#I know the zombies said other stuff but I didn't hear them

[reikurusu]

Not those zombies in Good Omens going "Banana... Fish..." I swear to GOD!!!

[rinnyyyyyyyyy]

so tell me you love me.

wicked games - the weekend.

you and Carl get high, go into the woods and end up making out, one thing leads to another.

!tw - getting high, public sex & almost getting caught.

carl is 18 and so is reader.

..you were with Daryl, in the woods fucking around, scavenging..."the hells that?" you say, pointing at what looked like a house, you start walking towards it..until daryl grabs your shoulder and tells you to wait before getting in front of you with his crossbow ready to shoot at whatever. you get in side safely, and start rummaging through shit, until, you find some weed, you put it in your pocket. you didn't care wether Daryl saw or not, it's not like he would try to stop you. he knew you were a teenager and would still find one way or another to get your hands on it. "you find anything?" you ask, "....nah, nothin' good here..you?." ..you debated wether you should tell him what you found. "..nah. nothing good over here, either." .you two started walking back to Alexandria.

you were excited to finally be back, you missed your boyfriend, carl. and you genuinely couldn't wait to show him what you found in the woods, you were walking to his house. but on the way you seen his dad, "hey, rick, carl home?", rick looks at you "yeah. he should be there, you gonna go by?".."yeah.. I am" he nods and walks off, you get there and open the door, you start to head up to his room, you open the door and throw the pot on his bed.."you got paper, pookie?" you hear him laugh a bit at that. "well I do have some pretty thin paper? would that work?" he looks at you while holding some pretty thin paper "maybe, Its been awhile since I've done this. we could also use a can, all we need is a lighter but I got one." taking the paper and somehow managing to roll it.

"we should go to the woods, your dad could get here any minute, you know? besides, the house would start smelling." you look at him while licking the joint to make it stick together. "..yeah, sure. my dad would probably kill me if he found out we smoked inside anyway." you hum in response of that. you always thought rick would be more chill about that kinda stuff, considering you ARE in a zombie apocalypse. but once you started dating carl, that changed.

you two were in the woods sitting against a tree smoking away in silence. until carl breaks it. "you used to do this?" he said hitting the joint. "yeah, I used to take daryls cigarettes, until he found out." you laugh a little. "hey, carl." you say, "yeah?", you start to lean in him not noticing because of how high out of his mind he was, until you were right in front of him, both of your noses touching. you leaned in completely until your lips were touching, pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you. after a few seconds you pull back and say, "its still burning. give it here." you take it and turn it off. it hadn't even been a second after you turned it off, and he had you under him, pinned, legs entangled. his knee on top of your crotch area, you grunted when you felt his knee there. "carl!-" you moaned out, not meaning to. he laughed a little "what's wrong..? you were kissing all on me not too long ago." he said, pushing his knee down on him and leaning down to plant small kisses up and down on his neck, his hand running up the other males thigh and side. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it when he got like this.

after a few minutes of making out and taking off each others pants off you hear something..or was it someone?. carl stops and grabs his knife from his pants next to him not knowing who it was.

until he saw michonne. he threw the knife to the floor with his pants, and got on top of you again. "..wh-" "michonne, don't worry about it. she didn't see us." he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one of his hands, giving you a kiss.

"you ready, pretty boy?" as he spoke he was pulling down the waistband of your boxers waiting for you to reply. you gave him a simple nod, but he wanted to hear you. "use your words. I want to hear you." when he said that you took a deep breath. "yeah..im ready." when you said that he took your boxers off, and immediately pushed his middle finger in and started moving it in a circle motion. "Carl!- fuck!" you were whimpering out his name over and over just because of his finger. it made you feel unbelievably pathetic and desperate for his cock to be inside of you. "look at you..you look so pretty like this, baby." after he said that he pushed in a second finger and started stretching you out in a scissoring motion, truthfully, it hurts like a bitch, but it felt so good just because it was him. if it was anyone else you'd hate it.

after he finished stretching you out, he puts his thumb to your chin and taps it, "open, honey." so you do. and when you do he puts his ring and middle finger in, gently rubbing against the males tongue with his fingers. once he got enough spit on his fingers he put some on the males entrance while pulling his own boxers down with the other hand. releasing his hard cock. once he put some on your hole he put what was remaining on his tip and on the rest of him.

once he put the tip in he leaned down so he could kiss you, distracting you from the sting of his cock entering you. once he was halfway in he pulled away from you causing your moans to be louder. tears were starting to form in your eyes, from the sting. once he realized this he keeps going but speeds the process up a little.

"you're gonna be okay, it just hurts now but it'll feel better eventually, okay? just like the other times." he says wiping away any tears you had while you grasp onto leafs and sticks next to you. once he's fully in he looks at you for any sign that it's okay to move, "I'll start moving once you want me to, sound good?", you cant even bring your self to reply, considering what was inside of you at the moment. but once you felt like it was alright to move, you nodded. "you can.. you can start."

once he starts moving he starts off slow and gentle. him being settled on top your body, his hands at the side of your thighs, kissing and biting your collarbone. your hands scratching and clawing at his back, while your a moaning and whimpering mess. "cum with me, okay? be my good boy and cum with me." he says with little grunts here and there.

the slow and gentle pace didn't last long, he started being faster and rougher with you, your hands still scratching up his back because he's fucking into you so good that you can't think straight, you can't even make a sentence. all you can do is moan his name and be a perfect little stuttering mess for him.

as soon as you feel that familiar knot and uncomfortable feeling your back arches, and you grab onto his hair as if you're trying to tell him something, but it seems that's what it took to make him go over the edge. almost as soon as he came inside of you, you came on his stomach.

on your way back to Alexandria, you see Rick. waiting for you at the gates.

[brokeaesthetic]

Please yall Please 🙏🏾 retire the freaky fics for a day and put some serious thought towards a mini series. I can't take the freaky onshots anymoreeee Please feed me some real food. I can't take it anymore. Like I love what yall are doing, but when I go for my daily dose of fan fics i want a lil more yk( Not saying people aren't writing sfw and fluff they are, i just see that there's a lot more smut, Not saying I avoid smut or hate it but sometimes I just want more substance, Ive been feeling like fan fiction has been oversaturated with smut the past couple years but didn't want to say anything). I am so thankful for the 2 sevika series I'm reading rn. Forgot the titles, but one is about a zombie apocalypse, and the other is kind of a slow burn, but one of the readers' legs is kind of messed up. " Why don't you write some yourself?" If you scroll down, you'll see. I've said this before, but heres the updated reason.. I write like shit, I would probably drop it after like 3 chapters, and I learned the hard way that I'm more for reader than a writer. I'm sure if I locked in, I could really do something, but I'm in Uni😔 so im locking in on these classes. I'm just begging you all to hear me out real quick

Here are 2 ideas

• Vi isn't just looking for powder after she gets out of prison but reader/oc ( Either they were dating before she got arrested or They had a complicated relationship maybe with feelings they couldn't explain, but they were close, you know something along those lines.) There's so much you can do with that and make it a series and even continue it into the second season. ( The relationship is rocky at first because they're both super traumatized, but they still love each other to a certain extent, so they kinda make it work. Then because they're traumatized. They keep making mistakes, yk the typical stuff keeps working, then not working. But Caitlyn isn't completely discarded, they also have a complicated relationship it doesn't have to be romantic, but it's a little interesting. But reader isn't a big fan of their relationship at all because Caitlyn is an inforcer ( Let's say reader also lost her parents to enforcers.) So she's having a really hard time with Caitlyn and vi's relationship. But it's not giving she's playing both of them, or she's dating both of them. Basically, everything is so complicated. But you can tell the reader and vi are gonna end up together at the end.

• This one kind of takes from the story of my oc x sevika story ( but I don't really give a shit I'm not writing about it anytime soon) Basically before all that bs happened with sevika losing her arm she had a fwb/fling/situationship going on, and it was kind of getting a little serious between them. But all the stress of the enforcers coming down ( We all watched the same show there's no need to explain) While all that is happening, they begin to slowly distance themselves from each other because of stress or whatever but then sevika loses her arm, and reader is all like "omg bae your arm why didn't you let me know, You could have died and I would have never known." And sevika is all like " Why should I have told you? I don't need your pity or anything. I would have let you know if I felt like you needed to know." And reader is all like "wtf is with this attitude, You know, you should have told me. I would have been there for you. What's going on right now?" ( By the way, reader isn't just some push over, she's a little sassy ( I love sassy reader so much) So she usually doesn't let savika talk to her any type of way) the story's basically building up trust with any other exploring a relationship and going through the events of season one together, and maybe even season 2.

That's all the ideas I have for right now.But you can't tell me that wasn't fire. If you thought it was fire and you wanna see what you could do with it, Tag me or talk about it with me, I would love to expand on everything.

Just feed me something other than smut fics(ngl ive been eating them but im just tired of it and want something new💀), and please, if you could be let it be a series IM BEGGING 😔😢😢

Sorry for any grammar mistakes

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ/ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Resurrections? Zombie stuff, eye popping out, reader is a bit oblivious, mean astarion, a bit of angst.

A/N: I always wanted to do something with Corpse Bride since I love that movie.

Masterlist

Astarion was out in the woods, he had finished feeding, but he didn't want to go back to the camp just yet. He wanted to enjoy the night, specially the full moon, it looked beautiful. As he walked around the forest, he thought about doing something fun, like repeat some vows he'd heard a while back. It was probably silly, but why not is not like on one will hear them. So there he was, repeating those vows in the most dramatic way possible, it sounded like a poem. He didn't forget a word, he said them perfectly, he sounded almost as if he was actually telling them to somebody.

Afterwards, he thought about heading back, but before he could leave. He felt something grab his ankle. It felt like a hand, looking down, he literally saw a blue hand gripping tightly onto his ankle. He tried to get the hand off him, but the grip was strong, after struggling a bit, he managed to get away. Except the hand was still attached to his ankle, he removed the now arm throwing it away. Then he saw how the ground began to move, instead of running, he only watched as the dirt began to move around. Then he saw a head, covered with a veil pop out, followed by their other hand which helped them dig themselves out. All he could do was watch, almost in horror.

The figure was finally out, it was a woman. Dressed in what a bride would wear, except her white dress is covered in dirt and roots, along the vain. She then removed the vail away from her face, revealing herself. Her skin was a light blue, a bit of her left cheek was missing, her eyes were those grey-bluish color, her lips a pinkish color. Her hair was also blue, but a much darker tone. Her skin still seemed to be intact, she hasn't completely decompose, but she was beginning to do so slowly. her sclera was yellow and decorated with red veins. The left side of her ribs had a chunk missing, as if she was stabbed. She seemed to have been murdered not that long ago. The woman looked at him dead in the eyes and she gave him smile. "I do." She whispered back to him.

Next thing he knew, you began to follow him around. He tried to explain to you that it was merely him just jesting and he didn't expect you to take his words seriously. But you didn't seem to care, you were just happy to have a husband like you've always wanted. The next day Astarion told everyone in the camp what had happed, they were surprised that you, a living corpse was technically alive but not really. Tav didn't seem to mind you tagging along, as log as you didn't put youself and others in danger, if they didn't have an issue, neither did the others.

You were attached to Astarion, who you'd refer to him as your husband. He'd nag at you that he wasn't, but he did not care, you'd still call him your husband and tell others that he was the now love of your life. He grew tired of it and just played along with it. He wouldn't call you his wife, only by your name. You didn't mind at all. You tried getting to know him, what his interests were along with his back story. You were very curious about your now husband, you wanted to learn almost everything about him. Besides that, people found it a bit odd that you, a corpse was walking around dressed as a bride, telling everyone about your husband.

That night the party was at an inn, after helping the small village with something. Astarion wanted to leave the room, maybe find someone to bed. But there was a problem, you. He needed to come up with some excuse, so he did. He said that he was going out for a walk, you thought about joining but he told you that he wanted you to stay in the inn because he had a surprise for you, so without hesitation in staying in the room. After you made yourself comfortable, he left. To find someone to have a bit of fun with. He did, he found a woman, who seemed to be also looking for the same thing as him.

It was while, he had completely forgot about you in the inn. He was focused on getting the woman to fall for his charm. He was too into it that he didn't notice you coming right behind him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, I was wanted to see if-" you stopped mid sentence. You saw how Astarion and the woman got a bit close to one another. It was awkward. You then grabbed his arm and pulled him close to you. "Darling, who is this?" you asked him, looking at the woman. The woman was shocked at what she was seeing. "Who is she?" she asked Astarion who was silent. "I'm his wife." You stated to her. "She is?" The woman said, then Astarion spoke. "Wait you don't understand, she's dead." He said, taking your boney hand and giving it a shake, making your bones rattling. You then removed your hand from his grip and glared at him.

Back in the room, you were not happy and it was obvious. "You lied to me! Just so that you could go and find comfort in some woman!" You accused him, crossing your arms over your chest upset. "Come on, did you really think that you were the only one?" he said smugly. "Yes! You're married to me! You shouldn't be looking for another woman!" You then began to cry into your hands. Actual tears or what could be considered tears were flooding from your eyes. "I thought, this was going so well." You sobbed, then out of nowhere your right eye had popped out of your socket, making it roll across the room. You didn't seem to care about that at the moment. Astarion then picked it up and gave it a small clean before handing it back to you. "Look, I'm sorry, but this just can't work." He said honestly. "Why not?" You asked, taking your eye back. "Its my eye isn't it?" you asked again, while putting your eye back in your socket.

"No, your eye is... lovely." He said a bit awkwardly. "Is.. in a different circumstances, well. Who knows, we're just to different. You're dead." he argued. "But so are you." You said in tears, you went silent, then added. "Y-You should have thought about that before you asked me to marry you." You stated to him. "Why can't you understand, it was a mistake. I would never marry you." He finished with an annoyed tone. Your eyes widen by his confession, this made your non beating heart break, you sighed. Walking out of the room to leave. Astarion watched you leave, sadden by how he talked to you. He couldn't help but feel guilty now. Was he really feeling guilt? That's new, he felt awful now. You didn't do anything wrong, you were vulnerable and innocent. You'd never hurt a fly or anyone. He felt like an idiot. He needed to apologize to you, but first he wanted to give you your space to try and figure out on how to apologize. Something he's never done in two hundred years.

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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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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.

[sugolara]

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. 

[littlelalu]

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.

[dobithequack]

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! 🌼

[the-cult-of-riley]

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.

[meowmeowchapel]

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.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

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.

[hearts4golbach]

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."

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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.

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

ᴅᴇᴊᴀ ʙʟᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʙɪᴍʙᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴘʀᴀɢᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʙɪᴍʙᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader is obliviously nice, mentions of zombies, killing zombies, some team mate discrimination?, Prager being nice to reader.

A/N: Idk if anyone knows or has played with game, I wanted to write something involving reader being like Juliet. Ik it's short but meh I couldn't think much to add.

Masterlist

When the team had heard of a new team member joining them, when they saw you, they thought it was a joke. You were probably some daddy's girl who wanted to play military and got what you wanted. They did not take you seriously at all. You were nice to everyone you came across, others weren't as nice to you. They often tease you for being a bimbo, but you didn't seen to mind since you've been called worse before.

Not only that but you hated being in the base, you wanted to go with your team out in the forest and stuff, but you were always stuck doing paper work. It was boring, sometimes you wish you stayed on earth killing zombies instead of doing office work. After you finished your work, you'd be making paper airplanes or just draw with your pink glitter pen. You also hated hearing the people around you saying how you must be an easy lay or betting on who can get you to sleep with them. Sometimes you regretted accepting this job.

Even your team treated you as if you were a dumb child, who needed supervision. Majority of the time you'd be on your own doing your own thing, your team never seemed to invite you to do stuff. When you'd ask if they wanted to do something with you, they'd always tell you that maybe next time, but there was never a next time. You understood that they didn't want to hang out with someone like you, but that's okay.

That day was just a regular day on the base, you were in the recom's breakroom sitting by yourself while the others did there thing. They'd come in and out, you'd say your good morning but they didn't, how rude of them. You were busy painting your nails a bubble gum pink then you heard someone approach you.

"Hello" you looked up and saw that it was Prager, you looked behind you then back at him. "You're talking to me?" you pointed at yourself, he nodded. "I don't see anyone else here but you" he said with a smile, making you laugh a bit. "Sorry, no one really talks to me unless for work purposes" you mentioned. "How have you been? Sit down" you offered, Prager sat down on a chair next to you. "I've been fine, these last few days were okay... how about you?" he asked. "Oh just the regular. Being stuck in here and filling out paper work, it's boring." You pouted.

It went quiet for a moment, but Prager talked again. "I'm sorry about them..." he said, looking down at his feet. "Don't be sorry, if they didn't want me in the team then they should complain to the people who hired me." You said with a smile. "I know but, regardless you're part of the team and we should treat you as such." He commented shyly. You couldn't help but think how cute he was. "It's fine, don't worry about it" you mentioned kindly. "Ya know what, we should be friends" you said, making Prager look at you. "I-I'd like that" he said almost shyly. You smiled widely then reached into the pocket of your skirt. "Here is a little something, I know it isn't big, but I hope you like it." You got his big blue hand and placed a lollipop on his palm. He looked at it for a moment then smiled at you. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He commented.

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[epicfranb]

Here are my reactions to Bdubs's first Secret Life episode!

EPISODE STARTS WITH ETHUBS GREAT START I'M LOVING THIS ALREADY 👏👏👏

Bdubs really digs his mine ONE BLOCK AWAY FROM ETHO'S 😭😭😭 I'm telling you this man is NOT OKAY

This is like them pissing together except mining 1 block apart from each other (cuz they're not gay)

"You can't even tell your best friend" you mean yourself? "You can't even tell me" yup.

"I really wanna tell you really bad" I'M TELLING YOU THIS IS THE PERFECT START.

LIZZIE IS BACK NOW I ACTUALLY FEEL THE HYPE HELLOOOOO!!!!

Mesa on the map 👀

Bdubs feels so bad about killing horses god bless his pure soul 😭😭

Oh so they can't regenerate AT ALL once they lose their hearts they are GONE. No potions no gapples nothing

YOU CAN GIFT HEARTS??? this is huge

"My boy Bdubs" Etho is also not okay

Bdubs in Last Life gives Etho a shield bc Etho forgets them all the time... This season Etho remembers the shields first and then makes Bdubs one.... And they giggle so sweetly :( I HATE THEM...

And now they're reminiscing about good old times. Great

MUMBO IS ALSO IN IT???? How many people do we have this time?! Is Ren in this one?

They didn't play on 1.18 generation in LimLife where everyone died left and right but they DO play it on the season where you can't regenerate hearts. Awesome decision making

Paused on this bit and just want to say. Team STEM

Aww Mumbo Pearl and Bdubs neighbors? :O :D

That was just three nicknames in a row with no pause in between. Skizz comes in saying "Pearlie-Pop! :D" Pearl goes "Skizzlie!! :D" and Bdubs instantly goes "Hey Skizzie!!!" They are so silly and whimsical

Bdubs: Hey Skizz i have words of affirmation for you

Skizz: That's so last season 🙄

Bdubs: *collects Cleo's wheat* nothing to see here! Just borrowing some stuff! 🥰

Cleo: Oh that's fine , they're not mine, they're Lizzie's :D

Bdubs: OH SHOOT*glues the sugar cane back on*

I see this man has his priorities straight 😭😭

THEY GET OP REWARDS FOR COMPLETING SECRET TASKS???

BDUBS REALLY SUGGESTED HIM MUMBO AND PEARL BE CALLED AXIS THANK GOODNESS CLEO WS THERE

So Bdubs is now sort of in a team with Mumbo and Pearl. The question is though: will be be undyingly loyal to them 🤔

The rock thing with the rewards is so watcher-core you just know the watcher fandom will eat well this season LMAO

Cleo: Hey Bdubs where's your boyfriend?

Bdubs: Etho is...

That's it. I'm done. This season has peaked. I don't even know what to say anymore. I'm quitting. My career is over. I don't have anything else to do or say I'm done.

I CAN'T BELIEVE BDUBS ANSWERED BEFORE FULLY PROCESSING WHAT CLEO SAID. HIS BRAIN JUST WENT "My boyfriend? Oh yeah that's Etho" i actually flat out CANNOT believe it's only the first episode and is already gayer than Last Life 😭😭😭

Riding a camel wearing a helmet (against the rules) holding tnt like a slut he is

I wonder if the admins themselves assign everyone their tasks. Whether that's the case or not, it's VERY ironic that Bdubs, a master builder, gets a task to build the ugliest house known to man and people end up looking at it and going "what a creative idea!" and decide to make it there gimmick as well.

ETHO'S TASK IS TO GET EVERYONE TO SLEEP AT NIGHT?! THAT'S CRUEL MAN i can't wait to hear him whine and whimper about it in his video

Joel wants to build a mound as well? 👀 Bdubs and Joel alliance? 👀

THE MOLES. GREAT

Mumbo's "tell a bunch of puns" and Etho's "get everyone to sleep at once" you can clearly see who is watchers' favorite etc etc

Scar threatens to burn down Jimmy's house againSJJDKDKDKFJJDJ

Skizz: *hears Bdubs's secret* i do that without a task xD

Skizz: we're all pretty old, maybe our island is called Heart Problems 😭😭 he says out of nowhere

Can't believe Tango and Skizz lit up their island and get attacked by 2 baby zombies, a creeper, a witch and a Trident drowned 😭😭😭

[acidh2otoby]

Mini Redfield, Part 2

Chris Redfield & OC!Son

Now we get to the good stuff.

Warnings: Violence, death, B.O.W.s, basically the first half of RE3Make

Part 1

September 28, 1998 - 8:05pm. Evan and Jill were sleeping, Evan was curled up in his bed and Jill was resting on her desk. Jill was having a nightmare about her turning into a zombie in her bathroom, knowing Evan was on the other side of the door. She woke up in a panic before sighing and trying to calm down.

"Fucking hell... Gets worse every night." Jill muttered to herself, getting up from her chair.

She turned to see Evan still sound asleep, curled into a tight ball. Jill smiled a little before heading to the bathroom, the sink was running and she was going to turn it off. When she got into the bathroom, she checked over herself for anything abnormal. Nothing. She looked fine. She turned off the sink and left the bathroom.

The phone started ringing, Jill walked towards her bedroom again to answer it. "Who could that be?" She asked herself, hearing Evan shuffle on the bed.

Evan yawned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up in the bed as Jill rounded the corner. He got up to grab a drink as Jill answered the phone.

"Hello?" Jill answered, beginning a small pace on her room. "Brad? Is that you?" Jill asked after hearing the response, causing Evan to go back in the room. He glanced out the window and saw a light hue of orange, he looked out the window to see fire.

"What are you talking about?" Jill asked, Brad must've not been giving her much information. "Alright. Let me grab my-- Ah!" Jill yelled in shock and slight pain when the wall closest to her caved in due to something punching it.

Evan ran towards the front door and waited for Jill there. A tall monster came in from the caved in wall, walking towards Jill. A gun was laying on the ground close to Jill, she grabbed it just before the monster kicked her in the stomach, pushing her back completely against a wall.

Jill took a second to try and recover before aiming her gun at the monster's head and shoot a couple of times. The monster picked Jill up and held her in the air as she continued to shoot at it before it slammed her on the ground, she stood up and dodged a punch before running towards her front door, opening it and slamming it shut before her and Evan ran down the hall.

"What is that thing?!" Evan asked, terrified of what he just saw.

"I don't know. Just keep running." Jill said, not looking back.

Jill heard the wall cave in and something being ripped apart, she glanced back to see the monster about to throw a concrete slab at the two. She grabbed Evan and ducked, running into a room since the exit was now blocked off. She set Evan down and moved a bookshelf in front of the door, hoping that'd slow it down.

"Gotta get outta here." Jill muttered as she turned and ran to an open window, Evan following her.

They went through the window and saw the building next to them have an explosion. "What the hell?" Jill muttered, running down the stairs a little to see people stuck in her apartment and the one next to hers. "No way!" She muttered before snapping out of it and entering the next floor window, Evan following her again.

They thought they were in the clear before the monster crashed through the ceiling and knocking the two backwards, it made a motion to attack them and they both dodged. Jill went towards where an exit would be and Evan was still stuck on the other side.

"Evan, run! Get the hell outta here!" Jill yelled, avoiding the monster attacking her more.

Evan did as told and ran back up the stairs to find a different exit. He found that the first exit that was blocked off by the concrete slab had a small crawl space, so Evan carefully but quickly crawled through it. The ladder to his escape was still up so Evan kicked at it until it fell, allowing him to climb down the ladder to the safety of the ground.

The end of the ladder didn't meet the ground but the drop wasn't terribly high, it was as if falling from the monkey bars at the park. Evan hung on to the last bar before letting go, he landed on the ground hard and fell over a little. His ankle started hurting a little but it looked fine so Evan assumed he just twisted it.

He got up and ran out of the alley and to the street where people were screaming and running in all directions. Evan glanced around to see if Jill was around but couldn't find him, he felt helpless until...

"Evan!" A familiar voice yelled, Evan turned around to see Brad running up to him.

"Brad!" Evan yelled, limping his way to him.

"Are you okay?" Brad asked, kneeling in front of Evan once he got close enough.

"Yeah, I just twisted my ankle." Evan explained, glancing at his injured foot.

"Okay, where's Jill?" Brad asked, knowing Chris wasn't around.

"She's still in the building I think." Evan said, looking at the apartment.

Brad stood up and went to the other side of the alley and saw Jill using the wall for support.

"Jill! Over here!" Brad called out, stopping in the street, Evan following behind him.

"Brad! Evan!" Jill said, a hint of surprise in her voice. She pushed herself off the wall and walked up to Brad and Evan.

"You okay?" Brad asked as Jill got closer to them.

"What was that thing?" Jill asked, panting a little.

"Damned if I know. But right now, it's got a hard-on for the only two S.T.A.R.S. left in town: you and me. I'm not stickin' around. Just look around you. The longer we wait, the more screwed we are." Brad explained, beginning to walk on ahead on the street, going the opposite way most people were going.

"How did this all happen so fast?" Jill asked, following Brad, Evan followed behind her.

"I dunno. But one fucked-up thing always leads to another. It's like Arklay on steroids." Brad said, not seeming to care that only two of the three understood what that meant.

Jill glanced down at Evan, seeing that he was limping a little. She sighed, feeling guilty that Evan has to go through this nightmare. The sound of helicopters ripped her from her thoughts as she looked up to see rescue helicopters fly above them.

"Hey! Hey, wait! Down here! Ah, goddammit..." Brad yelled, chasing after the helicopters until a fence blocked hit path.

Jill and Evan ran after him, trying to keep up with him. "We've got to be dreaming. How could this many people be infected?" Jill asked herself, slowing down once she saw Brad. She looked up again to see zombies climbing the fence. "Brad! Here they come!"

Brad turned around and saw the hoard as well, he stepped back before looking for a hiding spot, seeing an empty bar. "In here!" Brad yelled, motioning for the other two to follow him.

Evan ran into the bar as Jill stayed behind a second and muttered something, Brad held the door open for Jill as she ran into the bar. Brad threw a sign at the hoard before entering and slamming the door shut, Brad and Jill held the door shut as Evan stared at them.

"Door behind you! Go!" Brad yelled, seeing a back exit door.

Evan ran out the door without a second thought, he waited patiently and quietly in the alley as he waited for the others. A few seconds passed before Jill ran out the door and shut it, Brad wasn't behind her.

"I'm sorry, Brad..." Jill muttered to herself, not aware that Evan was standing right in front of her.

"What happened to him?" Evan asked, feeling a little numb.

"They got him. We have to go." Jill said, she sounded sad but continued down the alley. She knelt down and grabbed a dead cop's gun. "Sorry." She muttered to the corpse before checking the bullets and cocking the gun again.

The zombies broke down the back door, alerting both Jill and Evan. Jill looked down at Evan before signalling to make a run for it. They ran down the sidewalk before a sign from a building fell in front of them, Evan crawled under it first, Jill followed. They entered a small fenced off area that was still outside when a helicopter flew above them.

"You two down there! Get to the parking garage roof!" A man from the helicopter yelled, seeing Jill and Evan.

"Parking garage. Got it." Jill muttered, entering the building. A man was standing in the building, Jill noticed he was a human and not a zombie. "Sir, are you alright?" Jill asked, startling the man.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" The man warned, running away to go somewhere else.

"Hey, come on. There's a helicopter waiting to take you to safety." Jill said, Evan caught on that she was probably gonna try and save or help as many people as she could.

"What 'safety'? I'm not going out there!" The man yelled, crawling into a metal bunker.

"The parking garage isn't far. I can take you there." Jill said, she was slightly cut off at the end.

"The only safe place is in here!" The man yelled before slamming the metal door shut.

Evan and Jill shook their heads before exiting the building through a different door. A fence had fallen over but left enough space to crawl under, Evan went first again, Jill followed closely behind. A zombie pushed against the fence, trying to bite Jill. She yelled a little in surprise before hurrily crawling out of the space.

Jill made a run to the elevator, just as she was about to press the button when the door opened and out came two zombies. One managed to grab Jill but she pushed it off of her before it could bite her. Jill distracted the zombies enough where they could run past them, but one zombie tried to get into the elevator with them. Jill kicked it away so the elevator door could close before pressing the top button on the wall.

"Come on." Jill muttered, as she leaned down, using her legs as support so she could catch her breath.

The elevator got to the top floor and the two stepped out, just in time for the helicopter from before to fly in front of them.

"Hey! Down here!" Jill called out, waving her hand in the air to signal them.

The helicopter flew to an opening part on the roof. "Hey, get in!" The man from before yelled, lowering a ladder that the two could climb on.

Evan and Jill ran towards the helicopter before the propeller in the back exploded. The helicopter spun out of control before crashing really close to the two, causing them to fall backwards. Jill made sure Evan was okay before they got up and tried to run away, Jill stopped and gasped when she saw that monster from before walking towards them.

Jill glanced around before opening a car door close to her and moving someone's corpse out of the driver's seat. "Sorry..." Jill muttered, allowing Evan to crawl to the passenger side before she got in the driver's side.

She turned the key but the car didn't start, she glanced up at the monster who was closer now. "Oh, come on." Jill muttered, turning the key again but the engine failed to start again. "Start, dammit!" Jill said in frustration, turning the key once more, the engine started this time. "It's my turn, bitch!"

Jill put the car in drive and crashed right into the monster, it held on and even broke the front window and grabbed Jill by the neck, choking her. Jill didn't let off the gas and even started pressing the pedal down further, hoping that eventually something would happen.

Shortly after, the monster and the car flew off the top of the building. Jill and Evan screamed before the car landed on top of the monster and bounced off. Evan was knocked on conscious and Jill became winded due to impact.

Jill coughed a little before grabbing Evan, seeing that the monster was still alive, and began crawling out of the car. Jill stood up and tried to run but the cat exploded, causing Jill to fall to the ground again. She held on to Evan tight as the monster approached the two, she started trying to wake Evan up but nothing was working. Jill closed her eyes tight, expecting death, when she heard...

"Hey, fuck-face!" A man yelled, causing the monster to look in the man's direction.

Whoever it was shot a rocket launcher at the monster, it caught it and threw it away. The man fired the rocket launcher again while the monster was distracted, the rocket hit it and it fell to the ground. The man got off of the hood of a car and dropped the rocket launcher, heading for Jill and Evan.

"Hey, easy lady... I got ya." The man said, helping Jill stand.

"Who are you? What are you do--" Jill asked, she was cut off by a slight pain in her side as the man helped her keep her balance.

"Name's Carlos and I'm saving you! C'mon, let's get you two someplace safe." Carlos said, helping Jill walk... or, run, away from the area and to wherever safe place he knew about.