#Survivor yaoi

[omnishanked]

It's the end of the world, the total and finished end. '7 whole weeks dedicated to survive yet so barely going by' said a survivor , 'It's not the end of the world you're just having a headache' the other said, they looked each other in the eyes the survivor spoke again 'No, I'm for real sure this is the end of the world I don't think anythings left any more. No food no people no animals, it's just.. Endgame I'm guessing' The other survivor scoffed.

They were in their bunker waiting out the heavy rain, it was almost full besides a few soup cans and bread.

One laid on a raggedy old couch and one laid on a small cot next to the other. 'So.. Do you think you completed things? I mean— obviously not it's the apocalypse no shit you can't complete things but like.. Y'know, felt fulfilled?' Said the survivor, he seemed curious as it's been long since they actually spoke about just everyday things. The other survivor sighed 'I mean.. Kind of? I don't have a bucket list so I don't think I have any goals to achieve, I'm pretty sure all I had in my book was get a job and survive and I'm doing that pretty damn well.' The survivor chuckled before going to a low hum 'Must've been nice.' The other survivor turned to look at the survivor in confusion 'What?' He asked, the survivor shrugged 'Having simplistic goals? I had a whole pint lg things I wanted to do, it's probably alot better to set my goals to normal things.' He sighed 'I wanted to start a family, skydive, travel the world.. Really everything.' He sighed again 'It doesn't feel good to just.. Not do really any of that.' He laughed.

The other survivor wasn't too happy with the respond, in retrospective it was really depressing. The survivor turned to the other side of the cot and stared off onto the crayon ridden walls of the bunker, The other survivor only watched him fall back asleep, it didn't feel right to just let him waste without watching.

It's the next day. They felt alright for the most part. apart from some bedhead action it was a pretty okay morning for them.

The other survivor got up and stretched while the other broke open a can of soup to sip. After a long time of trying to pick open the locks with a toothpick they finally got out, the sky was as grey as it was yesterday only without rain. 'Huh.. I mean, it's fine, might be hard to hunt things though' the survivor tried to squint to look at his surroundings 'Does rain make fog or is it like, early,' The other survivor looked through his backpack searching for a torch, after an irritating minute of scrounging through it he finally found it 'Thank god I didn't forget these.. But then again..' He tried to turn it on but got absolutely nothing, He groaned before searching through his bag again. An old lighter with a spider designed carved into it, It seemed vintage but nothing to be obsessed about. He lit it before flinching from the flame.

It barely lit up anything but they could at least see a path, the survivor opened a map and led the other survivor to follow and direct a light. Wanting to start conversation the survivor spoke.

'I heard theres a supply box somewhere, some girl got mauled down while delivering it. I doubt someone's claimed it yet so.. You wanna take the chance?'

'Eh.. Being mauled by a dog and taking a chance in the same sentence seems really, really, really bad.'

'We barely have anything in the bunker, what if she had bullets?'

'What? No- we're not gonna risk our lives for bullets, plus it's a supply package least they could send is bread and water and we already have loads.'

'Think about it though, what if, In theory, it's loaded with ammo and flashlight batteries and food and water and—'

'Grant. We're not gonna kill ourselves over a supply box. Also it's Torch not flashlight get your english right.'

'Oh fuck off, it's not like we're running out of food or something..'

'Because we aren't, trust me I've seen what you hid behind the boxes.'

'What?'

'A package won't last us forever, I promise you that. At least a week sure but.. I don't wanna kill myself for a box of ammo'

'Well it could last us like...A week sure, that's what we have left! That's basically the longest shortest time we live it's worth it I promise'

'Enough of the we're gonna die thing'

'Well I'm sorry I'm looking at the upside of things Mr. Ulysses'

'How in the hell is death possibly a good thing? I don't..??'

'I mean it's better than living in a cramped bunker, I can literally see you shower from the divider'

'It's literally better than dying to wolves, also— don't look at me while I'm showering, that's fucking weird'

'The hell am I supposed to do then?'

'I don't know- play the harmonica? Chess? Fuck around with some ammo?'

'Meh..'

'You want me to let you watch me when I shower??'

'If you're up to it then—'

'No! What the hell!'

'Fine.'

The two stopped talking after a while.

A good day or two later the survivor gets a bit irritated by the sound of groaning and whining from the other, Sure he's tired but not that tired.

They laid next to each other in the couch. It was night already, barely anything is lit up. Only a shitty oil lamp and a scented candle that's long since stopped smelling good. There's nothing else to do than stare at each other, the survivor looked at the others face and asked 'Why are you so tired all the time..' His tone was definitely soft, nothing to offend the other survivor just a measly little question till the night starts 'God is killing me, thanks for asking.' The survivor only chuckled.

'This is fucking weird Jon.. I mean- sure the cot is broken but, I could just, sleep on the floor?' He was willing to but the other protests 'Do you want to? We have rat poison on the floor right now, I don't think your ass can't resist at the smell of that. Licking it up like a dog' They laughed but it was pretty awkward 'No I mean, it's weird, we came so far and our first encounter was literally a mugging' the survivor was pretty right, they became alot closer after the apocalypse happened even after up's and mostly down's, No doubt they still disliked each other but it's less.. Mean now.

'It's better if we're friends than enemies, I don't think we would go better if we don't know each other.' The other one turned to look at the survivors eyes 'I think we would both be dead by now.' He smiled. The survivor only laughed before asking another question 'Do you think we would still be friends if this never happened?' He was genuinely curious but the other survivor was Hesitatant to answer

After a good while he finally did respond only with a cracked voice 'It doesn't seem likely.' He turned back to the couch and drifted off right sleep. The survivor didn't get to sleep though, only staring onto the back of the other survivor.

It's weird. They would never be friends if it weren't for the end of the world as we know it. It would be a waste of time if they even attempted to be friends if this whole thing didn't happen but.. They are friends, right here, right now.

Laying next to each other on a single couch, one watching and one resting. They don't hate each other, not now.

Right now all that matters is that they wake up in the morning, them, they wake up. Not one but both. They can't let each other die. Not now. Not here.

Survivors of the apocalypse, only a light from a spider lit lighter and food from stolen boxes.

It's not the life but it's better than not even having anything in the first place. It's nice.

Just cold cans of soup broken open with a pencil and a jug of water, some bread here and there, a checkerboard, a harmonica. One shotgun and a measly packet of cigarettes. Not the most glamorous bunker but they survived throughout so it doesn't really matter now does it. just two friends huddling for warmth in the cold dead bunker.

The world has ended. The lights are out. Everyone is dead. Miraculous Retreat to safety in a barren empty wasteland full of mutants and death.

[forest-mankey]

Old, Old man Yaoi collection

[gnawingonleonsbicep]

Do you think Leon ever sees a figure in a crowd that looks just a little too familiar? A tall frame, a head of dark, wavy hair..

And he just feels this tinge of hope. The smallest sense of excitement growing in his chest. Brief ‘what if?’s racing through his thoughts, a heavy ache growing in his heart. Not cause he felt any sorrow, no. That wasn’t it. Not yet, at least.

His heart ached with the denial-laced optimism that ran through him. An uncharacteristic feeling for the agent; he’d been dragged through hell and back, seen things the average civilian could only imagine. Whatever optimistic outlook he had on life was buried in Raccoon City, alongside himself.

Though that optimism only lasted for a fleeting moment, swept away in the afternoon breeze. Because he knew what happened back in Spain, he saw what happened — saw him take his last breath.

It couldn’t be him. After all, the dead don’t typically walk so casually amongst the living.

Do you think Leon ever spends the following evening ruminating? Do you think he thinks about those ‘what if’s? Do you think he regrets not saying his final words to Luis sooner? That he was already gone by the time he did?

Do you think he had to take a moment during his debriefing? That his eyes stung and his throat starting closing up as he spoke? A dull pang growing behind his eyes?

Do you think he spent the free time he had after he returned from Spain to process everything? That he could finally experience whatever grief he felt after suppressing it for the sake of the mission? Do you think he mourns what could’ve been if they had more time? How their bond and relationship could’ve grown?

Do you think he ever wishes it was him that died that day instead? That he carries some sense of guilt because he couldn’t save him? Because he couldn’t save someone again?

[cello-o]

Shopping for furniture <3

[punchouthottakes]

Disco Kid and Aran Ryan are the only characters that don't appear as spirits in Smash Bros Ultimate, implying that they survived Galeem's beams and therefore are the strongest beings in the Punch Out universe.

[yamamotomotoya]

「お前は多くの人を助けてできた傷を平気だと言うけれど、俺にもその痛みを分けてくれよ。なぁ…」

"You say you're okay with the scars you got from helping so many people, but please share that pain with me too. Hey…"

[seulgishaku]

Smth smth after Leo's death, Jason can only draw portraits of his face. He can't focus on shrines or temples, he won't eat properly, he can't sleep.

Hes so, so, so afraid of forgetting what Leo looks like that he cannot physically stop himself.

[prettymediocrewizard]

Epilogue 🍓🍞

And a different colour tone that's a bit more lighthearted~

[larryratman]

Last day! Happy halloween everyone!!🍂🍁

[storminaviavertical]

YamaRona was the original ShuAke all along

[forest-mankey]

Make sure to let your old men kiss before going to bed.

[melonisopod]

My personal headcanon for the WH Mirror World is that Ishmael agreed to be a maid under the Edgar Family because she knew the heir was a sickly waif of a man who would probably croak from TB in a decade or two and she can train up to face Ahab in that amount of time, but unfortunately she got really attached to the sickly waif of a man she was banking on dying young.

[myaccountisfandomcrap]

Toxic yaoi aka Nortpheus

[evilyesman]

Ok guys new drawing who here fw my with fat middle aged dilf sole survivor 🤑🤑🤑🤑

[riotgrrrlkat]

Al Saiduq/Alcor route in Devil Survivor 2 is the gayest route possible. You ignore all factions and drama to go "Yeah, sorry guys I'm siding with my alien boyfriend! See you!"

[yamamotomotoya]

ヒューゴパパ✕ハンコック市長との思ひ出。PS4のコントローラーが壊れて修理に出してFallout4がプレイできないからスクショで振り返り。

Some of the screenshots of Hancock and Hugo that I have taken so far.　My PS4 controller broke down and I sent it to Sony for repair, so I won't be able to play Fallout 4 for a while. So I'm going to reminisce a little bit with a screenshot.

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