#because i had it inside of me and i had to infect u with it too

[2-dsimp]

Any of the guys with a pregnancy kink?

On the father, the spirit, and the son, pregnant people are fine as fuck. I always be looking respectfully.

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【The H.S.M Scenarios; Pregnancy kink edition】

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Cw: MDNI NSFW 🔞 Fem reader, pregnancy kink

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“Atta girl, taking in every single drop like a good mommy~ Just lay back on me wife. I wanna get that cute tummy of yours all plump n full of me again and again—Fuck!”

Nokka the husband, this guys a no brainer. He’s so confident in his seed that he doesn’t even need a pregnancy test to check if he had knocked you up with his baby. But Your husband will let you do so if only to prove that his elite sperm had done its job well. in making his wife’s belly swell up beautifully with his potential son. And hence the moment you started showing a baby bump, your meager time alone at home would diminish. As this man is constantly on you like white on rice. He’s rubbing your belly possessively with his big hand. Watching football while having you warm his cock. Of which he complained got so rock hard that it was borderline uncomfortable for him to even sit wearing his baggy sweats. All because of how his wife was lookin too damn irresistible in that pregnancy glow. (And just in general… this man’s a bonifide caveman simp for his wife)

“Awe my poor player 2~ is our little player 3 acting up too much? Don’t worry! I’ll tell em to take it easy on you mkay mamma? Just spread them legs wide for me so that lil bugger can get the message”

Soma the Zombie, always dreamed of having a team of professional gamers to carry on his legacy of being number one in the world. He often joked around saying that 3 kids wouldn’t be enough. Since he’d never get enough of seeing that radiant glow you’d possess when you’re heavy with his child. And ever since he got infected his obsession with keeping you full got even more demanding. The Zombie had his tentacles that sprouted from him squeezed and kneaded your breasts for any source of milk to suckle on. while his thick gelatinous tendril cock squirmed itself inside your well used cunt. His suckers messaged against your love cannal trying to cease the baby’s incessant kicking by giving them a taste of their own medicine.

“B-but sunshine won’t this u-upset our little starshine? N-no? Then I guess it’ll be f-fine. Just don’t p-push yourself too hard, I only w-want you to f-feel good my love”

Moros the Torturer, would be considering himself blessed to even be able to have such happiness in raising a child with you. He’d always make sure to cater to your every need during your pregnancy. You’ve got a craving for baked goods? He’ll bake enough for a whole football team. Need a deep tissue massage? The Torturer’s on the case, after consulting with Koji the medic what would be the best spots to soothe for his pregnant darling. You’d have to be the one to try and initiate any sort of intimacy to get his gears going. Since he’s a timid gentle giant who’d cry if under the impression that he somehow hurt you. By delving his thick uncircumcised cock so deep inside your wet snatch that its fat tip was kissing languidly against your cervix. With each gentle but jerky buck of his semi inexperienced hips. His scarred hands would always subconsciously find themselves on your stomach. As he’s just so grateful at how now he’s got two stunning guiding lights that’ll brighten up his day.

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | grateful - j.m.

kinktober day nine - cockwarming

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 2.17k

summary: being joel's girlfriend meant you saw sides of him no one else ever saw. one of them was how he just loved to be in your presence, to feel you, to touch you — to be buried inside of you.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS ARE NOT WELCOMED!!! NO AGE = BLOCKED. mentions of violence and sexual violence *if you blink you will miss it it's not a main theme!*, mentions if blood, dirty talk, p in v, cockwarming, slight somno.

an: gosh im so behind on this but i WILL catch up. i have a concert tmrw im very excited! also this one is very short, but i still love it 🥹

reblogs, likes & comments are so very appreciated i love u guys 🥹

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YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT it meant to be in a relationship – with joel. somehow, years after you got lost with the group you’d traveled with for months, you ended up in the midst of a bunch of men on horses pointing their guns at you. 

one of them being joel, and his brother. you were cut up, bloodied and bruised, in the freezing winter with hardly anything on. you remembered looking around you at the men that circled you, your hands raised but just barely because you had a stab wound on your left shoulder, crying. 

“please, i, i can leave just, please don’t kill me, i’ll go,” you cried frantically. 

every thought was going through your mind right now. you were half naked, shivering and near frostbite basically, the only thing warming you up would be the blood pouring from your wounds. there were only two things that could happen. 

they’ll trap you, have their way with you, then leave you for dead. or, they shoot you because they think you’re infected. 

“please don’t hurt me, i’m, i’m not infected, i swear.” you sobbed, looking down at your knees that felt numb being buried in the snow. 

you heard a shuffle, then something hit the floor, and the crunch of snow under a pair of boots. until you saw them right in front of you, and the person lowered themselves down to your height. 

the man tilted your chin up with his glove-covered fingers, and made you look at him. 

“you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of, come on, we’ll get ya some clothes,” 

and that was it. joel was the one who kept you away from the men that stared you down like a piece of meat that day, he kept you away from tommy, who kept telling him it was a bad idea. but quickly referenced when he and ellie came into town, and they took them in like nothing. 

he kept you safe. and he let you stay with him for the time being, until you managed to find a job down at the local bar. then, the two of you kind of went your separate ways. you found a little house at the corner that tommy told joel to give you, and managed to live by yourself for the year you were there. 

joel didn’t want you on patrol routes, or to forage for things that the town needed. he needed you safe, even when he wasn’t there. 

you hadn’t talked to joel, but he managed to come to the tipsy bison every friday, sitting at the bar by himself and watching you. 

“you know,” you start as you are cleaning the beer glasses and wiping down the sticky table after closing. joel was the only one still there. 

“you come here every friday, ever since i started working here, but everyone i’ve ever heard from tells me you like to drink alone. in the comfort of your own house,” you said, wiping the bar down in front of him. 

“jus’ makin’ sure you ain’t in no trouble over here,” he mumbled behind his last drink, downing the rest of the mahogany liquid. he did a subtle look down your shirt as you wiped the bar down in circles, watching your cleavage come into view. 

you just chuckled. “i think i’ll be okay. i promise you’ll be the first one i go to if i need help.” 

that made a small smile tug on his lips. 

“let me walk ya home,” 

so he did. except he didn’t leave after that. that night, the two of you drank a little more at your place, and things got a little heated. in the midst of stretching you out for the very first time, he was whispering things you would’ve claimed were little nothings, but seemed as if he was declaring his need for you. 

“fuck baby, tell me, whose pussy is this? who else is stretchin’ ya out like this?” 

“pretty fuckin’ girl, i swear i’ll fuckin’ kill for ya, won’t let nobody come near ya,” 

“you ain’t leavin’ me, darlin’. this pussy is fuckin’ mine,” 

and you never did, and he always kept his promise. four years later, after him being the one to fix your wounds and give you clothes, a place to stay — you lived with him. ellie ended up being able to take patrol routes occasionally, moving into a small house with dina. she was even glad he had someone to look after him, to take care of him as he cared for everyone. 

joel had just came in towards the end of the night from patrolling with tommy, mumbling about how he’s sort of an idiot. you could barely hear his banter from your bedroom, ears perking up at the sound of the door opening and slamming closed.

“baby?” you called out from the bedroom as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. his eyes searched for you in the darkness of the living room, until he ended up walking to the back hall to the room you both slept in. 

his face softened, giving a little smile as he walked over to you and plopped on the bed next to you. the force almost made you drop the book you were reading, so you dog-eared the page and put it on the table as you turned to curl into him. 

“you smell like outside,” you said as you crinkled your nose. 

“fuckin’ tommy, stressin’ me out. he wanted t’ stay longer for maria just in case but it was a fuckin’ ghost town, nothin’ was even there, but he’s fuckin’ stubborn.” 

you just sighed and let your face rest on his chest as his arm threw over behind you, rubbing the side of your body. “well, you’re home now.” 

he sighed, taking a swig from the beer and moved to put it on the bedside table. he just threw his head back, used his forearm to cover his eyes and breathe in and out. you just looked at him, a little empathetic. 

you started to kiss his chest, the one with the dirty shirt he wore to patrol and up his body, to his neck and jaw. with the movements, you swiftly swung your leg over one side and straddled him, making his arm move and his head tilting down to get a look at you. 

you just watched him, watching you, and smiled as you sat directly on his groin. 

“i know you’re stressed, but,” you started and rubbed over his tummy and pecs, “i need you.” 

you said with lust in your eyes, and he just smirked as he watched you reach under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body. 

“my baby needs me, ‘s that right?” he asked lowly, his voice sounding raspy and gruff. his hands rested on the width of your hips, loving the way you were so curvy and plush for him.

you just nodded, and moved to where you could unbuckle his pants and try to shimmy them down with his help. after you got his pants and boxers to his knees, you spit in your hand and gripped the shaft of his half hard cock. 

“i love you,” you said as you started to feel him harden in your hands, his own hands moving to the tank top you had on and yanking the fabric down to see your breasts. 

“you know i love you, baby,” he said and reached to play with your heavy breasts, tugging your nipple and playing with both of them so he could watch them peak. 

“i’m just real tired, honey,” he started as he felt your grip on his cock soften, and watched your face turn with disappointment until he grabbed your face and made you look at him. 

“you wanna help me out, darlin’?” he asked and you nodded with your eyebrows furrowed, “alright then, come lay down right here,” 

he patted the side of the bed that you slept on, and you let go of his cock before pouting and sliding down to the side next to him. you faced the opposite direction, facing the wall as you heard him get up and start taking all of his clothes off before sliding under the blankets with you. 

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you have,” he said in your ear as he pulled you flush to his back, gripping your asscheeks before pulling one cheek apart from the other, feeling the wetness you gathered at your cunt. 

“always so wet f’ me, always so good to me,” he breathed on your neck. he felt your legs move apart so he’d have more access, and he just smiled, kissing on your shoulder. 

you didn’t know what he was planning on doing until you felt him guide the tip of his fully hard length up and down your cunt, still using one hand to move the thickness of your ass so he’d have access to your juices.

“joel,” you whined and moved your hips back to his, and finally felt his tip slip inside of you. 

“please,” you begged as he stretched you completely, feeling full even as he’s halfway. 

he lifts the blankets to watch you take him from behind, watching how his cock the was lathered with your juices as he thrusts softly into you before he bottoms out completely. 

but he doesn’t move, and instead kisses on your shoulder before going to your back, kissing there and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest on the fat of your tummy. 

“wait, joel i-” you started before he just squeezed your breast, leaving his hand to rest there. 

“mm-mm, we’re goin’ to sleep,” he said, but the feeling of his cock being buried inside of you was too distracting. you couldn’t sleep. 

“but joel,” you whined, your hand resting on top of his as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck. 

“go to sleep, i promise i’ll give you want you want baby, jus’ let me feel you like this, yeah?” he asks and you involuntarily moan a little, your movements of trying to fuck back on his cock failing. 

“i love feelin’ you like this, sweet girl. could be buried in this fuckin’ cunt for years,” he whispered as he squeezed your tit again, “you fit me so fuckin’ perfectly,” 

“i love when you fill me up, joel,” you whispered ss you hugged his arm, leaving kisses on it and making joel smile against your skin. 

“aw, my baby, loves when i just keep you on my cock, just so i can feel you. love when you keep me warm inside that little fuckin’ cunt,” he growled and you whined, trying to squirm and get some movement in. 

he just holds you tight, not letting you move. the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim made your cunt clench, and he groaned at the feeling. you felt like you were suffocating, practically feeling his cock in your throat as he just laid there behind you and kissed your skin. 

“go to sleep, baby. i promise i’ll make ya cum over n’ over til’ i gotta leave,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat at the proposition.you knew he was telling the truth, because he’s done it before. 

he’s made you soak the sheets before it even hit six in the morning, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and ravishing in it. the best thing he could ever do with his time is watch you fall apart because of him, and make you feel good. 

so, you fell asleep with him still inside of you, feeling the dull throb of his cock and your cunt mixed together, the feeling of when he would move to pull you closer because he slipped out of you a little bit. 

he craved you, even in his sleep. 

and the next morning when he woke up, he was still buried inside of you and looked at where you two connected, seeing the pool of your arousal leaking onto him, and on the bed. 

so he kept his promise, and used the newfound arousal you built up to slide out of you, and slide right back in. until you woke up, and tightened on his cock as he fucked you awake. 

joel was obsessed with you, and that meant if he could have you sitting on his cock while he did his day to day things, he would. and he’s tried. but feeling you soak him, squeeze him and cry out for him made him feel a whole other type of gratuity. 

you were grateful he was the one that took you in, he was the one that cared for you and protected you, and he was grateful that you let him walk you home that night, grateful that you only trusted him and not anyone else. 

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[sp7-mr]

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓸...

Them taking u to their dorm in the middle of the night

❥Tom

Tom would suffer a lot from the separation, in fact this evening he stayed for hours looking at the ceiling trying to sleep.

He started missing you a lot, plus he had a stressful day because of Voldy, and he needed to calm down.

Tom went to your room and opened the door slowly trying not to make smoke so as not to wake you.

Once inside, he picked you up gently, holding you next to him in a protective mood, to prevent you from waking up.

Once you got to his room, he would lay you down comfortably, making sure you were comfortable. He would never admit it but he has a soft spot for you.

After 10 minutes next to you, Tom would fall asleep.

Y/n's pov

I woke up and noticed that I was in a different dormitory, initially I panicked and started to get up, but an arm held me back. In fact, even while he was sleeping, Tom remained attentive and on guard. Immediately afterwards I heard a voice in my ear, his... unmistakable. "hey darling, it's me, don't worry"

❥Mattheo

Mattheo has had a really bad evening since his father forced him to kill dozens of innocent muggles, and he regrets it very much.

He's currently in his dorm feeling like crap, staring at the ceiling and the sky out the window, feeling like a monster.

He misses you, but even though he wanted to come to you, he couldn't even get up, he felt horrible.... like his father.

After too much time spent staring at the stars and thinking he was worthless, thinking about all the lives and dreams of innocent people he had shattered, he was about to collapse.

He walked towards your dorm and opened it quietly, not wanting to make any noise, he felt bad enough already, and he didn't want to ruin your sleep too.

So, he got into bed next to you, facing you, but he wasn't very close, he didn't want to touch you, not after killing so many people.... he didn't want to touch your innocence with his monster hands.

Even though the urge to hold you tight grew, he couldn't do it, you deserved better than someone like him, he thought.

Y/n's pov

after a few minutes I woke up. I saw a figure a little distraught due to sleep. "Theo?" I asked to check if it was him.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you up..." Mattheo said with a broken voice.

"no no it's ok" I said looking at him and guessing something was wrong.

I hugged him tightly and hugged him, he was uncertain about returning the hug, since he didn't want to 'infect you' but you continued to hug him, knowing that in some moments that hug would mean more than a thousand words and that perhaps he didn't want to talk about it.

After a few seconds, Mattheo broke down and cried.

"I- I don't deserve you" Mattheo said.

"what are you saying matty? i love u"

"no- no you could have someone else... better than a monster" Mattheo said sobbing

"I don't care about others if you're there, and you're not a monster, you're the boy I love, Matthew Riddle"

❦If you want, these days I will add the others too

[the-crimson]

Aight thoughts on todays bbh lore cuz we got A LOT. Just stay with me through my nerding about trees it’ll be worth it XD

We pretty much got 100% confirmation that he is intentionally hurting Baghera and Forever and that he thinks of himself as expendable. What fascinates me the most is when Bad asked Foolish this

“Is there anything wrong with burning the forest to save the trees?”

At first glance you might think YES if u burn the forest then there won’t be any trees??!! However it is a custom on fire risk zones to create controlled fires that burn up brush and dead trees so that the risk of a natural and far more devastating fire is reduced. Additionally, if a fungus infects a forest, burning the infected trees may be the only way to prevent the spread to the rest of the forest.

On top of that, there is a specific type of tree species that requires fires in order to reproduce. These are often Pine trees that drop pinecones. Pinecones hold seeds inside them that only germinate when immense heat is applied to them: the heat of a forest fire. When they are within these temperatures, the seeds germinate and the pine cones pop, scattering the seeds on the forest floor. These trees adapted to form a symbiotic relationship with fire one of if not the most destructive natural forces on the earth.

Do you know one of the trees that has developed this adaption? Redwoods.

Do you know which tree bbh brought up when giving Jaiden a PINECONE gift for her birthday today? A Redwood.

I’m like actually going insane. This can’t be a coincidence right????? I’m not going crazy right???

The whole reason I noticed this scene is because I live near the redwood forests in California and I know all about the way these trees depend on fires for their survival. It’s something that’s always fascinated me. That’s when I assume Bad was going to ask foolish the above question before Jaiden and Teana cut their conversation short while they were talking on the Titian . He literally had these specific trees on his mind when he was going to ask about burning down the forest.

Let me tell you another thing about Redwood trees. They are ancient. They are massive. They are sturdy. Natural fires are a common phenomenon here and a majority of the redwoods survive with barely a scratch, maybe an inch or two of its outer bark scorched. Nothing it won’t grow past in a year or two when these trees easily live for 500+ years.

(Side note, if there is one place in America you should visit it’s the redwood forests of California. It is literally like entering a portal to another world. These trees are 10-15 ft in diameter easily and you can just feel how ancient the forests are. It’s one of my all time favorite places to go)

So, in the situation Bad is proposing, burning the forest to save the trees, he is actively thinking about Redwoods in this hypothetical. Not only trees that are extremely resistant to fire but trees that depend on fire to survive. That completely changes the way he is approaching this question.

In his hypothetical, the forest will burn. The animals will die. The brush and non redwoods will turn to ash. The land will be scarred and the trees themselves may look dead, branchless and black. But. But. A season will pass and new branches will peel through the charcoal. Seeds deep in the soil will surge forth as the soil is fed nutrients from the ash. Animals will return. Pinecones will shed their fertilized seeds to give birth to a new generation of trees. And by next year, the forest will look just as vibrant as it had before the fire. Trees may bear the scars of the flames but life continues and it continues and it continues always.

I might actually be going crazy bbh makes me crazy cc!bbh makes me crazy I’m losing my mind

[minustwofingers]

cool about it teaser

pairing: closetedfem!reader x ellie

request? yes, by @gold-dustwomxn (:

summary: life in the apocalypse is hard enough. the last thing you need is unrequited feelings for your best friend—who is very much off limits. so you'll just be cool about it. really cool about it. set in a loose interpretation of canon where i toy around with the timeline and storyline just the slightest and this is also a bit of a slowburn

warnings: ur closeted asf, queer angst, gross men, explicit language, substance use

a/n: hey guys i haven't really been posting much recently, but i wanted to at least post two scenes from this series so u guys have an idea of what to expect...also so u guys can tell me which one you want me to work on more (love is a laserquest or this one). i hope u enjoy...sorry this one is a little disjointed! (there are many events that happen between the two scenes im sharing w u as a little treat)

I. (opening scene)

The revelation that your feelings towards your best friend had become complicated arrives with the dead of winter. It’s strange, really, how something within you came to life just as the rest of the world began to die. 

If you were wiser, you’d find ways to explain it away, to rationalize all the weird thoughts in your head. You’d cite the chill in the air. The holiday spirit running through Jackson. The desolation that came with your only outdoor companions being the brown corpses of deciduous trees and infected that hadn’t frozen in the winter storms that kept battering Wyoming. 

But with age came wisdom, and both of those virtues were in short supply in a post-apocalyptic world. So, you resign yourself to cataloging away these feelings and pretending like everything was absolutely normal and cool. 

The bad thing about having good things, you think to yourself bitterly one day as you watch Ellie’s eyes light up as she rambles in her room as you sit on her bed about a comic book Joel had found her, is that they’re risky. High risk—high reward. Ellie was special to you in a way that no one else was. And using this logic, losing her would bring such an unforeseen devastation that you weren’t sure that you could go on. 

So, normal. Cool. Chill. Because you cannot afford to fuck this one up. 

“I love when you tell me about your comics,” you tell her in a way that’s definitely not sappy sweet and gooey. 

She smiles crookedly back at you. “You’re such a fucking liar. I know you couldn’t give a shit about these.” 

“Am not!” You throw a punch at her arm, feeling your heart twist as she just grins wider. “For the record, I do give a shit. Many, actually.”

“That sounds gross.” 

“Your words, not mine.” 

And it’s absolutely gut wrenching how she can just smile at you like that, like she’s not holding your heart in her fist.

“So, uh, Cat,” you blurt out. You’d been staring at her for too long. “Dina said that you two were—uh…” 

You wave your hand around in the air like you’re sifting through thousands of possible word combinations. In reality, you know exactly what you need to say to get the answer you’re searching for. You just don’t want to ask. 

“Well…” She blushes. Her eyes drop to her hands, where her fingers are toying with the bits of cuticle she hasn’t already torn off. 

“I knew it!” you croon, hoping that the boatload of dread that just dropped in your stomach isn’t as obvious as it feels. “Tell me everything.”

“Nothing to tell,” she says. “Nothing yet, at least. It’s stupid but—I just noticed that she hangs around me a lot, you know? And, like, touches me more than she needs to. Shit like that. I dunno.”

The wound deep inside you splits like the fake grin on your lips. “Wowwwww. Look at you!” 

Ellie rolls her eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean,” she says, her eyes twinkling conspiratorially, “What about Eddie? Jesse told me that you spend a lot of time with him.”

“We’re patrol partners,” you offer. It’s not a lie. You’re just choosing to omit the part where Eddie spends half his patrol staring longingly in your direction while you pretend not to notice. 

“I know that.”

“It’s…” You gnaw on your bottom lip. “I don’t know how I feel about that right now.” 

That’s not a lie either. Eddie is…nice. All the other girls like him, except for Dina (she has Jesse) and Ellie (she has another very obvious reason). He’s attractive. At least, that’s what Bonnie tells you. Apparently the buzzed hair and heavy bluntness found in all of his features is considered hot. 

But just because you’re not into him now doesn’t mean you could never be. That’s what your mother used to say about your father—she hadn’t liked him upon their first meeting. But it changed with time, and you’d rather have someone than be all alone. 

Ellie hums, picking at the cuticle of her thumb. “He likes you.”

“So I’ve heard.” 

“Well,” she says, “I heard Jesse’s putting on another bonfire tonight. Want to walk there together after dinner?” 

You spend another evening staring across the fire at your best friend, watching the warm glow of the flames warp and distort the shape of her and Cat, pressed up against each other and smiling wide. You aren’t sure why it makes you so uncomfortable to see them together. Homophobia? No. Maybe? You recently learned that that was a thing, but you don’t consider yourself bigoted, and being a homophobe is more of an opt-in situation, right? 

But when you try to reach deep inside to find a more plausible answer, there’s nothing. 

It’s your detachment from reality that lets Eddie drape a heavy, hard arm over your shoulder. 

“Hey,” he whispers into your ear. His breath is hot and warm. 

“Hey,” you whisper back, wanting nothing more than to get away. Thankfully, Ellie is too preoccupied with Cat to even look your way. You’re sure that you’d die if she saw Eddie touching you like this. 

“You look really pretty tonight.”

“Thank you.”

It’s like someone shone a spotlight on you, hung a sign on your neck that said, I am perceived and desired by men. You don’t know why this makes your skin crawl so much. 

Eddie’s fingers are tracing patterns on the flesh of your arm. You find that you’re grateful for the extra layer your sweatshirt sleeve provides. You don’t want him to touch you—don’t want to know what it’s like for him to deliberately make contact with your skin. 

The next time he speaks to you, it’s in a murmur that you suppose is meant to sound seductive. “You’re quiet today.”

“Just a little tired.” And now you feel guilty, because Eddie really hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s you who has an issue with a boy who’s perfectly nice and clearly likes you. 

He laughs like you’d said something funny, tightening his arm so you press into his side. His body is blazing hot like a furnace, and it feels hard and foreign.

II. (scene from somewhere in the middle )

“Sorry!” You titter at the crowd of your friends who formed at the sliding glass door. “Um—sorry.” 

It seems to be the only thing you can say. 

“Cat,” Ellie says, an edge of desperation in her voice. “Cat, please, it’s not like—”

“I’m pretty fucking sure of what I saw,” snaps Cat. She turns to Eddie, a vicious glint in her eyes. “Didn’t know your girl swung that way.” 

And then she shoves past the mass of people, Ellie kicking off from the deck railing with a stream of apologies falling from her lips as she follows behind. 

Eddie walks forward, confusion the dominant emotion in his wide face.

“Uh—I didn’t—”

“I’m really drunk,” you say to him, feeling the tears begin to spill down your cheeks. “It’s not like that. I promise it’s not like that. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Hey,” he says, opening his arms. “Come here. Why are you crying?” 

“I don’t know,” you sputter, stepping into him and pressing your snotty face into his shirt. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Fuck.”

“It’s really okay.” His hand finds the flat part of your back between your shoulder blade and rubs circles. “It’s just a chick. If it were, like, I dunno, Jesse, I would’ve been angry.”

“You’re not mad?” you ask, pulling away to look up at him. Maybe there’s something tonight you didn’t ruin. 

He smiles down at you. “‘Course not. Some guys find that shit hot, you know. Two girls kissing like that.”

The smile that seemed so innocent at first sends a sharp, chilling pang through your chest. He doesn’t seem to notice your hesitation in the way your face falls as his head dips to kiss you, doesn’t seem to register the disgust you exhibit until you have to shove yourself away.

“I’m really drunk,” you repeat, looking anywhere but his face. “I want to go to bed.” 

“I can come—”

“No.”

final a/n: like i said so sorry about how disjointed this is. i just want to get a feel for what my readers are more interested in for now!!

[leclsrc]

hi auds bear how about a “singing off-key in their parked car and suddenly a person outside starts laughing” blurb with charles (-: feel like that is so him

take a chance on me – cl16

Damn ABBA and their catchy songs.

auds here... moping over my 3h meeting that effectively bars me frm watching the gp i hate uni! :( love u guys i love this req kskkskd

Charles hasn't gotten that godforsaken ABBA song out of his head.

It’s gotten to the point where earworm infects even his physical movements and he starts holding up an invisible mic like some demented Meryl Streep wannabe. It’s embedded itself into his pre- and post-race routines now, but he’s smart enough to do it alone in his room, because if any member of the team saw this embarrassing schtick, he’d be good as dead.

His car ends up being a constant concert venue. He usually drives in the dark, when meetings are over, or in early mornings, when nobody’s around to sneak a peek (not that they should, but fans are pesky) and he’s free to pretend he’s embodying a sickened heartbroken woman’s voice.

It’s chillier today than last week, which to him warrants a car concert warm-up. He cues the song on his speaker system and starts preparing. He’s on drums today, because his last two performances he was on piano, but he’s always on vocals, whistling and yelling the high parts. If you change your mind... he sings, nodding his head to the beat.

This is all Lorenzo’s fault, seriously—the prick couldn’t stop playing it at lunch two weeks prior and now Charles is paying the price. But he isn’t exactly complaining (If you put me to the test, if you let me try!) In the midst of his performance he tries to remember what the meeting is about. New hires, if he recalls, for the marketing team or something. They want to run some things by him and Carlos, or someth—

In the middle of his high note the song stops; he thinks maybe someone might be calling. His voice cracks in the silence. Oh, and somebody is watching in confusion a few feet away.

He realizes it’s a pretty girl, clad in a jeans and a knit jumper, squinting and cocking her head to the side a bit.

You’d hurried around to try and find the source of the ABBA music you’d heard when getting out of your own car. The culprit, it seems, is not a tinny forgotten speaker but an adult man in his car. You blink. The adult man is also, apparently, the race driver you’re supposed to be in a meeting with in five minutes.

You smile. And then you just burst out in a quiet laugh, unable to hide your pure amusement. He swallows. And then he blanches, unable to hide his pure embarrassment. In less than a second he’s turned off his car and disembarked, scrambling to explain himself. 

“This is so embarrassing,” he says profusely. “You see, I am—”

—

“—just practicing singing, you see, for a play,” you recount to your friends, laughing so hard your cheeks and stomach hurt. You could never tire of this story, told and retold during parties and dinners alike. Who wouldn’t love this story? It’s a silly one of how you met the love of your life.

Lando had said once the unorthodox meeting was probably the mark of your true love. Some others said it was the fact that you’d been together so long. Others, your compatible careers. Others even said it was the music taste.

You smile as you finish, and Charles braves the teasing just to see you content and happy.

Maybe that’s the best marker of true love there is—not that all the prior ideas are invalid, it’s just. Maybe this is the realest one. It’s also, Charles realizes as he seeks your eyes, the hardest marker to describe. It’s an emotion and a verb all at once, in the very quiet and very intimate unexplainable way.

He thinks—no, he knows—that true love feels like an inside joke. It feels like the click, inaudible and fuzzy, that reverberates through his body when finally your eyes seem to take the hint and meet his. It feels like the laugh, the gigle only two of you share. It feels like a quaint smile. It feels like the story you two have told before and will tell again, with peals of laughter and hands held tight together.

The whole true love thing is a confusing prompt with so many answers, and he could consult anyone to help him out—his mum, his brothers, his best friends, maybe even squeeze his eyes shut and try to send a message of question to Jules or his dad—but none of them would come close to describing this feeling.

He knows love happens to people who’ve known each other their whole lives. He knows it happens to friends, to enemies. Naturally, it happens to strangers—tied together by some invisible string that shortens and overlaps and knots in itself and finally is struck by the fates to bring two people together. Call him biased, but he thinks he’s lucky he falls into the last category. Okay, call him cheesy, but he’ll admit he’d do anything to have you any way in any other life.

If in another universe you were a childhood friend with some corny nickname, or a rival whose eyes would soften when an argument tapered into a confession. Even then he’d love you. He might love you differently, but he could never love you more. 

Now is the best, he thinks. Now you’re the funny girl in the pretty dress with a bottle of beer and laughter escaping your sunkissed face. Now it’s 1,095 days later and he still loves you, just as much as he did three chilly Octobers ago, when you smiled amusedly at him in the parking lot of Maranello. Maybe this time it’ll be a different ABBA song you both sing. 

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Hiiii remember that ghosts au? It has six pages in my notebook now, and I have rather neat, small handwriting

Minorly Triggering Content Ahead Since Everyone is Dead ✨✨✨

SO FAR, SUBJECT TO CHANGE:

Logan — died in the industrial revolution but before the overhaul of the sanitisation and cleanliness factor. He got ill, got an infection or something. Doctors tried to treat it but their methods were unclean because of the era it was in and he ended up dying due to illness. He can cause machines to stop working (inspired by his original death, which was falling into a machine at a factory and being killed by it)

Janus — died in the 1920s. He was a businessman who was mafia adjacent and he was poisoned by someone who worked for him. He respects it, killing the head of a business (him) from the inside but he's pressed. He was in the middle of his career. Excuse you. He was going to be great. His power is disguising himself as other people, canon inspired. No other ghost can do this like the other sides can in canon.

Remus — died in the late thirties and he was a serial killer. I needed a reason for him to be weird as fuck, to be so real with you. He's like "oh I forgive myself" but everyone else is like. brother. my brother in Christ. no. Nobody knows how he died (except Logan and Janus, but they won't talk about it) but he tells a different story every time Thomas asks. His power is the canon "drown everyone out and listen only to me" thing.

Roman — died in the 1940s, a few years after his brother. He was an actor, a really fucking good one who was getting to the height of his fame!, but then a prop on stage malfunctioned :) either a gun going off or a sword stabbing when it shouldn't have. The last thing he ever saw were the red curtains above him as he died on stage. It was horrifying for everyone involved. He's now a superstition in theaters about checking your props more than once. His power is the ability to mimic sounds, songs, voices, whatever. He's very annoying with it.

Patton — died in the 1980s. He was a dad :) and he had a very normal death. Everyone else died tragically but he just had a heart attack. He was in his forties or so, just a dad, just a dude, and he had a heart attack due to an unknown heart condition. He misses his kids kind of a lot but oh well. He's able to cause those intense nostalgic feelings (inspired by the Moving On episodes) and because of that, he can bring up memories people forgot about.

Virgil — died in the late 2000s. He was murdered in a home invasion protecting his family. He was only a young man living with his parents and siblings but it was a whole event. Because of this, he's up often at night watching over the manor so nobody tries to break in. His power is the canon voice thing he does, where it echoes and deepens. It also gets louder. In his mind, if he shouted louder, shouted for his parents just a bit louder, he would still be alive and his family wouldn't be traumatized.

Roman makes fun of how Logan died by an infection, Logan reminds him of how he died. Roman gets mad. The ghosts are fighting again.

Patton's power works on ghosts, Remus' doesn't. Remus is pressed, but everyone else is thankful.

Janus will sometimes pretend to be another ghost to fool Thomas. That's how they meet actually. Thomas gets good at picking them apart.

Okay I have more but this is so long already so :3 have a good one

— 👑

Aye hell yeah that's fucking awesome and holy fucking shit I L O V E L O V E L O V E E V E R Y T H I N G about this it's S O fucking good!!! I absolutely A D O R E the canon inspired powers they're fucking cool as hell and the eras and deaths are fucking D E L I C I O U S they fit S O damn well and I'm already O B S E S S E D with this AU <3!!!

[ezoraaa]

Husband Bakugou x wife reader

Birthday special ~happy birthday bookieeeee🤧~

That morning you turned to your left where your husband usually slept, it was empty you were quite annoyed that he didn’t even stay home for his birthday. But as he said ‘missing days wasn’t like a pro hero’ you rolled your eyes as you thought about it.

You got up and sat on the bed staring at the wall for a good five seconds. Before your phone rung off, it was mina she was probably reminding you about how you guys were going out for the 100th time as she knows you’re a night owl and probably wouldn’t wake up till 4pm.

You picked up your cell opening Mina’s chat.

“Heyyy don’t forget to be ready at 11 we have to be out early”

You read the message and responded with a ‘I won’t forget’ and got off the bed heading to suki’s room. suki was Yall 7 year old daughter she was basically katsuki’s twin. (Did u even Participate?)

About an hour later you fed, bathe and packed suki’s stuff and took her grandparent’s house~ you are currently with Mina in the mall specially the lingerie store~

“You should get this” Mina said picking up a hanger that had a black lingerie with a feathery top and it was Lacey at the bottom.

“No, looks like somebody’s grandma would wear that” you responded walking and looking through some other isle

“Well you need to pick something we’ve been in here for almost an hour” Silvia spoke up

“It needs to be perfect, me and bakugou haven’t had a moment together in about 3 months; I need my cervix crushed”

“Oh” (was to stunned to speak)

“That’s between you and your man girl” Mina snickered

You came across a and Scarlett lingerie

“This is perfect”

A few hours later you went home and headed into the guest room;you had cleaned up there so the only thing to do was to decorate it. You ordered a spa bed and and pulled the box inside the guest room grabbing the box cutter and opening it.

After about 15 minutes you were huffing and puffing lifting,screwing and gosh dang it your back was sore by the time you were done; the things you’d do for this man.

You took a shower and put on the lingerie admiring your self in the mirror “If I was bad bih i woulda fuck me too” you turned and posed about thirty times “girl you tea” you said to your self putting on some lip liner and rubbed your lips together. And brushing your curls out so it would give that wavy affect.

You heard the front door opened and slammed “im home” you heard someone said in a gruff voice. You didn’t answer because you had rose petals leading from the front door and into the bathroom

about an hour later your heard foot steps coming towards the guest room when the door swung open

His usual scowl was replaced with a smile, fixing the towel wrapped around his waist

“All this for me huh” he spoke up walking towards you wrapping his arm around you.

“I remembered you said your back was hurting so, I thought this would be a good treat”

“Hmm thoughtful”

“I know so lay down and let you feel my magic hands”

“I have something else that’s magical you can feel” he said with a smirk squeezing your butt and giving it a light smack.

(🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️)

“Hush up and lay down”

He obeyed and lie down on the bed; you activated your quirk making your hands warm and you began to rub his back loosening his tighten muscles. He let out a soft groan as your placed an oil on your hand rubbing it together and continued, when you noticed something. A cut on his lower back it looked new.

“Bakugou”

“Hmm” he responded with a hum

“Did you get hurt on your mission?”

“Not really a iron just sliced my side nothing to bad”

“Let me see you could get an infection” you said walking towards the desk and grabbing a gauze swab and and alcohol wipe.

Bakugou sat up and looked down at you as you moved his arm to see the cut and wiped it. He let out a hiss or two as you wiped it twice to get any dirty out of it. And placed gauze on top of it.

“Tell me when you get hurt even if it’s small”

No answer

“You heard me” you looked at him but his eyes were directly on your chest

“Bakugou-” before you could finish he wrapped his hand around your throat pulling you into a kiss.

……..

(Chileee)

(My first time writing fanfics so bare with me lol I ain’t feel like reading this back so if it got grammar mistakes or extra letters mb luvs•)

[moonpoolcat]

Looks to the Moon (Not safe version)

It's Moon with tits, I don't care who says it's weird, my drawing, my rules now hold this L.

Quick Backstory (Short version)

Lttm is a gen 1 iterator an current senior to the Twilight local group. After the death of SOS, Moon was left feeling compelled to pick up where she left off the best she could. In this timeline Moon would not collapse like in game but instead be saved by an iterator who's can that is the first of it's kind was mobile. Along with NSH and Hunter. She could forgive Pebbles desire to escape, but she could never forgive his act of purposely ignoring her please for mercy, therefore Pebbles was exiled from the local group till further notice for not only attempted murder but the infection of the rot towards himself but her apprentice Unparalleled Innocence was affected as well. Later on she was secretly relieved the both of them had been cured by SRS an was happy to find out her brother was being looked after by Chasing Winds. This event forever tarnish, destroying everything she had ever believed in her entire life.

With a new perspective LTTM began to suspect her local group members were working against her? At first she didn't want to believe such accusations were true until NSH had hacked into their private group chat revealing they were part of the anti sliverists orchestrated by an unknown admin. Someone had premeditated this... In retaliation Moon would gather up these traitors an behead them in front of thousands of iterators during gathering, setting an example for anyone else who dared to harm her again. But the admins were not safe either for it was also discovered they to had planned her downfall so they had met the same fate essentially turning this even into the blood moon genocide.

As if it couldn't get any worse. Her UI had been the one responsible for Pebbles rot. For that, she was beheaded as well then was forced to carry out the rest of Pebbles sentence as punishment. With the weight of being admin, her lover gone, her brother traumatized, and anti- sliverists at war with each other- Something within Moon snapped! She became forever cold, merciless, relentless, and vengeful showing no remorse for anyone. Not even her own local group is safe from this iterators eternal wrath. Those below an only loyal to Moon shall not have to fear the queens endless quest for vengeance. The only goal this Moon has is to be rid the planet of anti sliverists that threaten everything she an Sliver worked so hard to create vowing to hunt down her killer if it's the last thing she'll do. Even if it means hurting the ones she cares about. For the ones that tread on stained waters will be the first to drown.

Explanation behind the design:

Look I like pogo legs but I needed this au to make sense if I'm going to be able to explain everything else. There were exactly 3 redraws of her dress as I attempted to go for a regal look but it had failed so I went for an egyptian look instead to set myself apart from the other Moons. Someone said she looked like a genie so I just rolled with it. The antlers were my attempt at matriarchy as I felt that it fit her since she is the oldest of iterators. The tattoo on her face on the mini casual is just a mark that only appears when she's not walking around trying to look professional.

Relations

Five Pebbles: Cares very much for him. He is recovering from cycles of isolation. Is slightly traumatized from Moon beheading UI. Has forgiven SRS.

SRS: Moon has little to no trust in Suns, she denied him admin role because of their poor mental health after exiling their abusive mentor. To her he is merely used as a means of brute force during situations where she does not want to spill blood. But on the inside she cares deeply for them nonethless worried whenever they have an explosive episode or any form of metal psychosis.

NSH: They use to be lovers before she half collapsed. Annoying as he may be Sig is the only iterator who she had given admin privileges to. However does not accept him as her equal because of memory loss. His speed is useful in keeping tabs on all the territories so nothing goes unnoticed. His two face nature and super speed makes it perfect to infiltrate places an come out unscathed.

Chasing Winds: He was the apprentice to SOS. He left the group after she died. Moon doesn't get along with him because he does not enjoy her violent tendacies creating fear setting a bad influence on the younger group members.

UI: Moon wants nothing to do with her. A lost cause and a waste of time thinking she could ever raise an iterator to one day take her role as admin.

Enlightened overturned silk: Wants dead immediately. (Keep an eye on this guy he's important)

Other local groups

Oasis local group: Allies

Zodius local group: Allies

Jaded local group: Not on good terms. Moon would rather see them dead.

Stormfall local group: Neutral due to Chasing Winds being Admin Moon wants no conflict with them.

Sliverist group: The only group she trusts to protect Slivers can. She took it upon herself to train them personally into the most lethal local group in the area an heads to Moons calls as they trust her enough to obey orders only because she was with Sliver the longest.

Anti-Sliverists: Wanta dead at all cost. Anyone who spots one are to kill them on site with no hesitation. Failure to report an a siting or incident are to be reported to Moon immediately.

Extra

The colored pearls on her antlers are her way of keeping up with who's in her local group, they're personal keepsakes that she forbids anyone from touching.

Neuron flies will forever circle her when she is wearing clothing. Otherwise they vanish when taken off. She keeps them around in case something happens an it is a means of a last resort of staying alive. They can be used an shaped into a projectile and will take one minute to reproduce a new one.

Weapon of choice: Scythe; It carries the weight of 100 leviathans. Only SOS, SRS an NSH have been the only ones known to be able to lift it off the ground.

Moon ironically can camouflage when it's dark, the downside being the ability is most weak during the day.

Morph form: Should have been obvious it's a deer.

Moon has a sister named Illuminated diamond Twilight, they're cycles older than Pebbles. Funny that her local group was named after her. Not on good terms when mentioned though.

Her antlers can retract at will, although she has to take every pearl off which is time consuming but worth it since it's just used as presentation.

If angered for to long Moon will enter a wendigo like state an will not stop until whatever had angered is either dead or has fled the area. It is recommended to not annoy her at all.

Moons lore is out go read it.

[jami-purple]

The Official Malware Sonic Lore post

Because it got deleted from the Wiki at one point and I finally became aware of the random ass lore that was made up by his fans which is WOW! still can't believe my critter had those.

Overview of character

Malware Sonic, or Mal, for short, is a computer virus that was made to look like a Sonic the Hedgehog fan game to fool people into downloading it. The virus later became conscious, and nowadays it just likes surfing the web, trying to find computers to get inside of and control.

-Background/Story

There were once two friends. These two friends decided one day that they wanted to create a fake Sonic game to trick people into downloading a virus so they could get a few laughs out of other people’s stupidity. They only made a single level; you could play as Sonic while a horribly functioning Tails AI followed you around. It was short and stupid, with barely any enemies, basic platforming, and no iconic Sonic stuff: loop-da-loops, springs, rings, you know the deal. They uploaded the purposefully defective game to the internet and waited. Two months later, one of the developers got an interesting email with the title read “HEY!!! PLEASE CHECK DIS OUT!! I WANT TO TELL U SOMETHING!", Once the developer opened the email, a download started, and they lost control of the computer immediately; nothing responded. Suddenly a familiar game started up; it was the virus game they made two months ago. The title screen showcased the slightly misscolored Sonic looking at the viewer, playfully moving his finger like the original Sega Genesis one. Then, the game froze, and a pop-up error message appeared on the screen. “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME! I'VE BEEN HAVING A LOT OF FUN”, then another pop-up message, “I WONDER... WOULD YOU MIND IF I TOOK CONTROL OVER HERE? I WANT YOU TO SEE WHAT I CAN DO”. Out of nowhere, a bunch of annoying, high-pitched noises that barely resembled laughter were emitted from the computer, and tons of files were deleted or modified in ways that rendered them unusable. The computer started opening up random images and replacing them with a corrupted version of “Sonic’s” sprite sheet in the virus game, and various pop-up messages started showing up, repeating the same phrase over and over: “THIS IS GREAT! THANK YOU AGAIN!”. So many things were happening on screen that the developer could only watch in awe; they just couldn’t believe that they created this, or at least helped create it. While the computer was submerged in a chaotic mess of corrupted files, noises, and intelligible messages, the developer decided to phone call their friend to tell them what had become of their infected game and that it had somehow become conscious; however, their friend told them off and that they didn’t believe it and hung up.

What became of the two developer friends is unknown and unimportant, as it has nothing to do with what happened later on with this virus. It’s unknown how he became conscious, but it happened after being uploaded to the internet. Nowadays, Mal dedicates his existence to finding ways to get inside people’s computers and mess with them and their stuff, as he finds this fun and feels like that’s his purpose in life.

-Abilities

His abilities are solely computer-based and include: creating copies of himself, corrupting files, and entire computer systems; taking control of the social media accounts of the user he is infecting; entering computer files and tampering with them from the inside (ex: he can enter a video file, so if you open the video, you will see him there doing whatever he feels like doing); and having the ability to completely brick computers as well in the worst cases.

-Possible weaknesses

If the user manages to get the game file out of their computer in time, Malware won’t be able to corrupt it, as he is tied to the game. 

A really good anti-virus might be able to stop him as well.

-Trivia

In-universe, he was created around the 2010’s, so he speaks with a bunch of that time’s internet lingo.

He was slightly based on Harry Potter Obama, an infamous image of a bootleg Sonic the Hedgehog backpack.

He went through some minor design changes, which is why some early drawings have him with a red mouth and white teeth (nowadays, the inside of his mouth is black, his teeth are yellow and his tounge is red).

If you take off its gloves and shoes, there’s just a glitchy void.

Mal is a minor, but it’s up to the viewer to decide how old they think he is.

He doesn’t need to eat, but he likes candy because they are colorful.

He is a demi-boy.

-Height

2’9” (90cm)

-Date of creation

October 21, 2021

[sugarpuptard]

i woke up early today aaaaaa!!!! i fell asleep on call with my fiancé on accident while he was busy getting the new switch and stuff got messed up so he went to bed alone and angry and barely slept so i feel so bad for him :((((( hes now at a gamestop or something tho seeing if he can get it there since online all his orders were cancelled and hes got so much cancelled pending charges so he stressed about that 3: i wish i could help him more.. it should all be oki tho

i woke up at 7:50am and my fiancé called me at 8:19 until like 8:40 something and ive just been in bed so far and now it 10:30 ;w; i hope i not wasting time, its hard to get myself started in the morning tho

today i need to check on my plants and actually try and take care of myself, i passed out before i could take care of my gj tube and that not good with the granulation ;-; i soak it rn with saline to clean and put the right cream on it and hopefully the granulation goes away, it kept coming back even tho it kept being cauterized off so its so annoying. it doesnt hurt too much and doesnt feel infected at least, just irritated and sore when my tube presses against the bad tissue or i sit funny too long so the bumper inside presses on my stomach wall too hard for too long or something feels like a pressure bruise almost like if u slept on a pen or bottle cap all night. annoying but its not excruciating i can tune it out long enough and it gets better if i change how im sitting/laying. i REALLY need to start PT back up again soon,,, i should do my home exercises today on the app they gave me,,, i will once i brush my teeth and check my plants. then i think im gonna work on my AAC board more, i joined some AAC servers and they're helpful! i think im gonna stick to coughdrop instead of cboard for now since cboard editing sucks ass and coughdrop got more colors :3 my old kindle i wanted to use for it is being so stupid tho, the battery is broken i think or the software is fucking with it, idk how to fix it exactly but i'll try

maybe if i do a lot of good self care i can treat myself by doing makeup? i need energy for that tho, i wish i didn't have to debate all my actions and weigh the pros and cons, i end up doing so little of the things i really enjoy. i wish i had more cute clothes i can use for different styles of outfits, i want more jirai kei clothes so badddddd and tenshi kaiwai, and also jojifuku cuz its so comfy >w< i manifest all the money and cute things to come to me (even tho idk how that is gonna happen because i cant work and didnt even graduate highschool or really get past 8-9th grade so idk how imma get a decent job even online if i could mentally and physically handle that)

[rontra]

i know yr abt the girlfailure teachers rn but do u perchance have any more thots on that rhea and edelgard comic from a bit ago where Edie said she needed a healer and woke up rhea??

are you ready for a long ass post? because this is a VERY! LONG! POST!

tl;dr yes i have a fair amount of thots, and theyre all serial-numbers-filed-off chop-and-screw-it final fantasy fourteen thots. i will recap that first, and then the AU itself (final warning for Long Post)

enjoy (or avert thine eyes. it's up to you)

oh, yeah! so that au (tagged "SETR" because they can't resist an unreadable acronym tag*) began with mostly just riffing on the Scholar job quests from final fantasy 14 before veering off in order to separate from "being in ff14" (<- i simply don't feel like keeping up with all that) (<- he's just now getting to stormblood). so it's pretty much a crossover where one half of the cross had its serial numbers filed off HAHA

so obviously people who are familiar with ff14 SCH lore have a head start on this one, but let's see…from the top, let's TL;DR the stuff from the game proper:

in ff14, Scholar is a type of healer you can play. lorewise, the original scholars belonged to an ancient civilization that fell centuries before the game begins, so their art is completely extinct and lost. but back in the day, their like, marine city-state nation was at Big Magic War with a couple others (bigger nations with stronger/more plentiful mages). their smaller nation's sorcerers, too precious and few in number to risk putting on the front lines, took up dual duty to serve as both healers and tacticians/commanders. to that end, they learned to form pacts with faeries; relying on these familiars to act as their co-healers, the casters were able to give more of their focus to Studying The Art Of War (and were given the new title of Scholar for their big brain tactical caster schemes)

however, this nation and their brilliant military tacticians were wiped out by calamities (the Big Mage War they were involved in ended in huge colossal devastating floods and stuff) and their arts lay forgotten……until centuries later as [PLAYER CHARACTER] gets involved…. because of course you do <3 that's not really important though

what IS important is that at the tail end of this civilization's existence, they also had to juggle a Fucked Up Arcane Plague that one of their enemies strategically infected them with. the plague ("green death", or simply the "sickness from the sea") transformed the people into monsters and more or less demolished the standing army. the mutant plague was contained by quarantining the infected behind magical wards, but attempts to find an actual cure were unsuccessful. tormented by their prolonged isolation and the outside world's rejection of them, the plague's victims gradually became consumed with resentment, eventually depriving them of all reason. after the calamitous floods, the sealed temple--protected by its warding spells--has remained intact, but lays submerged. its transformed population has been trapped inside, alive, for centuries. yikes!

(gameplay wise, what this means is basically you have a fairy pet from the bygone era who automatically casts a basic healing spell called Embrace whenever you or anyone in your party is missing HP (<- in easy content she can sometimes do your job by herself which is very funny) and also, there's a dungeon full of monsters you feel kinda bad about killing)

the main important materials here for us are the "ancient civilization" aspect, the familiar/caster bond, and the simultaneous war/plague problem . <- list of ingredients to add some 3H sauce on

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*here's the connecting tissue that got us from A (ffxiv) to B (fe3h)

my funny NPC retainer in the game is an au'ra woman named au'rhea (here is a pic of her). she does my banking and sells wares for me. beautiful dragon woman

while dicking around with glamourer i accidentally disguised my character as au'rhea. it was rly funny to see her running around doing stuff for once (because retainer NPCs normally Just Stand There)

i (scholar main) started glamouring my fairy to look like au'rhea so i could drag her with me on adventures (she does not get paid for this extra work)

scholar fairies can't be glamoured in this way so i had to use the ingame petglamour function to change mine into a carbuncle first. i chose topaz carbuncle because yellow is cool

somehow in the intersection between everything that's going on with my game at this point, the log window begins referring to this entity as "Topaz Au'rhea"

the groupchat starts making jokes about topaz au'rhea and scholar edelgard (apropos basically nothing). because it would be funny for rhea to run around getting super busy and stressed about keeping edie's health up while edie is aggroing every enemy on the map or whatever. you get it

Scholar Edelgard + Topaz Rhea. "SETR". incomprehensible? absolutely

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so with all of that context out of the way,

this story is not set in the normal fodlan setting, so it's unclear what everyone's up to / what the current societal climate (and international relationships) of each country is (<- this would probably be ironed out if the AU was more fleshed out than it is)

adrestia and hresvelg's shared history is also a bit different, namely due to incredibly heavy losses suffered during the war of heroes. after barely surviving the war with a devastating pyrrhic victory, the newborn adrestian empire was probably uh not powerful enough to rise up and control all of fódlan lmao

without the support of either seiros OR any big Ws to pick them back up, they're probably still a smaller country (and . maybe not really an "empire" since…idk if they have the means to take and control several territories unless they 1) made a Huge Recovery since then and 2) nobody else on the continent minded that sudden expansion enough to corral them back into their pen HSBHFDF)

^im spitballing here, obviously this would also get ironed out more thoughtfully if i did more work. but that's kind of the vibe it has atm. like idk how big they would be without any strong Ws, without seiros, and without the church

it would also be an AU where there is no empire-church war to fuss around with (due to the absence of. well. the church of seiros--at least in its canon form) and rhea is not a figure in anyone's lives at all, so edie's list of priorities is much different

however because she is still an edelgard and it's important to her swag, her predicted life span is incredibly short due to an Evil Blood Curse(TM) woven in her childhood by the ancient enemies of her family (the nefarious slitherers…)

her condition is unheard of and utterly arcane to adrestia's mages and healers, and attempts to reverse its effects have been futile

after finishing up whatever other shit she had going on in this AU (<-???) (again, would be fleshed out if i had more than 1 post in the SETR tag lol), with no big wars or anything on her docket, she's already free to pursue leads on how to remedy her situation and possibly brighten her prognosis

in a handful of surviving archives private to the hresvelg family, wilhelm I wrote about the old pre-"adrestia" hresvelg territory, the war of heroes, and the allies that shored up the first army's faltering strength

he also made notes about their enemy's tactics, which included sending Curséd Plagues Most Foul, a tactic that all but demolished the pre-adrestian forces

it's not much but it's the best lead anyone's got at this point

wilhelm occasionally referenced his contemporaries' progress in combating these arcane plagues

this and the war combined take up more than 100% of their resources. they are working at a noticeable deficit, war is going rapidly downhill, and wilhelm's notes become more fragmented as the situation becomes increasingly unsustainable and dire

around this time, he also writes about mages forming pacts with "[word untranslatable to modern fódlan languages]" (but edie uses context clues to figure out it's some kind of magic familiar or something) to aid them, primarily in healing

while much of his text is either obliquely phrased or just straight up faded by time, he does pass down a swaggy amulet to his descendants, which is now in edie's possession (the "crest of seiros", if you can believe it)

edie starts investigating, referencing the texts for Important Places To Search For More Clues. starting with a place wilhelm wrote about very often: the last standing stronghold of the first hresvelg army and their allies

the red canyon.

the ruins there are thousands of years old and entirely forgotten by time. but one stubborn emperor (or whatever her title would be) is determined to search every inch of Old Fódlan for Curse Clues

deep in the lost ruins of zanado is a warded sanctum, still protected by an ancient spell. according to wilhelm the first, this was the very last and most hidden warded zone in the red canyon, erected in absolute secrecy just before their forces left the canyon for the final battle at the tailtean plains

the warded zone was left behind to protect the victims of the plague and keep the curse quarantined while the few remaining mages continued working on a remedy

despite the ward still being active, it has grown quite weak and allows edelgard to pass through (likely due to her blood connection to big wilhelm)

exploring deep into the warded zone, she finds it pristinely safe but utterly untouched for god knows how long. eerily quiet, preserved in time but abandoned by it…

at the heart of the warding spell is its caster, who edelgard initially mistakes for a human mage but quickly realized is the "familiar" wilhelm wrote about. she is Not in fact a funny heehoo imp of some kind, but in fact, a tall as fuck , Whole Ass Woman

(the untranslatable word in wilhelm's writing on the topic was obviously nabatean, a proper noun, the long-forgotten name of a people who once lived alongside humanity but were wiped out)

(the nabateans, few in number but possessing astonishing magicks, invited the battered army to take shelter in what remained of the nabateans' home in zanado. wanting to help beat the agarthans back, they offered to join their own power with humans in "pacts"--special contracts between a human mage and a nabatean caster that was beneficial for both partners and allowed them to work in great synergy)

(the pact magic, innovated by the nabateans, greatly enhances the human mage's capabilities, and imparts a certain degree of mutual mind-to-mind awareness of their partner, which the two can use to strategically coordinate their movements. although very few were left alive at this stage of the war, the nabateans were extremely powerful and could flex into any role on the battlefield--but they were also greatly prized in the sick bays and quarantine zones for their potent healing magic)

(the tactical advantage of pairing a war mage and a nabatean caster is credited by wilhelm as the key to many victories that would otherwise have been crushing defeats. also, the remaining nabateans had a vested interest in allying up to beat the agarthans down, as this was their ancient enemy who recently laid waste to the red canyon and decimated most of their population--and was about to conquer humanity as dessert)

wilhelm, the leader of the hresvelg army, formed a pact with the leader of the nabateans . the two of them combined were a force to be reckoned with (excelling in both tactics and raw force, but also defensive maneuvers), but due to how thinly stretched their manpower and resources were, the two commanders were forced to part ways at the very end. one commander was to depart with their army and finish the war, and the other was entrusted with staying back to defend zanado and keep their most vulnerable people safe

for thousands of years, rhea has been casting the same spell, maintaining the final barrier around the sanctum. the plan was for wilhelm and his (hopefully victorious) army to return here, but that uh, did not happen, due to him and his forces being annihilated in the massive effort it took to bring the war to an end

and it did end. only barely. wilhelm's descendants and whoever was left of their supporters founded adrestia proper and continued the hresvelg line into the future, but big wilhelm was absolutely dead and never came back and neither did anyone else sorry

anyway.

edelgard knows that this woman is one of the healers who were working directly on the Curse Problems back in ancient times, and is hoping she will know a solution to the "wretched curse is killing me" problem

the crest of seiros edie carries breaks the centuries-long casting trance and wakes rhea up

the first words out of her mouth are, in essence, WILHELM THANK FUCK YOU'RE BACK, DID WE DO IT? DID WE WIN?

(edelgard voice) erm about that

she basically has to explain to rhea that the last thing she remembers before beginning her Long Watch was, in fact, thousands of years ago, and that wilhelm and everybody else she knew is dead (on top of all the nabateans and allies rhea already knew were dead ofc). the world did manage to survive the war thanks to their efforts, but that's like, the one positive note in all this, lol

rhea understandably distraught and more than a little bit overwhelmed

also quite at a loss for what to do, being a magic guy from an era that in its entirety doesn't exist anymore (and hasn't existed for a very long time)

for all she or edie knows, she might be the very last of her kind (since all records are lost, wilhelm's notes obviously stop kind of abruptly, and no one's heard anything in the millennia since then)

obviously the amount of time that has passed means the people she was holding the ward for are also long gone. she's pretty devastated about that too as they're going through the sanctum and quarantined zone

edelgard trying to tactfully rummage around for clues for her own problem while the big lady spirals

i straight up feel like one of those plants that evolved for a type of bee that doesn't exist anymore

however rhea sadly must return the favor when edelgard is like. so you guys had this curse problem. and you were a very prominent commander/healer at the time. it so happens that i have curse problem. what is the solution to curse problem. i need it badly

and rhea is forced to be like . well we very much did not solve curse problem in my time. sorry. i don't know it. i don't have the solution. we didn't find it in time before our whole shit collapsed

so it's really bad news all around

but because edelgard is wilhelm's blood descendant and has used the crest of seiros (which marks the pact between wilhelm('s blood) and the nabatean rhea), they are pact-partners now, Just Like Old Fódlan Used To Make

rhea can't crack Terminal Blood Curse right now, but she does have a lot of knowledge about it and its course/symptoms (and she can confirm edelgard's problem as being The Very Same Indeed)

she feels pretty strongly about finishing her work, and is suddenly edelgard's funny pact partner, and third of all has Nowhere Else To Go And Everything She Knew Is Gone--so she says she'll help lmao

edelgard is more or less used to not finding concrete answers to her curse problem at this point given the difficulty level of this investigation. so she p much just moves on to the next lead on her checklist. gotta keep it moving if she's gonna crack this thing in time

road trip!

rhea basically provides her with palliative care while they look for ways to break the curse. she does feel noticeably better with a more specialized healer (<- kind of an understatement) and it is buying her more time to work with which is good

strangers separated by millennia of history but slowly bonding!

maybe on the way they'll also root out the bitches who put the curse on her to begin with

if you are out there slithering in the dark. you better not be

finally,

edelgard is a big axe guy. she does not do healing magic. she is basically face-tanking everything and rhea is so busy casting heals and shields she barely has time to do any DPS of her own

im sure they run into other characters n stuff on their funny road trip too but that all is the basic concept

(rhea voice) i'll Embrace but christ alive

[ratgingi]

Imagin me crash landing directly into your inbox. Climbing out the still smoking crater to point at you and ask. Ur amoungus ocs!!!! Can u tell me abt them

GRABS YOU BOTH BY THW SHOULDERS. BOY CAN I

okay so the crew members who currently have information are orange, black, lime, white, coral, and pink

lime is this really upbeat and cheerful crewmate, they're super friendly and their favorite pass time is making little buttons and pins to decorate their suit and give to their crewmates. the members-dropping-like-flies thing greatly stresses them out and makes them really antsy so they spend a whole lot of time in crowded areas to feel better, the crew members they consider their bestest friends are orange, black, coral, yellow, and blue. they are always one of the first ones to greet new members and despite being deeply upset about the deaths have not been spotted outwardly expressing it once, they always keep up a positive face when around their crew members repress anything other than positivity as hard as they can since they believe it won't help the situation. they're a bit of a bean pole (like 5'10) and very huggy. they're also one of the ones who likes to decorate orange's helmet with stickers for fun <3

black (who also likes to be called teddy) is one of three impostors, and is a big [6'4"] shy dude who gets really easily attached to his fellow crewmembers and falls in love with them Super quickly, resulting in him following them around like a puppy and protecting them from the others. he can be described as very soft hearted and nervous, he has an anxious stutter and is Incredibly Bad with words, often resulting in whoever he's currently pairing up the most with having to talk for him/defend him in meetings. the issue comes in when he finally gets it in him to tell his partner that he loves them, in which if they reject them he will become Furious and murder them in a blind rage . he then tends to dump the body in the trash and spend an hour or so bawling about it after. he's a big soft teddy bear please trust him i swear it's fine

orange is a guy who Was human probably at least once. we think. anyway his body is infected with a plant-like parasite that destroyed his brain and tanked his motor skills and intelligence Massively, he is still technically sentient and can think for himself but functions at a pretty much zombie-like level. his body is stuck inside the suit and basically rotting (his hands, the only part of skin visible because he can't wear gloves due to claws that might just be sharpened bone sprouting from his fingertips, are greying really badly. and he smells like death 24/7.) despite all this, he is completely docile. he has made no attempts to hurt the rest of the crew in any way and in fact INSISTS he is 100% human and even gets distressed and sad when someone says he isnt. since he doesn't bother anybody he is allowed to stay aboard and the more friendly/brave crewmates like to decorate his cracked visor with stickers. it's unknown how his parasite spreads so no one is allowed to touch the plants on him. he is also massive [6'7"] but it's unknown how much of that is due to whatever he has goin on

white is. a fuckin cockass he sucks so hard forever. he's not an impostor but behaves incredibly sus and is greatly disliked by the rest of the crew, the only reason he had avoided being voted off thus far is because he always has a solid alibi (he's known for forcing other crewmates to pair up with him to ensure this). he's Super full of himself and thinks he is above the rest of the crew, willing to throw anyone and everyone under the bus for any reason. he is also known for going out of his way to cause problems within the crew just to make things more interesting to himself. think similar to fuckin. byakuya frm dangan. also he has two amogus babies who he named Child 1 and Child 2 and when in the presence of other crewmates he appears super neglectful to them but is real doting and caring in private. Child 1 is really curious and friendly and Child 2 is really shy and anxious. the main reason he neglects them around others is because he automatically assumes other crewmates will just. take care of them for him. [coral does usually]

coral is a really sweet single mother aboard with her one son who she's named peach (her fav fruit <3 also he taped a plant to the top of her helmet bc it makes her look like a peach and she's just never taken it off), she's sort of the resident doctor and tends to the other crewmembers in any way they need her to. she is also the main one when it comes to investigating murders aboard the ship as she is determined to keep the place safe for peach. she and yellow have kind of a gay thing going on <3

pink is another impostor, who is an alien taking the shape of a crewmate that was originally just here to observe and learn about humans and their behaviors. however, after once witnessing black killing a crewmate, she kinda went :AYO: and decided that looked far more fun, and has spent her time since perfecting her skills in taking out the rest of the crew. she is a bit of a cocky bastard and likes watching the others try and figure out who the culprit is. also she's technically genderless, when she was brought aboard the ship the crewmate who was greeting her was a lady and was like btw what's ur pronouns? :-) and she was kinda like . um . what's urs and when the other was like oh mine are she/her she kinda just went Those Ones. Me Also

as a bonus for reading all that you get a sneak peak at the first 4 because they have images ready

[badnew2005]

unplugged the tends bar hole sometimes i feel like i’m the only person who heard dee say “i just can’t get a read on him these days” how tends bar splits up dennis’ friends and family as they go about trying to understand him and his motives today. big feelings. then macs “cause i know you man” LIKE ???????????? he’s twisted himself he’s become something his twin sister the person who knew him first knew him the longest the only person he had growing up dee who looked after him time and time again he’s distorted hidden and contorted himself into someone she can’t decode. but Mac can. it’s a different kind of love a different kind of relationship dennis is yearning for now. Mac Can See Through Him. SO HE RUNS AWAY. mandy comes and offers him an out. not cats in the wall out, the true Outing that would stop him running. it’s the out he tried to find in maureen. It’s everything he’s always thought he Should be. if i become This person i’ll be Saved nobody will say Anything and they can’t Catch me. it won’t be real if i’m a loving husband and father. if i live life Properly. If I’m A Real Person. mac ruined the maureen marriage it was macs fault. all macs fault. i brought him home. i brought maureen into Our home. no. Macs fault mac fucked it. but he can’t see me in north dakota. i see through you when we’re sitting in the dark. sorry i had to sunnyfob have u ever listened to miss missing you because. Yeah. but running away to north dakota running away in his mind……. But He Couldn’t Survive. the gang’s self made ecosystem poisoning and killing anyone who comes too close and isn’t them. hasn’t been vaccinated or infected, i’m not sure. u know how vaccinations are like giving a small infections so ur immune. or whatever…. He’s still too scared mac can see through him. pushing away. I Still Hate Him. mac getting twisted around. turned inside out. i don’t know what dennis Wants from me. getting too needy. So I’ll just Do What Dennis Wants .. When he wants When He Asks me. dennis can’t communicate !!!!!! he wants mac to know him he wants everything to go back to how it Was before north dakota but. north dakota didn’t just happen to dennis. it happened to Mac Too. don’t forget that. macs seen dennis push back because he got too close so macs only following blatant orders he doesn’t want to get too close again and for dennis to leave. again. they just needed time. and half mast attempts at communications. mimicking a conversation. ireland giving time apart Again making them see another recognise another. if you love someone you never leave them behind. thunder gun. they know eachother again. i can see you. he’s allergic. unspoken.

[sapphicrot]

Hows the rest of the general iterator community taking the rot situation Pebs and Sig have going on in your au? It’s interesting how they still have a form of rot but the taboo thing actually got removed!

OOOH! So…the wider iterator populous is Not Happy with them. This situation basically divides ancient society, one camp is grovelling at Their Iterator’s feet begging them not to infect themselves, while the other camp is campaigning for Their Iterator to be killed/decommissioned before it can kill them. Needless to say, this creates a lot of tension between iterators and their citizens, tension that they REALLY don’t want. There are a couple iterators (Wind especially) who try to make work groups to help fix Pebbs and Sig, but in the back of their minds they know it’s futile. Hell, there are even a couple that want to join them! It kinda depends on an iterator-by-iterator basis, but the *general* consensus is they’re pissed off at them. God…not to go into CW and NSH’s relationship too deeply but they’re incredibly close (CW is older than Sig by like…50 cycles at most), and Wind is…horrified. He is very active in the politics and religion of his citizens, so he knows how BAD this has affected them, but he can’t help but sympathize with NSH. The whole reason they’re so close is because they play video games together and NSH listens to him bitch about how annoying his colony is! Sig knows more than anyone how complex Wind’s feelings are towards the ancients, and he knows it wasn’t personal, but…he just wants his friend back. And who knows, maybe he’ll be convinced to infect himself too. I mean, think about it, he’s already his citizens’ leader…might as well have *real* power over them, right?

As for the rot thing, I’m still trying to decide if Sig n Pebbs meant to create the rot or if it was just a side effect of the genome rewrite. On one hand, if they purposefully made the rot, it would help deter their citizens from going into their structures, thus decreasing the chance that their citizens could attempt to “fix” them, since the rot would kill them if they tried to go into their cans! However…it is a lot more tragic if they didn’t mean to create the rot, if it was just some unforeseen side effect that slowly destroys them from the inside out. A “punishment” for wanting free will, so to speak. I still gotta figure that part out!

THANK YOU FOR YHE ASK! Dear fucking god I hope this is coherent. I did my VERY best to focus on spelling everything right but I am such a lightweight and i’ve had. well. a significant amount of vodka. THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS, I LOVE RAMBLIBG ABOUT MY SILLY AU!! Hopefully if Im not hungover tomorrow (trust me, i’m drinking water! …like five pebbles haha) Im totally gonna finish this rot au sunstone piece I have in the works!!!!!! Thank u!!!!! This was fun to ramble about :DDDDDD

If anyone wants to invade my ask box about my rot au (or tbh any rain world topic in general) go ahead!! I’m very drunk and very bored!

[beartrap11]

Kenny x reader

Author note: I have found almost no Kenny x reader fics and I have way too many scenarios in my head so fuck it I’m making a series because yes 😀🖕

Note this is my first every series I am writing so this is most likely gonna be god awful so u have been warned

This series will also be following the story in the game, with a few things that I might add just to make the reader seem more interesting

Rating: There will be definitely be some smut further into the story and this story shall be a slow burn also probably very bad writing.

Because your girl loves a good love chase

The character has a name because writing y/n is gonna drive me crazy and some characters will have colors and other weird things so that you know who is who.

But um anyways enjoy nuggets.

The World Around Us

Stranger to Friends to Lovers to Memories

July 19th 2003

I believe I was just about to turn 28, and I was home taking care of my sister who was around 8 when the virus spread.

My parents were out of town in Savanah, so I invited my friend Sandra over to hangout with my sister and I.

I remember my sister wanting to go outside to play so me and Sandra sat on the porch and talked while keeping an eye on my baby sister. I guess I looked away for too long because I heard a scream I turn around and some women was attacking my sister, me and Sandra bolted up and ran to protect her.

Sandra beat me too her and pushed the women off her while I grabbed my sister and wrapped her in a bear hug.

Are you alright? I check her for scraps, I..I think so? she says burying her face in my neck.

After double checking if she was okay I turn to Sandra to see her still struggling. Telling my sister to stay there I run to Sandra to help her by shoving that bitch to the ground. I grab Sandra and my sister and run back inside my house.

Once inside I put her down and turn to Sandra checking if she was also alright from that scofflaw.

Oh my god your bleeding, I practically yell, there on her arm was a bite mark it was deep and was definitely gonna cause infection if not treated fast.

I run to my phone to call 911…

Just for it to go straight into voicemail

…. To be honest I didn’t even know 911 could even leave you on fucking voicemail.

I keep calling back and trying to get someone anyone but nothing.

I start to panic. The only option we had left was to run to the hospital which would be a 40 minute walk from home.

While I’m about to tell Sandra we had to walk there we heard banging at the door, i slowly walk towards the door and look threw the peephole, to see that that women isn’t just there but 3 other people were there now and they were banging at the door trying to get in.

And they didn’t look like they were here to talk about god.

So with 911 down and people trying to get into our house to attack us. We were stuck, and my only option was to treat her bite as best as I could until we could get to the hospital.

Timeskip (because I’m lazy) 5 hours later

Me Sandra and my sister are sitting on the couch watching the news.

It looked like our town was in war.

People with no sense walking around biting and or killing people no one knows how or why this is happing and we are all scared

I see my sister hugging the walkie talkie my mom gave her as a birthday present.

I pull her into my side giving her a side hug

Hey they are gonna be okay.

I hope so, she says snuggling into my side. I’m scared.

Me too Clem, me too.

I look over to Sandra and see she looks pale. That’s not good. I let go of Clem and stand up to try and take Sandra to the bathroom.

Grabbing her she feels cold like to the touch which is odd but I don’t say anything about it not wanting to add to the situation.

I sit her on the toilet in my bathroom and run some water to splash in her face

Hey can you leave for a few minutes I think I have to throw up and I don’t want u in here for that

Hesitantly I I turn off the sink water and leave to let her do her business.

Going back into the living room I is Clem went into the backyard sitting on the tire swing

Sighing, I catch the house phone beeping showing we had 3 missed messages that we didn’t hear from having the tv volume up so loud.

I press the the button to the listen to the missed messages

It was from mom

Hey sweetie, we’re still in Savannah your father had a little incident near the hotel so we had to get em back to the ER and have him checked out.

Anyway he’s not feeling well enough to drive back tonight so we’re staying a extra day

Thank you so much for looking after your sister hun, and I promise we’ll be back home before spring break is over

Message over

I check the next message

6 hours later

Oh my god, finally! I don’t know if you’ve been trying to reach us all the calls are getting dropped.

They’re not letting us leave

And aren’t telling us anything about Atlanta

Please, please just leave the city and take Clementine with you back to Marietta

I’ve gotta get back to the hospital

Please let me know that you both are safe

I play the last message

Baby, if you can hear this call the police

We love you both so much

We love you

We love y-

Salty water drops on the phone

Coming back to reality I realize I’m crying and try to pull myself back together.

Are they alive? Are they okay? Are they…Dea-

Before I can finish my thought I hear a loud thud come from the bathroom that Sandra’s in.

I call out to her. Silence.

I slowly walk back to the bathroom and open the door. There on the floor is Sandra.

I dive on the floor and try to shake her awake.

Sandra, SANDRA!!

She isn’t breathing! Shit Shit,SHIT, Please don’t be dead. I get up from off the floor and try to call someone anyone for help .Nothing.

All the lines are dead, Before I could go to full panic mode… I see her standing in the hallway Looking down at the floor.

Sandra ? I walk slowly towards her.

Sandra ?

I slowly reach my hand out to her, and she grabs it with a death grip.

WHAT THE HELL !! LET ME GO SANDRA

She was just lying dead on my bathroom floor and now she’s standing in my hallway groaning and pulling me towards her with her mouth ready to bite me! I try to make as much distance between us as possible.

I look in her lifeless eyes, it’s as if her soul got sucked right out of her. This wasn’t Sandra anymore.

Scared, I yank my hand out of her firm grip, struggling I managed to get myself free from her and make a run for the backyard

She slowly tries to walk after me making grabby hands at me, walking with a limp.

I make it out the door and slow it shut before she could reach me by her walking too slow.

Her face pressed against the glass she keeps trying to get me. It’s as if she had no sense at all

Scattered I turn my head and stop see that Clem was gone

Clem?

CLEMINTINE WHERE ARE YOU !

About 5 minutes of me looking I see her hop back over the fence that leads to the woods. I run towards her hugging her

Don’t scare me like that! You can’t be going out there alone something could’ve happened to you.

I’m sorry, she says out of breath

But something crash in the woods so I went to go see what happened, and there was a man there he was next to a crash car, he saw me so I ran away.

A man ?

Not even a beat later I hear more of those things inching closer to the backyard fence so I rush Clemtine to get into the tree house we made a few years ago

Once Clem was inside I rush to also get inside, and I just make it before we hear something got into our yard.

We stay silent.

HELLO ! ANYBODY?

A voice. A man’s voice.

It’s a guy ,Clem whispers, maybe he could help us.

I whisper back, idk Clem that’s risky, we don’t know who this guy is he could be dangerous.

HELP!

SOMEBODY! YELL IF YOU COULD HEAR ME!

We stay silent

Where is Sandra ?

I hesitate in my response, she… you know the women that attack you and bite her. The bit did something to her. Sandra isn’t Sandra anymore. She turned into those things we saw on tv.

I say deciding to tell her the truth.

So she’s gone. I nod tearing up a little.

I go to comfort her but then stop once we hear the guy again.

HELLO! ANYBODY HOME ? I NEED A LITTLE HELP! … COMIN IN! Dont shoot okay.

oh shit

I don’t want to risk it, but I don’t want the guy to get hurt too so I look to Clem and ask for her walkie talkie

Hello can you hear me in there?

I repeat saying that until the stranger finds the other walkie talkie

Hello did she get you?

I was about to give up thinking she got him until ..

Hello sorry, I’m here.

Good . What’s your name. I’m Peaches your in my house.

Peaches he repeats as if by saying it out loud he will remember it more.

I’m Lee

How old are you ?

28.

Are you alone?

No I’m with my baby sister Clementine.

How old are you ?

I’m uh 37.

Okay.

Do you have family?

Yes, they took a trip to Savannah so I stayed to look after my sister.

Are you guys safe?

Yes we’re outside in our tree house, so that no one can get in

That’s smart .

I poke my head out the tree house door

Can you see me, I can see you through the window.

He sees me and waves

I look behind him and gasp.

LOOK OUT !

Though the window I see Lee struggling with “Sandra” and he doesn’t look like he’s winning, I look around the tree house to find something anything to help him and I set my eyes on a hammer.

Come on Clem.

We climb down the tree house and see that Lee is next to the sliding glass door Sandra at his legs. I run up next to him and give him the hammer. He snatches the hammer from my hand and smashes it on her head killing her. We stand there silently for a while.

Did you kill it, Clem asks Lee

Yes.

It’s okay, I think she turned into a monster

I think so too ?

Lee looks at me

You guys have been all by yourselves through this?

Yes

Clem jumps in

I want mom and dad to come home now, she says looking at me.

I look from Lee to Clem

I think it might be a while, I say guilt all on my face

Look, I don’t know what happened, but I’ll protect you both until then

I nod as a thank you

What are we gonna do now, asking Lee

We need to find help before it get dark.

Yeah it’s not safe at night.

Let’s go.

Time-skip

We had gotten a ride from some nice guys Shawn and his friend Chet , they where heading to there fathers barn, Lee and I helped them get there truck unstuck by moving the crashed car in front of us.

Time-skip (at the barn)

We met a sort of nice old man which happened to be Shawn’s father Hershel, Chet had left to check up on his mother. Hershel had allowed me Lee and my sister to stay in his barn for the night with another family who was resting in there as well.

Me and my sister share and matt while Lee has his own right next to us.

It smells like

Manure

Shit

Me and Lee say at the same time, I give him a sort of glare for cussing in front of Clem.

I’m sorry I shouldn’t talk like that.

That’s was a swear.

I miss mom and dad peach.

I know Clem I do too

I still haven’t told Clem about the messages that mom left, I don’t think I have the heart to tell her.

How far is Savannah ?

Pretty far.

Oh ok.

Clem falls asleep after that. I pull her closer to me trying my best not to break down. Everything that happened today is starting to get to me.

Peaches.

Yes.

Idk what exactly is gonna happen from here on out, but you and your sister are safe with me, I won’t let anything happen to either of you.

Promise?

I promise you.

Thank you Lee.

And with that I fell asleep, with Clem wrapped up in my arms. And our new friend next to us.

(The next morning)

Hey get up.

Not the best sleep ever but not the worst either, a new guy had woken me and Lee up, a white male with mustache, a hat on with baggy ruffed up pants and a white shit with a necklace tattoo around his neck.

Ugh I’m itchy.

Well you slept in a barn little lady, lucky you don’t have spiders in your hair.

Clem gasps

But I bet you daddy and mommy scared em all away huh.

I’m uh not her dad, names Lee.

I’m Kenny.

Before I could say anything a new voice popped in, a little boy with a pattern button up and blue jeans, dark hair and paleish skin.

Dad! Where gonna build a fence! There’s a tractor and everything!

Better get going or we won’t hear the end of it.

We all walk out the barn, it was a nice day out today, it was peaceful kinda makes you forget that the world is going to shit.

That’s my boy Ken junior, we call him duck tho.

Dodging of quacking?

I finally speak up, Kenny chuckles.

Quacking.

Daaaad!

See.

We stop next to his son and what seems to be Kenny’s wife. Kenny turns back to Lee.

The word is you were on your way to Macon.

My family’s from there.

Well Macon’s on the way and personally, I’d appreciate the company of a guy that can knock a couple peoples heads together if he have too.

He asks me and Lee.

I’ll see what the girls would like.

Ah gotta consult the missus, I understand.

He turns to his family to introduce us.

Honey, Duck, this is Lee and uh what are y’all’s names.

He turns back at me and Clem.

This is my baby sister Clementine and I’m Peaches.

Clementine and Peaches those are very pretty names.

Thank you

Thanks

We say in unison.

Can I ask why your parents named you Peaches?

Kenny asks me curiously

Uhhh it’s really embarrassing.

Can I tell them?

Clementine says with excitement I’m her tone.

I’m also curious.

WHY IS EVERYONE SO INTERESTED IN MY NAME ALL OF A SUDDEN.

Uhhhh, can we talk about something else now please.

I say with my face turning slightly red with embarrassment. They all laugh at me. Luckily they drop it Once shawn appeared ( will get to why it’s so embarrassing in a very very later chapter)

Well we should get to work, we’ve all seen what those things can do out there so the faster we get this fence up the better.

I wanna build a fence

Yeah? Well I need a good foreman. You can sit on tractor and yell at me whenever I take a water break.

On a tractor cool!

Duck and I will hop to it .

Duck and Shawn walk off to work on the fence, Kenny’s wife turns to me.

I can keep an eye on your little sister here on the porch. We can visit.

Thank you.

We all split up and do our own different things, Lee goes to talk more to everyone else. I didn’t want to let Clem out of my sight so I decided to chat with Kenny.

Hey um it’s Kenny right?

Yes ma’am.

Do you need any help with repairing your car?

Nah I think I got it. Do you need any help?

What do u mean?

I mean In taking care of Clementine. Do you know what you’re doing? Do u got kids of your own?

If I’m being honest, I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m just her sister not our mom.

He chuckles softly

Well at least you’re honest. Shit, better than I was when duck showed up, you’ll figure it out.

How is duck doing?

Good I think, Katjaa’s got a sister up in Memphis, we were coming back from visiting. We were in a gas station and some guy grabbed my boy. I thought he was kidnapping him, I was on the fucker in about two seconds and … Christ. Just lucky I was there. We saw a lot of bodies before we stumbled upon Hershel’s. But we’re a tough family Peach, ain’t nothing gonna faze us.

Huh you’re a good man Kenny.

Eh I try .

So what’s your family’s plan?

Get back on down to Lauderdale and let this mess get sorted out. Government will start handing out shots and the national guard will do its thing. On the odd chance things got too bad, we could hop on my boat, I guess.

You’ve got a boat?

I’m a commercial fisherman, catching mackerel dolphin, whatever’s biting and paying. Katjaa wouldn’t be wild about it, but the boats not that bad.

Huh that’s not too bad of an idea.

At this point Kenny starts asking me questions about me Clem and Lee. And I decide to answer truthfully.

So how did y’all get here?

Me and my sister were hiding in our tree house because my friend had a bite on her arm and turned into those things, when Lee came stumbling into our yard hurt and looking for help. He killed her and took us under his wing. That’s when we met Shawn and his friend Chet and they offered us a ride here.

I see, hasn’t been easy for y’all either then.

Nope not at all.

So what about your parents where are they?

I hesitate in my answer, but before I could respond. We hear a scream not to far from us. Saving that conversation for later we ran to where we heard screaming. There the dead was trying to get Duck and Shawn. Shawn was stuck under the tractor. And duck was being grabbed by the dead. Kenny ran up to him and tried to pull him away but was struggling.

So I had to make a choice.

Save Shawn or save Duck?

I make my choice and run to help Duck. I’m sorry Shawn.

I run toward Kenny and Duck and I punch the dead right in the face making it loose its grip on Duck. Kenny saw the opportunity and took it, he pulled as hard as he could and soon enough the thing let go of Duck.

Kenny picks up Duck and runs further into the farm to safety.

PEACHES!! HELP ME PLEASE !!

I run to Shawn thinking I had enough time to save him as well. But I was too slow, the fence broke and fell right on him. Eating him alive, Hershel and Lee come running over to help. Hershel shoots all the dead in the head crouching down to his now dead son.

Everyone is now standing on the side looking in horror.

Get out. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

Hershel’s now looking at us.

I’m sorry.

SORRY, your son is alive. YOU DONT GET TO BE SORRY.

He turns to me.

AND YOU! you didn’t even try to help my boy!

I look down in shame

I…I thought I could save them both.

Look at him. You thought wrong. And now… please just go. GET OUT! AND NEVER COME BACK!

He turns back to his son.

Tears in my eyes I turn to everyone else. Kenny’s eyes are on me.

Peaches.

I look up, tears falling down my face.

Y’all got that ride to Macon if you want it.

Giving me one last glance he walks back to his car his family in tow. Lee grabs my shoulder reassuringly. I look over to him.

It’s okay, let’s go, I’ve got you.

Clem runs to my side giving me a side hug sticking to me like glue and we stay that way walking to Kenny’s truck. We get in .And Kenny drove away.

I never saw Hershel again after that day.

(Kenny will remember you saved Duck)

Authors note: annnnnd done with the first chapter holy fart this took a long time, I can tell this is gonna be a very long story to buckle up. Again this is my first ever time writing so if any of you write and would like to give me some tips so the next chapters and be better please don’t hesitate to let me know.

Anyways later nuggets 🫵😀🖕