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naok-iyuu · 21 days ago

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A cup full of love - Zed Necrodoplis x reader

Summary : Barista in a coffee shop near Mountain college, you work part time to get extra money while studying. You swore to yourself to not let silly crushes distract you from your path, until a zombie walked through the doors.

Word count : 4.8k

no warnings, just pure fluff and silly romance

My Masterlist

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At first, you weren't so worked up about being a barista. But once you knew how to make the best capuccino in town, you were quite delighted. You liked to learn how to make new baverages aswell as being on top of the stop list of most people through the day.

You got along with your two coworkers quite well, one of them being your age and the other slightly older.

A job between girls was scary at first, what if you couldn't stop bickering ? That thought was long washed away when you experienced how sweet they both were, even though they made it their life mission to tease the hell out of you all the time.

Most of the coffee costumers were Mountain college students, except from old Ms.Carter and her beloved cup of tea along with Mr.Ramos who liked his coffee 'as dark as his soul'. Not your words, his. You entered the coffee one afternoon, greeting your two coworkers behind the counter. It took you a few minutes to put your stuff in your locker, tie the coffee shop appron around your waist as long as pinning the badge on your chest.

Making your way behind the counter, you tied your hair back in a ponytail.

The shop was calm for now, a rare and relaxing sigh to have, which wasn't going to last.

"Things move so fast around here, monsters are allowed on campus now." Sara, the oldest among you three was the first to speak up announcing an afternoon strong on counter gossip.

"Yeah, but that just means more people and more money for us." Claire rubbed her hands with a satisfied smile already feeling your income breaking some sort of record she had in mind.

"That's true. I heard that a zombie is going to be the next captain of the football team. Apparently he was already a star in Seabrook and is aiming for the spot, I am sure the ladies are twirling around him like little flies." Your eyes rolled at Sara's speech, holding back a chuckle. She truly couldn't take a stroll without hearing tons of rumors and assemble all of them to create an even bigger one.

You finished pouring another cup of coffee for Mr.Ramos who stole your attention from the two girls chit-chat. Handing it to him, he smiled with a wave of his hand as he made his way back to his table. He could have waited at his favorite spot, but you suspected he liked best the talks Sara and Claire were sharing than the calm of his seat.

"Already so much for your first year, right Y/n ?" Arms crossed, Claire brought their attention on you, wanting to hear your opinion on all those new changes.

"Like you said, more money girls." You smiled gleefully, not thinking much about it. You had crossed paths with a bunch of monsters on campus, even made friend with a cute zomb-girl who liked the same show as you. It was certainly a drastic change between highschool and college, but it didn't faze you. It was new yet positive.

"Now that I think about it, you always had interesting choices in boys Y/n." Sara eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. So that was how she had decided to tease you today. "What is it going to be this year ? A zombie ? Or a werewolf ?"

"I could totally see her as a vampire girl, that would be so hot."

"C'mon guys ! First of all, my past crushes aren't 'interesting' or anything. And second of all, this year is study year okay ?" You rolled your eyes at their pocking, trying to distract yourself by wiping the already shiny worktop with a cloth your hand had found.

Your next romance chapter was always a hot topic between them. You couldn't blame any of the two, having a whole history of never loving the same dude twice created quite intertaining stories after all. You could find some similarities between all the boys you liked, but none of them really looked like the last one. It then became Sara and Claire second life mission to understand exactly what makes you fall from heaven for a man.

Feeling your distress, the universe seems to answer your pleading by making the door of the coffee shop open. The three of you greeted the new costumers at the same time, superimposing your voices.

You eyed the group of guys who looked at the menu while talking loudly. You could easily recognize them, all football players from your college. Names and numbers were plastered all over their jackets like name tags. Look like Sara's and Claire's talk just summoned them.

Counting in your head how many costumers you would have to take an order from, your eyes landed on a boy that wasn't quite like the others. His pale skin and green hair stole your attention as his bright smile seemed to light up the whole room, his tall frame slightly taller than most of his teammates.

This was not unfamiliar to you, he was a zombie. You spotted a hundred, maybe a bit less, of them in the school corridors and in your classes. Nonetheless, your eyes couldn't leave his face for a few seconds. It maybe was something in his eyes, you thought, or maybe how his hair was styled. No, it was definitely his smile, or his features ? Maybe his height, or just the reality that skinny men always won your heart. 'Oh god he is gorgeous' you thought.

It was only when Sara quiet voice reached your ears that you quickly turned around with wide eyes, scared the bunch of jocks may have heard her. "I think it's zombie year more than study year honey."

Your cheeks grew a deep shade of pink, earning giggles from both your coworkers. "Hey! Why none of you go and take their order ?" Your voice hissed at them in a whisper to not startle the boys. You were frustrated to have wandered far from your resolution even for a few seconds.

"Customers favorite's is you hon', go on."

You rolled your eyes, bitting the inside of your cheek before turning around to stand behind the register, a welcoming and professional smile already plastered on your face.

"Welcome, may I take your order ?"

"Uh yeah yeah of course." The team captain started delivering his teammates orders turning on himself on multiple occasion to ask again what they wanted. You knew him, bright haired bitch Josh. It was your nickname for him, only in your head though.

You caught his eyes looking at your name tag before a confident smile came to his lips. "Oh you're Y/n ? We are in the same classes !" That fake boyish attitude could be enought to throw your temper out of control. But you had to stay professional, work duty.

"Surprised you remember." You smiled politely, brushing off his demeanor from the braincells that wanted his head on a wall, deer mount style. Your fingers danced on the register screen, selecting the last two order you heard.

You can tell he doesn't care, only eager to make himself interesting towards the guys accompanying him. The fact he had to check your badge a second time before talking to you said it all.

"If I knew you were here, I would have come sooner." With a smirk, he turned to nod his head at his friends. All mighty satisfied with himself while some of them laughed.

"That will be 29,10$ please." You smiled again and a few guys laughed again, but this time mocking their captain who didn't get any reaction out of you.

His smile faded and his eyebrows fell while he took out his wallet, he surely din't want to pay but told his team the drinks were on him.

After a sigh, he handed you 30 dollars, not looking at you anymore. "Keep the change." Were the only words leaving his mouth before his back faced you, rushing his way to a table as far away from you as possible.

A sigh escaped through your nose, that surely was quite the show he just put himself through. Unlocking the register to secure the money you just got handed over, a voice cleared itself, getting your attention as you looked up.

"I am really sorry about him, he always thinks he can get his way with everybody."

Your eyes met the sheepish smile of the gorgeous boy with green hair. You kicked at the back of your mind all of the thoughts that were preventing you from reacting to his sentence, you couldn't get distracted and stare at him when he was right in front of you.

"It's okay, you don't need to appologize for him. I've already seen a lot of that comedy around school, much to my dismay I am used to it now." You felt your nose wrinkling as a chuckle that tried to ease his mind left your throat. What the hell were you feeling so nervous about ?

Your hands felt sweaty when you brushed your palms against one another, you were quick to discreetly wipe them on your appron. It was certainly your coworkers's eyes piercing holes in your back that had you worked up. You could hear the clinks of the glasses behind you, and yet, you still felt their gaze trying to grasp any sort of reaction coming out your body. They really didn't help.

"I still wanted to." His smile seemed to regain back its natural confidence. "So, you are at Mountain College ?" Your quick approval made him rase his hand over the counter. "I am Zed, Necrodopolis. Nice to meet you."

You shove your surprise and shyness to the side, raising your hand to take his in a quick and gentle shake. "(Y/n) (L/n)." He nodded at your words.

"We'll see each other often then." His smile grew as he took a step back to inform you he was going back to his friends. Your hand waved at him before turning back to help the girls with the drinks.

Two pair of eyes looked at you with raised eyebrows, showing surprise and anticipation of what's to come. You felt seen and your frustration, slight embarrassment, crept back in. Your cheeks quickly colored themself with a sweet pink as you knew what you were going to be annoyed with for the rest of the year.

"Third of all," You whispered shouted at them, trying to add another point to your defense. "I like them blond !"

Sara laughed at your misplaced attempt. "Yeah obviously. That's exactly what your latest dark haired love interest looked like." Her sarcasm didn't leave much room for you to think about a come back as you sighed, again.

Claire seemed more deep in thought, looking at you with frowned eyebrows. "Aren't you into jocks anyway ? You always pick the golden retriever ball guy when you watch a serie."

"I am going to 'accidentally' put salt instead of suggar in both of your coffees."

Having finished all of the jocks drinks, you were quick to welcome a new costumer, leaving the traitors that worked with you do the 30 dollar worth of service. Claire was the one placing the drinks on the tables occupied by the eleven young men who couldn't stop talking about sports, muscles and girls. Her dark eyes curiously looked at the boy who caught your attention for a brief second, finding his gaze directed to your spot behind the counter as you prepared, yet, probably the hundredth coffee of the afternoon. A slight smile was discreetly written on her face when she wished a good time to the clients.

When she came back to you with glasses and cups she picked up from empty tables, she whispered to you. "Be discret, he's looking at you." Placings the dishes in the sink for you to clean, you were already cleaning some forks and plates a few more glasses wouldn't hurt, you looked up. Not as discret as you thought, you saw the profile of the only boy you could put a name on. You were about to drop your seconds of staring when his eyes met yours. Panicked, you didn't pond over your actions and quickly adverted your staring back on your current task.

A wide smile stretched Zed's features as he tried to hide it by running his hand over his face. One of the boy caught his act and teased him, only for Zed to divert his attention by highlighting how good the baverage tasted. He made a mental note to come more often, why not bring Zoey too sometimes.

However, the drinks would possibly not be the only reason why he'll come back.

☕. . .

Crossing path with Zed in college was harder than you thought. Well it was fair enough to say that every day had its own roller-coaster of stress and you weren't going to add more of it on top by searching a green haired boy that had the irritating power to make your heart flutter.

You weren't the kind of girl who would hit on a guy you found pretty, rather preferring to admire them from afar and earning a bunch of 'confident girl' advice from your friends and colleagues.

But right now, it wasn't important. If the all powerful universe wanted for you to see more of this specific jock, he would put his plan to work.

Your finger pressed the 'hot chocolate' button of one of the school vending coffe machine, a pleased expiration leaving your lungs. Chocolate was the solution to everything. The sugar in this specific drink from this specific machine, couldn't guess why but this machine made devine hot chocolate, always satisfied your taste buds and melted each one of your brain cells. Paradise in a cup.

In spite of that, your thoughts were cut short by a voice your brain still didn't quite memorized. So much for challenging the universe.

"A hot chocolate and not a coffee ?"

You almost felt your soul leave your body as Zed frame was standing right next to you. It took a second to recollect yourself and scold the angel who listened to your inner thoughts.

"I really hate the taste of coffee, plus, it makes me sleepy." Your hand grabbed the finished hot cup waiting in the machine.

"Is that even a thing ?"

"Apparently." Your met his eyes, a small, slightly nervous smile on your lips.

He stretched his back at you, his warm eyes soothing the nerves that tried to make you forget the ability to spoke and interact normally. He himself ordered a drink from the machine with a push of his finger. Your eyes couldn't help but acknowledge, he had very long hands.

He noticed your curiosity, answering a question that went in an unreachable part of your brain while you had shamelessly stared at his fingers.

"It's fake brain juice, don't ask me what's inside. You don't want to know."

Your eyes drifted to the cup, slowly being filled, then to Zed. "Let me guess, fake brain juice."

His voice found the perfect line between disbelief and comic sarcasm. "How do you know ?"

You blowed on your cup, still too hot for your sensitive lips. Zed took his own finished drink in his hand, gesturing then the cup in your direction.

"Do you want to taste ?"

You looked surprised. "Oh hm... Why not, but it might be too hot for me." You smiled sheepishly.

Cracking a joke about him being, also, too hot might be way too soon, Zed thought. Instead, he turned to pick up a disposable wooden spoon from a small box left on a poseur table next to the vending coffee machine. Filling the spoon with his drink of choice, he blowed a few times on it, before, after a second of deep thoughts, turning the handle in your direction. His fingers holding the spoon neck.

He couldn't possibly feed you with the spoon, even if it was his first thought. What would you think of him if he did ?

You thanked him with an almost silent and soft voice, your fingers taking the handle he had politely turned in your direction for you to take. You could feel your cheeks warming up at the thought of him being a gentleman on top of being charming, which made your 'no crush' resolution slowly dissolve has you tried to mentally patch the cracks.

You blowed a few times more on the hot spoon trying to make your delusion and impulsive thoughts go away with your exhales.

Once you tasted the now drinkable baverage, you frowned not understanding what flavor you just experienced.

"Surprised ?" Zed teased you, sipping his fuming hot fake brain juice.

"What on earth did I just drink ?"

"Was it bad ?" He started to wonder.

"No ! It was actually good. But I can't undertand what's in it."

His smile grew fonder and amused at your reaction. Was this your experience as a barista talking ? You surely had tasted a lot of drinks your work place offered to be this engrossed on the taste of this simple industrial juice.

"Glad to hear it, I'll let you try the bone flavor next time."

You bit your lips, did he just feed your delusion and brain for the next two months ?

"Our boss was thinking about starting to add drinks for zombies," Switching the subject to work helped you forget about a possible next time. "he made us try a bone flavored hot drink. And honestly, if bones really taste like this, I might just start eating some."

Zed blinked a few times, surprised by your words before exhaling a laughter he tried to quiet down.

"I am not sure you should actually try to do that."

His amused, warm smile made your stomach feel like a hundred buttterflies were teasing your inside with the tip of they wings. You started wondering how you would get out of this situation and brush off those unwanted feelings.

Zed noticed the corridor getting crowded, his eyes came back to yours.

"I'll see you later. Oh and I'll make sure to stop by and try the new recipes on the menu."

Your body came back to fonction when his feet made his frame move away from you. You followed his body with your eyes, waving back to him when he did, raising your voice in an unsure 'see you later'.

'I'll see you later.'

You felt your heart swell with a wave of cold and hot anticipation.

☕. . .

"You told him you'll just start to eat them ?" Sara's incredulous face stares back at you, frowning like she just heard the weirdest thing.

"It's not that bad... Is it ?" Your face tried to gain some reassurance from your coworkers.

"Depends on which 'bone' you were talking about." Claire shrugged with raised eyebrows, earning a desperate groan from you.

"Okay now you make me sound awful."

"But he laughed right ?" She explained. "It is, in fact, not that bad."

"I am sure that young man must have loved your sense of humor." A shaky and wise voice you knew like the back of your pocket made itself heard from the other side of the counter.

"Mister Ramos you should have stayed at your table." Claire gently scolded him.

"Oh but you girls talk are so much fun."

She took care of him, bringing him another drink and a pastry his greedy eyes caught in the dessert display case. Your throat rumbles again, frustrated you had to be such a dorky and embarrassing person. Behind you, Sara decided to drop the teasing while sipping on her coffee. Enjoying her break with you both. You were clearly letting this story fog your brain more than you would normally. Meaning, you were really interested in Zed.

Your attention was brought back by the carasteric sound of the tiny bell swinging from right to left after being pushed by the Cafe door. Your back straightened to welcome the costumer before your whole body came to a stop at the sight of green boyish hair and a warm contagious smile.

Zed blissfully exclaimed a big 'Hi' to the entire café before heading to the counter, in front of you.

"Hi." He now greeted you, only you.

You offered him an hesitant smile, happiness filling your core as well as stress tried to wreck your reasoning. "Hi."

He smiled to you before looking at the older girl behind you, nodding slightly his head to her. "Good afternoon Sara."

She nodded her own head to him, your eyes going back and forth between behind and in front of you. "You both know each other ?"

"I just came a few times, when you weren't on duty of course." He rolled his eyes to himself, of course he tried to stop by days ago the only hours you weren't working. How lucky of him. "And her name in on her name tag."

Of course it was, but you had to be oblivious to the same tag you almost saw every day. Reminding you that 'hey, my name isn't spelled with an H at the end.'

You shook your head to yourself, forcing your confidence to come back. "Yes, of course. I always forget we have these."

The slight sound made by Sara sipping on her drink told you enought of what she thought about your excuse.

You ignored her by wearing your friendliest smile. "So, what can I get you ?"

Zed seems to remember why he came here in the second place. No need to explain who the first place belongs to.

"I am down to try that hot bones'n'cream drink." His eyes scan the menu displayed way above your head, eyes filled with sparks of joy. "Is it really vanilla whipped cream on top ?"

His smile almost made you bit your lips, your heart shamefully feeling grateful of the cream flavor.

"It is."

"I feel like I am gonna love this."

"A vanilla lover huh ?" You teased as your eyes and finger flew over the register screen and selected Zed's desired drink.

"Are you not ?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

"I mean, yes. But I am more of a raspberry kind of flavor girl."

You spoke up the price of his order, handing him the change when his hand offered you a banknote.

"It's not a bad flavor. Original at least from vanilla or chocolate." He breathed a chuckle you smiled at.

"I'll bring the order to you when it's finished."

"I'll wait for you then."

With a nod of his chinthat made his fluffly green hair move in the air, his feet took him to a single table where he was quick to wave at you when he arrived. You waved back, turning your back to search for everything you needed to start working. Except, you would have to, if Sara's eyes weren't on you with the pursiest lips.

You gave her a threatening look, which, didn't seem to scare her at all.

After a bunch of perfectly memorized movements and ingredients, you walked up to Zed's table drowning under notebooks and various notes, his order safely and royally standing tall on the plate in your hand.

"Here's for you." You succesfully found a spot to place the hot cup.

He immediately expanded the small area, pushing his books out of the way.

"Sorry for that. I have some biology to study and it's really a pain."

You were good in Biology, at least you liked to think so. Grades were definitely on your favor. Your thumbs nervously scratched the dark brown wood of the plate, wondering if your next word would be wise to say.

"If... You need, I would be glad to help."

Zed's eyes blinked, astonished, taking your words in before a bright, toothed smile took shape on his face.

"I mean yeah, I would really appreciate the help !"

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"You have a break ?"

"I, in fact, do." Your smile seemed to bring a twinkle of hope in his eyes.

You turned on your heels, and restrained yourself when wanting to throw the plate away when your frame made it to behind the counter, would make it faster but not easier to clean. So you simply placed it somewhere for Sara and Claire to use.

You worked yourself through the ingredients to make your favorite drink, at least to give you something to make yourself comfortable.

"We're switching breaks and you can't say no."

Your eyes meet Sara's who's coffee was long gone in her body system when you slided the tip a costumer gave you hours ago in the register. That would pay for your drink. She was about to ask you why the sudden change when her eyes instinctly glimpsed at Zed's spot, finding the zombie sneakily, or so he thought, peering at you.

A jovial smile tucked at her lips and she shook her head slightly, already pinning back her name tag on her shirt.

"Go get him girl." Was her green light to you.

Your barista name tag burried deep in your jean pocket and your drink tightly gripped in your hand, you went back to the jock's table.

Sitting beside him, he quickly showed you his latest lessons, went over the things that bothered his understanding and asked about the drink you brought with you.

"It's a bubble tea, black tea with milk."

"It's good ?"

"It's special. You have to be familiar with tea." You could see him peeping curiously at your cup. After tasting the flavor you love with the straw you added, you tilted your busy hand in his direction. "You want to taste ?"

His surprised eyes looked back at yours, searching for you approval. "Can I ?"

"If you don't drink the whole thing," You teased. "of course."

"Like I would ever do that."

He shook his head, thanking you for handing him your room temperature drink. Hips lips pressed around the straw and you could see the light brown liquid making its way into his mouth. A pleased sound escaped Zed as he looked at the plastic cup.

"That's acutally very good."

"I know right ?"

You playfully and happily took back your beloved beverage when he handed it back, immediately drinking from the straw without much thought.

You couldn't see, didn't notice Zed's eyes looking at the contact your lips made with the cardboard straw he just himself touched. He felt the obligation to look away while an ocean of saliva went down his throat. It was childish of him, high school level like romance to get embarrassed for this simple thing. But for some reason, it worked it's magic.

"How's yours ? You almost drank the half of it." Your chin pointed to the hot beverage almost done.

Sense came back to him like a wave. "It's exceptional. I need you to teach me how to do it."

Maybe you should be grateful for the extra whipped cream you added when you saw the gleefulness it created on his features.

"Professional secrecy. Can't give you our recipe just like that." You shrugged, your lips curled with trickiness

"Okay, then you'll have to do it for me."

"I think I can live with that."

Your words created a slight breathed chuckle he brushed away with a movement of his head.

You didn't mind, the idea of preparing again and again the beverages he would want to taste.

"Then," Zed's words interrupted your train of thoughts and you blinked at him. "Let me repay you by asking you out on a date."

A brain sucking surprise left you speechless, wondering if you just heard correctly what he just proposed to you. His brown eyes were quick to notice the effect he created, breaking his own spell with a warm voice.

"Only if you want to."

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, you couldn't let him hanging and miss your chance.

"I mean yes, yes totally."

The smile that grew on his lips showed the nervousness that was lift off his shoulders, and the victorious facial expression he tried to contain made a swirl of butterflies tickles the inside and out of your stomach. You could bet a smile like this one was only plastered on his face when winning the game of the year.

So, you took a mental note. To always fill to the brim Zed's order, and add an handful lot of whipped cream.

Well, at least a handful your coworkers won't notice.

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HI LOVELY PEOPLE ! I hope the end doesn't feel rushed but U rrally strugled to finish this work TwT I hope you enjoyed !

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psiroller · 1 month ago

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Self indulgent chilaios gamer au drabble. This takes place during Laios' first visit out to Chilchuck. They're in a long distance relationship.

tw: combat ptsd, sexual references, child abuse, the author's vaguely disguised attempt to cope

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Chil had claimed he'd wanted to keep things loose and relaxed on Laios' first trip out, but after a lazy afternoon spent rolling around on the couch on landing day Laios had shaken off the jet lag and seemed a little nervous. Happy, definitely, hopefully, but restless, bouncing his leg when Chil didn't have a hand on his thigh. Laios crept around the house like he was terrified to break something, even with frequent assurances that he could treat the place like his own. Chilchuck knew it would be weird for a day or two while they both adjusted, and maybe Laios needed something else to focus on other than Being A Boyfriend In Real Life.

"How's this, huh?" Chilchuck beamed, gesturing grandly to the rows and rows of overpriced, booze-stained game cabinets. "Everything's expensive as shit out here, but we have great arcades."

"We have Dave & Buster's on the east coast, Chil," Laios said. He held a blank expression for as long as it took for Chilchuck to frown at him.

"But I've never been," Laios laughed. Chil softened. "And I don't think we have them this... large."

"It's a little intense, right?" Chilchuck looked up at Laios, bumped his side with his elbow. "There's, uh, some shooters in here. Just so you know. It's all goofy alien and zombie shit, but if it's too much, we can hit the restaurant and leave."

"I figured," Laios shrugged. "I can kinda hear 'em already. It's alright. The sounds aren't realistic enough to set me off."

"Really? Even with the--the fake guns and stuff?"

"Those things look like Super Soakers to me," Laios chuckled. "And most games use, like, cannon sounds. Same with movies. They don't sound like the real thing. I'm kinda desensitized to it now, it's hard to avoid."

"Makes sense. But say something if it's too much, okay?" Chilchuck elbowed him more intensely, making Laios flinch to protect his tender kidneys. "I'm serious! I want you to say something. Don't sit on it."

"I will," Laios said. "Thank you, Chil."

Chilchuck fit his hand into Laios', who squeezed it, and led him around the machines so he could have a look. He wanted Laios to pick something out, but he had a feeling he'd have to pull the trigger first. All he could think of right now, though, was the opportunity to stand next to him. They had until midnight, the games could wait.

"So you've never been to an arcade? Not even, like, Chuck E. Cheese?" Chil asked. "I find that hard to believe."

"Nah. I've played cabinets before; there was a dinky little game section in the pizzeria we got to go to if our grades were good. It had, uh... House of the Dead and some dinosaur racing game where you smack the buttons really fast. I think we ended up breaking it, actually. We really liked that one."

Chilchuck grinned. "Yeah, I bet."

"Oh! And DDR!" Laios exclaimed, pointing out the flashing rave lights and scuffed metal dance pads. "My dad never let us play it, though. Too fruity."

"Too fruity?" Chilchuck asked, aghast. "What, like, dancing?"

"The dancing, the music, the everything," Laios sighed. He watched balefully as two skinny teenagers gripped the guide rails, their sneakers squeaking and stomping on the arrow inputs as their legs flailed to the frenetic beat of Love Shine. "But you know how it is with kids. Falin saved up her allowance and snuck out to Wal-Mart and got one of those shitty fold-up plastic mats so we could play it on the PS2." He smiled, rubbing a thumb over Chilchuck's knuckles. "When Dad would go out fishing on the weekends we'd pull it out from between her mattress and the box spring and we'd fight over whose turn it was to play. I was trying to save up to get one of my own so we could compete, but, uh. Dad caught on."

"Oh, Jesus," Chilchuck groaned. "I'm sure he was very reasonable about that."

"So reasonable," Laios laughed. "He cut it up with scissors while we watched."

"Huh!?" Chilchuck's eyes boggled out of his head.

"Hey, he told us not to do it," Laios shrugged. "We went against him. We knew it could've happened."

Chilchuck's eyebrows furrowed. "I get that, but... it's a toy. Falin bought the damn thing... it's not gonna make you... even if it did why would it..."

Laios looked down at Chilchuck, stewing in his righteous rage. "Hey, it's okay. It happened a long time ago, it's nothing worth--"

The moment the teens stepped down from the pad, jelly-kneed and sweaty, Chilchuck tugged Laios towards it hard enough that it nearly dislocated his shoulder.

"We're playing it."

"Chil!" Laios laughed. Chilchuck swiped his points card through the slot like he was trying to pull rent money out of it.

"Pick a song," Chil insisted. "Pick your favorite."

"I don't even remember the name!"

"Then we're going through the list."

Given that he'd only ever watched his girls play it, Chilchuck fared surprisingly well, but by the time they'd found the song Laios liked in his youth (some obnoxious Eurobeat song about cartoons that Puckpatti had also liked) Chilchuck's emphysema was starting to act up and Laios had sweat in his eyelashes.

"I would've dressed lighter if I'd known they had DDR," Laios said, fanning himself with a brochure and pulling off his flannel overshirt. "We gotta come back here before I head home..." He blinked down at Chilchuck, doubled over and wheezing. "... or maybe not."

"Nope," Chilchuck gasped. "We're coming back."

Laios hummed, stroking Chilchuck's back until his breathing evened out.

"You don't have to do that for me, Chil. You've done so much already."

"I want to. You're a guest, I want you to have fun, and... and I'm never gonna get the opportunity to kick your dad's ass, so I just have to undermine all of his hard work in raising you wrong."

Laios snorted. "It's for the best. I don't think you would win. That guy used to bench 300 before he slipped a disc."

"You've never seen me when I got something to be real mad about," Chilchuck insisted. He straightened himself out and pulled the sweaty backs of his pants out of the fold of his knee to dry. "And I have lower center of gravity. I could suplex him."

"Chil."

"Don't Chil me. You'd love to see it."

"I would," Laios admitted. "Do you wanna get something to eat? It'll give you a chance to sit down."

"That... that would be nice, yeah," Chilchuck breathed.

They took their time walking towards the glass panes that served as a partition between the arcade floor and the sit-down eatery. On the way, they passed a claw machine, the classic Sega UFO Catcher filled with knockoff plushies. Laios paused at the window, smeared with sticky beer fingerprints and cracked from a few heated gamer moments.

"Aw, they have a Winged Lion in there," Laios chuckled.

"Oh, really?" Chilchuck stepped back to look. Poking out between a lumpy Kirby beanbag and some wall-eyed Sonic the Hedgehogs was a horned lion with little felted wings, sporting a Dungeon Delvers tag on one floppy ear. Each of its many eyes was closed in a serene smile, little fangs poking out of rounded whisker pads. "Damn, that's crazy. Looks legitimate, too, judging by the tag."

"I didn't even know they made those," Laios said.

"They were really popular back in the game's heyday," Chilchuck said. "I think they're starting to churn out merch again now that the game's been updated." Chilchuck looked between Laios and the plush. "Do you want it?"

"Oh, that's okay!" Laios said, waving his hands. "I-I could just look for one on eBay or something if I really..."

Chilchuck squinted. "Laios. Do you want the plushie?"

"I don't want to waste your credits! And I'm a grown man!"

"That's not a 'no'."

Laios bit his lip and looked away. Chilchuck waited for him to crack, but all he got was terse silence.

"Well, if you're worried I'm gonna blow all our credits trying to get it, don't," Chilchuck said as he whipped out his card. "I'm the best there has ever been at claw games."

"C'mon, Chil, they're all rigged," Laios said, hopeless.

"Sounds like bad sportsmanship to me," Chilchuck sniffed. The UFO catcher sang a cheery tune as the credits processed, coming to life. The joystick clicked as the lock came off and Chilchuck twirled it around, trying to get a feel for the responsiveness. "Also, I have three girls," he said, more seriously. "If you want to get away from one of these without some kind of nuclear-grade tantrum, you learn how to get good at 'em."

Chilchuck maneuvered the claw arm directly above the lion plush, patiently waiting for it to swing to a stop.

"The UFO catchers are a bit tricky because they only have the two tongs on the grabber," Chilchuck continued, "I prefer the smaller three-prong claws, they're more reliable, but the general strategy is the same. You want to look for a pinch point. On the Winged Lion, obviously, it's his fat head."

Laios came in close to Chilchuck's shoulder to watch. Chilchuck wiggled the arm back and forth in minute adjustments until he was satisfied.

"He's got those horns... they look flimsy so I don't think it'll be much of a problem, but since he's sitting at a crooked angle I think I gotta put a little English on it anyway."

Chilchuck swung the claw back and forth and hit the button. The tether continued to swing pendulously as the claw lowered. Laios held his breath, his mental calculations all pointing to failure, only to gasp as the grabber snatched the lion around the throat. The tether briefly went slack and the claw threatened to slip, but as it rose, the Winged Lion came with it. The claw ferried the lion to the chute; as it crossed the threshold, the plush slipped. The two grown men cried out in anguish, startling a few families around them; luckily, the lion landed halfway over the rim of the plastic chute, and the plushie's fat head was enough to tip it into the hopper.

"No way," Laios gushed. Chilchuck smugly retrieved the plushie from the door, having to tug a little bit, and held it out to Laios. "On the first try? You're going to get us kicked out for cheating the house!" Do you count cards too?"

"Just take the damn thing. Now you can't turn it down without being an asshole. You're welcome."

"Thank you," Laios said, hushed and reverent as the lion was pushed into his hands. The minky fur felt cloudlike under his rough fingers. The mane was fluffy like the hair on the plastic horses Falin always wanted but never dared ask for, and would likely need care to stay soft. The wings had wires in them to allow for posing. It even had an extra set of oversized paws behind the first.

Chilchuck turned the tag in his fingers, looking at the front and back. "Oh, wow. This might be a first edition."

"Wait, like this is part of the original run?"

"The copyright says 1999," Chilchuck said. "The new ones have serial codes on 'em to verify."

"How'd it end up in a SoCal arcade, then?"

"Beats me. You'd have to take it to an appraiser, but you could probably get some good money for that thing if it's real. I saw a mint condition Red Dragon going for around two grand."

"Two grand!?"

"That was after a few months of bidding," Chilchuck shrugged. "It would be worth a shot."

Laios looked down at the plushie's stitched eyes, curled in a cat smile.

"Nah," Laios said, hugging it to his chest. "This guy's staying with me."

#ficroller #i dont want to main tag it #but you can reblog if you want #dunmesh gamer au

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brights-place · 1 year ago

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BARB WITH AN POP READER LIKE IMAGINEEEE IT! THEY ARE SO DIFFERENT BUT LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH!

Barb X POP! Troll S/O

Pairings: Barb X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild cursing

A/N: Okay but that’s like so cuteee! I’m happy I get to write some fluff stuff after writing so much nsfw OMLLLL I mean I love writing it but damn you all are wild! (I’m also referring to myself) Anyways hope you enjoy!

- OKAY OKAY BUT I AGREE!!! THEY ARE SO DIFFERENT BUT CARE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH!

- Barb was an rock troll and you were an pop troll. barb hated pop trolls but you... you were different to her you stood out your f/c skins and f/c hair made her light up for an moment before noticing the glare you shot at her as she imprisoned you with the other trolls

- "You won't get away with this you asshole!" You shouted beingd held back by other rock trolls as she walked over smugly grinning "Oh but I already did"

- Told the rock trolls to get you an spot right in front of the stage where she would preform to get you to see her rock out

- Even though you were impressed by the new genre you were mad at how she would make you all into rock zombies

- After the event she started on getting help from poppy so when poppy introduced you to her she looked away sadly when seeing you step back quickly and judge her since she well was an Hegemonic Supremacist

- When she tried to speak to you since poppy said you offered to help an fellow troll out but you didn't know it was barb!

- "Hi Im-" Barb put her hand out giving an awkward smile "barb I know the Hegemonic Supremacist that tried to take over all trolls" You said as poppy quickly dragged you away apologizing to barb about your behaiour "(Name) She's trying to change" "and you want me to excuse the crimes she has comitted?" You said back with furrowed brows and crossing your arms - "(name) come on" Poppy said looking at barb and back towards you "Don't (Name) come on me you think I should trust her you wanna hear me listing all her crimes! I'll spit them all out!" "(name) she's trying" "You think I can forgive her with all she has done! Attempted world domination, Attempted cultural genocide, Hate crimes, Terrorism, Malefic, War crimes, Crimes against trollkind, Mass invasion, Mass kidnapping, Serial grand larceny, Mass brainwashing, Unlawful imprisonment, Abuse of power, Conspiracy, Psychological abuse, Extortion, Minor arson, Assault and battery, Mass property destruction, Attempted mass slavery, Corruption, and Public endangerment" You shouted pointing towards barb who hanged her head in shame

- You would glare at her whenever she came by pop village to talk to poppy or when it's an troll meeting for all of the genre of trolls

- Everyone forgave her except for you so she wanted to show you she became an better person

- She would come by and try conversations with you and would fail as you would snap at her

- When she noticed you trying to learn how to play electric guitar due to Val buying you one

- She noticed how you were struggling and walked over biting her lip thinking that you might tell her to go away again"Hey uhm do you need some help?" she questioned as you stared at her before looking away sighing - "I dislike you but I don't know what I've been doing for the past 30 minutes I dot even understand the guide" You groaned turning to her as she quickly lit up and walked over to re-position you holding the guitar and showed you how to play some chords

- She taught you how to play fade to black by metallica as an first starting so and praised you on succeeding as you cheered hugging her and asked her to each you more songs another time - You would do practice and she'd teach you songs which mainly were rock but you asked her to show you how to play pop songs which she cringed at but did her best with an smile that you learned how to play your favorite Pop song

- You slowly started to bond after awhile of hanging out - You two would do duet songs of rock songs but if you could convince her to sing pop songs with you she would try... then it becomes an pop rock song - You two would make pop-rock songs and have your own album unaware you made an new genre of music together as you smiled together singing softly as she sang loudly strumming her guitar as you did the same - It's known pop Troll is extremely happy, strives happiness and seeks fun above all things which is so like you but its also true that they are prone to absolute panic when things go wrong, often overreacting in a comical way and that what was going on right now you panicking for the fact that you messed up playing an song - The Pop Trolls have a holiday for every day of the year, meaning they are constantly having one party or another. - So you would always invite her to ones that you know she'd be comfortable in. - When you started to get too close almost seeing around each other with you smiling around her and clinging to her arm as you blabbered away as she listened - it's like an Princess Bubblegum and Marceline relationship without them starting to date...

- she even asked to dress you up as an rock troll and you asked to dress her as an pop troll it was... eventful you two where laughing while hanging out

- She loves how you kissed her face and kissed her ear that was cut off telling her she was beautiful when she was crying - You would be with her or would visit which became normal with all rock trolls knowing who you were and wouldn't talk bad about you since one rock troll was heard talking bad about you as an joke and had barb close to using her chainsaw on him - She introduces Debbie to you and it's so CUTE! how you cry instantly and hug Debbie saying how adorable she is unlike the pop trolls who first saw Debbie

- She loves how her dad became best friends with you so fast and ends up with you painting her fathers nails black as you ranted to him about the dumbest things and she could feel her heart throb

- You would be coming over to volcano rock city and riff would high five you and do an rock n roll handshake that they all taught you to do - Barb would smirk on how poppy and other pop trolls saw you greet all the rock trolls who came for all of trolldom meeting at pop village this time - Poppys mouth would be agape as she see you do handshakes with every rock troll who came with barb - Would realize she likes you when you hugged her goodbye after you coming to volcano rock city for your daily hangouts - "My place next time right?" you said grinning as barb nodded "yup" the fact you kissed her on the cheek goodbye and left made her turn red so fast that she melts into an puddle - Riff would point out barb was crushing on you once you left and she would try to deny it but she'd turn around and be like "Holy shit I like an pop troll" - You two would be doing your daily jam session with playing your guitars back to back as you sang your songs before you turn face to face both of you soon singing softly in your pod leaning forward heads touching before you end up kissing - Her hands on your waist as you put your guitar on the side and have an hand in her hair making out before pulling away the two of you pausing staring at eachother before laughing as you went back to kissing her with an big smile as she giggled abit

- You two became official after the kiss and went on dates together you two would now be seen with barb having an hand on your waist or holding your hand mostly on your waist while she glares down trolls who would try to speak up about it

- You two would be jamming out together once more at volcano rock city as she told her dad about you two now dating as he smiles nodding telling her she did amazing and would have an good partner which was you

- You would hug him crying "Thank you king Thrash" as he hugs you back "Call me dad..." as you turn to barb who looked away sniffling trying not to cry

- You and barb would be having an picnic in an empty flower field as you played your guitars together as she smirked turning towards you "(Name)" You would giggle "Barb"

- You put your guitar to the side as she did the same before tackling you to the picnic blanket pinning you against it and peppering your face to kisses as you blush before returning the small kisses as you cuddle and laugh together

- Somewhere in the bushes there stood Poppy and val high fiving that there planned work on getting you and barb together the two flinching when hearing an light moan come from you before the two ran off quickly as then hear barb push you against an tree

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inkagenda · 4 months ago

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post-apocalyptic hensper

spoilers for the henry danger movie! this will be based off my assumption of how the R.A.D. works

contains angst and implied character death

At first Jasper thought Henry had gotten himself hit in the head with a rock and developed amnesia. Then, he immediately felt out of his depth because he was good for cuts and scrapes and occasionally digging thorns of out palms, not shit like amnesia; that type of stuff was Charlotte's area of expertise and, well... Charlotte's gone. But Missy seemed to handle Henry's sudden amnesia with ease, explaining everything without missing a beat, and Jasper was glad because if he had to choose between fighting Mounties and worrying about Henry, he'd choose Henry.

Protecting each other is second nature for them, so catching rocks and arrows in the back was nothing, especially when Henry was as vulnerable as he was, being an amnesiac. But then he hears about Dystopia, about not being... friends? And Jasper immediately knew that it was more than just amnesia.

Of course he believed Henry. Of course he volunteered to help even when everything that left Henry and Missy's mouths sounded freaking insane. Really insane.

When Missy spoke about it, the writings, how he's just a character really, he realized he didn't really have much memories of the pre-apocalypse world. He never really thought about it before. He just knows things. Like he knows insane. He knew it before the apocalypse, during the apocalypse, after the apocalypse, and he knows it now because Missy wrote it that way. It's like how he knew he hadn't seen the Kid Danger costume in a while or how he even knows that Henry was Kid Danger in the first place.

And it's the same with Henry. He knows Henry — he knows what he has always felt for Henry because Missy wrote it that way. Because it just makes sense. "I kinda just... got busy," the other Henry said, and Jasper still can't wrap his mind around in. Even now when he should be focusing on fighting literal vampires.

Jasper can't imagine a world where Jasper and Henry aren't Jasper and Henry. It's always been them, even when they lost nearly everyone they knew, even when the Big Guy would disappear for days, even when Henry found Missy on a supply run and brought her back.

And it makes Jasper sad. He's sad for this Henry, and he's sad for that Jasper. He hopes this Henry makes things different when he returns.

There's a horde of zombies approaching Jasper, and he's afraid. He's afraid and deeply selfish. Because he doesn't want to go back to his world, the barren world with one tank of maple syrup. He wants his Henry back, and he wants to ask the Big Guy to use the R.A.D. to send them both somewhere that isn't rotting.

Jasper's palms are clammy. He hasn't been this anxious in a while. The Big Guy is shouting behind him in that odd accent. He hears Missy, hissing at the other Henry.

And why did Missy have to write him like this? It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't know his fate, if he didn't know what Missy wrote in the end. He heard Missy say it herself.

The earth will crash into the sun.

When the Big Guy fixes the R.A.D., when they all go back to their realities, it'll happen in a week's time. He's thought about it. He won't tell Henry. It'll just make Henry think Jasper has gone crazy, that Henry's losing someone else to that post-apocalyptic insanity.

So he won't tell Henry about the end of the world. But he will tell Henry about the way he feels, how much he loves Henry, how much he wants something, anything, even the smallest kiss, if Henry could spare it. Jasper will tell him.

Jasper's mouth is open in a shout. For a moment, he thinks maybe he won't be able to ever confess because the Big Man doesn't seem to be finished yet, and the horde is charging. He hopes and hopes, silent pleas in his mind that the Big Man pulls through.

And then Jasper blinks and can't quite figure out what he's hoping for. He frowns in confusion, rubbing his gloved hand against his forehead.

"Hey, Jasp!" Henry calls. He's standing by the post holding two mugs of maple water. "You done?"

Jasper looks down at his own hands. He's gripping his favorite bucket, and it's full of rocks. Oh, right. He was collecting rocks. Jasper looks up at Henry and blinks. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm good!"

"Okay," Henry nods, "Just get up here soon. We have time to sit before the Mounties come. Missy checked again; they're about thirty minutes away."

It's weird. Jasper doesn't remember coming down to collect rocks, but he shrugs anyway and carries the bucket up the steps to the barricades. He drops it and hurries to the post where Henry sits on the tires. He takes his own seat and accepts the mug from Henry.

"Really sick of those Mounties, man. Can't wait 'til we head to Cali," Henry grouses as he sips.

Jasper, on the other hand, is kind of afraid of heading to California. He knows it's in their best interest, but traveling is dangerous, even when there's so few of them left. All it takes is one bad raid or supply run, and it won't matter how much syrup they have on them. But Henry is excited, and Missy can't wait to move, always hopping around. Jasper doesn't think she realizes she'll be stationary for hours in the truck, and Jasper won't tell her. She'll bug the Big Guy about it, and it'll be Jasper and Henry's entertainment.

"Yeah..." Jasper curls his toes and looks away.

"You alright, man?"

Is Jasper alright? He thinks so. It's just that he has the sudden urge to spill everything, to confess to Henry how he's felt for years, and he doesn't know why. It feels like there's a timer, a clock ticking, and Jasper's running out of time. It's ridiculous. The Mounties will be here any moment. That's what they should focus on. Right now, they have no time to waste on Jasper's stupid feelings.

"Yeah, I'm fine." But Henry is still a little skeptical, so Jasper shakes his head. "Just thinking about how hilarious it's gonna be when we leave for Cali."

"Big Guy's gonna be pissed and say we're 'avin a hat and scarf," Henry chuckles, doing a terrible impression of the Big Guy's accent.

They don't really laugh much anymore. Not much to smile about either, so Jasper always cherishes these moments — the moments when they stop being so on-edge all the time. The moments when the smile lingers on Henry's face when he looks away, and Jasper can admire it without being caught. He doesn't want to ruin the moment, so he bottles his feelings up again.

It's fine; Jasper can go another week without telling Henry how he feels.

#henry danger #jasper dunlop #henry hart #hensper #dangerverse #henry danger the movie #henry x jasper #angst #</3 #henry danger the movie spoilers #fic

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sugolara · 2 years ago

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Thin ice

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Feeling a cold sensation being placed on her forehead and the sound of birds chirping had awoken her. Not to mention the pounding on the back of her head ruined her slumber. Forgetting that, she could also hear water softly splashing before what felt like a wet cloth being placed on her neck.

The cold was much appreciated, but when she felt her shirt being lifted and another cloth being placed on her wound, she opened her eyes, squinting when wind rushed by causing the branches of trees to sway and allowing sunlight to hit her eyes. She lifted her hand, blocking the view.

"Finally. Your sleepy ass slept all morning, it's probably midday. Guess Icy-hot did a number on you." The girl noticed her jacket was placed underneath her head as a pillow. Her eyes then flickered at Katsuki who stared down at her. "Well? Are you going to get up?"

She let out a sigh, letting her hand fall and ignoring the way it slammed, "What the hell happened? And what's with the wet towel?"

"Its hot as fuck out here, didn't think you'd want to be a dried up starfish. Fuck me for being nice." The blonde said removed the cloth on her wound and placed it back in a bowl to clean it, "Also, Icy-hot does not want you inside. You didn't make a good impression."

"Yeah, I suck at presentations." She mumbled, but she realized that if she was out here something must've happened last night. She tried to piece back what happened and then her eyes widened as she got her memories back. She quickly sat up, the towels on her falling to her lap, soaking her jeans. She ignored it as she looked at Katsuki, "Where's Izuku? Is he okay?"

He scoffed as he looked away, remembering last night's event, "Yeah, he's just asleep."

She expected to hear more, "That's it? That's all you're going to tell me?"

"What else do you wanna hear?" He glared at her, "That you shot him? That you missed shooting our other friend? That he could have died if wasn't for Icy-hot having a fucking surgeon book or whatever?"

"It was an accident." She gritted her teeth, "How the fuck was I supposed to know he was your friend?"

"You could have just knocked him out." The blonde responded in the same tone as her as he yanked the towels off her lap, "That gunshot could've alerted any freaks around here."

"Well did it?" She retorted, "Don't get mad at me 'cause I was trying to save yours and Izuku's life. If I had known who your friend was I wouldn't have shot and lets not forget he aimed the gun at me first. It's only natural that I try to defend myself. It's kill or be killed, is it not?"

He looked away before standing up holding the bowl of water and the wet cloth in his hands as he jumped off the military truck where they both sat, "Wait here while I go talk to him."

With nothing to do, she watched as he turned the corner, presumingly going back inside the warehouse. When his figure was no longer in view, she climbed off the large vehicle, pacing her jacket back on and glanced around for her bag or weapon, but for precaution, they or rather Shoto, had taken her stuff.

Rolling her eyes, she took a look at the vehicle. It was large, especially the trunk. If a military vehicle was here, then the warehouse had to have been a use for them. Who knew if the thing still worked. Maybe, if Shoto disagreed on having her around she'd take this vehicle and ride off into the sunset.

Opening the doors, she only found a glove compartment as the inside was basically just a three seat. Unfortunately, when she checked to find anything useful, it was empty. She let herself fall on the seats with a quiet groan coming from her lips. While her legs dangled off the vehicle, she stared at the steering wheel, her eyes on the ignition where the keys were shoved in.

She then looked at the plastic cover where the steering column was hidden. Hot wiring a military vehicle was a difficult process then a normal one. She'd probably be electrocuted or burn her finger off. However, she didn't even know if the vehicle had any gas.

She repositioned herself to where she could sit as she pulled out the key, just as she heard the loud blonde's voice. She looked at the rear mirror and positioned it so she could see him along with Shoto walking to her. The scar male did not look happy, but neither did Katsuki.

Removing herself from the truck, she headed for them as they met her halfway. She looked at Shoto who seemed to narrow his eyes every second that passed. Neither of them took it upon themself to start a conversation and it irritated the blonde as he huffed, "C'mon! Talk it out already!"

Taking a breath to calm herself, her brows relaxed as she took a small step forward. As much as she hated apologies, she honestly did not want to leave Izuku behind. If he was asleep and he woke up to her gone, she'd like to think he'd throw a fit. But these are his friends that were in front of her, so he'd probably understand that she needed to go. Besides, this wasn't the first time she had thrown out a set of rules and upsetted the male.

Swallowing what she lived for, she gave him a nod, "Whatever you want...I'll follow."

"What kind of half-assed apology is that?" Katsuki muttered, placing his hands on his hips, "Do better."

She scoffed as she looked at him, but he looked at Shoto and then at her expecting a better apology if she wanted to stay. She released a quiet sigh, "I understand I have upsetted you due to my mistake–"

"On one condition." Shoto crossed his arms, coldly eyeing her, "I hold the guns and every other weapon. To protect yourself I'll let you hold onto one, but if you fire without warning you're out."

"That's two conditions." She wanted to let out a groan, but refused due to her situation.

"Then it's two." He said, his eyes never leaving her as he extended his arm, "Are we clear."

She inhaled deeply. She was the best shot in this group. She knows how to handle a gun and she lived for holding one. That was her whole purpose after all, but she shoved her disapproval down as she took in a step, shaking his hand. If she wanted to stay then she'd play nice—for now, "Deal."

"Great. Finally. Hooray." Katsuki unexcitedly said, turning to head back into the warehouse.

With their hands letting go, Shoto followed as F/n stayed a couple steps behind him until they entered the building. They passed by the clutter she had made last night as they entered a room in the back. As the door opened, a makeshift bed was set in the corner with Izuku peacefully sleeping.

A blanket was covered below his midsection as his shirtless self revealed just where she had shot him; bandages neatly wrapped over his right shoulder. She tried taking a step towards him, but Shoto had stopped her as he shook his head. "No."

She held back her glare, "How far did the bullet go?"

"It wasn't deep, but it shattered. I'm surprised you couldn't hear his screams." Katsuki said, a bit of worry in his tone, but he replaced it with his usual glare as he leaned against the wall with arms crossed. His face fell, however, "Coming here was a waste of time."

"What do you mean?" Her brows furrowed, though her attention turned to Shoto when he spoke. "The place you guys came looking for isn't around."

""Kay, what's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"It means that the damn place is running with freaks." The blonde angrily said, but he took in a breath to calm himself, "Icy-hot mentioned something else, so maybe we didn't come here for nothing."

The two toned male pulled out a map from his sweater pocket, "A map that leads to a prefecture. It's a long drive, but it holds a sanctuary, at least that's what I think."

"Sorston." She mumbled, her eyes glancing at the circled prefecture. Realizing the long drive, she looked at the two males, "It's a risky drive, it could take weeks before we even get there and that's not including the trouble we get along the way."

"But it's a plan." Katsuki stated, "This whole time we've been running around to go to Rhote and now that it's gone we don't have anything, but this."

"And how do you suppose we get there?" She asked, "You honestly don't think we'll go there by foot, do you?"

"You've seen that vehicle outside." Shoto looked at her, "Katsuki mentioned you know how to fix cars and the truck needs gas. Can't you do something about that?"

"Do you have gas?" She asked him, but when he shook his head she shrugged, "Then what are we doing?"

"Look for it." He told her with eyes once again narrowed, "You want me to trust you, then go look for some. Maybe then I'll be a bit nicer to you."

"Seriously?" She scoffed, "You think I give two craps about how you feel?"

"You'll give two craps if you want to stay." He crossed his arms.

The blonde beside them huffed. Isn't he supposed to be the brash one? What type of swap roles is this?

Clenching her jaw, her eyes gave a quick glance at Izuku who stirred in his sleep, "..Fine. I'll do it."

"Great." Shoto mumbled out, "The sooner we leave the better. Who knows when someone from the military will come by to collect all this."

The two gave him a confused look, in return he looked at them expecting to know what he was talking about, "This place was used as a supply room for the sanctuary you guys were looking for. Military transferred the supplies over in case something bad happened. Their extra precaution paid off."

"No way a bunch of freaks were able to kill them all off." Katsuki scoffed, "Thought they were supposed to be strong. What the hell happened to that?"

"Does it matter?" Shoto replied, "Because of them I was able to hide out here for days."

His comment brought a question in Katsuki. He stared at Shoto as he wondered what he was even doing all the way out here. Back when the virus hit, Shoto wasn't around. He had heard that he was pulled suddenly and considering who his father was, he had to have known what happened. However, before he could get a chance to speak, his attention was turned to F/n who left the room, "Where are you going?"

"Where else?" She grabbed her bag that was placed on a crate. She checked inside only to see her knife, "I need a gun, Shoto. You don't expect me to go out there with no security, right?"

The male left to grab her a weapon while Katsuki stayed by her. He crossed his arms, giving her a look, "You're seriously going out there right now? It's going to get dark. Are you trying to be the next meal for them?"

"It's just like your friend said, the sooner we leave the better." She shrugged her bag on.

His eye twitched, "What's going to happen when Deku wakes up and you're not here? He's going to throw a fit."

"Let him." She eyed him, "You'll take care of him."

"I don't want to." He quickly replied, but they both knew he didn't mean it.

"Then you'll have your other friend to take care of him." She shrugged and when Shoto came back, he handed her two pistols along with a flashlight, "Full chamber?"

He nodded, but she didn't fully trust him so she opened the chamber to see for herself. She ignored the small huff that came from him. With her gun full of ammo, she placed it around her waist, "Don't wait up."

"Yeah, I'll wait up to see your rotting corpse wandering around." Katsuki scoffed as he crossed his arms, but when she made no movement in stopping, he followed after her, "Really? You're actually going?"

She let out a sigh when she reached the doors, turning to look at him, "If I die just put a bullet in my head."

"That's not funny." He gritted out watching as she walked further away, her figure no longer in his view.

Behind him, Shoto let out a cough, his eyes confusingly glancing between his friend and the girl, "If you're worried, you can go with her."

At that, the blonde turned around, scoffing with a glare, "As if! Lets go check on Deku. Knowing his ass he's probably drooling while off in dreamland."

Closing the doors and locking the chains from the inside, Shoto followed after the blonde. Did he feel bad sending the girl off on her own? Yes, but only partially. If what the blonde told him about her was true, she'd come back in one piece. Probably dirty, but in one piece and that's all that mattered. And if she did end up dead, that's one problem away.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n #katsuki x you #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #shoto x reader

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dobithequack · 1 year ago

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My Opinions on the designs for the fearsome four in Ducktales 2017!

Cause I have nothing better to do with my life on a random day.

I think these aren't the most ✨ORIGINAL✨ opinions on the 2017 designs for the fearsome four in the "Let's get dangerous" episode. But I'll do it anyways. (Cause Darkwing has my brain 24/7)

Friendly reminder: this is just my opinion and you're 100% allowed to disagree and tell me what you think, what you agree and what you disagree with and tell me your own opinion on them! With that being said. I'll start my crazy ramblings.

While Quackerjack and Megavolt didn't change at all (honestly, they look amazing in the Ducktales 2017 art style) I love how well they fit in with the art style of the show and how good they look. Again, they may not have changed anything. But I love them anyways.

Quackerjack

I like Quackerjack's now EXPRESSIVE eyebrows and the fact I can finally tell where his face is in the mask. His eyes used to be really close to each other, I have a hard time drawing his face sometimes and how to shape it, when I use the 2017 design for reference it actually gets easier.

And please.

The sparkle of joy someone could get by seeing Michael bell reprise his role as the insane and extremely hilarious quackerjack. The mix of 2D with 3D looked so nice and honestly I just genuinely love Quackerjack's insane laughs

I just have a liking for insane characters and jesters in general. It's a habit lol

MegaVolt.

When you hear his voice, you can tell that it's not Megavolt's original voice actor doing his voice, but the new one did an amazing job voicing him.

I kinda wish we get to see more of him. As I really like MegaVolt as a character in the original show, as he is really relatable (haha, laugh at the dude that relates to villains.) and how fun he was with how PARANOID he can be when being around water (imagine the heart attack he had when meeting Liquidator for the first time lol they would have had an interesting dynamic if they had the chance to interact more.) out of all the characters, he surely had too little screentime in let's get dangerous alongside Bushroot. But they had to do so much in only less than an hour, so I completely get it.

Sorry I don't have much to say about Quackerjack and Megavolt, they just didn't change that much compared to the other two... Speaking of them.

Bushroot.

They did an amazing job giving Bushroot that Zombie like design, as well as making him a silent villain in respect of his voice actor, who sadly passed away. (Huge respect for that.)

I love the colour pallete used for him here, as now a zombie, his colour pallete is more "faded away" compared to the vivid colours in his original design and I honestly like it! I like it a lot! It's a interesting change of character for Bushroot that I genuinely like, but sadly, not explored that much.

I honestly love this design and I can easily see the different outcomes the Bushroot centered episodes would have taken with Bushroot looking like this. (Especially beauty and the beet. Rhonda's reaction would have been completely different towards Reginald after becoming the plant zombie) Comparing that to original Bushroot, you can see that it is a bit of an improvement, plus the characterization would be completely different.

(am I the only one who gets weirded out when people portray 1991 Bushroot as a twink who can't do anything for himself? (Especially in the Liquiroot ship... Or any Bushroot ship in general, some of y'all take the bottom and top a bit too far. Jesus Christ.) Y'all know that every villain (Bushroot included) almost killed Gosalyn multiple times, right? He ain't a little weakling, he just doesn't know how to use his own powers properly, also Bushroot and the fearsome four tried to man-up and kill "Negaduck" in "just us justice ducks", friendly reminder on that.)

In the original show, Bushroot had moments where he had a lot of confidence in doing his "evil" stuff, I say evil like that, cause Bushroot had potential to be redeemed and that would have been a good concept if it was explored and if it was explored correctly. I think this version of Bushroot just... doesn't seem to have the same possibility, I think he is just a zombie with little to no emotions now, which HONESTLY would have been fun to see how he would have interacted with the rest of other menbers of the fearsome four. Kinda sad we didn't saw much of him in the episode. But again, so much in only less than an hour. It's completely understandable why his screentime was limited.

Now. My boy.

Liquidator...

Oh boy. I'm surely going to get murked for this.

But I hate this design so badly. Don't get me wrong. Y'all can enjoy your buff water guy all you want, he's all yours (I see you people 🫵👁️_👁️) but the way they just... MADE HIM BUFF feels so weird to me.

I get it that cause he is a DOG made of WATER and sometimes dogs in media are portrayed as buff characters with a few exceptions like goofy and Max (and a some background characters in Darkwing and ducktales 2017) and when you combine that with the fact that he can shapeshift his body at will, you could eventually come up with this. I see what they were going with it but the thing is. Wasn't his whole deal is that he was just a water salesman?

When you compare how he looks in the reboot to how he looks the original, you will see the noticeable difference between the two. Sure, you can use the "he can shapeshift his body at will" thing as a reason to why he looks lik that, but I simply cannot see a reason on to WHY he would do that. I do like the tail they gave him in the reboot tho, that was kinda missing on his design lol. And I'll be honest, seeing how people used to go. "NO! 1991 LIQUIDATOR BETTER!" "NO! 2017 LIQUIDATOR BETTER!" Back then And some still do till this day. Was kinda funny to me, especially when both still deal with the same issue. No personality outside being a salesman. Just like in the original show, all liquidator does is... Stand there and talk, especially talk in slogans. As he was a salesman always trying to sell his water. A sad reminder that not even the comics did him some justice, they did him dirty. (And I say this as liquidator fan who BEGS for more fan-content about him.) some people forget that he went from a serious salesman to a... SURPRISINGLY funny and cheerful villain, he always talks like he is in a commercial and he was so hilarious to me. Now he got turned into a (kinda) serious buff guy with the element of being a salesman in him. I hate the fact that we never got to see how exactly his dynamic with Bushroot would have been because, unlike Megavolt and Quackerjack, they never got episodes that focused on the two, all the episodes where they appeared and talked to each other had Quackerjack and Megavolt with them. And in let's get dangerous. He still lacked proper screentime and personality but again, the reason for that is the "too much in little time with a lot to focus on."

We had the plot with Gosalyn's missing Grandpa and interdimentional portal, The boys and Scrooge finding out about F.O.W.L AND the plot with the villains. All of that IN LESS THAN AN HOUR. There was too much going on and the fact that the show got cancelled, so they couldn't do much for the fearsome four (plus the deleted scene with Jim Starling/Negaduck) but I'm happy the fearsome four got to appear. As they are my favourite super villain team to exist.

Now a question at the end, how tall do you guys make the fearsome four be in YOUR HeadCanons? Again. HeadCanons. Everyone has different opinions and that's completely fine. As long as they're not problematic.

From tallest to shortest, my HeadCanon heights for them are:

Bushroot being the tallest, as he is now a tree. Literally. Quackerjack and Liquidator being the same height. With liquidator being slightly shorter. And lastly, Megavolt. The shorty.

In the original Darkwing duck show, their heights were the most inconsistent mystery there qas, as I pointed out in this post I made about the inconsistencies. So for my upcoming designs, I decided to give them consistent heights. (And yes, Megavolt is taller than Negaduck, obviously.)

And I won't take the heights in the Ducktales reboot because this is more of my own Darkwing duck AU heights i'm talking about, and again, I don't like 2017 liquidator. So let me know yours.

Again, all of these are my opinions and you're free to disagree with them and tell me your own!

Thank you for listening to my insanity! 🌼

#darkwing duck #fearsome five #fearsome four #liquidator #the liquidator #reginald bushroot #bushroot #megavolt #quackerjack #bud flud #bud flood #elmo sputterspark

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littlelalu · 7 months ago

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Stolen Moments | Milo Manheim (Part 1 Fluff)

NOTE: Hello guys! Sorry for not posting for a couple of days now. I felt very crappy and did not have much motivation to do anything. It's a little past midnight, but I did say I wanted to post ASAP.

This first part is fluff. Next is Smut

Hope you all have a great night <3

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your Eye Color

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I'm so tired. We have been rehearsing almost all day for Zombies 4. Being a background dancer is not easy, but I love dancing. It has been my passion since I was a little girl. I also don't mind it because I see him every day.

Milo and I have been dating for a month but in secret. We have not told anyone just yet, besides our best friends. We agreed to wait until after filming because we didn't want to draw any attention to us. We have been sneaking around set, late-night secret rendezvous, and constantly texting/calling. It was easy at first, but it's been harder now that my feelings for him have grown.

"Good job everyone! That's it for today. Have a good night. See y'all tomorrow" the choreographer said, distracting me from my thoughts.

Milo and I quickly glanced at each other, but Malachi shoved him playfully.

"Aye, man! Great job today" Milo said to him. They began talking.

I started to make my way to the table where I left my stuff and began walking out of the building. I had parked far away from the door so others wouldn't see Milo when he got in my car.

I heard my phone buzz as I started the engine. It was a text from Milo.

I'll be out there soon!

I smiled at my phone and replied.

Okay, babe. See ya soon.

I sat in my car as I waited for him. We don't even have anything "fun" to do today. We just plan on staying in my hotel room. His, Meg and Chandlers, and a couple of other cast member's management got them an air bnb to stay at while they film the movie. I'm so glad no one has caught on to where he goes.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Milo's P.O.V ~~~~~

God... Y/N looks so beautiful when she's dancing. This is her calling for sure.

This past month with her has been amazing. She makes me feel happier than I have ever been in my life. Sneaking around makes it more exciting and thrilling. I can't wait till we're done filming so I can publicly show her off. Only Mason knows about her.

Y/N and I keep telling everyone we are just friends, but when nobody is around, she is all mine. I love being with her. I keep getting more feelings for her each day. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, everything is perfect about her.

"Good job everyone! That's it for today. Have a good night. See y'all tomorrow" the choreographer said.

I looked at Y/N for a bit, but Malachi shoved me. "Aye, man! Great job today." I said to him. We continued talking for a bit, but I kept sneaking glances at Y/N as she left.

"Hey listen man... I have to head out now. I need to run some errands before I head home. See you later!" I said to him.

"Yeah, man no problem."

I grabbed my stuff and texted Y/N that I would be out there soon. I began making my way out of the building and to her car.

I can't wait to spend time with her. She's like my prize after a long day at work.

As I got closer to her car, I looked around to make sure no one is looking. Thankfully, no one is.

"Y/N!" I said a bit too loudly.

"Shh Milo someone is going to hear you." She said trying to keep me quiet. She let out a cute giggle. Anything to hear that.

"Babe it's okay! No one is near here." I reassured her. "Meaning..." I said as I put my hand on her chin to look me in the eyes. Her pretty Y/E/C eyes looking at my brown ones. She is truly beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back instantly. We both sighed in relief like we hadn't been waiting all day to do this.

I pulled back after a minute. We were grinning like fools. "Sorry. I just couldn't wait any longer."

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "It's fine. You ready to go?" She asked me.

"Yup. I'm tired as hell" I said as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Me too. But hey you were doing great! I can never get tired of hearing you sing." She said as she began to drive.

"You were amazing too! I love seeing the way your body moves. Reminds me of our little meet up" I said and winked at her.

"Behave, Manheim." She joked.

We talked more about the movie and our dance moves. Nothing feels better than the times I'm with her. I keep watching her talk about dancing. Her eyes light up so much. I admire her beauty. I'm falling for this girl.

#ben plunkett #disney zombies #milo manheim #milo manheim fan fiction #ryan baker #school spirits #wally clark #zed necrodopolis #dancing with the stars #prom pact #nico alexander #doogie kamealoha m.d.#thanksgiving movie

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dvrylgal · 3 months ago

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⋆༺𓆩 kehetu: chapter seven 𓆪༻⋆

synopsis: you grow suspicious of shane during otis's funeral... and you and daryl run into a little trouble while on another search.

cw: canon typical violence, gore, profanity, mature themes, cannibalism (zombies), zombies (obviously), racism (Merle), reader is black, reader is from jersey, reader is a mechanic, reader was raised native (ish), reader's a bit of an atheist

"Blessed be God... Father of our Lord, Jesus Christ," Hershel—the farm owner—began, head down as he read from the Bible, "Praise be to Him... for the gift of our brother, Otis..."

The group, along with the Greene family, stood somberly around the grave, expressions of varying sadness displayed on each of you.

'Never thought I'd be goin' to a funeral in the end times...'

"For his span of years... for his abundance of character... Otis, who gave his life to save a child's... now more than ever, our most precious asset."

At first light, you and the highway crew rode out to the farm, and were relieved to hear that Carl had survived his operation.

But, sadly, the man who had gone on a run for the supplies had been lost to a horde of walkers.

Slyly, your eyes shifted over to Shane, examining him with a suspicious glare as he stood to the side.

"We thank you, God, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace... he died as he lived... in grace."

Shane's expression was strained, almost painful, eyes shifty and distant as he looked anywhere but the grave.

Something was off...

You couldn't exactly put your finger on it, seeing as you believed Shane was a whack-job from the very start, but you had a feeling that the man knew more than he let on.

That he did more than he said he had.

"Shane," Herschel piped up, closing his book. "Will you speak for Otis?"

"I'm not good at it," he quickly denied, looking off to the side. "...M'sorry."

Sniffling, Otis's wife—Patricia—stepped forward, eyes foggy with tears.

"You were the last one with him... you shared his final moments," she pleaded, carefully hugging herself. "Please... I need to hear... I need to know his death had meaning."

Pausing a moment, Shane attempted to gather himself, swallowing thickly before giving her a faint nod.

And as you watched and listened to him regale his fantastical story, you found that only two words seemed fitting enough to describe it:

Bull. Shit.

It was too neat.

Too cut and clear.

Two men go up against a ravenous horde of walkers and one gets eaten alive, while the other makes it out practically unscathed?

You didn't know how to explain it, but somewhere in your gut you knew that the bastard was lying through his teeth.

If you tried to, you'd probably sound like some kind of insensitive, conspiracy theorist asshole.

'An' then get branded the Ice Bitch among this group of touchy-feelers...'

With a silent huff out your nose, you watched as Shane picked up a stone, placing it on top of Otis's grave with a sorry look.

While, the others may be oblivious, you knew the truth.

The glaringly obvious, painfully in-your-face truth.

And now that you did... your head was going to be on a permanent swivel.

"Mornin', guys. Let's get goin'," Rick started, ushering you all toward the cars and laying out a map on the hood. "We've got a lot of ground to cover."

Snatching up your thermos, you slung your quiver over your shoulder, heading off to join them.

"All right, everyone's getting new search grids today. If she made it as far as the farmhouse Daryl found, she might have gone further east than we've been so far."

"I'd like to help," Jimmy, Beth's boyfriend, piped up. "I know the area pretty well and stuff."

Rick cocked a brow.

"Hershel's okay with this?"

"Yeah... yeah. He said I should ask you."

"All right, then. Thanks."

"Nothin' 'bout what Daryl found screams Sophia to me," Shane continued, taking a seat in the passenger. "Anyone coulda been holed up in that farmhouse."

"Anybody includes her, right?" Andrea leveled.

"Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high," Daryl stated, holding his hand up to his hip.

"An' even if it isn't her, I'd say it's worth investigatin' if we've got some rando roamin' around the area," you added, resting your hands on your hips.

"It's a good lead."

"Maybe we'll pick up her trail again," Rick nodded, resting his hands on the map.

"No maybe about it," Daryl scoffed, scratching his nose. "M'gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge right here, take a bird's-eye view of the whole grid. If she's up there, I'll spot 'er."

"Good idea," T-Dog nodded, giving him a teasing nudge. "Maybe you'll see your chupacabra up there, too."

"Chupacabra?" Rick asked, confused.

"You never heard this?" Dale smiled, plopping the gun bag on the roof of the car. "Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time when he went squirrel hunting and he saw a chupacabra."

"Chupacabras are in Mexico, Einstein," you corrected.

"Chupacabras don't exist," T-Dog clarified.

At that, Jimmy let out a small snicker.

"What are you brayin' at, jackass?" Daryl glared.

"So you believe in a blood-sucking dog?" the boy asked.

"Do you believe dead people walkin' around?" Daryl asked back, sarcastically.

Rolling his eyes, Jimmy leaned forward, reaching for the rifle that sat nice and pretty in front of him.

"Hey, hey. Ever fire one before?" Rick quickly snatched it up, leveling the boy with a warning look.

"Well, if I'm goin' out, I want one."

"Yeah, an' people in hell want slurpees," Daryl scoffed, tossing his crossbow over his shoulder before starting off.

"You get eaten by a chupacabra, your shit's mine," you mumbled, teasingly, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Fuck you," he scoffed, flipping you off and poorly fighting the small smile rising on his face. "You comin' or what?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled yourself off the car door, attaching your thermos to your pack before grabbing your spear, doing a quick jog to catch up to him.

"Where the hell ya get that from?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion at the large wooden staff in your hand.

"Carved it last night," you shrugged, glancing at it. "Got bored on night watch."

"S'damn near as big as you. How the hell you gonna move around wit' that?"

"I'll move around just fine."

"You better not slow me down, Geronimo."

"Don't piss me off, trailer park."

Crouching low to the ground, you examined the trail, raking over the grass and muck with an analytical eye as you led.

With the rustle of the leaves and clop of hooves behind—paired with a few quiet snickers—your brows flattened, though you continued your work.

"M'not deaf, Dixon..." you deadpanned, standing up straight. "I can hear you bein' an asshole."

"S'a wonder you can hear anythin' wit' that overgrown twig whooshin' past ya," Daryl chuckled, turning his sights to a nearby tree.

A squirrel had descended on the near side of its bark, prime and ready for the hunting.

Without hesitation, Daryl took aim and shot, killing the poor creature with the twang of his crossbow and ending its little life in an instant.

"I'd like t'see your face when this overgrown twig saves your life," you countered, a small smirk rising to your lips as you glanced back at him.

He scoffed, avoiding your gaze as he snatched up the small vermin.

"That stick saves m'life, I got no right livin' it."

At that, you chuckled, turning back to the ground, watching your step as you began to descend a slope.

You never would've guessed the rough-and-tumble, Georgia wild-man was so dramatic.

'Must come with Dixon blood...'

"Whoa..." Daryl slowed, lightly pulling he reins of his horse.

"What is it?" you quickly focused up, hand hovering over your tomahawk.

"Look."

He nodded toward the creek below, and you followed his line of sight, heart sinking at what you found sitting in the shallows.

A doll.

'Oh, no...'

As Daryl hopped off his horse, you carefully sped toward the creek bed, spear at the ready as you approached.

Though, the closer you drew, the further that heavy pit in your stomach began to sink, the features of the small toy slowly coming into view.

It was no run-of-the-mill doll.

It was the doll.

Sophia's doll.

Trudging through the water, you picked it up with a saddened hand, eyes somber as you turned to Daryl.

His expression was one of slight panic, the unshakable confidence he once had visibly faltering in his eyes.

"Sophia!" he called, turning to look around the open clearing.

But he was met with silence, nothing but the babbling creek next to you offering a response.

Not saying a word, he turned on his heels, storming back toward his horse with an air of frustration that had even you keeping quiet.

Sadly, you glanced back down at the doll, her sopping wet hair and water-stained dress bringing a certain ache to your heart.

'If this is all that's left behind...'

You shook your head, unable to finish the thought.

Steeling your nerves, you tucked the doll into your belt, taking a deep breath before turning to rejoin Daryl.

This didn't mean anything.

She could've dropped it while running... or forgotten it while getting a drink... or maybe her arms got too tired.

But this was not the end.

The search wasn't over yet.

No way in hell were you going to go back to Carol empty handed.

You were going to find this little girl if it was the last damn thing you did, even if every damn walker in the area tried to stop you.

You were going to find Sophia.

With a sharp screech, you were snapped out of your thoughts, a small group of birds suddenly flying out of the brush and startling the horse.

"Whoa... easy, easy," Daryl cooed, attempting to soothe the creature.

Newly determined, you pressed forward, shifting your gaze from the ground to the trees in hopes of finding some sort of fingerprint or torn piece of clothing.

'She was wearin' a blue rainbow shirt that day, right? And some brown shorts...'

The kids of this new, apocalyptic generation were tough.

You knew that.

Hell, your logic was if Carl could survive a shot from a hunting rifle, then Sophia had to be alive and kicking.

Yeah, she was surviving just fine.

Keeping quiet... eating berries... hopefully armed with a decently-sized rock or sharp stick.

She was okay.

'She's okay.'

"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Daryl suddenly exclaimed, the fearful whinnies of the horse nearly making you jump out your skin.

Turning to the pair, it was clear the steed had been spooked by the large snake slithering not too far ahead.

Running over, you quickly drew your hunting knife, slicing the damned thing in half before turning to the horse, who had began to kick up its forelegs.

"Easy, there!" you cooed, holding out your hands, hoping to calm it down before it got too rowdy.

But it was too late.

With a harsh buck, it flung Daryl off its back, sending him tumbling down a nearby, stony-slope before making a run back the way you came.

"Daryl!" you exclaimed, quickly sprinting over to the edge.

He'd fallen into another section of the creek with a painful thud, managing to strike his head against a rock on the way down before landing in the shallows.

Right on top of one of his arrows.

"Son of a bitch..." he spat, hissing through his teeth as he clutched his side, which had already began leaking a steady stream of blood into the mucky water.

"Fuck! ...shit," you cursed, frantically looking around for a safe way down.

The man had practically fallen down a small cliff, and was actually quite lucky he didn't snap his neck during.

From what you could see, there was no route that didn't have you slipping and cracking your skull open on a rock.

"Don't move, alright!" you called, severely worried by the creek's growing stain of red. "M'gonna try to get down!"

"No!" he groaned, huffing out a deep breath before forcing himself to sit up, still clutching the arrow as he attempted to make his way to shallower water. "You stay up there!"

His authoritative tone slightly took you aback, having never heard him talk to you like that before.

Even when you both weren't on the best terms.

"We still got a job t'do..."

Eyes wide, you nearly scoffed, almost disbelieving of the words coming out of his mouth.

"You're kiddin'!" you shook your head. "Daryl, you're hurt! Bad! I gotta take you back to Hershel!"

"Sophia's still out there... ye gotta keep up the search..."

"Daryl, this is not—"

"I'll be fine... I'll meet you in that clearin' we passed 'bout a hundred yards back..."

"Daryl, I can't just—"

"M'gonna make a tourniquet before I make my way up there... keep goin' lil' bit more while we still got th'light."

"Daryl!" you exclaimed. "M'not leavin' you to bleed out!"

"M'not debtain' you, (y/n)!" he ground out, his breath cresting with a soft wince. "I'll meetchu at the damn clearin'!"

Slightly surprised, you clammed up, having never seen his eyes flicker with such incontestability.

Such certainty.

It wasn't a suggestion.

At the sounds, your heart sputtered to life—slightly—stomach buzzing at the imperious tone of his voice.

Any other time, you would've snapped at him for talking to you in such a way.

But this time?

The resonance of his voice left no room for argument, and, despite your better judgement, forced you to comply.

Before you could even form the thought of protest, your feet were already carrying you away, starting you off on the trail so you could turn around and double back to the clearing.

With a harsh sigh, your brows furrowed, your grip on your spear tightening as you pressed forward.

'I can't believe I'm doin' this... I can't believe I'm doin' this... I can't believe I'm doin' this....'

You were leaving a man to bleed.

Hell, you were leaving Daryl Dixon to bleed... just because he told you to?

Incredulously, you let out a dry chuckle, utterly dumbfounded by the series of choices that led you to this point.

When the hell did you start listening to Daryl fucking Dixon?

"It's settled," you muttered under your breath, almost amused. "It's the end of the world."

With a scoff, you completed the U-Turn, now on the path back to the clearing.

"M'listenin' to a goddamn Dixon."

#horror #daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #dvrylgal #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reder

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anceh-atsiome · 3 months ago

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As someone who only ever plays in creative mode I've recently been in a modded survival server with some friends and I just had the funniest possible introduction to the Nether

-Make it to the Nether, wander around a bit, kill a hoglin that aggro'd onto me, meet a friendly piglin and pretty quickly work out the gold thing

-Find a fortress; kill some zombified piglins and wither skeletons that attacked me, die to blazes a few times (during which I have the gold thing reinforced due to the previously friendly piglin attacking me on my way back to the fortress), and eventually get my corpse (one of the mods is one that has you leave a corpse with all your stuff behind) blown off a bridge into the bottom layer of lava

-Proceed to spend about half an hour sprinting to the bottom layer while getting knocked around to a few hearts by piglins and hoglins, trying to build a bridge to the floating body out of netherwart, falling into the lava and dying, and doing this again

-While this is going on I am slowly starting to think that either my headphones were picking up on a different connection or I was starting to have auditory hallucinations, because I kept hearing a faint voice talking about prostate cancer (one of the other players was nearby and listening to a podcast that was coming through their speaker but I didn't know that)

-After getting up to grab my laundry and apparently somehow suffocating in a wall despite not being anywhere near a wall while I was gone, said player finished the bridge to my body and I finally got all my stuff back

-Figure since the fortress is swarming with blazes and I do not want to have to deal with the lava again, I might as well go the opposite direction from the Nether portal

-A bunch of hoglins and zombie piglins immediately aggro onto me, and I then spend another half hour dying to hoglins and piglins while getting increasingly pissed off at the porcine population of the Nether in general and coming up with increasingly desperate ways to lure them into traps and kill them barehanded

-Finally get all my stuff back, and realize that zombie piglins are also subject to the gold thing, which meant that a good portion of the time I was actively inviting them to attack me because I assumed the zombification made them aggro on sight like the hoglins

-Humbled by this profound realization that I had been the aggressor all along, I vowed to set aside my sword and coexist peacefully with both regular and zombified piglins, and to recognize them for the thinking beings they were

-Almost immediately aggro'd onto by a hoglin and hit it back, upon which I learn in the span of about three seconds that (a, piglins may be subject to the gold thing but they will also immediately aggro if you hit a hoglin, (b, the hoglins like to hang out around the piglins and will thus incite the piglins to attack you through aggro'ing onto you (which meant that the entire lesson I learned about being the aggressor ended up being wrong on a technicality), and (c, there were anywhere from twenty to thirty zombie piglins in sight range of me at that moment in time

Conclusion: Hell is pigs and lava

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the-cult-of-riley · 1 year ago

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty Four)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: The wedding is here!!!!

Thank you once again to everyone showing love to this story. It’s nowhere near done but my brain is getting antsy. I have like a billion Ghost stories I wanna write, some I've started already, some mere ideas in my pesky brain. I’d love to hear which ones you guys are most interested in first. I can’t list all of my ideas here because it would take too long but some of the ones I’m doing are;

-Ghost/OC/Soap story. MC is on the task force.

-I don’t wanna call it an alpha/omega story because the MC is human, but it's kinda along those lines with mates and stuff. But it falls into obsessive Ghost and reluctant (at first) MC. If you think this Ghost is pussy whipped for Lottie then… lmao just wait and see bby.

-a sunshine/grumpy trope story. Ghost absolutely wants nothing to do with her but she's so cute and ridiculous and happy and she worms her way in anyway >:)

-mediaeval ish story. MC is the princess, Ghost is a knight.

-an actual alpha/omega story. Our poor little omega is traumatised and Ghostie takes care of her.

-Zombie AU story. Deals with some pretty dark and depressing shit.

I have more ideas but those are the ones pinging around my brain the most and some I’ve already started. Don’t be shy to let me know.

The wedding dress and the lingerie for reference.

I actually managed to pick a song that wasn’t the usual bands lmao My brain allowed it because good ol’ Greg here is the singer from The Dillinger Escape plan, who I believe our Ghostie listens to lololol

Greg Puciato - Heaven of Stone

In the earth below with

Nowhere else to go

I know that we'll belong

Set free from all the wrongs

In eternal gardens

Fallen flowers grow

I've held you all along

In heavens made of stone

‘Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’ Simon tried to remember who said that, if he remembered right, it was Aristotle. Made sense though, didn’t it? Maybe that's why he’d spent most of his life miserable, feeling cold and empty like a haunted house. Maybe that was why he always felt like something was missing. He’d been only half of a soul, floating around like a wraith, trying to find his other half. Now he’d found her, had her stumble right into his life and now he knew he could never look back. He felt whole, he felt complete, he felt like everything was right and the world made sense.

Despite these feelings, he was greedily sucking nicotine from a smoke, his second in less than fifteen minutes, as he sat perched on the wall outside of the courthouse. To say he was feeling nervous would have been a gross understatement. He wasn't having cold feet, in fact Tommy had been stunned by the lack of cold feet he’d shown all morning. He’d never been more sure of anything in his entire life, he knew he wanted her to be his wife. But he was nervous for a lot of other things, the variables in this scenario, the things beyond his control. Just as he hated that bullshit out on the battlefield, he hated it in his personal life. He loved to be in control, it meant he was less likely to get hurt, a feeling he’d been subjected to far too much as a child. He’d vowed never to feel that vulnerable again.

What if she was the one having cold feet? What if she decided she didn't want to marry a tosser like him? What if she decided she didn't want marriage at all? What if she decided she was bored of him and that she didn't want to be with him full stop? What if she didn't turn up? What if he went home and all her stuff was gone? What if, what if, what if? Too many thoughts, too many feelings and he was trying to calm himself down by chain smoking.

“You're gonna get lung cancer before she even gets here at this rate,” Tommy huffed from next to him, snatching the pack of smokes out of his hand and pocketing them. Simon glared at him, stubbing out the end of his cig before flicking it into the bin not too far away.

“I’m fine,” he grouched and Tommy eyed his leg that was anxiously bouncing before raising a smug brow at him. “Fuck off,” he huffed and Tommy snorted.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Si,” he murmured and Simon ran a hand through his hair in agitation.

Lottie would be here soon and he wished she’d just turn up early, to see if she would in fact turn up or if his life was about to quickly go down the shitter.

“What if she doesn't turn up?” he asked, his voice so quiet with the shame of his admission. Tommy glanced at him, a sympathetic smile on his face as he clapped Simon on the back.

“She will turn up,” his simple answer just annoyed him and he heaved a sigh, glaring at him. “She thinks the world of you, Simon, anyone with eyes can see that. She’ll turn up. If anything, she’s probably panicking just as much as you right now. Probably convinced herself you won't be here,” Tommy said quietly and Simon knew he wasn't wrong. He knew his girl so well and she was probably working herself into an even bigger tizzy than he was. He just hated this anxiety, hated being away from her like this. He knew she loved him, his nerves were just getting the best of him.

Tommy’s phone dinged and he glanced at it, grinning before he stood up.

“Come on, arse wipe, up you get. They’re on their way,” he beamed at him.

Relief flooded his system then, knowing she was coming after all, Beth and his mum in tow after helping her get ready. He wondered just what she’d look like walking down the small aisle of the courthouse.

He was wearing a suit, nothing too fancy, just a simple black and white suit that he’d worn to Tommy’s wedding. He’d contemplated getting something fancier, something just for this occasion, but Charlotte had told him to do what he wanted, whatever was comfortable for him so this is what he chose. He wasnt much of a suit person to begin with and he didn’t want to waste money on something that made him so fucking uncomfortable. He felt he scrubbed up decent enough anyway.

He followed his baby brother into the courthouse to await his bride and his stomach felt like there were a million roaches inside, all squirming around trying to get out. He felt sick, breathing slowly so he didn’t fucking pass out and make a right knob of himself while he waited at the end of the aisle. The officiant was an older man, a kind face who had been nothing but nice and polite to the boys since they arrived. They all stood waiting for the girls to arrive.

There wouldn't be music, the wedding march or anything of the like as she walked in. They could have requested it but she’d said no. He'd been a little surprised that she wanted a bare bones wedding like this but he hadn’t minded at all. He tended to agree with her though, weddings were shite. He just wanted to marry her.

He heard the door start to open and he stood taller, as if standing to attention in front of his commanding officer. As the doors fully opened, he felt like all the breath got stolen from his lungs. The feeling was so reminiscent of when they first met and he never would have thought back then that he’d wind up making her his wife.

She was an absolute vision and his throat constricted painfully as he couldn't stop staring at her, eyes unblinking, not wanting to miss anything. The dress suited her perfectly, the lace as delicate as she was and he felt his eyes prickling with unshed tears as the emotion overflowed inside of him. His mum was linking arms with her, giving her away as she had no parents of her own. He remembered how hard Lottie had cried when his mum had offered, remembered how he himself had cried no matter how embarrassing it might have been.

Beth was behind them, holding the train of the dress in one hand, the other arm having an almost one year old Joseph perched on her hip. He was wearing fucking suit and everything. Little man looked proper dapper.

His mum led Charlotte to him and his girl was staring at him with wide eyes and a tentative smile. After a pat to the arm off his teary mum, she sat down with Tommy, Beth and little Jo following along. He couldn't take his eyes off Lottie though as they stared at each other. Her brown waves were up in some braided updo thing, a few waves framing her face. She was perfect.

“You look like an angel, love,” he whispered reverently, his voice thick with emotion as he grasped her hands. She blushed, that pink looking so pretty on her face as she smiled shyly. Always acted like he was complimenting her for the first time. He never tired of making her blush, he loved that he could still have that effect on her.

“You look so handsome, Si,” she murmured, making those moon eyes at him as if he’d hung the moon himself. Fuck, he wished he did. He’d do anything she asked of him no matter how impossible the task.

He wanted to keep going on about how beautiful she was, wanted to kiss the gloss of her perfect lips, wanted to do a lot of things, but then the officiant started speaking.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Charlotte and Simon in marriage. This ceremony marks the beginning of their journey together as husband and wife,” he started and Simon felt the anticipation thrumming through his entire being. His eyes were still glued to his girl, even when he heard his mothers sniffle from her seat.

“Charlotte and Simon, today you come before us to express your love and commitment to one another. Before we proceed, do you both affirm that it is your intention to enter into this marriage willingly and with full understanding of its significance?” he asked and Charlotte smiled up at Simon in a way that rendered his heart to mush.

"We do," they both answered and it made his lips tug up as he squeezed her soft hands gently.

“Excellent. Charlotte and Simon, marriage is a sacred bond, a union founded on love, respect, and mutual trust. It is a promise to stand by each other through life's joys and challenges. It is a commitment to support and uplift one another, to cherish and nurture your relationship each and every day. Now, Charlotte, please share your vows with Simon,” the officiant said with a warm smile.

He could tell she was nervous, felt her hands trembling against his own. He expected her to pull out a piece of paper with her vows on, like his own that he’d stuffed in his pocket. Vows he’d agonised over and rewrote a billion and one times because no words could ever be able to sum up what he wanted to say to her. She didn't seem to need to read her vows though, apparently she had it all stored in her head.

“Simon… from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I’m grateful for every moment we've shared together. You’ve changed me as a person, for the better. Made me see I’m worthy of being loved. I can never repay you for all you’ve done for me but I’d love to spend the rest of our lives trying,” she started with a wobbly voice and shiny eyes. His chest felt heavy, like a weight bearing down on him as he suppressed the urge to cry like a right mard arse. He gave her a watery smile and she gripped his hands tighter.

“I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin. I promise to support you, to encourage you, and to be your partner in all things. I vow to listen to you with an open heart, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I choose you today and every day for the rest of our lives,” she murmured earnestly and he had to blink rapidly to quell the onslaught of tears threatening to break through.

“Thank you, Charlotte. Now, Simon, please share your vows with Charlotte,” the officiant smiled.

Simon swallowed thickly, one of his hands leaving Lottie’s so he could retrieve the little piece of paper in his breast pocket with a trembling hand. His breathing was shaky and he tried to calm himself, didn't want his voice to crack.

“Charlotte, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with…” he hated how close to tears he sounded, how the lump in his throat got bigger with each word leaving his mouth. Charlotte gave him an encouraging smile, bringing the hand she still held up to her mouth and placing a tender kiss to his knuckles. “You’re my best friend, my confidante, and my soulmate. Today, in front of our family, I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in all your dreams and endeavours, and to always be there for you. I promise to cherish you, to respect you, and to honour you for the incredible person you are. I’m so grateful to call you my partner, and I vow to spend the rest of my days makin’ you happy,” he choked out, stuffing the paper back in his pocket before wiping his eyes quickly. The officiant looked at Tommy then and he hopped up, fishing around in his pocket before grabbing the two rings, handing them to both he and Lottie. “As Charlotte and Simon exchange these rings, they are symbolising the commitment and love they have pledged to one another. These rings are more than mere adornments; they are a visible representation of the promises and vows made here today. Charlotte, as you place this ring on Simon's finger, may it serve as a constant reminder of your love, loyalty, and devotion. Let it be a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share and a promise of your commitment to him,” the officiant said, gesturing to Charlotte and she smiled up at Simon, a heart melting smile before she slid the ring on his finger with the utmost care.

“Simon, as you place this ring on Charlotte's finger, may it be a symbol of your eternal love and unwavering dedication. Let it be a reminder of the promises you've made and a testament to the love that will continue to grow between you,” Simon’s thumb brushed over her finger before he slid the ring on, giving her hand a squeeze as he gazed down at her adoringly.

“May these rings forever signify the love and unity you share as husband and wife. With this exchange, your lives are forever intertwined, and your journey together as partners begins anew. And now, by the power vested in me by the City of Manchester, I am honoured to pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Simon wasted no time, gripping either side of Lottie’s face and leaning down, capturing her lips quickly. He’d wanted to do nothing but kiss her since she’d turned up. He kept it tame, he did have an audience after all, he he tried he pour all of his love, all of his emotion into the kiss. When he pulled away, her cheeks were aflame, amusement dancing behind her pretty blue eyes as she smiled at him.

“I love you,” she murmured and he felt himself melting all over again.

“I love you too… Mrs Riley,” he smirked and her smile widened.

They stayed a little longer to sign all the forms to actually be married before they all left the courthouse. Not before his mother had clung to him, weeping into his chest at how proud she was, how fucking happy he was for him. Made his heart feel like it had grown three sizes seeing his poor mum like that about him.

Much to Tommy’s chagrin, there wouldn't be a reception. Charlotte hadn't really wanted one and if he was honest, neither did he. All he could think about as he looked at his new wife in that dress was wanting to get her home and getting inside of her. Before they left, his mum was adamant on getting some pictures that she could print off so they’d posed for her outside of the courthouse and he didn't think he’d ever had a picture taken of him smiling quite like this.

They’d gotten congratulations from the taxi driver on their way home after parting ways with his family and Simon felt his chest puff with pride that Lottie was now his wife. His other half. She was fully his and he felt like he was on top of the world. She seemed so happy, smiling and giggling as he told her shitty jokes on the way home, clutching his arm as they made their way inside and into the lift.

As they walked down the hallway of their apartment, he scooped her up bridal style, making her squeal before she started laughing, gripping around his neck as if she thought he’d drop her. As if he ever would. He was smiling so fucking hard his cheeks hurt and he was sure he probably looked fucking psychotic at this point. He couldn't help it though, he’d never felt happiness quite like this, never thought he would. Hadn’t thought he deserved it. Yet here she was, beautiful and sweet Charlotte, giving him every drop of love she had in her entire being and he wouldn't waste a single bit of it.

He carried her through the threshold, gently placing her on her feet as they got indoors and he shut the door behind her. His eyes turned hungry then as he gazed at her, eyes trailing over her in that fucking dress, looking like some angel sent from heaven to tempt him.

He stepped towards her and the look in his eyes had her stepping back until her back hit the door, lips parted, pupils blown wide as he gazed up at him. He rested his hands either side of her on the door, caging her in, knowing she loved his size and loved feeling helpless around him, little minx she was.

He trailed his nose along her delicate throat with a hum and she let out a soft noise that had his hard dick aching in his pants. He placed a wet and open mouthed kiss on her pulse point, making her moan quietly before he leaned back up to look at her with his blazing eyes.

“You look good enough to eat, sweetheart,” he purred and she smiled, a delighted flash glinting in her eyes.

“Be careful of the dress, it's a rental,” she smirked, making him snort softly.

“That’s a shame, wanted to fuck you in it,” he muttered wickedly, loving how she swallowed thickly, squirming where she stood.

“I have something better… you should take the dress off,” she murmured, looking at him all coy like and batting her lashes.

He was intrigued and horny so he did what he was told like a good husband, moving his hands from the door to around her waist. She gasped as he pulled her flush to his chest, her hands splaying on him as she blinked up at him. His large hand slid around to her back, finding the zip and unzipping it slowly, slow enough to make her shift impatiently.

Once the zip was completely down, his hands trailed in a featherlight touch up to her shoulders, pulling down the dainty straps there. He tugged the dress down, revealing lingerie he hadn't expected underneath. His movements became a little faster now, pulling the dress until it pooled around her ankles and he let out a deep groan, his eyes darkening.

“You dress up for me, angel?” he asked in a mere whisper and her blush swept up her chest to her face as she nodded shyly. What a fucking sight she was like this, white lingerie with delicate straps and flowers adorning her. She’d been right, it was better than the wedding dress. His hands slid up her hips to her waist and he leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Charlotte,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers and feeling her smile against him.

“You like it?” she asked almost meekly and maybe it shouldn't have made his dick even harder, but it did.

“Fuckin’ love it,” he replied breathlessly.

He trailed hot and wet kisses from her mouth, down her jaw and to her neck, lavishing it with attention, just how she liked it. She let out a breathy moan and he groaned in response, pulling her closer to him as his hands slid around to her arse. It was then he realised the lingerie was a thong and her perfect arse cheeks were on display for him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he gave them a firm squeeze, and she moaned a little louder this time.

“On the bed, love,” he ordered, pulling himself away from her painfully. He needed to get out of his fucking clothes so he could have his way with her before his dick fell off. She flashed him a pretty smile before they both made their way to the bedroom and she sauntered over to the bed. He watched her lay on her side, watching him with rapt attention as he started to undress. His lips tugged into a smirk at her blatant ogling so he made sure to take his time as he unbuttoned his shirt before peeling it off, his pants soon to follow.

Once he was finally free of his constraints, he made a beeline for the bed and Charlotte rolled onto her back waiting for him. He climbed on, parting her thighs and groaning in delight at the view of her soaked cunt behind the sheer white material.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me already like a good little wife,” he drawled and he didn't miss how her breathing hitched at his words. Her pupils were blown wide as she watched him keenly and he slid his hands up the inside of her thighs slowly, loving how soft her skin was. He could feel her shaking with anticipation, his cock twitching at how she arched her back, trying to get closer to him.

He couldn't tear his eyes off her, he loved her so much it felt like it caused him physical pain sometimes. He leaned down, kissing every morsel of skin he could that poked out of her body suit, worshipping her body like the goddess she was. Fucking hell, he’d give his life to her, devote everything he had in him to her.

She was writhing under his touch, at every flutter of his lips against her skin, every brush of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. He was reverent with every touch as he made his way up her body, paying extra attention to her neck and getting a lovely moan from her.

His lips finally claimed hers and she was so desperate for him that he felt like he might spill his load without being touched. How had he gotten so lucky? What on earth had he done to deserve such a beauty in his life that was the radiance she exuded? She was absolutely everything to him, the beginning and the end, completing him like the puzzle piece he’d spent his life searching for.

“What?” she asked shyly and he realised then he’d stopped kissing her and was just looking at her with those soft eyes he had, only for her. He felt heat bloom high on his cheeks, in the top of his ears and she noticed because she smiled warmly at him, her fingers caressing the back of his neck lovingly.

“I just… I love you. Never thought I’d have this,” he admitted quietly and her eyes softened, her smile widening.

“I love you too,” she fluttered a pretty smile at him, pulling him back down and massaging her lips against his.

He melted into her, his hand trailing down her body like some sacred object before it brushed her dripping cunt over her underwear. She gasped and he moaned, practically salivating over how needy her body was being. Part of him wanted to go all out, fuck her with his fingers, lick her pussy until she was a shaking mess, but he couldn’t. Seeing her in this pretty white lingerie, seeing her in that dress, seeing her with his ring on her finger, branding her as his… It was too much. He needed her so badly he was sure he’d die.

He hooked his finger in the string of her underwear, dragging it from where it lay over her cunt and arse, pulling it to the side to sit in the crease of her thigh. He gripped his aching cock, rubbing against her soaked heat and she let out a needy noise that had his blood running hot.

He sunk into her with a loud groan of relief, her own moan bleeding into his. He bottomed out deliciously and she had that pretty look on her face that told him he was filling her tight little cunt up to the brim, filling her up good. The hand beside her head was used for leverage, his other winding around her lower back to angle her better and keep her as close as possible before he started rutting into her.

If he wasnt half gone with lust, he might have felt sorry for the neighbours as his pretty little wife started keening, clawing at his shoulders as he fucked the soul out of her, trying to claim it for his own. The legs of the bed squeaked, the headboard slamming into the wall and the room was full of obscene sounds. Their moans, the sound of their skin slapping together as he fucked her like a man possessed.

He wanted to tell her she was his now, belonged to him in every way possible, wanted to tell her she wouldn't be leaving him ever, not if he had anything to do with it. He wanted to say a lot of things but his mouth could do little else but moan like a needy whore at the pleasure he felt. She was divine, being with her like this was a holy experience for him and it set every nerve ending in his body on fire.

His lips crashed to hers and the kiss was messy, desperate as they both clawed and pawed at each other, chasing a release that felt higher than any other. Her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she tangled her tongue with his and he could feel the cold metal of her ring on his skin, a reminder of how she willingly gave herself over to him today. They were no longer separate souls, two halves separated into two bodies. They were joined in union, tied together forever. He’d follow her even after death if it came to it.

He angled his hips just right, brushing that spot inside of her and pressing against her clit with his public bone and the noise she let out would make a porn star blush.

“Fuckin’ Christ…” he moaned, struggling to hold into his sanity as her cunt fluttered around him

“Don’t stop,” she choked out, her pale cheeks flushed red, irises nowhere in sight as her eyes were overtaken by her pupils. Her voice was pleading, bordering on desperate as she clung to him like she might float off the earth if she didn't.

He didn't stop, he kept his brutal pace, sweat trickling down his temple with the effort it was taking to not fill her up, not yet. He felt the moment she came, felt her pussy grip him so tightly he was worried she’d cut off his blood supply. It felt like she was trying to suck him inside of her, trying to consume him and he’d let her. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan, guttural and primal as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum inside of her, over and over. He felt like he'd never cum that much in his life.

They both lay there, panting and sweaty and he tried not to squash her as they came down from their highs. His lips found hers, the kiss tender, slow, loving. Her hand was on his cheek, soft and sweet and it made his chest feel tight. When he pulled away, she was radiant, glowing from the inside out as she blinked her pretty eyes at him.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she murmured and it made the tightness in his chest worse.

He couldn't fathom being something someone wanted, that someone would be lucky to have him. But he knew she meant it, down to her fucking bones and god if it didn’t feel good. If it didn't make him feel like he could do anything when she looked at him so lovingly. He felt like he could take on the world. He was the lucky one and he knew that, to have such a loving partner, now wife, to have someone with so much love inside of her, all to himself.

She’d raised herself, had been starved of love and basic human decency for most of her life and she’d turned out perfect. She’d raised herself and done it right and it made Simon feel like he could take on his own demons. If she could come out of the other side burning brighter than the sun, then so could he.

They would chase each other's demons away, make the shadows crawl back to wherever they came from. She lit him up from the inside out and it made him feel warm. Made him feel like he was actually living and not just existing. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies and he refused to part from her now he found her.

#simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x oc

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meowmeowchapel · 2 years ago

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the west wing, 20 hours in america, sentence starter meme.

You know the story about the guy whose cars gets stuck in a muddy hole. A farmer comes along and says he'll pull the car out of the mud but he's going to have to charge 50 bucks 'cause this is the tenth time he's had to pull it out of the mud today. The driver says, "God, when to you have time to plow your land, at night?" The farmer says, "No, no. Nighttimeis when I fill the whole with water."

Why aren't you there?

It's tough to explain.

[name] has trouble concealing his displeasure.

Stepped on it.

You seem pissed that I brought it up.

When somebody can give me an answer to that question, I'll let you know.

I am lightened up. This is me lightened up. You're saying lighter?

You want to lighten up a little?

Speaking of health and fitness...

I had half a grapefruit.

You think I'm lying?

You've been up the past two nights and I don't want a zombie.

Go to sleep.

I'm kidding. that was a joke. I kid because I love.

No kidding, it feels good out here.

You sure i'm not taking you away from something you need to be doing?

You have a second job?

This is fun. We're roughing it.

Remember some of that stuff I said, okay?

Yeah. Doesn't sound quite right, though, does it?

Just out of curiosity, what do you think would happen?

I'm not very easily impressed.

Yeah, you know what? Sue me.

It's a-a common mistake.

How did...? I don't understand.

What is this, a joke?!

Okay, this is a whole new thing now. My guys are going to need to walk this off a bit before they can regroup.

No, I'm sorry buddy. I know you're supposed to be sleeping today.

I don't know what it is you do in there.

Welcome to the club, partner. We got jackets.

You ever love so much it hurts? Like, physically hurts?

It's not intellect, it's memory. It's a different gift. A wonderful one. I've never had it.

I make fun of the French as much as anybody and I don't even know what that meant.

Elitist, feminist-- you can't do that to the English language.

Several of the men I've dated haven't yet gotten over their fear of frogs.

Option one is we make a joke out of it.

We make a joke out of it? What would we have to do to it to make...?

What's your specialty?

No, I mean I can't believe you're considering doing it.

I didn't know you were superstitious.

How long have we been talking about this now?

Okay, let's not tell anybody that.

Whatcha' doin' on the floor?

I'm sitting here listening, already I've turned to a life of crime.

And they're using Act V scene from Hamlet? Are these Batman villians?

300 IQ points between them-- they can't find their way home.

I swear to God, if [name] wasn't there, they'd have to buy a house.

I don't know. I'm a puzzle.

We'd rather people didn't exercise common sense but I agree with what you're saying.

You know I can hear you, right?

I'm in your corner.

You call me a liar to my face?

Well, I'm afraid we're at a classic impasse, [name].

You were strange the first time I met you, and you're strange now.

Hey, the first time you met me there was a good reason.

My powers of deduction are not to be mocked.

That come with tights and a cap?

I'm going to figure it out anyway. What I lack in memory, I more than make up for with exceptional powers of deductive reasoning.

By the way, my powers of ordering are a joke.

Ah, you pulled the switcheroo.

You are so heartbreakingly easy at the end of the day.

You deceived me.

You played upon my love for you.

I'm going to make fun of you while you do, okay?

Did you have other plans?

As a matter of fact, I did. I was planning a quiet night...

If you ask me, it's soft porn. No one needs to massage garlic oil into a leg of lamb that much, on top of which...

You know anything about chaos theory?

Let me get you home. I don't think you're going to make it.

Good writers borrow from other writers. Great writers steal from them outright.

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langernameohnebedeutung · 1 year ago

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Hi, I recently got into izombie (probably from you putting it on my dash) and figure you’re the right person for this question. While I love majority of the show, somewhere in the S3-4 range, it didn’t seem as good - not sure if the plots were weaker but the brain-effect on Liv seemed way stronger than before in a way that was less enjoyable to watch (and based on some fourth wall jokes, I’m guessing the network was neglecting them in S4?). On the other hand, I love both “good guy angsts about learning to bend morals without going too far” characters and “unrepentantly fun bad guys” so having both Major and Blaine(&company) in one show is amazing. I’ve finished S4 and it ended in a solid enough way to be a finale and I’ve heard that the end of S5 was bad so my question for you is… Is season five worth watching?

Heyo! :>

I love hearing that people watch izombie!! (especially if I play a role in that).

Hmm...my nuanced, honest opinion?

The issue of the brains becoming really dominant is a common criticism of season 4/the later episodes, so you're definitely not alone with that feeling (personally, I mostly dislike it in the way that we don't see how things actually affect Liv as our main-character for a lot of the times. But overall, I do like season 4 as the one where they were the most silly with their premise and had a little fun and we get some new dynamics, new characters, the whole Filmore Graves situation, Liv's whole Renegade gig, Ravi's part-time zombie thing, Blaine and Don E doing their silly little basement antics and also sad things like the Isobel arc - I won't lie, I had a good time with season 4 and it's definitely one I like to rewatch for the stand-alone episodes. I don't often rewatch a lot of season 5, it has to be said. But I generally tend to avoid finales. I am biased against final seasons).

And yeah, they had issues with the budget and management though I never really looked into the details. This is also something that can be felt in season 5 and the finale.

Season 3 has (I think?) a bit of a reputation as the weakest season of the show because it's kinda disrupted plotwise and some of the characterisation issues - so yeah, a lot of people share the sentiment.

When it comes to season 5: WELL. yeah. It's definitely not in the race for "best finale of all times". It's not going out with a bang, I'm honest (a lot of which is due to the budget issue, to be fair). BUT I also didn't hate it. There are some fun episodes, some answers to questions, some stuff is resolved.

If you want my honest opinion: If season 4 was a total drag for you to get through, season 5 (at least the first half) has a very similar tone. I don't think it's as over the top with the brains as they were e.g. with "Blue Bloody" (Liv on snobby old lady brain). But if you really don't want to relive that, I would also recommend you stop at the season 4 finale. With the season 4 finale, you're ending on a high note with all the characters being happy and successful and basically running Seattle.

If you want to know how the show really ends without investing a lot of time in season 5, I would recommend you watch "The Scratchmaker" (and perhaps "Death Moves Pretty Fast") and the finale and you will get the gist of it. On the other hand, another strategy might be to ignore the show-finale/over-arching plot and let the s4 finale be a spiritual finale for the show itself. That way, you can still enjoy some of the good season 5 episodes that are fun on their own, like the noir episode, the dancing episode etc. Those are pretty fun. I think most of the reason people say season 5 is bad is because of the finale and the plotlines that lead to it, not so much the per-week stuff.

Though, I admit I didn't hate season 5 It's by no means a work of art but honestly, izombie is not a show that I love particularly much for quality - I don't think it's some forgotten magnum opus - I mostly really love the characters and the ideas and dynamics. And I also still enjoyed those things in season 5.

As I said, first half of the season is close to season 4 in tone and style - then it reaches kind of a tipping point where you can tell it's taking the big steps towards the finish line. I think that's my biggest actual issue with that season. Because towards the end, they kind of rush it and introduce a lot of stuff in a really quick time. It's like - you should be resolving stuff now, not create more plotlines. I feel like the final 2 episodes should at least have been 3 but you can tell that this was also a budget issue.

Some of the strong points are that we get some resolution to older arcs, especially where Liv is concerned (I don't want to spoil). Peyton gets a bit more to do than in season 4 which I also liked though there are..................some more instances of a certain pattern of tropes I noticed they do with her character that once again happened in season 5. (Maybe I'll make a post about that one day but I don't want to be negative)

I think if you enjoyed Major and the whole Filmore Graves ethical quagmire in season 4, you will also enjoy him in season 5 because a lot is happening there. I do miss Chase a lot though. Don E gets a lot more character development and higher stakes in season 5 and we (and Blaine) get to meet his mother and learn more about him, which made me really happy. I really had a good time with Don E in that season. We even get a pre-Boat Party flashback with him and Blaine and Scott E.

As far as Blaine is concerned, a lot of people say that season 5 is his darkest, most evil season. It's a lot less "silly antics" compared to season 4 and a lot more "dude is really fucking losing it" and this is where a lot of fans say he really lost a lot of the compassion bonus he had with them. Though, personally I think it's all pretty on-brand and in character and there is a lot of call-back to his season 1 stuff. Also, having him narrate an episode was fun.

There are some new villains too, one character you already know from s4 becomes the main-baddie. And though while they don't replace Chase or Rita or Vaughn for me I did enjoy that character getting to go nuts a little.

#but yeah in short: if you want to end on a high note regarding everyone's storyline season 4 works #the actual show finale ends on more thoughtful tones #OR you can just watch the finale OR everything but the finale #depending on how invested you were in the murder of the week plots or the character dynamics - i don't think those were the issue #izombie #fandom

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hearts4golbach · 1 year ago

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Zombified. (Larry Johnson x Fem!Reader.)

part 6.

co-written by @cupid-isgone

The sleeping bag situation was fine for the night. We were all in the smallest room in the house without windows for the night, basically all cuddled up. It was nice and warm compared to the cold outside, and the cozy ness was a stark contrast to the literal hoards of zombies outside the house.

I was having trouble sleeping that night, for whatever reasons - well, most likely the stress, but still. I didn't want to wake anybody up tossing and turning, so I quietly slid out of my shared sleeping bag and made my way to the kitchen. Maybe, if we were lucky, there would be some running water.

I could hear somebody walking up behind me - my reflexes had to be sharp to look out for zombies, after all. I wasn't worried, though. The steps were too quiet and gentle to be a zombie.

Larry rolled his eyes and walked forward until he was only a foot or so away from me. Despite his attitude, he put his hand on my face and held my cheek gently. "Aw, c'mon, it's not that bad, is it, babe?" He teased.

It was too dark for him to see how red my face was, but the house was so quiet I could've sworn he could hear my heart racing. "Why'd you offer to share with Todd, anyway? This would be so much easier if you just stuck with me." He sighed, exasperated.

I smirked at that. "Oh? What, are you jealous I didn't wanna cuddle with you?" I raised my eyebrows teasingly.

"Ha, you wish." Larry snorts. He gently tugs me towards the makeshift bedroom. "Just come on, I'm tired. We need to have all our energy just in case another hoard comes in."

I sigh dramatically but comply nonetheless. Larry makes sure to drag me into his sleeping bag and hold me against his chest, resting his chin on my head. It's peaceful. For the first time since the apocalypse started, I felt safe and secure.

"if you said no, I'd have to throw your ass over my shoulder and take you up there myself." he held a goofy smile on his face. I closed my eyes and giggled quietly at him before gently pressing my lips against his. I leaned on the counter behind me. Larry took this as his opportunity to pin me there by pressing himself against me and resting his hands on the counter. our kiss remained soft, we weren't greedy. the little things matter in the zombie apocalypse, and there was a silent promise that we weren't going to rush this moment for us.

I pulled away to take a breath. "I'd like to see you try and throw me over your shoulder." I grinned, my eyes never leaving him or his lips.

"right." he said sarcastically.

"okay, whatever!" I exclaimed dramatically. "go to bed, Larry Johnson. get out of my sight."

"ohh, I see how it is." Larry rolls his eyes as he gives me a stupid grin. He steals a quick kiss and before I can even say anything, he grabs my hand and pulls me back towards the makeshift bedroom.

Not quite what I had said, but good enough. We got back up to the room and Larry, as expected, refused to let me go back in the sleeping bag with Todd.

"Fine, fine, but only because you'd probably cry or something if I said no," I teased him.

"Shut up and go to sleep." He held me close to his chest while his head rested on mine. "We have stuff to do in the morning."

me and larry scoped out the house for any useful supplies. sal and todd slept like rocks in the other room.

the house was freezing, my breath clouding in front of me. I shivered and hugged Larry's hoodie closer to my body. in one bed room, there was paper flung everywhere aswell as dirt and other trash items. it looked like it had been torn apart, like someone was trying to find something before they got to them.

"damn, who got their ass ate in here?" Larry snorted, kicking an old pizza box out of the way.

"obviously a fatty." I giggled, pointing out the pile of empty two liters that had be flung about the room.

"not nice." Larry said sarcastically. "You know, me personally I wouldn't be okay with someone calling me fat. I would fuck up a shit ton of 2 liters too."

"oh, shut the fuck up." I grinned.

on the desk sat a pistol in all of its glory. I almost let out a yelp of happiness.

"Holy shit!" Larry yelled, running over to the desk. I quickly nabbed it before he could take it. "hey!"

"you're not taking this, scally wag." I scolded in a western accent.

"shit, erm, you liberal sissy. fucking sissy boy." I corrected, slowly raising the gun to point at Larry. "pow pow!"

"ever heard anything about gun safety?" sal interrupted, leaning against the door frame with a sleepy Todd following close behind him.

"I don't know, man, sounds kinda gay to me." I switched my focus and checked to see if the gun was loaded. Just in case.

There were only five bullets, but that was better than nothing. "Hm. We'll have to be careful to only use this thing for emergencies. I don't know where we'll find any other ammo, since practically everything is looted," Sal said after I told him. "We're lucky we found this in the first place."

I nodded. "I can probably keep it in my bag, since yours is a bit ripped up, still," Larry offered.

"Yeah, right. I'm sure this is just a ploy to steal my weapon. It's almost like you don't trust me with a gun or something," I joked as I handed Larry the gun.

"yeah, that'd be sooo unreasonable."

I turned to Sal and Todd as Larry left to get his bag. "This area seems safe for now, but you never know. Should we stay hear for another couple nights to rest or keep moving?" I asked.

Sal glanced at the window before deciding. "We should keep moving."

"Alright, let me get Larry and we can leave as soon as we can." I could already tell the walk was going to be tiring. Whatever, at least I had Larry to mess with.

#ash campbell #larry johnson #sal fisher #sally face #fanfic #fanfiction #enemies to lovers #zombie apocolypse au #zombified #zombie apocalypse #zombies

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sugolara · 1 year ago

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Be aware

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

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A loud sigh of relief was heard when Denki laid on the couches that were out for display. His muscles relaxed against the soft cushions. He looked above to where the ceiling had small windows, letting in what little light it could. Thanks to the flashlight he had from previous survivors, they were able to watch their steps, but that couldn’t be said the same for Shoto as he had slipped on a pool of blood.

“Ew.” The scar male groaned out as he stood up, wiping the blood off his hands, “Seriously?”

Hearing the male had fallen, the red-head shined his light to him then down to the blood that had trailed off to the exit, “Whosoever blood that belonged to is most likely dead by now. Must’ve been a serious injury.”

“It feels…warm.” Shoto disgustingly said, the upper part of his jeans soaking in the blood. While he continued to wipe his hands the red-head shined his light towards him and at the sight of a rotter sneaking behind the scar male, he quickly shoved his friend away as he pulled out his gun. The shove caused for Shoto to fall back in the blood and whilst giving a glare to his friend, he sprung into action, stabbing the dead before the red-head could blast his gun, “You shouldn’t be using your gun. We haven't even cleared the place out.”

“It was coming after you and I had to think quickly.” He lowered his weapon, “If I hadn't seen it, that could've been the end for you.”

“Don't you have a knife or something that's not a gun?” Shoto asked and was left baffled when Eijiro shook his head, “I’m surprised that you and Denki are still alive.”

“Don’t I know it.” He sighed as they approached Denki, “We have thought about using silencers, but there hasn’t been luck in finding those.”

“Yes!” Izuku happily whispered as he found the section of headlamps and flashlights. He adjusted the headlamp around his head before turning to F/n and Katsuki as they took down a rotter. Though the two groaned as the light blinded them for a split second.

“Turn that shit off, Deku!” The blonde said as he shielded his eyes.

F/n did the same with head lowering, “Does it really need to be that bright?”

“Whoops.” Izuku let out a chuckle, flickering the small lever to turn down the light settings. When the light was dim to where the two didn't have to shield their eyes he grabbed a few more.

“You seem happy.” F/n said, grabbing the box of headlamp and opening its package.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He eyed the building, We got lucky in even finding this place. Who knows how much longer we would have lasted if we found a bit to keep us going.”

Katsuki let out a scoff, strapping the light around his forehead, “Look around, idiot. What makes you think this place is for us? All this shit wasn’t left behind for someone else to take it. There's probably someone in here that neither of us don’t know considering this place is fucking huge.”

She agreed with him, dismissing the way Izuku’s face fell, “We’re out in the open and sure we’ve got stuff covering us, but if there's someone else in here they might have set traps letting us know that this place is off limits.”

“Doesn't hurt to be optimistic.” The freckle male annoyingly said, “But, what if there is someone? What then?”

Though a look at her and he already knew the answer. “We take it. We didn't come this far just to have someone already claim it and be sent home empty handed. Sucks, but who cares.”

She then walked off to joining the others with both of them following behind. For Katsuki, his pace was slower as he stared at the back of her head. Despite all they’ve been through he had to admit that the things she did could be cruel. She may be selfish and even though she may never say it, she does it for the good of heart. He understood, really, but that doesn't make her less cold-hearted.

Then there was Izuku. He knows his childhood friend has good intentions, but sometimes, he wishes that he could just…stop clinging onto something that will never happen and will just be a dream. At times, it irritates him the way Izuku keeps holding on, but sometimes, Izuku is the hope that everyone truly needs.

“The hell happened to you?” The blonde eyed Shoto.

“I fell.” He said, looking down to his jeans while Izuku passed the headlamps around, “Did you guys see a clothing section?”

“Probably.” She shrugged, “But, we should secure the building before we get you a pair of jeans.”

“You say that like it’s an insult, but, really, I need one.” He looked at her to which she rolled her eyes. “Bloody clothes are the least of your problems when you’ve covered in other shit.”

“Not all of us want to smell or walk sound in other peoples blood.” He pointed out, “You may be fine with that, but I find it gross.”

Ignoring whatever they were doing, Denki looked at the others, “So, what's the plan? We take sections?”

“Sounds like a start.” Eijiro said, looking around at what the light touches, “There might be a breach somewhere so we want to be careful with that.”

“We can also mark the aisle we come across so we know we’ve been there.” Denki said as he held out a flagging tape.

“And if someone who interferes isn't us, then well know someone else is in here with us.” Izuku smiled, “Good thinking, Denki.”

“Surprised to hear that come out of your mouth.” Katsuki mumbled, earning a glare from the younger blonde. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means you're stupid.” He responded back.

While staring as they bickered, she had to agree with what the younger blonde offered. It's one she hadn't even thought about, but for them to not notice that if someone were indeed here, they were already listening in to everything. Heck, they’re probably already staring down at them and waiting for her group to act first. It was absolutely weird that no one else had decided to claim this place and those who did died.

From the looks of it, this warehouse was placed in a populated area of the town. Either someone was already inside or they’d soon arrive and used this place to store their goods. Still, F/n would have figured that someone would have at least set out traps to protect what's theirs instead of letting it be a free access. She held in her sigh, leaning against boxes of useless items as she looked towards the dark. Let’s see who would die first.

#katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku x reader #katsuki x you #midoriya x y/n #shoto x you #shoto x y/n #todoroki shoto x reader #izuku midoriya x reader

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