#I was gunna draw Edge crossing him arms too but decided against it so that’s why his pose looks a little awkward lol

[capricioussun]

Gold and Edge! They have a strange relationship in my mind, with Gold both seeing Edge as a younger brother whilst feeling sort of jealous/resentful of him, and Edge seeing Gold more as an estranged cousin perhaps, but comes to respect him. For the most part.

[echos-newlegs]

would you be able to do 12 from the prompt list with Hunter, preferably smut?

You Help Me Calm

Heck yeah 😳 you didn’t give pronouns and I feel bad assuming even though half the users are she/her, so it’s gunna be a teeny vague— so NB reader

Hunter x Reader: “Your lips are so soft, I could kiss them all day.”

Warnings: smut, little vague, hunter receiving, touch starved reader and hunter

You dug through some scrap metal, a pair of headphones covering your ears as you listened to music. It helped you concentrate, but you couldn’t listen to it on the radio, or even too loud for that matter. Or else Hunter would complain. That or you would just feel bad, because who likes overstimulating your sergeant?

You were humming softly as you worked on patching up some of the damaged panels on the ship. You guys didn’t realize have a choice of a new ship, so they were all thankful for your ability to rewatch things.

Hunter was on a run for supplies that you requested. He wasn’t really sure was he expected to see, but he didn’t expect you to be swaying your hips and murmuring the lyrics to the song playing into your ears. He could hear it, it was nice. It wasn’t something he would typically listen to, but he did enjoy it. Quite frankly.

He watched you for a moment. He loved how relaxed and yet so concentrated you were. Watching as you flicked the welding helmet down over your face and began welding the scrap metal to the side of the ship. Chewing on his bottom lip. He could watch you for hours honestly. You just had this calming effect over him. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you were just a calm, relaxing individual. Or the fact that he had genuine feelings for you. Which the both of you knew about since he admitted to it while drugged up on meds after being shot. You hadn’t confronted him over it since the incident though. You weren’t sure how.

You turned to head over to the box and grab a few more pieces of scrap metal. Removing the helmet so you could see. Setting it to the side. Smiling up to hunter when you caught a glance of him. Though after you realized it. You froze.

You ripped the headphones from your ears, letting them drape around your ears. Skin turning red as you looked up to the Sergeant. “How long have you been standing there?” He chuckled. Approaching you further. Handing over the box of supplies. “Long enough,” He hummed and you smiled sheepishly. “Uh-huh, alright,” You spoke, rocking onto your heels. Then backing up and turning to set the box of supplies down. “Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working for nearly three hours.” He told you, and you sighed. “Alright, fine.” “that was easy,” He chuckled, and you shoved him a bit with a grin. “You can convince me to do about anything and you know it.” You giggled and he shrugged.

the two of you boarded the Marauder, everyone else was out and about. Running around town or at the local cantina looking for a date for the night. You were too focused on work, and Hunter? Well you weren't sure.

You sighed as you plopped yourself in a chair. Hunter taking seat near you. "So why aren't you at the cantina or something? Scared Cross is gunna get laid before you?" You teased and he rolled his eyes a bit with a chuckle. "Hmm, no, I just don't wanna. Plus I figured I'd get in some alone time with you."

You could tell he regretted his words by the way his nose scrunched. "Oh?" You spoke, intrigued. "What do you mean by that." A small smirk finding its way to your lips.

His eyes darted around, looking for an escape. But there wasn't one. "Well.." he shifted a bit, then looked back to you. "I just figured we could.. talk?" He had been in a sensitive mood lately, so this was new. He must be feeling better. His stimulations died down a bit. Which really did give you ideas.

"Alright, what do you wanna talk about, Hunter." You questioned raising a brow. Watching as his eyes scanned over your face as you leaned forward a tad. "Hm.." he hummed, then blinked and shook his head. "Well, I wanted to ask you something, more so."

You grinned, and tilted your head. "Yeah? Is it about that night in the med bay?" You joked, halfly.

His tanned skin turned a bit red, and he nodded a little. "Yes, actually." You raised your brows slightly. Shocked he wanted to talk about it. "Okay, alright.." you hummed. Licking your lips. "What about it?"

"Do you remember what I said?" He asked, and you nodded. Glancing down with a small smile. " 'Oh, y/n.. have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Or stars.. I just wanna kiss you so bad, feel your skin, hold you.' " you imitated his voice with a goofy look.

You broke into a small giggle when he glared and folded his arms. "I did NOT say that," "oh, but you did." He huffed, and then sighed. "Okay, maybe I did, BUT, I didn't sound like that." You shrugged your shoulders with a titter.

He sighed once more and rubbed his chin. "I just wanted to know if you felt the same way?" He asked and you licked your lips. Then pulled your bottom lip in to rest between your teeth. Watching as his gaze watched the movement. "For a guy with overestimated senses you sure ask some dumb questions."

He looked at you with shocked eyes, and he smiled. Hope written on his face. You thought it was adorable, really.

"Yes, I feel the same." You spoke with a smile. Watching and his eyes softened. His whole body softened. "Especially the kiss part," you spoke with a sly grin, and he smirked. Cocking a brow. "Really?"

You sighed, standing, and soon he did too. "Yes, Hunter, don't make me repeat myself." He stepped closer, and you stepped closer as well. Holding your hands over his shoulders. Giving him a questioning look, and he nodded.

You pressed your skin against his blacks. Watching as he tensed and then relaxed. His hands reluctantly coming to your waist. "Can I kiss you then?" You hummed, leaning in closer. "Nah, just decided I'd toy with you." You spoke and saw his expression begin to fall. "I'm kidding, yes, please."

He didn't leave time for you to change your mind. Moving in to press his lips to your. You wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands explored your body.

The kiss was soft, and heated all at once. Hands running to his hair which made him grunt in response. You always loved his hair.

He pulled back, the two of you huffing and panting. "Can we take it?" He motioned towards the bunks with his head, and you nodded. "Thought you'd never ask." You teased, yelping when he grabbed you by your ass. Lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Letting out a small giggle as he began kissing your neck, and then lips coming back to meet your own. "You're so perfect," he praised as he walked the two of you to the bed. "So kriffing perfect." He spoke. Voice lowering with each passing second it seemed.

He laid you down and you let your eyes fall shut as he climbed on top of you and began kissing on your neck. You didn’t move the others shirt. Worried that the skin on skin contact initiated by you would cause the other to overstimulate. You loved, but also hated how the other could do so, so easily.

He noticed your hesitance. Still working on kissing your neck. Though this time he brought your hand and slid it under his shirt. You took the invite with pride. Letting your hand slide up. Listening to the small whine he let out with amusement. Locking your legs around his waist. Then tugging his shirt up.

He shredded his shirt off, you doing the same. Allowing him more access to your body. Lips traveling down to your collar bone. Beginning to suck and scrape his teeth. “Hunter..” You mewled. His hands moving over your stomach. You could tell the way you said his name had him riled up even more than before. “Hunter, I want..” You panted, catching his attention.

“What do you want, Cyar’ika?” He purred against your ear as he leant up. “I wanna make you feel good,” You whined, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. The others would be out for a while, so the two of you would have the time for it. Not only the events itself, but the fact that it would take hunter a while to recharge. So to speak.

He looked you over, fingers running up to brush against your nipples. Making your back arch off of the bed. He smirked as he leant in and pressed another kiss to your jaw. “Hmm, I was thinking of making you feel good tonight.” “Me first,” you spoke and he rolled his hips into yours. Making you both gasp and moan.

Your lips crashing into his and meeting him in another heated kiss. His fingers tracing shapes in your body, and if you weren’t so drunk off of lust right now. You might actually pay attention to what he was drawing, but you couldn’t stay concentrated enough for it. Especially with another roll of his hips.

He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Your lips are so soft, I could kiss them all day..” He added with a small pant, making you smile with a bit more of a blush. On your already red face. “You’re such a fucking sap, now why don’t you roll over?” You asked with a brow cocked. Hunter doing as told.

He laid on his back, you sitting on his stomach now. Groaning a bit at just the sight of the other. You had been waiting for this for almost as long as he had.

Sliding down him, making a point to rub against him. Causing him to gasp again, fists balling.

You tugged his pants. Pulling them down when he lifted his hips up from the bed. Your hands moving to work, once this was done. You palmed him through his briefs. Hunter throwing his head back with a rather loud groan. Eyes snapping shut, then fluttering open again to watch you.

You trailed kisses and left your own trail of marks down his chest with a small hum. Licking, and then mouthing over one of his nipples. Your hand snaking into his pants, then pulling his member out.

He bucked into your hand, but you moved your hand with his motion. Refusing him the friction he wanted. Making him whine. Maker, you were glad the others were out doing their own thing.

You smiled at his small babbles and praises when your mouth got closer to where he wanted the attention most. Moving to the inside of his thighs. Teeth scraping at his sensitive skin. Causing his eyes to fall shut again. Hands carding in your hair.

You finally made to where he wanted you to. When he was already nearly toppling over the edge from how overpowered his senses were getting. From the smell of you both, to the sounds, to the feelings. Let alone the look of you as you trailed his body like you owned him. He was shocked he was still pieced together.

He let out a rather loud moan when you licked a strip up his dick. Making you groan a bit when his fingers tugged at your hair. Licking his tip, then sliding it into your mouth. He was panting and whining. making you wanna take more of your time. You had never seen him this desperate before. He was always so stern, so strict. Easy to tell you what to do, and honestly? You kind of enjoyed this side of him more than you ever thought that you would.

He let out a groan when you slid as much of him as you could into your mouth. One hand rubbing what you couldn’t get while you bobbed your head. The other arm holding his waist down to keep him from bucking his hips into your face.

You moaned around him as he buried the back of his head deeper and further into the pillow. “Kriff, y/n, ah, stars, I’m so..” He lasted longer than you thought. Hollowing your cheeks and taking more of him in. Soon he was cuming into your mouth, and there was nothing either of you could do about it. Not that you really mind.

He let out the loudest noise yet. Eyes snapping shut and face contorted as you milked him dry. Pulling off him with a ‘pop.’ Swallowing all except for a little that dripped down the corned of your mouth. Though you just wiped that off with your thumb.

He looked so exhausted just from a blowjob, and you weren’t sure what to do now. Should you move, touch him, go in the other room, throw a blanket over him? What now?

“Lay next to me,” He murmured. Voice soft and tired. “But won’t that bug you?” “Just lay next to me, please, you help me calm.” He spoke through half lidded eyes. So you did. Climbing over to lie next to the other. Facing him and he pulled you over to his chest. Arms, well, whole body trembling like he was coming down from a sugar high. “Just, give me sec and then I’ll make you wish we had the whole night to ourselves.” He mumbled, and that made you smile and giggle. Kissing his cheek with a small hum. “I’m sure you will.”

[seanfalco]

Don’t Do That Again | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 1.2k Requested by: Anonymous Prompt: hurt/comfort + “Please never do that again” a/n: takes place during season 2, but no major spoilers

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“Hey baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think your boyfriend’s man enough for ya, if you know what I mean.”

The man’s alcohol laden breath made you wrinkle your nose in disgust and you felt Klaus tense next to you as the stranger continued to laugh.

Plastering a hollow grin to your face, you turned to the fellow, deliberately wrapping your arm around Klaus’s waits.  “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” you replied, a steely edge to your voice that even in his inebriated stupor he seemed to have caught, his wide grin slipping.  “Besides,” you continued, pulling Klaus closer and smiling up at him, “I like him just the way he is.”

The drunkard groaned and rolled his eyes, stumbling past to join his buddies at the bar, apparently deciding you were too boring, but still making it a point to bump shoulders with Klaus on his way.

You watched him go with a scowl before turning back to Klaus.  “Asshole,” you grumbled under your breath as Klaus wrapped his arms around you, swaying you slightly to the music.

“You’re always so adorable when you get all feisty like that, you know,” he mused, a grin tugging at his lips despite the flash of insecurity you saw cross his face for a split second.  Just because Klaus never let on that strangers’ hurtful words ever got to him didn’t mean they didn’t, he just usually preferred to deflect with humour, while you tended to pick fights.

So you knew exactly what he was doing now, as he spun you about the floor, trying to distract you so you wouldn’t go over there and accidentally set someone on fire.

Before long he’d succeeded and you were caught up in your own little world, laughing as Klaus dipped you low at the end of the song, his long curtain of hair screening your face as he leaned in to kiss you.  Once he righted you, you glanced around, feeling eyes on your back.  The men at the bar quickly turned back to their drinks, but you knew they’d been watching.

You almost asked Klaus if you could leave, but you knew every bar would be like this -- you’d performed at enough of them to know, besides, neither of you really wanted to head back to the mansion either.  It was nearly impossible to get a moment to yourselves with Klaus’s sycophants dogging you at every step, especially when all you wanted was to be alone together.

So you sucked it up and turned your back to the creeps, refusing to let them spoil your night.  “Wanna get your ass kicked at pool?” you asked, bringing a grin to Klaus’s face as you nodded to the nearby pool table.

“Oh, it is so on, and I think you’ll find it will be you, fräulein, whose ass is going to be sore.”

Fighting back a snort of laughter, you reached for the pool stick resting against the wall and dodged Klaus’s swat at your backside.

“Is that a promise, prophet?” you joked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, it is now,” Klaus replied with an answering smirk.

Soon you’d each won one game apiece and it was time for the tie breaker when Klaus announced he was going to get you a fresh round of drinks.  Frowning, you watched him approach the bar and signal the bartender.

“Hey, hippy-dippy pretty boy,” the fellow from earlier called and you grimaced, watching Klaus turn to him as he leaned against the bar, pointing to himself in faux confusion.

“Yesh, you, c’mere,” the man slurred, gesturing for Klaus to come closer.

You couldn't make out what he said next, but Klaus merely grinned in response -- the smarmy grin you knew would be followed by a sarcastic comment, no doubt getting him into hot water.

“I would love to, but the thing is, she really isn’t into guys with small dicks,” he exclaimed with a humorless laugh.

Yep, there it is.

Instantly, the fellow’s face darkened and he scraped his barstool back, jumping to his feet.  “I’ve had enough of your lip, boy,” he cried and before you knew what you were doing, you were across the room and pushing yourself in front of Klaus.

The man’s fist made contact with your face and you heard Klaus cry out behind you.  The asshole’s surprise at you intercepting his punch was nothing compared to when you threw your own, catching him square in the jaw.

There was a moment of hesitation before an all out brawl broke out and a bottle launched past your head as fists flew and you got several more good swings in before you were being dragged out of the fray, Klaus’s face set as you took off running.

Taking refuge back at Allison’s house, she opened the door to find you and Klaus on her porch, sporting a black eye and a split lip, blood staining your collar and she ushered you inside.

At Klaus’s behest you held a bag of frozen peas to your brow while he rifled through the first aid kit on the table, muttering under his breath.  Turning back to you, your chair straddled between his long legs, Klaus sighed, alcohol soaked swab in hand, his expression uncharacteristically focused as he began to clean the split at your cheek, just beneath your eye.

“Please never do that again,” he murmured, his eyes flicking sharply to yours.

“What, defend your honour?” you asked, your smirk melting slightly at the look on his face.

“No, that’s what I was doing,” he replied, his lips twitching to a frown as you winced, drawing a sharp breath as he continued to clean your wounds.  “Besides,” he continued, “I had it under control.”

“It didn’t look like it from where I stood,” you replied sullenly, pulling the bag of peas from your face so he could dab at your busted eyebrow.  “And I’m sorry, but I’m not just gunna stand by and let my boyfriend get the shit kicked out of him.  I’m not some damsel in distress, Klaus,” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, well, I’m not either,” he pointed out and you shut your mouth with a scowl.

Once he was done with the disinfectant, he sighed, touching your cheek gently, his eyes searching yours.  “I know you have a fiery temper, in fact it’s one of your best qualities,” Klaus said, stroking your cheek as you leaned into his touch.  “Just try not to get this pretty face bloodied again.  Please?”

“But you patch me up so well,” you teased, sighing when Klaus gave you a level stare.

Pulling his hand from your face you tucked it between both of yours.  “No more fights,” you agreed, “or at least punches to the face,” you added, relief flooding you as Klaus’s expression softened.  

“I suppose I can live with that,” he exclaimed airly, flopping back in his chair and pulling you into his lap where you promptly slipped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in to press an apologetic kiss to his lips.

“Whoa, hey!  In my kitchen?  Really?” Allison cried exasperatedly as she walked in on the pair of you.

Tilting his head back, his long hair spilling over the chairback, Klaus directed a rather pleased smirk at her.  “Would you rather we take this to the living room?”

Rolling her eyes as she threw her hands up, Allison retreated back to the hallway.  “Just, ugh, keep it down, okay,” she exclaimed as she headed back to her bedroom.

“Good night Allison!”  you and Klaus called after her in unison before giggling like children, Klaus pulling you back to him.  “Now where were we?”

[movedyourchair505]

Napule Nights - venticinque

Once again, couldn’t have done this without Elana. I’ll give a bit of a violence warning for this, also there’s mention of smut. The next chapter is a big one so stay tuned x

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Alex watched the smoke rise from his lips, ascending as he blew it out in circles, his head resting back against the headboard, eyes half-closed, scratching at his chest, his reddened skin cool with sweat. He could hear the sprinkles of water hitting the shower, considering for a moment to just get dressed and have a shower later, then decided against it and took one last drag from his cigarette before crushing it in the ashtray on the bedside table, shuffling out of bed and pulling on his wine red robe, tying it lazily while striding into the bathroom.

Conveniently, the glass of his spacious shower was see-through, allowed a first-class view of the way her body moved as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, the steam rising from the glass blurred with the faint scent of rose, she was unfazed when she opened her eyes and took the black shower head – that matched the tiles all across the rest of the large bathroom – and let the hot water run down her body, Alex's eyes drawn to the way it pearled off her smooth skin, he hardly even noticed the smile on her face when she caught him staring, although had he been aware, he wouldn't have missed it for the world.

It came as no surprise to her when he sauntered into the bathroom, had almost expected him to, but tried not to give him the satisfaction of her attention while he stood to glance back at himself in the mirror, his skin shiny with sweat, flushed at his chest and he started brushing his teeth, his fingers gripping harder to the gold faucet handle than necessary when she caught his eye, moved slower, even now she couldn't resist silently putting on a show for him with everything she had.

She'd been self-conscious stepping into the shower, not because she was worried about how she looked but about cleaning herself up, yet soothed instantly once he'd asked her if she wanted a shower, possibly only extending that courtesy to her because he'd fucked her into his mattress mere moments before. Nonetheless, it suggested she'd have time to at least put on some make up, her dress not nearly as sweaty and creased as the one she'd had to put back on twenty-four hours before, he'd ordered her to take off her dress before he'd spanked her again, had taken his time to draw out the punishment he'd then decided she deserved for the way she'd talked back to him, had only fucked her after she'd begged for as long as he'd pleased, had made sure she was dripping wet and as desperate as he could get her without losing his mind before she sucked his cock and had asked him once again for his forgiveness, then ravished her until he couldn't hold on any longer himself, had collapsed and fallen asleep on top of her, had fucked her again in the morning, then chain-smoked about five cigarettes before he felt prepared to take on the day, take on her.

Alex sucked in a breath when she stepped out, the slow movements of her body as she rubbed her hair and body dry, wrapping the towel around her body. “I'll leave you alone” she said, her voice quiet as she didn't want to disturb him, figured that she could get ready in front of the tall mirror in his bedroom, closing the door behind herself before he could respond.

She'd brushed her teeth, yet could still taste the alcohol from the night before, popping some mint gum into her mouth before generously covering her damp skin in her rich moisturizer, fixing her lashes and with a light hand accentuating the contours and curves of her face, done up in her dress and heels, her hair combed straight and shiny once Alexander stepped out of the bathroom, eyes wide when they fell on her as she sat on the edge of the bed with her things all stored once again in her bag, a cigarette balanced between her lips and she held one out for him as well as the end lit up, getting up and striding over to him, her heels clicking on the floor.

He gave her a nod of a approval, parted his lips to take the cigarette before taking a shiny black suit from his clothing rack, doing up the trousers, then buttoning his dark blue shirt, the hint of a smile tugging on the corner of his lip when she once again had his jacket held out and prepared for him to slip into as soon as he was ready.

He adjusted his chain, combed back his hair, then taking everything he needed, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her forward and out the door and before she knew, she was sat in the back of the car next to him, Helders and Cook opposite them, headed to the headquarters, discussing a meeting he'd attend later, having told her he needed to do paperwork, wanting her in the meanwhile to see Serena to explain another job he'd selected her for.

“You know, Alexander...” she said slowly, tilting her head to watch him from the side. “Instead of sending me off on little errands like that, you could just tell me about the jobs.”

Turner raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips. “I dun't 'ave time for tha'. Not wif evreh little fing.”

“You said it's not a little thing. You said it's important.”

“It fookin' is” he sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. “Jade, fings didn't go well in San Marino, I need teh fix it.”

“Just tell me what happened” she urged, knowing that if he was about to send her off and spend the day away from her, she wanted something now, anything that showed her he took time for her and trusted her, bothered with her personally.

“The meetin … all o' them realleh … didn't go well, alreyht? Joost like … I mean, yeh've been wif meh at sum before, they turn out 'ow they usualleh do when people are fookin' disrespectful towards meh.”

She swallowed, licking her lips, trying to gloss over the fact that he'd said she'd been with him, and that she'd almost blocked out the rest of sentence, when usually, she was particular about hearing every syllable to make sure she could deliver the best possible performance on any job he entrusted her with. “What did they do?” She questioned.

Turner shrugged. “Not wha' I fookin' told them teh” he muttered.

Jade pressed her lips together to suppress the laughter that was threatening to come out, quick and too amused at his sulking. “U-Um” she said, licking her lips and slowing her breathing. “You can't always get your way, Turner.”

His eyes flickered across her face again and he chuckled. “Watch meh.”

“You're not getting what you want though” she stated, unable to let him off that easy. “You're sat here sending me on jobs to fix your mistakes. You're not standing your ground.”

“Yeh fookin' bet yehr pretteh arse, I am” he huffed. “I'm not goin' crawlin' teh anehbodeh on me knees, I'm gunna make them all bend for meh.”

She sighed, leaning back against the seat and crossing her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts together in a way that had him unable to draw his gaze from her body, only snapping out of it when the car stopped and Helders stepped out, holding the door open, Jade shuffling out of the car when Alex nodded for her to, looking down to adjust her dress when a sudden noise rang through the air, undoubtedly a shot. Before she knew, she felt a heavy weight against her back, collided with the hard asphalt, barely able to catch herself, wincing and struggling until she realised Cook had jumped out of the car and thrown her to the ground, barked at her to stay down as more shots flew over their heads and then he was gone, she could merely see his feet on the other side of the car, noticing Turner's shiny shoes as well, frozen for a moment until she realised he was in the same position as her but gasping when she saw him fumble for his weapon on the inside of his jacket, another series of shots filling the air as he got up as well, smoke and a sharp scent of unfamiliarity surrounding the car.

She felt a rush of adrenaline, despite knowing what she was getting into, having witnessed what she had expected, this was more than she'd bargained for, felt it impossible to move as she lay frozen with fear, needed a moment to get a grip and get out her own gun from her bag, trying to make as little noise as possible – merely a measure of safety as she knew she wouldn't be able to kill anybody, if anything injure someone to render them harmless – the groans and thuds of fighting, more bullets flying and she gasped when she saw someone hit the ground right beneath the car, blood flowing onto the dirty ground.

She breathed shakily, tried her best to focus, assess the hopeless situation, blocking out the possibility of its outcome and concentrated enough to figure out where they were, if they came close, following the movements and realising that there were three other men, one was down, which meant they were now outnumbered, yet the shock still sat deep within her and she winced as another shot evoked a scream, breathing out shakily before she realised it was one of the other men, her whole body tense, more shots following, then she heard Turner.

“Wha' the-...”

Even though she couldn't his face as he stood on the other side of the car, she could picture every detail of his face despite, the familiarity instantly allowing a sense of relaxation to wash over her, she was still hyper-aware, especially with the shots now ceasing, yet her eyes were still fixated on the two bodies on the ground, trying to tear her gaze away and get up as she heard footsteps walking around the car towards her.

Just then, she spotted movement in a picture that should've been still, gasping and for a moment assuming that the men on the other side of the car weren't dead, then realised it was another set of steps approaching, saw heavy leather shoes and without second thought, she pushed herself from the hard ground, leaving her bag, her finger clutching her gun the way she had now come used to, and seeing the man with his arm spread out, shooting at Turner who now stood beside her, it was all it took for her to shoot, aim precise enough to be sure it would merely injure the shooting arm and cause him to drop the gun, yet the second the pressure of the shot rushed through her arm, the shock was overshadowed by a second shot. A split second passed in which she feared she'd shot the man approaching between the eyes herself, saw the blood vividly and bright even from a far, her knees weak and threatening to give in had it not been for Helders' strong arm locking around her, drawing her away from the car, the ringing in her ears growing stronger, and then they were through the doors she'd entered so many times, yet never with a sense of safety as it offered now while she walked alongside Turner, Helders ready to steady her again on her other side, several other henchmen passing them hurriedly, heading outside.

She was still shaky on her legs, focusing more on her putting one heel before the other and sucking her stomach in to tense it enough to keep herself from being sick rather than actually processing what she'd just seen, able to merely give a slight shake of her head when Turner held a cigarette out to her, then popped one between his own lips.

He waited for Cook to light his smoke, taking a drag and forcing himself to look straight ahead, refusing to look at her for longer than necessary because it would have forced him to deal how torn he was between wanting to lock Jade in his apartment and never let her out again, and replaying the image of her shooting to defend him over and over again, the latter had him trembling with need, pride even, the former rose the sense of power inside him, of being in control of not only her, but the environment he put her into as well, Miles' voice interrupting his concentration.

“What the fook 'appened out there?” He gasped as he approached them, having stood outside Turner's office. “They wouldn't let meh … oh, Jade, bella, are yeh alreyht?”

The contrast between the way her eyes grew wider and Alex's brows furrowing in confusion had Miles stepping up quickly, waiting for Helders to step aside and he without a second thought wrapped his arm around Jade, gave her body a squeeze when he felt her let out a strangled breath and she leaned against him, the warmth a contrast to the cold sweat she felt, overbearing scents of sweet flowers mixing with more smoke.

Three pairs of eyes were on Miles as he drew back, looked around slowly. “None of ya got 'urt, reyht?”

Jade glanced from Helders, to Cook, instantly overtaken by the image again of how he'd stuck out his arm and effortlessly ended a man's life, her eyes ultimately resting on Turner who apart from a few specs of dust on his suit looked like he'd just stepped out of his apartment without further complications.

“Weh're all alreyht” Turner announced, waving it off, his fingers closing around Jade's arm and he drew her to the side, Helders and Cook standing on either side of his office's door while Miles looked around, still not convinced that everyone was in fact “alreyht”, yet standing back, looking at Jade.

“I know I should have stayed down” Jade stated to beat him to it, the confusion in his eyes as soon as she spoke increasing the speed of her heart beat.

“No, I...” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeh did a good job, doll. Third time yeh 'ad me back. It's like yeh like meh now.”

Despite the deep-set shock that still had her body frozen, a sense of relief soothed her, a shaky laugh falling from her lips, quiet, yet enough to evoke some sort of response, and worth the way he smiled right back at her, genuine relief visible on his sinfully beautiful features.

“Mi?” He called without looking away from her, Miles by his side within seconds.

“Yeh, mate?”

“Jade's gunna prepare wif Serena for a job, go wif 'er.”

She swallowed, already knowing she'd have to deal with it, yet the prospect now didn't seem so scary, she wanted to work, wanted to be useful, help and show him that she was capable, now almost embarrassed by how affected she'd been. She'd known that this was what she'd signed up for, and she wasn't going to back down now, clearing her throat and adjusting her posture, a tear on her heart when she saw the shift in Turner's eyes, the way they shone brighter and he licked his lips, the nod of approval and satisfaction supporting her faith in her own confidence, told her that she was right to act on it.

“Reyht...” he drawled. “It's probableh gunna beh a buseh weekend, but on Mondeh, I'm gunna take yeh teh Venere.”

She swallowed, taking in a breath, the realisation and then the disappointment in herself for getting her hopes up too soon overshadowed any sort of fear. “You don't usually give me a heads up...” she said quietly, glancing back at him expectantly, hoping to draw more from his response and she was taken aback by how easy he made it.

Turner shrugged, he stepped closer to her, his face mere inches from hers. “Well, 's not usualleh a special occasion, eh?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows, the wink that followed had her heart racing, she felt like it was going to explode when he closed the space between them and captured her lips in a deep kiss, eager and promising, and like that the night before, expressing more than he could with words somehow, any trace of doubt she'd had wiped away by the way his lips moved with hers, his hand pressed possessively to her lower back until he drew away when she breathed shakily, ready to drop right to her knees for him if she kept going.

Another half-smile and she instantly missed his touch, watched him turn and step into his office, a wave to the side had Cook walking over to them and taking the lead to bring them to Serena, while Helders followed Turner into his office.

She was on a whole different level of irritation now, looked up from her heels on the ground to Kane beside her who only spoke when he realised he had her attention. “Wha's on Mondeh, bella?” He inquired, an eyebrow cocked questioningly.

Jade couldn't hide the faint smile on her face when she spoke, the excitement about going to the one establishment of Turner's she had hardly even heard rumours about only transcended by the reason he'd implied and she bit her lip as she looked back at Kane. “It's my birthday.”

[beanwaitingforya]

DaiSuga Art Students AU Part 3

Inspired by @priintaniere‘s cute art and hc’s

Some notes (and bonus) at the end :) Click for PART 1 and PART 2

all mistakes are mine

Sawamura Daichi was frustrated. 

Daichi had been itching to see Suga's sketches since the first time they were paired together for class. He knew it was a bit invasive to request such a thing, but he really couldn't help himself. Not after he barely got a glance at Suga's work in class, despite his insightful critique. Not after all those study sessions. Not after days of watching Suga out of the corner of his eye glancing surreptitiously over his notebook. To be fair, Asahi had to point it out to him. Daichi never would've noticed if his friend hadn't mentioned it at work after their first study group all together. They had been prepping dough for tomorrow morning's set of bagels, when Asahi had spilled the beans. Or rather, complained how every time he asked Suga a question, it took him an extra ten seconds to respond, and they usually ended up looking for the answer in the textbook anyway. Sure enough, the next evening when they were studying together in the library, Daichi observed Suga doing less studying and more scribbling, or so it seemed. The fact that he had to sit at an angle and use his the reflection of his phone screen to basically spy on Suga was something he was going to ignore. But he hadn't gotten any studying done in the past couple days, so when Asahi got up to get more coffee, he finally just asked Suga. "Suga, could I see your sketchbook?" He really needed to see what was in there. For art-related reasons, of course. "I know some people are protective of their work, but I never really had a good look at the portrait you did of me a couple of weeks ago." Daichi hunched his shoulders, bracing himself for rejection. For whatever reason, Suga looked absolutely terrified. His fingers turned white as he clenched his notebook to his scarf, as if to protect it from outside invaders. "Sorry if I'm being nosy, I just hoped..." Daichi mumbled, sinking back into his armchair and resigning himself to defeat. "Just forget about it, sorry, Suga." He rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth out the crinkle there, and reached over to open his textbook again. Daichi didn't want to screw up their tentative friendship, because here was one more person that didn't find him so intimidating. His serious nature and dedication to academics seemed to scare almost everyone else away. "Sawamura..." Suga whispered. Daichi whipped his head back up, slightly hopeful. Suga had placed his sketchbook on the table, as if to slide it to him, but had one hand pressed down on it. "Daichi is fine." What did he have in his sketchbook anyway, buried treasure? Daichi was growing more curious by the second. "Just...please don't laugh..." Suga breathed, so quietly Daichi barely heard. He slid the sketchbook over, albeit with the worst frown on his face, like he has to give up his first-born child. Daichi reached over to grab it and Suga finally let go, crossing his arms and dropping his head to the table. "Why so miserable?" Daichi chuckled. "It really can't be that bad- oh-" And he flipped open the sketchbook to see his own face staring back at him. Daichi blinked. Well, his likeness wasn't exactly staring back at him. It was staring at a book on a library table, exactly like the one they've been studying at for the past several days. Strong, definite, broad strokes surrounding careful lightly added details, like the molding on the table, or the hair at the back of Daichi's neck. He flipped to another random page. Him sipping a hot chocolate (he's never liked tea or coffee). A cartoon Daichi carrying his art portfolio. Another page, was that the back of his head? His hand? One small doodle of Asahi, looking a bit grumpy as he scowled at a textbook, chewing on the end of a pencil. But then another hand, a torso that wore a shirt that looked suspiciously familiar, and shoes that he definitely wore yesterday. "Suga," he started. Suga peered at him from the table, his face half-buried in his scarf. "Suga, these are amazing." Suga blinked. "Suga, you-" "Look, Sawamura, I know what it looks like, but I couldn't help it, I sketch all the time, I didn't even realize I was sketching you so much, but you're so nice to draw and you're just such a great subject, you even stay still for long periods of time and-" "Suga."  Daichi dropped his hand on Suga's shoulder, intending to steady him, but Suga flinched back. Daichi tried again, removing his hand and using it to slide the notebook back across. "It's Daichi. And if you wanted to sketch me for practice...well, just say so, I don't really mind." Gingerly, he bumped the edge of the notebook against Suga's nose. "Well, to be honest, it's kind of embarrassing, but I guess I'm flattered. I completely understand the need to practice, so just go ahead and sketch me." He paused. "I'd appreciate being able to see the sketches afterwards, though." Suga sucked in a breath as Daichi's face appeared at the other end of the sketchbook. Daichi had leaned in close to whisper, close enough for Suga to feel his breath, close enough for Daichi to smell Suga's distinct scent of mint and coffee. Suga's warm brown eyes sparkled, and it looked like he was about to say something when approaching footsteps startled them both. "Ahhh, they got my order wrong so I had to wait longer for them to remake it," Asahi said, plopping into his seat with a sigh. Daichi and Suga both jumped, straightening and staring at Asahi. Daichi let go of the notebook, and a soft thunk on the table made Asahi look up from his coffee. Too close, thought Daichi. He was way too close. He looked over at Suga, who was looking right back. "Did I...interrupt something?" Asahi said tentatively, eyes darting between the two. "N-no," Daichi stammered. Why did he feel like he had been caught red-handed stealing cookies from the cookie jar? "I was just asking Suga about his sketchbook," Daichi said, belatedly looking over to Suga, who was furiously shaking his head. "Ah, sor-" "Ah, so you asked him then? Hey, Suga, do you mind if I take a peek?" Asahi started to reach across the table. Suga's grin was lopsided and a bit forced, but he still smiled and told Asahi, "Sure, why not," as he reluctantly slid the book over. "After all, Daichi's already seen it." Daichi watched Asahi's eyes widen as he flipped through the pages. Asahi looked up. "Suga, do you-"

"Not another word!" He didn't yell, but Suga said it with enough force to close the book and slide it back across the table. Suga's defensive response surprised Daichi, but what really surprised him was Asahi's knowing smile as Suga stuffed the book back into his bag. Asahi opened his again mouth to say something but Suga was shaking his head again but this time it was slowly, accompanied by a scary smile. Asahi chuckled and turned to Daichi to ask him if they needed to know about Leonardo da Vinci for their test tomorrow. Suga sighed, tugging at his scarf and exposing a bit of creamy, pale skin. Daichi had the distinct feeling he had missed something. 

NOTES AND BONUS UNDER CUT :3

Bonus: Featuring Suga’s freakout  POV Shit, shit, shit why didn't I just say no, he is going to KNOW for sure now, why did I do that, why is he laughing what is going on. What? Is he dense? Is he really that clueless? Daichi, c'mon, are you really gunna let me skate free here...omg he doesn't know, he doesn't know why is my heart leaping through my throat every time he says Suga HE WANTS ME TO DRAW HIM MORE I now have permission to draw his se- handsome jaw and pretty eyes and strong hands yes yes yes, OMG NO ASAHI DON'T YOU DARE -sighhh- safe.

Bean says: this one is a little shorter but there’s bonus suga material sooo *shrugs*  I think I actually enjoy Suga POV better? hmm... Anyway I had another part that I had added on to the end but I decided to scrap that and it will probably turn into...a whole part on it’s own whoops. Also I have roughly ~2500 words written for the next couple parts so it shouldn’t (key words: SHOULD NOT) take me a decade to post the next part? Any feedback you have is welcome :) Hope y’all enjoy~ (Next part Suga will be less flustered because he is blessed with Clueless!Daichi ahaha)

[midwesttiltking-blog]

14- Gone Away

This Chapter isn’t really about anything specific, just connecting the dots between big scenes, I think its still pretty important to include though. I hope you like it!

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Matt sat on the ground, legs crossed with a sketch pad occasionally looking up at Kevin. A speaker attached to an ipod sat between them blaring some abrasive tones.

We’re no saviours if we can’t save our brothers

We’re no saviours if we can’t save our brothers

Kevin was sprawled out on the ground staring toward the sky, his eyes red and cheeks moist.

As the track died down, before the next one started up Kevin filled the noise “He’ll never have a dad. He’ll never have a dad cause I’m a fuck up”

The next track picked up and the two were silent again. Kevin’s hand ran through the grass, pulling out strands and throwing them away. Nanook was still laying in the tent, his chin resting upon his arms. Whenever Kevin or Moon walked by he’d raise his head and let out a slight whimper then return to moping. Garrett and Moon were packing up the camp preparing for the day's travel. Moon dumped a bucket of water over the campfire while Garrett put away the utensils they had used for cooking last night.

“Are you sure that we should travel today?”

Garrett’s voice showed no sign of sympathy  “The apocalypse isn’t going to wait for his feelings, besides it has been three days now, you got over it didn’t you? It’s time for him to nut up”

Moon stopped and looked over at Matt and Kevin “Yeah but Kevin can be hard to handle when he’s like this”

“You don’t have to tell me, I delt with him when we were in high school”

Moon shook her head continuing on, picking up electronics that had been thrown about the campsite. A few of them permanently damaged others still left running from last night. Moon grabbed a tablet, her thumb inadvertently activating the screen. She looked at it for a second, then to Kevin, then back to the device. She matched the pattern after a few tries which she learned from watching over Kevin’s shoulder from time to time. A drawing appeared on the screen. The picture was very dark, a dead tree on the edge lit by the moon. In the center frame Kevin lay on the ground split in half, a cut beginning at his waist and crossing up to his shoulder. All of his surroundings shown a brilliant crimson red. On the left side of the picture a figure colored in all black stood holding Kevin’s sword. The edge of the blade still dripping with blood. The figure had no distinct clothing or marks and at parts of the black figure seemed to fade in and out with the background. Moon sighed and powered off the tablet, returning it to Kevin’s backpack.

“I should’ve paid more attention.” Kevin pounded his fist into his forehead “If I had listened to him, he would still be here.” The two continued on like this for most of the morning, Sometimes Kevin throwing his head back against the ground muttering words “Selfish” “Stupid” “Useless”

Matt reach out and turned off the ipod. “I finished my drawing”

“Took you long enough, I finished mine last night!” Kevin took the pad from Matt and scanned it over. Matt’s drawing was from a first person perspective, the cockpit of a space ship. A control panel was lit up in various places along with a screen showing a layout of the ship in all red, heavily damaged and missing both of its wings.The pilot wore black gloves and the rolled up sleeves of a white jacket ran along the bottom edge of the picture. The pilot’s right hand was still on a control stick, while his left was facing the observer, half closed with tears in the palm. outside the window of the spaceship, the canvas was consumed on all sides by fire and debris. In the center of the picture a small hole within the flames, the darkness of space. In the bottom corner of the glass a profile of another pilot was glowing. This pilot also wearing a white jacket, appeared to be a fox wearing sunglasses. Underneath his picture was a text log “Never give up trust your instincts… You’ve become so strong Fox”

Kevin sat up leaving his arms extended the picture revolving around him as he moved. “This is fucking incredible. I love the detail so much. I can’t believe you remembered he wore black gloves!” Matt crossed his arms and blew a piece of hair from his face. Kevin stood up, letting go of the pad to wipe his eyes. He put his arms around Matt and embraced him tightly. “I have to find Mel and tell her about how much of a hero Darrin was.” After a moment he let go of Matt and drew both of his swords. He walked back to the center of camp and addressed Moon and Garrett “I’m going to scout ahead, we should be able to reach Chicago today if we leave now.”

Moon walked up to him and put a hand on his chest “Are you ok to go alone”

Kevin smiled through his pained demeanor “Don’t worry, I just need to go work some things out”

He turned toward the road and began confidently marching ahead. Moon walked over to Matt and picked up the drawing pad, looking at the picture for a minute. “How did you know this would cheer him up?”

Garrett chimed in “Kevin loves Star Fox, probably just reminded him of the good old days”

Matt leaned over the picture looking at it with Moon “This is the first game where Kevin could pretend he had a father. He’s only in one level but those ten minutes are a religious experience to Kevin”

Moon looked at Matt in wonder, her cheeks blushing a little “You know so much about him.”

Garrett put his arm around Matt and shook him a little “Yeah, we’ve been best friends decades, and Matt here remembers everything.”

They finished packing up camp and followed the path Kevin had taken. After traveling about fifteen minutes down the road a gas station became visible from the highway. As they got closer to the establishment a human yell could be heard. Moon picked up the pace and began running toward the building. Zombie bodies littered the pumps and a few walkers could be seen inside the building. Suddenly an undead body flew through the glass crashing on the sidewalk. The body had been carved up with at least ten visible cuts. The roar of the human voice boomed through the opening. Moon entered the building to see a zombie pinned to the cigarette rack behind the counter with Kevin’s two blades. Kevin rose from behind the counter top holding a shotgun. He extended the weapon with one hand and fired turning the zombie’s head to mush. He cocked the gun and fired again. This continued until no part of the zombie remained intact. Moon stood in the doorway with her mouth covered as she watched the execution.

Garrett pushed past her and examined the scene. “Well done brother, I like what I’m seeing. Kevin turned attempting to point the gun at Garrett. Before he could set his aim, Garrett grabbed the barrel of the gun and squeezed, the metal slowly bending inward. “It’s alright they are gone now.” The gun shook as they both vied for control of it.

Kevin’s chest heaved in and out for a few seconds. Then he looked and saw everyone had caught up to him. He dropped the gun and faked a smile “What took you so long?”

“It didn’t take us long, I think you may have been running ahead a little too fast” Garrett combed the shelves picking out some candy and nuts to bring along with him.

Kevin brushed off some zombie remains, still trying to catch his breath “Well… the path is clear...you’re welcome”

Moon grabbed a pack of gummi bears and tossed them to Kevin “Thanks, you are a real hero, here is your reward”

Kevin opened the bag and dumped a few into his mouth, then tossed it back to Moon. He pulled out both of his swords and wiped them clean on the countertop before returning them to their sheaths. Garrett pat Kevin on the back as they crossed paths while Matt and Moon just stared at him. Entering back into the sunlight Kevin was met by the dismayed faces of Matt’s gang. Many of them shaking their head in disapproval or crossing their arms. Kevin looked over the crowd realizing the impression he was giving off. He corrected his stance straightening his back and puffing up his chest “I’ll never let you down again” he spoke calmly towards them. He didn’t wait for a response or look to see their reception turning to continue walking east. Before he could get very far a woman riding a bike became visible on the horizon. Nanook ran ahead to stand along side Kevin as the stranger approached.

She dismounted the bike quickly and drew a large hunting knife. “I heard gunshots, is anyone hurt?!”

“No. I was just cleaning up some filth in that gas station back there”

She relaxed and put the knife away. Covering her eyes from the sun she glanced behind him “Oh, nice none of us have travel this far west, so I’d guess most of the buildings here are probably still infected”

“Us?”

“Yeah, there is a band much like your own a few miles northwest of Chicago> The city proved too hard to defend so a group of us decided to take refuge outside of it.”

Kevin smiled a bit “Well I’m glad to hear at least some of you have made it. I intend to set your city free. Perhaps we can join forces”

“Set it free? Are you daft? Even with our forces combined well have maybe 800 people able to fight? There is no way we can do it.”

“You just gotta believe, and a well thought out battle plan helps too” Kevin put his thumb to his chest “And I happen to be a master class strategist, at least based on my results Fire Emblem.”

“Fire Emblem?”

“It’s an old video game, one of my favorites”

“Your gunna base your strategy off of a video game? You are even more loony than I thought”

Matt and Moon appeared from behind Kevin. Moon stepped between the scout and Kevin “You’d be surprised, he got us here alive so far, and if you can see, he just cleared that building on his own, maybe thirty on one”

Kevin nudged her with her elbow “pfft, more like a hundred on one”

The girl scanned across her new acquaintances for a few seconds “Well I spose it can’t hurt to hear your plan. I’ll take you to our camp and you can state your case.”

They continued on the path Matt’s gang following at a distance, Nanook leading the pack. Moon walked along side Kevin glancing at him from time to time. Matt and Garrett followed behind the scout, Matt’s hand never leaving the hilt of his blade. After a few miles they reached a small park which was covered in tents and the few houses outside of the park bustling with humans. The woman whistled and droves of civilians wandered out of their tents so come see the commotion. Some of the members from Matt’s gang reunited with long lost friends, others immediately began bartering for survival goods.  Kevin face was covered with a joyful grin as he marched into the park. The woman explained to some of the others equip for combat who Kevin was and the outline of his plan. Some of them burst out in laughter while others looked at Kevin suspiciously. Kevin took his stance, tall and straight, arms crossed, in the center of the park and waited for everyone to gather around him.

[midwesttiltking-blog]

18- Most Beautiful Plague

This is not a direct continuation but the next part following Garrett’s story from what a posted last week. I tried out a different writing technique in this one to show what two characters are going through at the same time. Tell me how you feel about it

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Kevin stood in the backyard admiring his new blade. They had received the supplies from Paul. Kevin and Matt both wore bullet proof vests. Inside the shoulders of Kevin had attached a cape. A black flag with a spray painted fist overtop of a heart. Along with the vests they had received a whole arsenal of guns and grenades and Paul sent a sword specially crafted for Kevin. He held it up to the sunlight, unlike the katana he preferred this was a straight blade. The metal was long and narrow a shimmering silver. The cross hilt resembled golden wings with a brilliant Ruby in the center. Along the the edge of the blade a beautifully elegant engraving read ‘The light within darkness. The voice of the silent’. Kevin lowered the blade pointing it toward Matt “What should I name it?”

Matt Shrugged “I don't know swords are just tools I never consider naming mine”

“The Pig Slayer?”

“Nah, that makes it sound like a prison shank”

“Hmmmmmm” Kevin flourished the blade then jumped swinging the blade upward.

“You aren’t going to name it the falchion”

“How did you know that is what I was thinking?!”

“It’s not a god damned falchion!”

Garrett wandered the streets of Lansing. The city wasn’t anything like the ones him and Matt had liberated. There were no bodies laying around. There were no broken buildings. The city looked perfectly preserved and completely empty. From time to time Garrett would duck into buildings to avoid drones and armored vehicles which patrolled the street. Garrett looked through buildings around the city trying to find anyone or anything that may lead him to Klint.

“Where the hell is he” Garrett punched through a window. He immediately heard the sound of an armored vehicle approaching the building he was in. He dove behind the counter holding his breath. After a few moments he heard the vehicle pull away and he walked back out onto the streets.

“Luna” Kevin grinned waiting for Matt’s snide response.

“You are going to name your sword after her? Risky, what if you guys break up?”

“Not gunna happen”

“What if a pirate swoops in and steals her from you” Matt drew his blade and approached Kevin.

“I’ll take down your whole fleet to get her back! I’ve seen the way you look at her when you guys practice in the mornings! I’ve seen her blush at your comments. I’ll have your head Pirate King”

Moon laughed hearing Kevin’s declaration as she slide open the door to the back yard.

Kevin turned to look at her but before he could say anything Matt knocked his sword out of the way and placed his blade at Kevin’s throat “You will do no such thing you haughty peasant. You will never reach the princess because you are weak.”

Moon jumped from the porch drawing her blade and clashing with Matt “This princess doesn’t need saving” She clashed blades with Matt a few times before kicking him away.

Kevin ran to her side and knelled, crossing his blade over his heart “m’lady please give me the honor of slaying knave in your stead”

Moon sighed as she put her blade away “You are right he is too lowly for the likes of me. Do your best servant and you will be rewarded properly when we reach the homeland”.

Garrett looked down at the phone Kevin had given him. The battery was still alive. He opened the contacts for a moment, then shut the screen off and continued on. Getting hungry Garrett decided to look for something to eat. To his surprise the Nuthouse was lit up as if still operational. He slowly approached the building, from the outside he could see figures moving around inside. Once he got to the doors he saw they were humans, his muscles relaxed as he pulled the door open. The waitress seated him and took his order “Double whiskey coke and the biggest burger you have on your menu, and an order of wings” Garrett sat calmly eating, the TV’s replayed an old UFC fight, Garrett watched mentally critiquing their techniques and considering adding some of the moves to his arsenal. A waiter approached the table “ Are you enjoying your meal Garrett?”

“How’d you know who I am?”

The waiter grabbed Garrett and began to lift him up. Garrett grabbed his fork stabbing it into the waiter's arm, the fork went down an inch and stopped. No blood came out from the stabbed wound as Garrett pulled the fork back. “Calm down Garrett”

“What the fuck?!”

“I’m glad to see how much energy you still have, you truly are a great friend. This was one of my favorite places, so I got it operating as soon as I could. Eventually the whole city will be like this.”

Garrett struggled to break free from the waiters grip. Eventually wiggling his arm loose he punched the waiter in the face, causing his assailant's neck to snap back and cables became exposed. Garrett shook his hand in pain after the hit and picked up the knife tackling the robot to the ground. “You are strong. You will be more valuable as an undead than erased” The robot raised a finger against Garrett’s skin. With his other arm it pressed Garrett’s shoulder forward. Using his free arm Garrett sawed away at the exposed cables. Before he could finish the robot off the machine punctured his skin. He did not react to the pain as he dragged the knife across the robot’s throat cutting loose the cables.

Kevin stood up, he and Matt tapped the edges of their blades together and started their battle. Kevin tried to wield the sword with only one hand at first but found his speed had dropped significantly. Once Kevin switched over Matt struggled to hold his defense against Kevin's heavy strikes. He amped up his footwork to compensate aiming to wear Kevin out before looking to strike. Kevin chased him around the yard swinging wildly. Matt blocked a strike and lead Kevin’s blade to the ground. Kevin attempted to pull  it out of the dirt but before he could the basket hilt from Matt’s blade impacted his chest. He flew back wards his chest heaving trying to catch his breath. Moon walked down and put her arms around Matt.

“They will be here soon don’t worry” The waitress now speaking to him. Garrett stood up testing the mobility of his left arm. The injury was surprisingly shallow not affecting his ability to move very much. He grabbed a chair and ran at the waitress “You’ll lead a better life, you should thank me”. The chair smashed against the robot knocking it to the ground. He lifted the greeter's podium and dropped it on the robot’s head. “You’ll get to be with her again.” Now the voice came from the  bartender.

Garrett jumped over the bar putting his hands on the robot’s throat “When I find you Klint. I going to put my hands on your throat like this and I’m going to hold you there for as long as you can handle it, and just before you pass out i'm going to squeeze every inch of your will to live out of your fucking body. Hearing the bones in your neck crack will sound like angels singing to me”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that Garrett” He snapped the robot's neck bringing an end to the conversation.

“Looks like you are too weak, just like the Pirate King said. I guess I'll spend my days making sweet sweet love to him” Moon ran her hand along Matt’s cheek

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Kevin ran towards Matt hammering his blade down. Matt barely able to block fell backward to the ground. Putting his left hand to the back of his blade he sustained the next strike. Spit flew from Kevin’s mouth, his teeth grit as he continued the attack. “You! Won’t! Take! Her! From! ME!” Matt rolled to the side kicking out Kevin’s right leg. As Kevin fell to the ground he drew his secondary blade blocking a slash aimed at his chest. He swung with Luna stopping just before hitting Matt’s shoulder. “I DID IT!” Kevin stood up and pointed his sword to the sky “Luna is a powerhouse!”

Garrett walked behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey he opened it and poured some onto his wound then took a swig. He tore of some part of the shirt the robo-bartender was wearing and tied it around his arm. He winced as he struggled to tie off his bloody shoulder, the pain began to set in. He pulled the cellphone out again. Fiddling with it for a few moments having trouble moving his hand steady to navigate the menu’s. He got to the contacts and scrolled down to a name “Jack Leader Of The Rebellion.”

Matt got to his feet and bowed “It was an honor fighting you, may we both learn and grow from this battle”

“Ah all cordial in a lost but no mercy in a victory huh? I see how you are!” Kevin sheathed his blade and patted Matt on the back, “Well let’s go see how Darrin is doing with the battle training huh?”

They made their way toward the old elementary school Kevin swung his arms excessively looking up to the sky as he walked. Moon ruffled his hair to get his attention “you know you’ve gotten pretty strong since we’ve started this adventure.”

He shrugged “really you think so?”

“Yeah, you were exchanging blows with Garrett, now you beat Matt in a duel”

“You helped” Matt muttered from the back.

She tilted her head back to Matt over her shoulder “Barely, he beat you fair and square”. Pulling herself back to Kevin she continued “It’s pretty incredible when you think about it, not like Darrin or I have gotten that much better”

Kevin smiled at her “Well if you believe in yourself you can do anything” Matt and Moon sighed in unison.

“Row row fight the power” Kevin’s phone began to ring. The screen read “The God of War”. Kevin froze in his tracks as he answered the phone.

“Hey bro, what’s up”

“Hey Kevin… I think I fucked up.

“Look man, you don’t have to apologize”

“Nah, I think I’m done. He’s got patrol cars, robots all over the city, don’t trust any humans you see”

“What do you mean your done”

“I’m feeling weak. I don’t think I can fight anymore”

“Don’t give up Garrett, were coming to get you rig-”

“No. Don’t, don’t risk your life for me, This is where it ends for me. I’m so sorry”

“Don’t talk to me like that Garrett. Y-y-ou are s-s-s-still breathing it isn’t over!”

“I saw you there. I saw all of us together, and I just couldn’t shake this feeling, that it’s never gunna be the same ever again. Those good old days are never coming back. I’ll never see her again, I’ll never be able to smile the way you do”

“I never wanted you to go Garrett. I didn’t want this! I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s not your fault Kevin. Just make sure when you see him. You remember what he did to me, what he did to your other friends. Don’t let him talk you out of your convictions.”

“When I have kids, I going to tell them you killed a million zombies in the final battle and saved everyone”

“Heh, at least somebody will remember me fondly”

“Garrett. No matter our differences, I always fucking loved you.”

“Love you to bro”

Kevin hung up his phone and wiped away a few tears, not responding to the questions Matt and moon fired at him.

Garrett stood up facing a horde of zombies. He whipped the phone into the crowd knocking a few over. He vaulted over the bar and flew first first into the fray. His first hit knocking a zombie's head clear off. Another one grabbed his wounded arm. Turning his wrist he grabbed the zombies arm as well and pulled backward ripping the zombies arm off as it fell to the ground. The next bit his open arm the monster’s teeth failing to pierce his skin. With the zombie still clamped he bashed his forearm against a column the Zombies skull separated at the jaw the bottom half collapsing to the ground while the top rolled forward off of his arm. He kicked a chair up into a few zombies. Rushed forward he tackled them to the ground the chair separating him from the rotting flesh. His fist continuously pounded down smashing the flesh bags into paste. Garrett felt a pinch on his calf turning to see the now armless zombie attempting to feast on him. He turned back putting both hands on the zombies skull he pushed inward until the skull shattered. Another zombie bit his shoulder. Its teeth reaching his open wound. He flipped onto his back his shoulder smashing the zombie into the floor. Flipping up to his feet he looked on seeing the hoard was still fighting to get into the bar. He swung his arms in a wide stance sending zombies flying every direction. He pushed one zombie against the wall. Forcefully ramming his fist into the undead. He ripped out a rib bone. Using the bone he pierced the zombie straight through the forehead and pulled it out. Using the bone as a dagger he stabbed into the next one's throat it, it caught on some tended and he pulled again losing the head from the body. His breath began to fail him as he fought back the hoard. Eventually one was able to knock him over. His sight began to fade as he swung out randomly. Finally he opened his fist. From the back of his waistband he pulled out the pistol Darrin had given him. He put it to his head and pulled the trigger. He felt no heat, heard no bang. The gun was empty. Garrett laughed as he let it fall to the floor. “I’m sorry Ericka. I’m so useless.”