#disney zombies fic

[cades-outsider]

can u do a milo bellingham smut where he is fucking you while ur asleep then u wake up but he tells you “go back to sleep baby” and you fall asleep to the rocking motion?! like first he gets home late and sees u asleep but hes hella horny so he massages ur clothed clit for a while until ur extremely wet and then he pulls out his cock and fucks u

Yall how we feeling about this causeeee……

I think imma have to do this 😩

[patrickispinky]

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

pt.2

Warnings: Talk of drugs/Drug use. Possible smut in the future. SH. A lot of plot. EXTREME Canon divergence. Before Maddies time. Set in 2021. Almost panic attack. This is NOT meant to romanticize addiction or mental illness.

2.4k words

Enjoy :)

Pt.1

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It was like any other Friday night. A crowded living room filled with loud teenagers, music so loud your brain went numb, the strong scent of booze and grass filling the air, kids pissing on the carpet and throwing up in the backyard, the perfect party… well almost perfect. There was something missing, something no amount of alcohol or smelly plants could fill. 

Your head was spinning, not from the shots of vodka some girl you just met brought you, but from the people. Parties were supposed to be fun, a chance to drink and dance but the overwhelming crowd left you short of breath. No one forced you to show up, hell you weren't even invited, but you’d take any chance to get out of the house. 

“Hey I’ll be right back” You say to the random blond girl, not giving her enough time to respond before you walk away. Weaving through the drunk teens to get to the back door, you frantically fiddle with the handle, air becoming something almost non-existent. Swinging the door open you step outside, taking deep breaths of air. To anyone walking by it just looked like you were calming yourself down from a bad trip.

“Hey you alright?” The sound of a familiar voice fills your ears. “You look like you've seen a ghost” (I'm so funny) It was Josh, you’d buy weed from him sometimes, though you haven't really talked outside of small talk to make your interactions feel less illegal.  

“Um yeah. I'm great.” Your breath was still ragged, words coming out rushed despite how hard you tried to make them sound casual. 

“Come on, sit down” He grabs you by the shoulder gently, leading you to a coach that had been pulled out into the backyard. A chick with black hair sitting on the far end of it and a dude passed out on the ground in front of it. You sit down awkwardly, Josh comes over and sits between you and the girl, holding two beers and hands you one. 

"Thanks" You take the beer, your original plan of getting some air and going home ruined. 

"You're a little young to be here, aren't you?" This is the first time anyone has questioned you on your age. Normally they'd give you a weird look but leave you alone. 

"I'm old enough for you to sell me bud." He let out a little laugh, 14 was probably too young to be drinking and partying but who's gonna stop you? 

"Got me there" He takes a sip out of the glass bottle. "You don't look like you're having fun." 

“Not really” The only fun thing about parties was getting too drunk to even remember where you are, something you didn’t get the chance to do. 

“You know I'm in a good mood, I got something for you.” He reaches into his pocket, holding out his hand waiting. You look at him confused and after a few seconds he rolls his eyes, but his smile grows. “Go on, take it.” You reluctantly put up your hand for him to drop whatever he has into it. When he does you realize what it is, a little pill. 

“What is this?” The confusion is clear on your face, never having shown any interest in taking pills before.

“Its percocet, 10 milligrams.” You recognize the name, your grandma used to take them. What you didn't understand was why he was handing you a pain pill. 

“Oh um, I don't have any money.” Which wasn’t a lie, but also a good excuse to get out of this awkward situation. He laughs again, clearly high out of his mind and way too friendly. 

“Don’t worry about it, it's on the house.” Now that was what really concerned you, taking a free pill from someone who you barely knew sounded like a death sentence. “You look like you need it.” The girl sitting next to him scoffed. “Since when are you interested in giving out free shit?” She clearly wasn't in as good of a mood as he was. 

“Come on Gina, the poor girl looked like she was gonna pass out earlier.” That doesn't help with the bitter look that grows on her face.

“Oh so your girlfriend has to pay but you'll give it out to this random kid?” The tone of her voice clearly pissed off, to be fair it was kinda fucked up. 

“Gina-” She doesn't give him a chance to speak before getting up and walking away, mumbling to herself. You sit there awkwardly, pill still in your hand. 

“Should you like, go after her?” Wanting to get up and walk away too, not knowing what to do after accidentally being involved in a potential break up. 

“Nah, she’ll be fine.” He seemed calm, not worried at all at the fact that his girlfriend just stormed out on him. Maybe this was a normal occurrence, either way you decided it's none of your business and opted not to ask any more questions. 

“So what do I do with this?” You gesture to the hand with the pill in it. This was probably in the top 10 most confused you’ve ever been in your life. No one has ever handed you a random pill before. 

“Take it?” He looked at you like you were dumb, like this was the most normal thing in existence. 

“I don’t- I don’t think that's the best idea.” It wasn't the idea of taking a perc that scared you, it was the fact that he could have easily been lying. You’d seen enough true crime to know that this is how you end up on the news. “Here” You hold up the pill, trying to hand it back to him. “It's late, I should head home.” 

“Keep it, I got plenty.” You give him a small nod, sliding the pill into your pocket as you stand up, looking down at the guy passed out on the ground. 

“Uh-” You were gonna ask if he was okay but decided not to, looking back at Josh. “Have a good night.” He ghost (hehe) cheers his beer at you as you walk away, going home confused. 

(“1 fish, 2 fish, this flashbacks been too long bitch” - My Brother, 2024) 

The sound of the final bell rings as you head to the gym where Mr.Martin was planning for tomorrow's movie night. You open the door and see him writing in a notebook as he sits on the edge of the stage. He looks up noticing you as he slides down onto his feet. “Hey, is that your obituary?” He points down to the folder in your hand, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face that feels somewhat intimidating.  

“Yeah, Wally helped me write it.” You hand him it, watching him open it, eyes gazing over the pages. A smile still on his face as he closes it.

“I figured he would, he's such a little helper.” He puts the folder on the stage beside him. “I will sit down and read that later, but for now how are you feeling?” Like shit, but you couldn’t tell him that.

“Great actually, I think this helped.” If anything it made the hunger worse, apparently even death couldn't silence the craving. You made the fake smile on your face look as convincing as possible. 

“Any plans for today?” Another attempt at getting you to talk to the others. He's already suggested several ‘bonding activities’ in the two days you’ve been here. 

“Yeah actually.” The way his face lit up like a christmas tree was almost comical. “Wallys gonna teach me how to swim later.” 

“Oh well, isn't that lovely?” Something about the old fashioned way he talked reminded you of your grandpa. The familiarity brings an odd sense of comfort. 

“I should probably um-” You gesture to the door on the other side of the gym, hands in the pocket of your hoodie, a habit you picked up to keep you from picking at the delicate skin that covers them. 

“Yeah, go on. Have fun.” He waves you off, smile turning more cheesy like a supportive father watching his daughter leave for her first date.

“Okay, great” You turn awkwardly, making your way out.

“I expect to see you tomorrow.” He yells as you're halfway across the gym.

“Of course.” You yell back without turning around. Reaching the door you step out, entering the now empty halls. You weren't supposed to meet up with Wally until later but needing some alone time you opted for the library where you spent most of your day already. A quiet place where you can escape your own thoughts with a simple little book. 

Going the same route you did earlier, except you were alone this time. Something about the quiet school halls felt almost uncanny, somewhat unnatural. You attempt to brush off the uneasy feeling as you reach the library. It was one of your favorite places in the school during your life other than the old locker rooms, but that wasn't really an option anymore. 

The cool air hits your face as you open the door, the sweet librarian Gilinda always kept the ac on specifically for you. Kinda funny to think about the fact that she doesn't even know you're gone, nobody does, how the hell has nobody noticed? I mean isnt it fucking obvious? Do they even care? The silent tear dripping down your cheek snaps you out of thought, rubbing it away with your sleeve quickly. Emotions were always so weird, feelings were something you always tried to hide away into the farthest parts of your mind, leaving you completely and utterly numb. It was the safest option. 

You made your way into the fantasy section, easy and simple. You look around for a little bit before one catches your eye ‘Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children’ A token you had read years ago. The graphic story probably wasn’t appropriate for your 12 year old self but something about it sparked something within you. (Ooooh so edgy) There was this little corner you always sat in, it was quiet and not a lot of people came near it, not that it really mattered considering the library was empty but it was your little spot. 

It had been a while since you got to sit down and read a book, your brain being either too wired or too relaxed to concentrate so this was a good feeling. A simple little book, in a simple little corner, in a simple little weird ass situation. What a fucking life… well death. 

The spine was worn down from years of being passed around by different messy highschoolers, pages somewhat torn, leaving the sweet smell of old paper. You read through the first chapter, then the second, then the third, until you forgot about the world around you. Completely immersed in the weird fucked up tale. It was like time didn't exist, nothing did except the little images you created in your mind. It was the only way of escaping, forgetting about life, about death, about cravings, descending into a different world like nothing else matters. It wasn't until you reached the last page that you realized how late it was, though you didn't feel tired. It was like the times you did adderall, nothing could put you to bed. 

“Oh shit” You whispered quietly to yourself when you realized you were only supposed to be there for an hour, your plans with Wally had been completely forgotten about. You stand up, rushing out the library, not bothering putting the book back where it belongs. The halls were dark, no light from the windows filling them, you didn’t know what time it was, just that it was late and way past when you were supposed to meet up. What a great first impression. 

You made your way to the pool room only to find it empty. Of course it was, no one in their right mind would wait hours for someone they didn't even really know. Well this was shitty, he probably thinks you're a total asshole. Who could blame him? He spent his entire afternoon helping you write your obituary and you accidentally blew him off. Asshole behavior. 

It's not like you could find him and apologize, he was probably asleep right now. Something Mr.Martin had advised you to do when you first got here. It was probably a good idea. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good sleep, normally getting woken up by nightmares or stomach pain. A side effect of pills that they fail to mention. 

You doubted that there were any empty couches, but Mr.Figueroa always kept blankets in his classroom in case someone got cold. His classroom was just down the hall, one of your favorite places to be during c block. He always let you hang out in there even if you were supposed to be in class. The door was locked, but if there was one thing you learned at this school it was that all you had to do was slide your id through the crack and it would pop right open, an important life skill. Charley was sleeping peacefully on the little couch in the corner of the room. You were careful not to wake him as you snuck over to the closet. It was filled with board games and little props he’d use  to teach, at the bottom was a pile of folded up blankets. A fuzzy gray one at the top that you always used, it even smelled like you. 

As you made your way out the classroom, blanket in hand, you tried to figure out where you were going. That's when you saw her, a red haired girl sleeping on top of the lockers. You’d seen her before but never introduced yourself since she wasn't in group. It wasn’t a bad idea, seemed peaceful. You walked down into a different hall, not knowing if there was sleeping territory. It was probably the safest option to go where your locker was. 

It wasn't too high up, a little hard to climb but you managed. The medal was a little cold and you didn’t have a place to rest your head so you took your hoodie off, scrunching it up so you could use it as a makeshift pillow. It wasn't the most comfortable option but it would have to do for now, at least until you fingered out the rules of the afterlife.

(Had to conjure up my inner edgy teenage self for this one, and yes the flash back did in fact happen to me. It was really awkward)

[gilbirda]

i need like minded people to rant about how stupid and ridiculous the plot of DCOM Zombies 3 is. The music slaps so hard but like

Forced Wyatt and Eliza

Addison shoehorning how she needs to "find out who she is" and how she feels like an outsider BECAUSE SHE HAS WHITE HAIR

The mom knew about the alien thing and never said shit???

Addison leaving the planet overnight and everyone is not only ok with it but help her

They don't give enough time to develop drama

It's just so much second hand embarrassment???

Addison gets on my nerves since Zombies 2 but c'mon

the re-animated series does a much better characterization

i want to kiss the writers on the mouth

anyway im just old man screaming at clouds here

they better not fuck up the vampire movie

[sayorseee]

Perfectly, So Happily, ‘Til Forever

The Post Z3 Fic

Chapter 5: Two Large Pizzas and a Couple Sodas

Zed can hear the faint, muffled sounds of conversation and laughter all the way from the front door. He feels it too, the overwhelming joy of having Addison back in his life had him practically floating the whole way home. He pushes his way inside, smiling at his surprise house guest as he does.

“Dad! Zoey! I’m home!” he shouts toward the kitchen.

Addison has to cover her mouth to suppress her giggles. She’s been surprising everyone for the past twenty four hours. Her friends, her family, her boyfriend, and now, her boyfriend’s family.

From deep in the house, Zoey calls out, “We’re in the den! Hurry, Judge Zerro is about to start!”

Zed chuckles to himself. He leads the way, although the path is familiar for both of them. Past the mantle full of pictures, accolades, and family memories, around the wobbly end table, through the kitchen, completely ignoring the stacked up pile of dishes that Zed definitely needs to clean, through the next set of doors but bypassing the dining table, and into the dimly lit den. Addison hides behind his tall frame, intent on keeping her return a surprise.

Zoey and his dad huddle together on the small, mismatched patchwork couch, swaddled in blankets despite the blazing heat outside, a bowl of popcorn between them. They’ve saved him a seat on his favorite end of the couch. The tv glow barely lights their faces, a string of local, cheesy commercials playing in the background. Puppy at Zoey’s feet, half asleep.

All three of them look up when Zed walks in.

“It’s the middle of the day!” his dad proclaims.

“I know, I know, we got a little held up on the way,” Zed says, purposely emphasizing the ‘we.’ He can hear Addison’s barely contained squeal behind him.

Zoey catches it first, perking up instantly and scaring the brains out of Puppy. “We? Who’s we? Did Wynter come with you!?”

“Not quite.”

Zed grins, then hops to the side as Addison jumps forward into the room, throwing her hands up excitedly. They both shout, “Surprise!”

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[disneyobsessedmouse]

Can you write something that's like Willa is afraid of storms or something, and Wyatt comforts her? or Just some sibling fluff

Zombies Fanfiction •-•-•-•

Willa attempted to push down the frantic feeling of panic that was bubbling under her skin.

She felt her stomach drop with each rumble of thunder that coursed through the night.

She tried taking a deep breath in through her nose, attempting to mask the appearance of any anxiousness that she might’ve been showing. What kind of an alpha would she be if she let a thunderstorm get the best of her? If she showed any sign that she was weak, her pack would feel uneasy and unsafe.

She shifted her attention to focus on the baby wolves she was currently in charge of. She had the role of watching over them so their mothers could get a nap in. It was a duty she wanted to do to help her pack and she was very proud to do it.

Another bang of thunder pierced through the already uncomfortable air causing Willa to flinch and instinctively shut her eyes out of panic.

She felt pathetic. She could hear her heartbeat ringing through her ears, she felt like her heart would burst out of her chest if she didn’t—

“Willa?” Wyatt turned to her suddenly. “You’re jumpy, are you okay?” His eyebrows laced in worry.

Willa let out a shaky exhale before regaining her posture. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” She replied putting on a façade of confidence.

Her brother stared at her in silence, observing her stature.

“Wynter!” Wyatt called out to their beloved friend.

The hyper wolf quickly came running around the corner, ready to assist Wyatt with whatever duty she was presented with. “I’m here! I’m here!” She said out of breath and rushing the syllables of her words.

“Can you watch the wolf pups for a few?” He asked in a silent plead that could only be read through his expression.

Wynter smiled reassuringly. “You betcha!” She exclaimed eagerly, quickly clamping her hand to her mouth when a few pups started to stir in their sleep. Wynter winced at the little ones’ reactions. “…Sorry!” She apologized in a whisper.

Wyatt thanked her and quickly turned towards his sister. She looked unwell. Stressed. He knew she thought she could hide it well but of course, he could always tell.

He firmly placed his hand on Willa’s arm, guiding her out of the nursery room and into one of the more private rooms of the den. He knew she had a thing against being openly vulnerable in front of the rest of the pack.

Willa reluctantly let herself be dragged along, already figuring Wyatt would start to pry about her “emotions and well-being” or whatever. That stuff was only a second thought to her! The first and only thought on her mind is always her duties as the leader and alpha of their pack.

Wyatt grabbed her shoulders sternly as the two came to a halt inside of the empty room. He forced his sister to look at him. “I know you’re lying to me, Willa. What’s going on?” He asked her again, hoping that her answer would change.

Her mouth was somehow glued shut. No matter how much she wanted to talk about her feelings she couldn’t find the strength to do it.

Her eyes drew a line to the entrance of the cave where the rain poured, attempting to signal that it was the storm that bothered her.

Wyatt drew in a harsh breath, giving her a knowing look as it suddenly clicked in his brain.

He instantly wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. The sentiment taking a while for Willa to actually return herself. Her arms hesitantly rested around his frame.

Her heartbeat pounded against her ribcage, slowly beginning to calm into steadiness. When another struck of lightning rung throughout the den, he only held her tighter. She shut her eyes, focusing on the scent of his freshly washed clothes.

“It’s okay to not be okay,” Wyatt whispered after a while of silence. “You know that, right?”

Willa shakily hummed in disapproval at his words, fully disagreeing. “I can’t afford to be this way I have to keep my full attention on the pack—“

“You’ve had too many responsibilities ever since mom passed away” Wyatt interrupted. “…Sometimes I wish you just…got a break.” He replied solemnly.

Wyatt had always felt like he lost a part of Willa after their mom died. He’ll never forget the day she became so closed-off. Willa refused to let anyone see her cry, even if her reason was valid. She tried building herself up out of nothing, but Wyatt always saw through her faulty brick wall every time he looked at her. He saw her hurt.

Willa remembers the day clearly. The day their mom passed due to an attack from an enemy tribe. She remembers how two of the werewolves that had accompanied her mother on the mission had returned with their heads hung low. The cold silence of the den had made the hairs on the back of her neck stick up. No one spoke right away but there was no point, she just knew what had happened. She just knew her mom was gone.

It was thunderstorming that same night. The ringing of lightning had already made Willa’s sensitive ears sting to begin with but the pain of her mom’s sudden passing worsened it. The dark pounding that the thunder had produced was forever embedded in her memories along with the empty feeling of losing a parent. Whenever it rained this heavily, Willa couldn’t help but let the thoughts of her mother consume her mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut in his shoulder. The reminder of their mother‘s passing now weighing down on her conscious mind. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger for you when you were little.” Her thumb rubbed against the cloth that covered his arm.

“Sometimes I think you were too strong, Willa.” He replied.

She made no effort to respond, focusing on his words.

She pulled away from their shared embrace, holding him close by latching her hands to both sides of his arms.

Her eyes searched his face with a weak smile before cupping his cheeks. “You are just like her, Wyatt.”

It was true, Willa had always noticed her mom in Wyatt. Their mother always had a certain spark of kindness within her. The kind that could make you feel loved and safe within seconds. It was the same kindness that Wyatt held.

“…I see her in you all the time.”

Willa had always felt the intense need to protect him from every danger of the world. It hurt her heart when mom died but she knew she had to show up for her brother. She knew she had to force herself to pull it together for him.

She became strong so that he didn’t have to be.

Wyatt smiled between her hands. “I’ll watch the pups for you tonight.” He promised. “You should sleep, you need the rest.”

Before Willa could open her mouth to protest, he interrupted her with a smile. “Don’t worry, I got it.” Wyatt grinned.

Willa smiled softly. “…Thank you.” She whispered.

Willa observed Wyatt as he left the room, watching him turn to look at her before wishing her a goodnight.

As she went to lie down, she noticed that the sound of thunder and rain pattering on the walls of the den suddenly didn’t seem so scary anymore.

[outtaluckawoo]

i was about to open up tumblr dot com and complain about the lack of wyatt in the reanimated shorts but then i witnessed sexy squirrel wyatt

[kangaracha]

PRETTY part 4

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“Addison,” he says when she’s already under him, her skin bare and her breath hitched in her throat in anticipation. His hands cradle her hips, but don’t reach any further; this time, he’s clever enough to keep his mouth well away from hers, and to pin her down where she can’t chase after him.

“Don’t talk,” she says and tries to drag him down anyway, her hands sliding up his back. His skin is smooth under the light rake of her nails. Sensitive, too; he arches under her touch, his eyes sliding closed far enough that she thinks she’s fooled him.

And then they open again. And he asks, “Can’t we just talk for a moment?”

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[subpar-celestial]

Forgot to post this Z-O-M-B-I-E-S fic here

Addison calls Zed pretty, that's it.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

me for the past three years, writing my weird enochian fic/all my spn postcanon stuff/my original story/just hc'ing in general: Man, when Good Omens S2 comes out and (REDACTED) finally show up, shit's going to start hitting the fan EVERYWHERE

me when its 3 days before Good Omens S2 and shit starts hitting the fan everywhere:

...uh, hey, random question, but are yall in the Hades Game, Riordanverse, Lore Olympus and Walker Texas Ranger fandoms doing ok? nothing's fucked up there right.

please let nothing be fucked up there.

[cades-outsider]

don’t know if you take requests love, but i think a NSFW alphabet is due for Milo Manheim i beg you with lots of details 😩 *chefs kiss*

Oh my gosh yes, I’m so writing this— 😩

[ox1-lovesick]

✶ ─── TOMORROW X TOGETHER AND THINGS WITH THEM

🍇 pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff warnings. mentions of food, pda (?), wc. 50-100 each

🍇 type. headcannon , reaction

🍇 a/n. abandoned the tyun and hyuka fic for now 💀 this is like a filler fic or something i have such bad writers block. i know for a fact that soobin crochets

% YEONJUN

late night walks ; gentle kisses to your knuckles ; catching him staring ; errands to the convenience store at 3 in the morning ; holding hands ; sharing earphones ; leaning your head on his shoulder ; sharing lip glosses ; netflix marathons ; fashion shows at 2 am ; spontaneous dance sessions ; late night drives ; candid pictures ; slow dancing ; cooking ; sharing jewellery ; kisses through the phone ; matching jewelry

% SOOBIN

comparing hand sizes ; feeding each other ; interlocking pinkies ; desert before dinner ; baking ; sharing clothes and jewelry ; 1000 piece puzzles ; movie dates ; crocheting together ; croc shopping dates ; clothing hauls ; editing vlogs together ; food fights ; disney dates ; couple cosplays and halloween costumes ; pillow talk about the future ; tying your shoelaces for you ; giving you his jacket when it's cold ; matching socks and bracelets

% BEOMGYU

kisses in the rain ; hand-written love letters ; bouquets of roses ; sleeping in together ; doodling on each others hands ; scented candles ; bickering for fun ; backhugs ; raindrop races ; long bus rides ; sharing earphones ; picnic dates ; photo albums ; half anniversaries ; forehead kisses ; impromptu karaoke nights ; guitar lessons ; secret handshakes ; build-a-bear dates ; feeding each other ; pillow talk ; hiding tomatoes in his food ; painting each other's nails ; holding open the door for you

% TAEHYUN

long and warm hugs ; locking pinkies ; poking his dimples ; falling asleep on his chest ; cheek kisses ; stargazing ; library dates ; cooking for each other ; communicating through morse code ; study dates ; reading together ; sharing cutlery ; pinky promises ; kisses to your knuckles ; post it notes with messages ; holding hands ; feeding each other ; falling asleep on the phone with him ; playlists dedicated to each other ; gentle kisses ; powerpoint nights ; "5 more minutes" mornings ; flowers "just because"

% HUENINGKAI

naming all his plushies ; palm kisses ; zoo dates ; buzzfeed quizzes to see who'd survive the zombie apocalypse ; breakdancing in the dining room ; pokemon impressions ; piano lessons ; holding hands, everywhere ; kisses to the tips of your fingers ; pillow and tickle fights ; sneaking juice boxes and animal biscuits in your lunch

★ OX1-LOVESICK all rights reserved. do not copy, distribute, translate, alter or repost my work without my explicit permission.

[nephilimeq]

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[dannystheone]

Welcome home!!! So exciting to hear from you again!

Can I ask what your South Park fic is going to be? Who’s the lee/ler?

Thank you so much! I still can't believe it lmao

Sure! I decided to just put the fic here lol

I had this idea over deployment and I kicked myself cause why didn't I think of it before lol

Here is the mash-up song that is referenced in the fic! I know super last year LMAO stop I haven't been here

also sorry if my formatting is weird and my writing is rusty it's obviously been a while but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

WARNINGS: Cursing, references to SH (self harm) and drinking

Which Song? (Lee/Ler Jersey Shore Kyle/ Lee/Ler Goth Stan) (aged up)

Jersey Shore!Kyle and Goth!Stan are having a sleepover and decided to pull out the karaoke for this one! But which song can they agree on despite their differing tastes?

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"Hey, Stan. Stan- Stan. Watch me." Stan looked up begrudgingly to Kyle with one pierced eyebrow raised expectantly. Well, it was a stud glued on to his skin, but he would never admit it. Stan watched as Kyle flipped his black cap backward on his head and donned stylish black shades.

Kyle adopted a stance that showed off his lean yet toned torso and picked up his phone to start taking selfies. Wearing a tight white tank top and Elmo pajama bottoms that hung off his hips, Stan was his complete opposite dressed in all baggy blacks and grays.

"What? I'm watching you make thirst traps? You're gross." Stan rolled his eyes and looked back down at his phone. Alt TikTok was his current addiction. Anyone who danced on Tik-Tok like mindless zombies were posers.

Kyle snorted at his best friend and crossed the room to throw his arm over Stan's shoulders and snapped a photo. It came out blurry as Stan struggled in his grip.

"Ah come on Stan, you're no fun anymore. Come on, you can sing with me." Stan shoved Kyle off as Kyle was already moving to the karaoke machine. Kyle pressed a button on the machine that booted up a song immediately. Kyle tipped his shades down to look at Stan with green-tinted eyes as he pointed at Stan with one hand and held a microphone with his other as the first notes of his song began to play. Stan rolled his eyes once more as he scratched near his eyelid, shedding black eyeshadow in the process.

"Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in stooore~ Giving it your all when you're dancing on me-" Kyle rocked his hips in tune with the music which Stan stifled both a groan and a blush at the same time at that; very confusing.

-"I wanna see if you can gimme some more~ You can be my girl and I can be your man, and we can pump this jam however you waaant~ Pump it from the side pump it upside down-" Kyle lifted one leg onto the couch and started humping the air in tune to the song, to which Stan stood up abruptly and crashed into him to get him to stop.

"Alright alright alright! Quit it!" Stan clicked a button on the machine that paused the song, silence filling its place. Kyle tsked, disappointed as he threw his arms up.

"Dude it was getting good, what the fuck?! Turn it back on." Kyle pressed the button to turn the song back on, but the machine didn't respond. Kyle pressed it a few more times, to no avail, and kicked it out of frustration. "This shit's gahbage. Need to get a new one, it's been acting up lately."

"Or the machine just doesn't want to play your shitty-ass song. Here, I'll show you what real music is. Not this disgusting Disney pop trash." Stan programmed the machine to play a new song, and snagged the microphone from Kyle, but not without a flirtatious wink from Kyle first. Stan's cheeks burned an uncharacteristic red as the first few notes of the song began to play. He began to sing.

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight. That's why my wrists are so sooore~" Kyle gave Stan a bewildered look as Stan kept going.

"I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore. Everybody drinking, shot glasses on the floor. We be clubbing all night, gimme some more-" Now it was Kyle's turn to shut off the machine. Stan petered out the last few words without the song's help and whirled around to face Kyle.

"Hey, what the hell? It was getting to the good part!" Stan asked angrily. Kyle put his hands on his hips and motioned to Stan.

"You call that music? They're talking about cutting themselves and whores for Christ's sake!" Kyle rose his voice while adjusting his shades, which riled Stan up as well.

"What about your song with you humping the damn air? That's not inappropriate?! Turn it back on, I said." Stan reached to turn the music back on the machine, but Kyle gripped his wrist before he could make it. Stan attempted to wrench his hand back but Kyle kept a firm hold on him.

"Hell no. We either listen to my music or not. I'm not catching your depression from your emo My Chemical Romance crap." That was Stan's final straw. With a growl, Stan launched himself at Kyle and took him to the floor. Kyle's shades and cap were knocked off his head as Stan straddled his hips. Stan knew he'd have to take the advantage as soon as possible because he did NOT have a physical advantage over Kyle. It was a part of the Jersey aesthetic for men to be ripped, and Kyle was indeed that while Stan was...not.

So Stan tore down Kyle's defenses the only way he knew how. Stan started scribbling his fingers in between the spaces of Kyle's lower ribs and sides; Kyle already bubbling up in laughter as he wriggled on the carpet.

"My music is not Emo you wanna-be Jersey Shore copycat. It's better than anything you've ever played!" Stan yelled, his black lipstick staining the corners of his mouth. It's been a while since he touched up his makeup, but that would have to wait. He would have to teach this lesson to Kyle quick before he tried any retaliation.

Kyle's red hair splayed on the carpet as he laughed and tried to grab Stan's wrists. "Pffmt- Stahahan! Stohohop thahat!" Funnily enough, in his laughing fit, his Jersey accent mysteriously disappeared. Kyle's eyes squinted as his smile took up his face; Stan's hand spidering his hard stomach. How could he have this many abs and still be so sensitive, Stan thought distantly.

"No, this is the only way you'll listen. You're not only calling my music Emo, but you also called it crap." Stan's next point was drowned out by Kyle's outpour of laughter as Stan kneaded an exceptionally mean thumb in Kyle's bare hip divet. Wearing his pajama pants so low had its consequences. Kyle's eyes were screwed shut as he was temporarily too weak to fight back."STAhahahan! Gehehehet ohohohoff!" Kyle yelled out and wriggled like a worm on a hook.

"Hmph, your fault for wearing your pants so low. I mean, who does that? It's like you're asking for this to happen. This is why your music and fashion tastes are questionable at best. See, if you would pay attention to any of the Goth Tiktoks I send you, we'd agree a lot more often." Stan grew way too comfortable with the situation in his position. He attempted to hold both of Kyle's wrists in one of his hands, which Kyle easily broke out of.

Kyle's hand shot out to start squeezing the closest part of Stan to him. It was Stan's knee that was exposed through his baggy jeans. Stan yelped and folded to the side, crumbling easily. Kyle popped up and dove in, causing Stan to shriek. Kyle's face was flushed and his curls bounced around his forehead while his fingers squished and kneaded into his best friend.

"W-Wahahait wahait waihait! No nohoho no I'm SAH-! I'm sohohohrry!" Stan fought to bring his knees up to his belly to protect himself, but Kyle found weak spots all over him. He squished Stan's sides, which made Stan cover his sides, and when his hands were out of the way he kneaded into his hips, causing him to squeal.

"Oh, talk about my accent leaving? You raised 3 octaves in your voice! I've never heard you so loud. You know maybe if you spoke up more often, I'd actually care about your opinion on my tastes." Kyle swung a leg around Stan's thighs to force one of them down and attacked his belly with one hand. Stan's tummy was definitely softer than Kyle's, with some chub around his belly button. Which just so happens to be ridiculously ticklish. Stan yelped as Kyle repeatedly squished the patch of chub over and over again.

"KYhyhyhyhle! Stohohohop stohohop stop! Nohohot thehehere!" Kyle was unfazed at his best friend's reaction. He knew when Stan really needed it to stop, and he wasn't nearly there yet.

"Huh, I wonder what would happen if I recorded this and sent it to your uppity black-clothed douchebag friends. You think they would kick you out of their dick-sucking club- GAH!" Stan didn't know how he did it, but he managed to wrench his grip out of Kyle's hold and shoved his hand up Kyle's armpit and started to scribble.

"Youhohohou ahahahasshole! Gehehehet ohohout of thehehere!" Kyle winced as Stan rose higher and shook his hand in the sensitive spot.

"Yeah? Well what if I recorded this and sent it to your orange spray-tanned "5-seconds-of-fame" seeking asshole friends and show them what a poser you are? I'm sure anyone THIS incredibly ticklish couldn't fit in-" Kyle reached forward and gripped Stan's hip and started to knead. Stan fell backward on the carpet of the living room like a felled tree. Kyle smirked at how easy it was to disarm his friend.

"You're one to talk aren't you, huh Cabbage? Well, you won't be talking in a second." Kyle's chain escaped his tank top as he thrust forward and started squishing into Stan's belly. Stan shrieked a manly sound as he started to curl up into his defensive ball.

"Shuhu-ahahaha! Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Stan yelled out. Kyle snorted at Stan's attempt at being intimidating. Stan reached out and did what he could. Kyle's chain glinted in his eye as he grabbed the cross and yanked it off Kyle's neck. Stan kept it in a tight grip in his fist and raised it above his head.

Now it was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes as he simply started scratching his fingers in Stan's armpit. Stan instinctively shot his elbow down to save himself as Kyle attempted to pry his fingers open.

"Give that back asshole! It's my only Ed Hardy chain!" As Kyle was distracted trying to get his chain back, Stan reached forward and scribbled his fingers in Kyle's ribs. Kyle winced as he tried his hardest to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore his side getting squished. Kyle let go of Stan's hand and angrily squished Stan's kneecap to get back at him, to which Stan yelped and kicked his leg out reflexively. His Converse-covered foot kicked the glitchy karaoke machine.

Both Stan and Kyle stopped respectively at the loud clank; their hearts beating wildly in their chests. The machine made some whirring sounds, like recording and re-recording and wires getting crossed. Suddenly, a song started to play. The last two songs that were recently played on the machine glitched into one melody.

"Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight?"

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight."

"I wanna see what you got in stooore~"

"That's why my wrists are so sooore~"

Kyle looked to Stan; his makeup smeared and his hair tousled. He lost his beanie somewhere in the fight. Stan looked to Kyle, his tank top half drug up and his hair a mess. Stan silently handed Kyle over his chain and shrugged his shoulders.

"This song actually..." Stan started.

"...sounds pretty fucking good." Kyle finished. They both smirked at each other, everything wordlessly forgiven as it always was since they were kids, and picked up the microphone, where they proceeded to sing their hearts out for the rest of the night.

[kangaracha]

THE GONE AND THE GATHERED part 2

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An alarm shatters the quiet whispers of dawn, splitting the air of Zombietown into two.

Wanda wakes immediately upon its activation, despite her aching body and the short hours of sleep she’d managed to steal between stumbling home and the rise of the sun, blurry eyes opening to a half-lit room and Olena crouched in the corner, her hands over her ears. A groan she can’t hear escapes her, the rattle of it passing through her throat the only indication that she’s made any noise at all. Olena doesn’t hear it either, her eyes fixed on the floor and her face pale with fear.

Someone tugs at Wanda’s blankets, ripping them away and letting them pool at the foot of the bed. Maya, her face pinched with unease and her eyes as cold as iron as they glare at her. “Census,” she says over the top of the alarm, and waits until Wanda hauls herself up into a sitting position before she turns to pull Olena up from the floor.

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[keepswingin]

Where’s the fic tho 😭👀

in my fic i've officially decided to make wyatt the campground host and i just. can't stop thinking abt it. he'd be so eager and enthusiastic!! it's the perfect job for him. he'd wear his park ranger uniform shirt everywhere, unbuttoned or layered over hoodies and under sweaters. his favorite part of the job would be getting kids involved with nature, seeing the wonder in their eyes as they explore the forest and observe the wildlife. at the same time, though, he'd work to protect his pack's territory, keep campers away from the borders. ensure everything sacred is kept safe.

[ofmdjanuaury]

Welcome to OFMD AU-gust! Check out the prompts and start creating 💙

Rules and text version under the cut!

RULES:

Any OFMD fan creations count! Fic, art, dioramas, bakes…

You can do one day or all of them, and use as many prompts from the day as you want!

Tag everything #OFMDAU-GUST

Every time you post something, try and comment on someone else’s, too!

You can post any prompt any day AFTER that prompt’s official day! So you can post Improv fics any day after 8/1, but you can’t post theatre fics till 8/31.

HAVE FUN!

Text version of the prompts:

1. Mechanic | Mail Carrier | Improv

2. Fantasy | Solarpunk | Fiber Arts

3. School Staff | Art Model | Taxidermy

4. Social Media | Tentacles | Identity Theft

5. Music/Band | Specific TV Show | Jumanji

6. Journalism | Specific Movie | Planetarium

7. Phone Operator | Rennaissance | Y2K

8. Sports | Ancient | Pacific Rim

9. Medicine | Aquarium/Zoo | Makeup Artist

10. Celebrity | D&D | Gig Worker

11. Science Fiction | Superheroes | Birdwatching

12. Coffee Shop/Bakery | Magical Girl (gn) | Influencer

13. Restaurant | Medieval | Eldritch Horror/Cryptid

14. Science | Place-Based | Weed Guy (gn)

15. Porn Star | Specific Book | Natural Disaster

16. Crime/Mob | Specific Cartoon | Drag/Burlesque

17. Farm/Rural | Time Travel | Polar Explorer

18. Small Business | Apocalypse | Stargate

19. Writer | 19th Century | Escape Room

20. Law | Nightclub | Professional Cuddler

21. Rebels | Zombie | Desert Island

22. Bar | Ghost Hunters | LARP

23. Transit | Daemon | Community Meeting

24. Archeology | Aliens | Paint and Sip

25. Epistolary | Public Access TV | Gas Station

26. Neighbors | Heist | Reality TV Hosts

27. Noir | Grocery Store | Blacksmith

28. Disney | Olympics | Sentinel/Guide

29. Boats | Non-Anglophone Place | Lumberjack

30. Canon-Divergent | Gardening | Kink Club

31. Theatre | Free Space | Someone Else's Universe

(Thanks to yerbamansa for reminding the mod to be accessible!!)