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He’s Not Honest (Lawrence/You)

Summary: The guys discuss leaving the High School, and you notice Lawrence being eerily quiet. You decide to drag him out of the classroom and talk to him about it. Try and get him to be honest.

(No murders or disappearances of the group has happened , no one knows about the Safe Zone)

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You could see it on his face, sometimes. It was something so small that no one, not even you at first, could notice it. But once you saw it once, you were no longer ignorant to the reality of his change in expression.

wereyes being a little darker than normal, a little more observant. His smiling being just a touch too wide, or so fake that it might as well be plastic. Small things that Lawrence would let slip through what you later realized was a mask. What you and everyone else thought was “normal” for Lawrence was not truly who he was.

You saw the way he looked at some of the members in your group. The look was almost... dangerous. Overly critical. It was like he had a movie and script going off in his head. When someone didn’t play the part and say the right thing… he got mad. No one saw it, but you did. Lawrence would get furious if things didn’t go his way. And that’s exactly what happened today.

You were all in a meeting, discussing future patrols and planning meals. All of you realizing that the area around the school was getting more dangerous, and supplies were running low. But what would you do? Where would you go?

“We could always try to go outside the city,” Zion had suggested at some point. It was immediately turned down.

“We have no idea what’s outside the city or even outside our specific area. Venturing too far into the unknown has risks. Deadly risks,” Lawrence argues, albeit with reason. The points he made were all reasonable, but no one could ignore that-

“We can’t stay here anymore. Going outside is dangerous, staying inside is dangerous,” Zion slaps the desk he’s sitting on and jumps off, making all eyes go towards him. “Everything is going to have risks at this point! No place is safe, anymore. Not even here!”

Eugene cuts in with a shrug. He looked almost guilty to contribute but speaks anyway. “He has a point. Anywhere we go, we’re probably going to die. But we’re running out of food…”

“Going somewhere with more food would heighten our chances of surviving immensely,” even Harry joins in. “We can’t deny that.”

The argument continues, more and more people agreeing with Zion, but you had tuned them out. You watched Lawrence, observing as his shoulders tense and his jaw clench tight. He stayed quiet, assumingly to listen and consider each point being made, but you don’t think that’s the case. The way his eyes are shaded over… something is going on inside his head. And you don’t think it’s about leaving.

You quietly walk over to him, standing at his side and trying not to catch the attention of the other members. You tug on the orange of Lawrence’s sleeve, making him look at you with those dangerous eyes of his. You try not to shiver as you tug him toward the door, a silent request to leave with him.

Once both of you are outside of the classroom, you take a deep breath and decide to lightly take hold of his wrist. His hands are shaking fists, but you manage to loosen one and hold his fingers in yours. You can’t quite look in his eyes as you ask, “are you okay?”

It’s quiet. Eerily so. You both stand in the silence before Lawrence holds your hand back. “What makes you think I’m not?”

“You don’t want to leave,” you look up at him. “I can see how upset you are about it.”

Surprisingly, he smiles. The one that’s maybe a little too wide, but you don’t mind. “Do you want to leave?”

“I want to live, Lawrence,” you sigh and look at your entwined hands. “I want to live with all of you. And to be honest, I really like this place. If we could all live here, I’d be really happy.” Lawrence shifts and you feel him lean against the wall behind him, putting a cold space between you two before he drags you to him. You end up with your head on his chest, but you don’t mind that either.

“But… moving on is a part of life, isn’t it? It would be wonderful if we could plan everything out and have everything go the way we want it to, but life isn’t like that. It’s full of unexpected challenges, and I think this is one of them.” You don’t know if what you’re saying is getting through to him or not, but you refuse to not at least try. You let go of his hand and wrap your arms around his waist, letting yourself relax and hold him. He shakes from above you, but he doesn’t move away, so you stay. “If we stay together, I think we can get through it. Do you think that way, too?”

Lawrence lets out a large sigh, something you can feel before you hear it. His long arms wrap around you, holding you back, if not a little tighter. “I don’t know.” He says, and you can at least appreciate the honesty.

“That’s okay,” you whisper.

Somehow, that’s exactly what he needed to hear. He leads you both back into the classroom eventually, where the guys are waiting for you. You notice his eyes are a little clearer than before, and maybe it has to do with how you’re still with him, holding his hand. You stay by his side as he finally contributes to the conversation, expressing at least some of his doubts and discomfort. You know that his mask is still there, but it’s cracked.

Something tells you that this man has the capability to be very dangerous. The fact that you can tell he’s not being honest is already a warning sign, but maybe if you try and stay by his side, you can tame whatever beast is inside him.

You can only hope.

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how about MC x Lawrence first kiss taking place in his ending? love your writing, hun :)

Very good request !!! Sorry it took me so long ! I actually wrote a lot more than I expected. Please read the warnings!

Warnings: Spoilers for Lawrence Ending, Stockholm Syndrome, Non-Consensual Kissing, Angst

Pairing: Lawrence/You

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Lawrence was… How do you explain someone like Lawrence?

Obsessive? Charming? Loyal? Dangerous? 

When you first came to this school, you were so grateful for him. You trusted him and tried to help him as much as you could, given the circumstances. Maybe you even started to think about him romantically. But as the days went by, the stranger Lawrence began to act… You didn’t know how to feel for him. 

You especially don’t know how to feel for him now as you sit in the basement of the school with all of your friends murdered just outside your room. 

You can’t believe that’s what it was. That it’s what Lawrence was. A murderer. 

A murderer who was obsessed with you and charmed you with his dangerous loyalty. A loyalty that you didn’t realize only belonged to you and not the others.

 You knew you couldn’t forgive him for what he’s done. He was selfish. He killed the others to stay on top. He tried to say it was for you, too, but you knew the truth. Lawrence’s only concern was surviving, and for some reason, he thought you were “worthy” to join him. 

He says he loves you, but you do not love him. Maybe if things continued like they were before, maybe you would have grown to… but not now. 

You were smart, though, and you caught Lawrence’s game. You know that you truly didn’t really get a choice of loving him or not. Soon enough, desperation and Stockholm would kick in. It was only a matter of time until he hardwired your brain to be as sick as he was. 

So you fought against him as long as you could. You would not eat, you would not talk, you would not even look at him until he forced you to. You refused to go down without a fight. You would not let him think that you were okay when you were not. 

Because of your stubborn reluctance and many attempts to escape the basement, you eventually fell ill. Which was… terrifying. You were at his complete mercy like this. You both knew it.

You knew Lawrence was growing short with you, but he never gave up. He was just as stubborn as you. He kept trying to take care of you, and now he could, whether you liked it or not. He could treat you with an unsettling softness. He could coax you and your ill mind that he was in love with you and only wanted to take care of you. He would always take care of you. 

You lay on the ground on several sleeping bags, a feeble attempt from Lawrence to create something more soft like a mattress. Your breathing comes out short and labored as he sits next to you, keeping you company while checking your temperature every so often. You needed to eat but you weren’t strong enough, so he had been feeding you on several occasions. You didn’t have the strength to push him away anymore. 

Lawrence was talking about something or other, but you weren’t paying attention. Your head, heart, body throbbed. You stare up at him while he puts together your meal, and he looks oddly at peace. The situation felt awfully domestic�� A whimper eventually escapes you. 

His eyes meet yours. “Are you alright?” He asks. What kind of question was that?

“No,” you shake your head. “No, I’m not alright.” 

Again he places his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. You shake him off as best you can, wiggling from under your blankets as you grab his wrist. You want to pull him away, but… you don’t have the strength to fight anymore. 

You finally break in front of him, holding his wrist as you press his warm palm against your cheek. Your body shakes as you sob, your tears falling against and wetting Lawrence’s hand. “Why are you doing this to me?” Your voice is watery and cracks as you continue to cry. 

For once, he looks like he doesn’t know what to do. You’ve caught him completely off guard with your outburst. He only stares down at you with those wide eyes of his that were permanently fogged over with his lust for power and control. They were no different, even now as you fall apart in front of him. 

“Why do you keep acting like everything is fine…? Why- Why do you act like- like you didn’t kill our friends? You say you love me, but Lawrence… This isn’t love. This can’t be love,” You continue to cry into his hand as Lawrence stays quiet. Then slowly, tentatively, he comes alive again and wipes your tears away before cupping your cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and you shake your head. 

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m not sorry for what I did, but I am sorry for hurting you.” Lawrence sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to make you cry.”

His words are sincere, but they mean nothing. You know this. It doesn’t matter how much he wants to protect and love you, because his love will always be wrong. It will always hurt. 

You let go of his wrist but his hand stays on your cheek. It slips down to your jaw, propping your head up so you will look at him. He’s overwhelmingly close. You know what he wants to do. “You can’t,” you whisper. 

“I know.” 

He does it anyway, leaning in and kissing your lips softly. It’s tender and sweet and vile. You lay below him, weeping as he kisses you again and again. 

You never kiss him back because you’re terrified. You’re terrified of how warm he is, how gently he holds you and how earnestly your heart flutters. You know that you hate him but you know that he’s all you have left. 

A horrible disease starts to root in your body that day. Lawrence planted it inside you with his hot lips and silver tongue, and now the disease is growing in your heart and lungs. 

Something that you know can’t be love, but it feels horribly close. 

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a fanfic with Eugene where mc is someone whose more so shy (at first/not excessively) but turns out to be also very affectionate? And if its not a bother, could you throw in how Eugene would respond to being complimented about his smile??? (despite it coming from someone shy, lol)

Very cute request :) I hope I made what you wanted, it was a little hard to tell exactly what you wanted in regards to the reader’s personality. 

Pairing: Eugene/You

If Eugene had to be honest, he didn’t like you very much when you first came. You were overly shy, way too reserved and weak in his opinion. You never expressed your feelings, and you always went out of your way to do something for someone else… You just can’t survive in a world like this with that sort of attitude. 

So maybe he was more worried about you than annoyed, but whatever. 

As time flew by, you slowly became more comfortable and that’s when Eugene saw your true personality spark through. As you made friends with the guys, your shyness eventually wore off and was replaced with something more headstrong. You were still a little bashful, but that was just your personality. 

But along with that, you were surprisingly bold. 

Eugene guesses it has to do with your kindness. You’ll frequently try your best to show your gratitude towards the others with various methods, whether it be compliments or hugs. Sometimes even a friendly kiss on the cheek. 

It baffled him. Eugene wants to say it makes him uncomfortable, but… that would be a lie. 

Today was a normal day, or at least as normal as it could be during an apocalypse. 

It was break time, which Eugene usually spent taking a nap, but today he was a little more cheerful. He had gone downstairs earlier and played a little piano in secret, so now a wonderful sort of tune was stuck in his head. He hummed as he walked down the school halls until eventually, he bumped into you. He greets you with a cocky smile. 

“What’s got you so happy today?” You ask him, your voice soft and smooth like it always was. He wonders how you would sound singing sometimes. 

“Just glad there’s no zombies today,” he shrugs. He’s still smiling. 

“Has anyone told you how bright your smile is, Eugene?” 

The question honestly comes out of nowhere, at least in his opinion. He sputters, face turning red quicker than he would like. “Uh- no?” 

Your bright eyes shine at him. Apparently, you were pleased to catch him off guard. “I like it when you smile at me. It’s nice to know you’re happy.” 

“U-um.” God, now he’s stuttering. He bites his lip and nods at you, anxiously fixing the hat on his head. “Thanks.” 

“Anytime, Eugene,” you smile as you pat his arm and then walk around him, continuing on your path to wherever you were going before. He can’t help but watch as you walk away. 

Man… Eugene stuffs his hands in his pockets, face still a delightful red as he sighs. He wishes you could have given him some warning before you left. He wanted to compliment your smile, too. 

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Melt My Cool (Lawrence/You)

Prompt: “You know it’s starting to get colder at night. I wouldn’t mind the company if you wanted to stay the night.”

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Night by night, the temperature slowly gets colder and colder. There’s no way of truly knowing, but you feel like the air is reaching the negatives. When it’s day time, you feel like you can manage yourself better than with the sun out as a natural heater. It might not be very warm, but at least it’s something.

At night, you practically freeze alone in your classroom.

Everyone is just as cold as you, of course. Finding blankets and winter clothes has become more of a necessity than before, all of you trying to find what you can in raided clothing stores and antique shops. You managed to find yourself some sturdy boots, though they’re a little big. You also have a wool hat and a thick jacket, and you wear all of your warmest clothes to bed, but it’s still not enough. Your toes feel as if they’re going to fall and your ears burn and give you a headache when you wake in the morning.

If surviving in the apocalypse was bad before, winter has made it even worse.

Lawrence, the amazing leader that he is, manages to stay calm and rational even though you know he’s equally miserable as everyone else. His quick thinking helps all of you out tremendously. You feel ashamed that even with all of his hard work, it’s still not enough.

Before the dinner meeting, you take your blanket with you to 1-C and curl up in a desk chair with it surrounding you. You notice that Eugene takes off and then reappears with his own blanket. He looks at you with a smile as he sits down in his own seat, and then the meeting finally starts.

You zone out for most of it, but you take mental notes when you feel Lawrence says something crucial. He mentioned something about finding more boards or plastic to cover the windows to help the cold stay out of the building, and you think it’s a great idea. Other than that, the meeting flows by like a breeze, and suddenly you’re all headed back to your classrooms for the night.

Right as you’re about to leave the room, Lawrence stops you with a hand tugging a part of your blanket. He looks at you with a smile that’s so warm compared to everything around you. “So I noticed it’s getting a little chilly at night,” he looks you up and down and you laugh, suddenly feeling very embarrassed about how childish you must look to him.

“Yeah, you could say that,” you joke.

“Well, you’re always welcome in my room if you want. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

You’re surprised by his offer, but you can’t help but ask, “really? Is that something you’d offer everyone?” Lawrence gives you another smile as he reaches up and ruffles your hair in a friendly manner.

“Nah. A special offer, just for you.” You swear that your cheeks are pink just because of the cold. “Just thought I’d let you know.” And then he leaves, leaving you all alone in 1-C.

You walk into the hallway. You look over to your room, and then… to Lawrence’s. He had to be kidding, right? There’s no way someone like Lawrence would want to sleep with someone like you. But… it didn’t sound like he was joking. He’s too nice to tease you like that.

In the end, you walk into your own classroom for the night.

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It’s cold.

You should be used to it by now, but you really aren’t. You shiver relentlessly under all your layers, tossing and turning on the hardwood floor. Moonlight seeps through your window, illuminating the room with a soft glow. With the light, you can see the ice starting to form on the outside of the glass.

You don’t let yourself think too much as you stand up, wrapping your blanket around yourself and taking off your boots. You try to let yourself just run on autopilot as you slowly make your way towards Lawrence’s room. It’s rather late into the night and you doubt that he’s awake. If he’s asleep, you can just head back to your room and forget about it.

With three soft knocks on the hardwood, you wait outside of the door in a mix of embarrassment and shame. You really feel like a little kid to be so affected by the cold. Why couldn’t you just man up for once and tough it out? A part of you hopes that Lawrence doesn’t answer. He must think you’re pathetic, which is why he even bothered to give you the offer. He just pities you.

The depressing thoughts quickly end as soon as his door slides open a crack, Lawrence’s eyes peeking through. He opens it the rest of the way once he sees it’s you. “___?”

“Uhm,” you honestly don’t know what to say. You wrap your blanket around you tighter and look at the floor.

He seems to understand because without words he leads you inside, shutting the classroom door behind you. With a hand on your back, he walks to his own makeshift bed and sits you down. “Cold?” He asks simply, and you nod. He laughs to himself, making you frown. “I’m sorry,” Lawrence whispers. “I just noticed that you removed your shoes.”

Your sock covered feet poke out of your blanket and you quickly hide them back inside. “Well, I didn’t… want to kick you or something.”

“How considerate.” You shrug. “You seem nervous. You can always head back to your room.”

You would if you could. There was no way you would be able to sleep now, especially if you decide to run away like a coward. “I’ve just never slept with someone before,” you admit. 

“It’s alright.” Lawrence smiles and sits closer to you, grabbing at your blanket. “You’re going to need to get out of this,” he whispers as he removes the thick cover off your shoulders and then places it on top his own. And then, surprisingly, he removes his jacket and gets himself comfortable under the pile of warmth. “You can lay down whenever you’re ready.”

The moment he removed your blanket you were ready. You’re ready to jump in beside him, but you hesitate. “Should I take off my jacket, too…?”

Lawrence nods, so you do as he says before slowly sinking under the covers. The two of you are instantly close, and while it’s embarrassing, you have to admit that with his blanket and yours, including his own body heat, it’s much warmer. You quickly relax with a sigh, shifting around to get more comfortable.

“You okay?”

You nod. The two of you are facing each other and with the help of the moonlight, you can make out Lawrence’s face and how peaceful he looks. It’s quiet for a small moment as you two simply just stare at each other, but eventually, the silence is broken.

“Are you still cold?” 

“A little, but it’s a lot better,” you whisper. Your feet still feel frozen and so do your hands, but you’re used to that. Lawrence seems to ponder at your response before he licks his lips. You didn’t notice before, but he honestly looks as nervous as you. It makes you feel a little better to know that.

“If you want,” he starts. You watch his mouth open and close multiple times. After a couple of seconds, he laughs. It’s an adorable sound. “I’m sorry, I feel a little awkward about this too.”

“That’s okay,” you’re quick to reassure him.

“But if you want to be warmer, you could always… get closer.”

You flush at what he’s trying to insinuate. He’s offering for you to cuddle him.

Too flustered to speak, you silently scoot toward him. He opens his arms, letting you snuggle up close to him and rest your head against his chest. You know that you’re not doing this just to keep warm anymore. You… you really like Lawrence, and you want to be close to him.

But you wouldn’t dare tell him that. So you try to reciprocate, offering your own warmth as you wrap an arm around his waist.

“Thank you, Lawrence,” you whisper honestly, and instead of saying anything, he just holds you tighter. 

You fall asleep that night finally feeling warm, as well as safe and protected. It’s the best night’s sleep you’ve had in a really long time.

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hi, I saw ur post about requests and I was wondering if you could do maybe a jealous Zion (he’s my best boy uwu)? I absolutely love your blog and I think your content is perfect the way it is🥰 (not all of us are horny, I can assure you ;))

Thank you!! I hope you enjoy the request. Hopefully, I kept everyone in character!

Pairing: Zion/You

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The day started off pretty well. You went out on patrol with Harry in the morning, and since you had a good roll with him going, you decided to keep hanging out through the day. You sat with him in 1-C during the break when there was nothing to do around the school and even ate with him during the dinner meeting. You and Harry didn’t get to talk often, so you appreciated that you got to make up for lost time today. He was a nice guy to be around!

You never seemed to notice the glares Zion was giving off the entire time.

Don’t get him wrong, Zion liked Harry plenty. Maybe he could be a bit of a wuss in Zion’s mind, but he knew how to get stuff done and stop conflict before it could even start. Zion could respect that. And he knew you were safe with Harry, but… did you really have to look so happy about it? You never looked so excited to hang out with him. What was so interesting about Harry?

The next morning you decided to sit next to Zion until the meeting started. He felt a rush of victory (that he wouldn’t dare verbalize) that you decided to hang out with him out of everyone else, as childish as that may seem. You two began to chat casually, joking like you usually do, until Harry walks into the room.

You light up when you see him and say something rather nonsensical in Zion’s opinion, but Harry seems to get it as he bursts out laughing with you. Immediately, his mood dampens.

Must be some sort of inside joke…?

Thankfully, Harry sits by himself at the other side of the room, not furthering your conversation any more. Good. What was so funny, anyway?

Zion was so busy practically glaring at Harry that he didn’t notice Lawrence had walked in until he clapped his hands twice in order to get everyone’s attention.

“We’ll do things like usual today,” he starts. “We’re pretty stocked up for food, so I feel comfortable skipping a town search for today. We’ll do patrols just like normal, but that will be it. Harry, you’re with me for today on the first floor, and Eugene is with ___-“

“Nope,” Zion interrupts without a trace of remorse. He reaches over and places a hand on your head, messing up your hair with a grin. You curse at him and quickly fight his hands away before smoothing your hair back in place. You’re way too cute. “Kid is with me today.”

Don’t fight me on this.

“Oh?” Lawrence raises an eyebrow in interest. “Any particular reason why?”

“Any particular reason why not?” He quips back and Lawrence only smiles.

“I suppose not. Then Zion will be with ___on the second floor, and Ethan and Eugene will be together outside the school.”

“Wh- don’t I get a say in this?” You try to defend yourself and Zion just rolls his eyes.

“What, you saying you don’t want to be around me anymore?”

You immediately answer with a shake of your head. “No! It’s just- ugh. Whatever,” you grumble and grab at Zion’s arm, dragging him out of the meeting room. “Let’s go.”

The two of you start your patrol in relative silence, a silence that makes Zion worry if maybe he did something wrong. “Hey…” he starts, trying to look down and gauge your expression. “Did I mess up?”

You sigh. “No, not really. I just hate when you treat me like a kid, you know? You don’t need to make my decisions for me.”

“Right…” Zion can understand that. He sort of feels a little guilty, now. “I don’t think you’re a kid. I just, uh, really wanted to… patrol with you today.”

Ugh, he feels like such a sap. But it’s all to make you feel better, right? He can make peace with sounding a little stupid if it’s for you.

“Why?”

Zion groans, rolling his shoulders back with a grimace. He really doesn’t want to say it out loud. “Can’t you just be flattered I wanted to hang out with you and move on?”

“I am flattered! But flattery doesn’t come from you very often, can you blame me for being curious?”

“Whatever!” The redhead nervously fidgets with the metal bar on his arm, not looking directly at you. “I just wanted to hang out because you had so much fun with Harry yesterday and I thought that was stupid, alright? I wanted you to, I don’t know,” God, he’s never felt more like an idiot, “wanted you to realize you don’t need to hang out with Harry in order to be happy or something. I can do that too… I think?”

You don’t say anything for probably only a couple of seconds, but to Zion, it feels like an eternity. His face feels almost as red as his hair.

God! This sucks! Expressing how you feel sucks! Why didn’t he just make a joke or something??

Eventually, he feels you grab onto his arm and when he looks down at you, you’re smiling. “Zion, you big sap,” you bring him into a small hug. “You don’t have to be jealous of the others. You already make me happy, so don’t worry, alright?”

You break the hug before he truly wants it to end, but that’s fine. He scratches the back of his face and barely notices that your face is probably just as red as his. He breaks out into a grin and laughs lightly. “Yeah, alright. As long as it stays that way, I won’t beat the other guys up, I guess.”

…

“Can I talk about this to the guys?”“Absolutely not!!”

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Hi! Could you please write about MC's first kiss with Eugene? I really like your writing! I hope you have a nice weekend 🌻

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my writing so far :) I hope you also have a nice weekend!!

Pairing: Eugene/You

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Lunchtime. Eugene’s favorite time of day. 

What can he say? He liked to eat. Back before everything started, Eugene remembers sitting at home, laid back on the couch with a soda and bag of chips, watching his favorite show. He did that almost every day of the week, could you blame him for missing it? He used to be able to eat and eat until he couldn’t possibly take any more, and now he’s in a zombie apocalypse where food is rationed out in small quantities to prevent starvation. 

Honestly, everyone is just as hungry as Eugene is. He’s just louder about it. 

Zion was pretty fed up with his complaining tonight, as were the other members, and you honestly couldn’t blame them. You adored Eugene, really, but he was perhaps a touch too whiny tonight.

“I’m just saying that-”

“Yeah, yeah!” Zion interupts with a hard roll of his eyes. “We get it! Poor Eugene, he’s so hungry and so sad he can’t eat more! He wants my muffin! I know you do, and you’re not getting any,” He finishes his vent with a big mocking bite off the top of his bread.

Eugene’s cheeks flush as he pouts. “Well maybe if you’d give me some, I’d stop complaining.”

“Eugene,” you sigh and turn your head to look at him with tired eyes. Without giving him much warning, you lean in and give him a soft kiss on the lips.

They’re chapped and salty from his chips, but you weren’t expecting anything different.

He shudders and stays stock still, not daring to return your kiss as he stares at you in what you believe might be awe. There’s various reactions around the classroom but you don’t pay them any mind as you smile at the blonde and give him one more kiss (on the cheek this time). “Shut up and finish your dinner.”

Eugene does just that, not daring to look at you for the rest of the evening as he silently nibbles on his chips. You’d be worried that you offended him if it wasn’t for how red his cheeks are.

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Don’t Think Twice (Zion/You)

Summary: You get caught singing the lyrics to Don’t Think Twice by Zion, and he decides to tease you by taking the song very, very seriously. You don’t know if you can handle it. 

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You had the song stuck in your head practically all day.

You hummed it under your breath as you went around on patrol and did other daily things around the high school. You got eyed a few times throughout the day for it, but thankfully no one commented on it, so you continued to quietly hum the tune.  

You were in the storage room, presumably alone, as you checked the windows and started to sort food. All alone, you felt safe to softly sing the lyrics to the song.

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times, cross the line…

Don’t think twice, don’t think twice,

Don’t think twice, baby, don’t think twice.

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, kiss me three times, be mine…

“Awfully forward of you,” a sudden voice interrupts your singing and you jolt in surprise as you look over your shoulder.

“Don’t get any ideas, Zion,” you roll your eyes and continue to look at expiration dates on various food packages. “Don’t you have anything better to do than tease me?”

You can hear him come closer from behind you. “Well, I thought I had to kiss you. Once? Twice? Three times? That’s an awful lot of kisses,” He teases lightly, squatting next to you on the floor as he silently begins to help.

“I also said not to think twice, but I’d be lucky if you even thought once.”

“Are you saying I don’t ever think?”

“Your words, not mine,” you grin and fall forward from Zion pushing you. Just enough to annoy you, not enough to make you fall over.  

“What’s that song even from? Or did you make it up because you’re lonely?”

You ignore his attempt to insult you as you answer honestly, “it’s from a game I used to play. I honestly didn’t really care for the song, but it’s just been stuck in my head today.” He hums in acknowledgment before the two of you continue to silently work together. It’s a comfortable silence which doesn’t surprise you. As hot-headed as he could be, Zion was always a comfortable person to hang around. It helped that you felt a touch safer with him around, too. Even though you knew the likability of getting attacked right now was slim, it was still relaxing to know you had someone watching your back.

“I think we’re all done,” you softly break the silence and stand up, Zion shortly following after. You head for the door before he stops you, calling out your name.

He grins at you cheekily, leaning into you and whispering, “You forgot something.” And to your surprise, he tilts his head and gives you a rather sweet peck on your cheek.

You stutter, face flushing red. “W-what?”

“That’s one,” Zion winks before opening the class door from behind you and walking away. “Two more to go.”

“Oh, eat it, Zion!” You yell at him as he disappears down the hall, his laugh fading away with him. Once you shake off the flustered feeling crawling in your belly, you quickly run to the rest of your responsibilities for the day.

Don’t think about it too hard, you tell yourself. He’s just trying to get a reaction out of you.

Because face it, this was Zion. Why else would he kiss you?

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That evening during the dinner meeting, Zion hummed your song as he ate, and you’d honestly punch him if it wasn’t for the public setting. What a cheeky bastard.

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You’d mostly forgotten about the whole thing a few days later since Zion never did kiss you again. Today you’re with him and Ethan, scouting outside of the school in search for any clean food or supplies. You had luckily only run into a few zombies so far, of which Ethan was able to quickly swing at before it became a problem.

The three of you ended up in a small antique shop. Usually, you didn’t bother with such places but Zion had made a fair point that they could have things like blankets or rope, so you all headed inside. You were browsing one of the aisles filled with broken ceramics when you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

“What’s up, Zion?” He has a stuffed animal in his hands.

It’s a valentine bear, of all things?

It’s brown and fluffy with beady black eyes, the small stuffed arms holding onto a red heart that spells out “kiss me” in cursive. You give him a strange look. “What the hell is this?”

“Can you just hold it for a second?” He rolls his eyes and you don’t know why you decide to take it from him, but you do. And you don’t know why you’re surprised when he leans in again, kissing the opposite cheek from last time. “That’s two,” he whispers in your ear before pulling away. You blame the cold weather for the way you shudder.

“This was a stupid idea,” you place the bear down on the shelf. “Did you just look for the best thing that insinuated a kiss and then come running?”

“Maybe,” Zion shrugs before looking at the opposite end of the store where Ethan was. “You ready to bust this joint?”

Ethan nods. Within a minute, you all leave the store with pretty much nothing in hand. Except for a small teddy bear that you may have snuck into your bag.

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“What is that?” Lawrence asks you one morning when he had come into your room for a quick talk. He’s looking at the bear you have propped on one of the student tables along with other various non-important items. You shrug, turning your back to it.

“Just something I found in a shop. I thought it was cute so I brought it back with me.”

“Oh,” Lawrence seems satisfied with your response. “Okay.”

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He’s getting more ballsy.

You haven’t let your guard down again since the second kiss. Zion has tried on multiple occasions to kiss you for the ‘third time’, but you’re quick on your feet and manage to block him, either with ease or great effort when he was annoyingly persistent about it sometimes. Though, thank the stars, he hasn’t tried to do it in front of the guys yet.

Yet.

You’re all together for breakfast this morning, just as you do every day. You sit between Zion and Harry, propped up on a miniature bookshelf to give you more height as Lawrence leads the meeting, talking about patrols and the usual runabout. It’s boring but you pay attention since it’s crucial to your survival at this point.

You have a pack of chips (you had to fight Eugene pretty hard in order to snag them) for your meal, and you were at the crumb end of the bag. You lean your head back and lift it to your face, pouring the chips like a chute into your mouth.

Though there were quite a few more crumbs than you thought and you ended up getting an explosion of chips all over you.

“Shit!” You curse and start shaking your head, Zion laughing beside you as Harry asks if you’re alright. “I’m fine, sorry. Just made a mess.” With a frown, you place the empty bag beside you and lick the crumbs off your lips.

“Hey, you missed some,” Zion giggles and you groan.  

“Ugh, where?”

“I got you,” and he doesn’t give you any warning, just like all the other times, as he kisses the tip of your nose. You can just barely feel his tongue on your skin and you jolt back with a loud cry, pushing him back.

“Oh my god!!! You’re so gross!” You wipe his saliva off your nose. “That was the worst one!”

“But also the last one! The song goes ‘kiss me three times’—“

“Excuse me, what?” Eugene cuts in and you’re getting seriously annoyed. You can’t believe he did that in front of everybody!

“Zion caught me singing this stupid song and has been relentless with his teasing.” You hope the questions end there.

They don’t.

“What’s the song?” Harry asks, and you give him an exasperated look. He seems to realize how embarrassed you are and he gives you a guilty look. “Sorry.”

“It’s not important-“

“Kiss me once, kiss me twice-“ Zion gladly sings and you shove him again. He lets himself sway as he chuckles madly, clearly joyed by your reaction.

“Shut up, Zion!”

“You’ve been kissing her as a joke?” Lawrence has an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Only on the cheek and stuff.” He acts like it’s no big deal.

“You shouldn’t be kissing me at all!”

“Is that actually why you have the bear?” Lawrence ponders out loud and Zion turns to you with his mouth wide open.

“You kept it?!”

“Lawrence!” You cry out, betrayed, but he doesn’t look sorry. Your face is practically on fire. “Can we talk about something else, please?! It’s over! He kissed me three times and that’s how the song goes so can we get over it?”

For the grace of your sanity, everyone thankfully moves on and the meeting continues. You can feel Zion staring at you, but you don’t look back.

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That night while you’re tucked into your blankets, you hear your class door open. Your body tenses.

“It’s me,” Zion announces himself and you naturally relax, even though your still pissed off at him, because at least Zion was better than a zombie creeping in your room. But only by a little bit.

Your back is turned towards the door and you don’t bother to turn around. “What do you want?”

The small bed of blankets you’ve made for yourself shifts as Zion sits beside you. It’s quiet.

Zion sighs, his hand resting on your shoulder as he nudges you to lie on your back. He looks down at you with those beautiful golden eyes of his and you can’t help but feel anxious and vulnerable. “Sorry if I took it too far,” he whispers into the quiet of your room. You look away from his eyes. Once he realizes you aren’t going to say anything, he sighs again. “Why’d you keep it?” It’s painfully obvious what he’s referring to.

“It was a stupid idea, but… it’s a nice memory.” You try and hide under your covers. “And I don’t have a lot of those anymore.”

Zion nods once. He seems deep in thought. “What are you thinking about?” You whisper and he only shrugs. You want to hit yourself for what you say next. “Isn’t it supposed to be ‘don’t think twice’?”

Golden eyes meet yours again in the darkness. Swallowing nervously, you reach out to him, not daring to think twice as you cup his cheek.

You don’t try and stop him when he crawls on top of you, or when he leans down and finally kisses you properly on the lips. Your arms wrap around him as you kiss him back. He whispers, hot breath on your lips, “Isn’t it ‘cross the line’?”

“Yes,”

You kiss him again, letting his body press against yours and envelop you in his warmth. You kiss him once, twice, three times.

Maybe even more than that.

[dangerously-self-indulgent]

Might seem like an odd request.. But a short story in about zion realizing he wants to spend more time with MC but he also feels bad about scarlet. Like he knows once she catches on to his feelings for MC she wont take it well at all. He gets stuck in the middle on who to comfort when they fight. Like im sure he has seen side of her no one else has and gets why she lashes out or gets scared. Views her as a little sister almost but i could be wrong haha.

Thank you for the request! I hope I did it justice :)

Pairing: Zion/You

You were… different from other people he’s met, in a way. There was nothing particularly extraordinary about you. Honestly, you cried and whined too much in his opinion. But he couldn’t help but be drawn to you. Care about you, even as Scarlett tried to pour doubts in him over and over. 

You didn’t treat him any different than the others. You joked with him because you wanted to. You didn’t have anything to gain from him. No one did anymore. And he really liked that. Scarlett… was a different story. 

At first, Scarlett was like everyone else. She came from a rich family, just like him, and latched onto him because of their similar background. He hated everyone who talked and hung out with him during school, but Scarlett was a little different. Sure, she was bratty and annoying, but she stood up for herself. And for Zion. At first, her wants with him were selfish, but it became genuine over time. He appreciated that, so he let her stay with him, and protected her when she needed like she had done for him. 

Once you appeared, Scarlett was immediately annoyed, obviously. Zion honestly didn’t know why she was so upset by your presence. If you two talked without any hostility, maybe Scarlett would see that you’re not all that bad. Maybe she’d see that you’re sweet, honest, caring… beautiful. 

Maybe that’s why he didn’t push the issue. He would have to be incredibly dense not to notice Scarlett’s crush on him. Maybe he didn’t care for her that way, but he did still care about her feelings. Scarlett was observant, and if she knew what Zion was thinking… first of all, she’d treat you even worse than she has already, and secondly, she would be heartbroken. And Zion was a coward in that way and didn’t want to be the cause of heartbreak. So he kept quiet and tried to be reasonable, never picking sides between the two of you. 

Zion was at the end of his rope when the fight broke out. He didn’t know what to do. He knew Scarlett was being irrational and unfair. It was totally out of line to hit you like that. It made his heart throb painfully when he saw you get hurt by one of his friends like that, but it made him respect you as well when you decided not to fight back. Even if Scarlett was being irrational… he knew that she was just scared. Maybe you knew that too?

Zion ached to comfort you. He wanted to apologize because he felt responsible somehow. But if he comforted you now, Scarlett would despise him. What’s a guy to do in a situation like this…? 

In the end, he knows that you have others to rely on. There’s plenty of people you can talk to about the situation, like Ethan or Harry. You don’t need him, but Scarlett does. So he drags her out of the room, trying to keep her calm and from lashing out like a child as he brings her to her classroom. Tries to talk some sense into her until she slams the class door in his face, screaming at him to leave her alone. 

As he walks back to his room, his head and heart aches. Life just isn’t fair sometimes. He thought he had come to terms with that… But apparently not. 

[dangerously-self-indulgent]

Headaches (Harry/You)

Summary: You find out that Harry suffers from headaches after finding his empty pill bottle. You have headaches too, and you feel like maybe you and Harry can become closer from your shared hurt. 

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With quick feet, you rush past Eugene and into Harry’s room, interested in the map Lawrence had mentioned in the meeting before. Harry was glad to show you, setting it on a classroom table as something slipped out of his pocket. Naturally, you go to pick it up, though you are surprised to see that it’s a labelless empty medicine bottle.

“Ah…” Harry takes it from your hands. He looks embarrassed. “It’s nothing…”

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” you try to make him feel better about it. “But… are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” he smiles. “I just get some bad headaches from time to time…”

You nod in understanding. “I get those too,” you admit, “I honestly wish I had some medicine on me for them!”

Harry laughs and you can see him relax. “It’s been empty for a while, but it’s a comforting item to have. I didn’t know you got them too?”

“I have for a while, since before all of this,” you silently refer to your surroundings. The apocalypse. “I’ve had tinnitus for years.”

“Tinnitus?”

You gesture to your ears. “Ringing in the ears,” you explain. “I used to be able to fade it out with music or something like that, but ever since the zombies came and everything… it’s always so quiet. My head gets pretty loud because of it, and it makes me get headaches.”

Harry frowns. “I’m sorry to hear about that… If I come across any mp3 players, I’ll let you know.” You laugh at his offer. You seriously doubt that you would find any, especially any charged and working ones. But you still appreciate the offer. “Thanks, Harry. What about you?”

“It’s kind of complicated,” Harry shrugs. You keep silent, giving him a look that lets him know you’re willing to listen, and he sighs. “My dad used to hit me and my mom when he was drunk. My mom would always cry back then, and I wanted to be strong for her… So I haven’t cried since. And now I have this migraine.”

“Sounds like you could use a good cry,” you whisper with a smile, hoping that he finds nothing more than light-hearted teasing in your tone. “But seriously… if you want to cry, you can. Especially in these circumstances. And… I’m here for you if you need someone to talk to.”

Harry leans in, getting rid of the space between you as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and you put yours around his waist. The two of you squeeze in a small hug. “Thank you,” he says honestly.

After that, he lets you explore the map with him, answering what he knew when you asked questions. Harry has always been someone you felt comfortable around, but even so, you feel like the air between you is a lot more clear. You’re happy that you both know a little bit about each other now.

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“Hey Lawrence,” you tug at Lawrence’s orange sleeve, stopping him in the middle of his tracks. Him, Harry, Ethan and you were all out scouting for materials today when you noticed a small pharmacy ahead. You point at it and ask, “would you mind if I stop in there for a minute?”

Lawrence’s eyes furrow in concern and he frowns. “That wasn’t on the agenda…” He sounds unsure.

“I could find some useful drugs. I’m sure it won’t harm us to take a look?”

You seem to have convinced him, albeit barely. “Alright. Go in with Harry just in case something’s inside. Ethan and I will look around for anything else outside of the building. Is that alright?”

You nod and Harry pats you on the shoulder from beside you. “We’ll be back as fast as we can,” he says.

“Alright. Be careful. We’ll meet at the blue sign.”

“Thanks, Lawrence!”

With a wish for good luck, you all go our different ways.

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Luckily, there are no zombies in the pharmacy, so you’re able to browse the aisles with a breeze. The place isn’t as messy and raided through as the other places you’ve gone to, but there’s definitely a lot of stuff gone. That being said, you and Harry fill your bags with the useful stuff that’s been left.

Harry looks at the shelves bolted to the wall while you stay where the painkillers are hopefully at. You actually manage to find some, to your surprise. There are only four bottles and you check all their lids and expiration dates to make sure they’re still healthy to consume. You end up with three bottles, since you find one empty and with quite a few pills missing, but you’re still thankful to have found any at all.

“Hey, Harry! Catch!” You smile as you throw a bottle at him, watching him quickly turn around and do his best to catch the object flying at him. It bounces off his palm and lands on the ground but he quickly picks it up, a flustered look on his face. You laugh at him lightly and he smiles.

“You remembered,” he says as he reads the label. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you walk over to him and place the other two bottles in his bag. “I scored three total, so they should be able to last us awhile if we ever need them. A bottle for you, a bottle for me, and a bottle for the team if they need it,” you wink at him in a friendly manner.

“I wish I could help you out, too,” he frowns. “You shouldn’t be getting headaches at all. If I could find some sort of player, you wouldn’t get headaches at all…”

“If you could cry a little more, it’d be the same way for you,” you point out and zip up the bag, hoisting it off the ground and putting it around Harry’s shoulders. “There’s a lot of easy solutions to things that just can’t be done anymore. So we get the bad end of the stick and do what we can with it. And this is us doing what we can.” You look him straight in the eye, your hands still lingering on his shoulders. His cheeks pink at your closeness. You think it’s a good look on him. “Don’t think about the what if’s and things like that. Just be happy with things how they are, right?”

He licks his lips before stuttering, “r-right.”

You’re about to say something else, probably something about how cute he was acting, when a sharp, sudden noise cuts you off. You both hear it, your heads snapping toward the noise. You drop your hands from his shoulders and take a step back. “We should leave,” you whisper, and he nods along, heading for the pharmacy door as the noise only gets louder.

Alright. Time to make the best out of a bad situation, right? Right.

[dangerously-self-indulgent]

Zombies and Ghosts

Pairing: No specific pairing. This is a more general work that features mostly Zion and Eugene, but no romance is specified. 

Summary: Over a talk at dinner, Zion mocks you for believing in ghosts. To teach him a lesson, you and Eugene form a plan together. Late at night, Zion walks down the second-floor hallway looking for you but finds something much worse. All according to plan. 

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“Are there any shows you miss?”

This seemed to be the topic of discussion over dinner in the classroom tonight. Lots of names were thrown out there, and it seemed to cast a lot of smiles around the room. Eventually, it got to be your turn, eyes on you as you made your list.

“I really miss the classics from my childhood, stuff like Steven Universe,” you think aloud, and you get a smile from Harry.

“That was a really cute show.”

“It was! But I really liked horror type stuff too, ironically enough,” you shrug and look outside the window. You used to love the idea of horrific things, zombies included, but now? Not so much. “I would watch a lot of paranormal shows. Buzzfeed Unsolved, stuff like that.” This earns you a look from Zion across the room.

“You believe in that stuff?” He asks, a mocking smile on his face.

You roll your eyes at him before taking a bite of your food. “We’re literally living in a world where there are zombies right outside of our building. I don’t think it’s too obscure to think ghosts might exist!”

“Zombies are physical beings, though,” Lawrence butts in, “and there’s a direct cause to their existence. A virus. Ghosts don’t seem to be as possible as zombies.”

“Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there,” you argue. “With that logic, Bigfoot could easily exist as well.”

“That’s cause he does,” Lawrence mutters under his breath, but no one pays specific attention to it. Zion walks over to you from across the classroom, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and messing up your hair rather suddenly. You quickly let go of your food to use your hands to fight him off.

“Hey!”

The redhead laughs at you. “I think we’ve got a daydreamer on our hands! That’s dangerous in this kind of world, you know.”

“Your attitude is what’s dangerous,” you frown and gain a couple of laughs from the members in the room. Zion playfully shoves you with a scoff. “I’m just saying, if you see a little girl down the hall signing for you to join her little cult, don’t come crying to me!”

“Why a little girl?” Eugene suddenly asks and you shrug.

“Demons usually take the form of children so they can trick you.”

“Now that’s the most bullshit thing that’s been said tonight,” Zion barks out another laugh and you’ve had just enough of his teasing. A small plan formulates in your head and you just smile at him, returning to your meal a little smugly.

“Don’t come crying to me,” you warn.

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To your glee, Eugene gladly agrees to help you out with your little project once you come to him after dinner with your plan. The idea was a little crafty, and you both agreed you wanted Zion to be on his lowest guard. It took a while to finish your prop, and once you did, you both waited a few days until you put the plan into action. It was hard for the both of you to be quiet sitting at the corner of the hall, just out of sight, because you both were giggling so much.

“This is going to be so great,” Eugene whispers, and you can’t help but agree. Everything was perfect. You got Lawrence’s permission to leave dinner earlier than usual once the meeting was wrapped up, so you and Eugene got to your hiding spot no problem. The prop sits next to you, along with the small walkie talkie that Eugene had found in the supply closet. Now all you had to do was wait.

Eventually, everyone filed out of 1-C to head to their classrooms for the night. Everyone except for Zion, that is. You may or may not have told him to meet you in the hallway after dark. I have something really important to tell you, you had said. And the redhead, ever so loyal, quickly agreed to your trap. You admit it was a little unfair to trick him like this, but what’s done is done.

“Okay, he’s coming!” You whisper to Eugene, handing him the object and ushering him. “Put it out!!”

The blonde quickly does as you say, dashing and placing it in the middle of the hallway next to the open window, latching the walkie on the back of it before coming back to your hiding spot. “You have it turned on?”

You nod, lifting the other walkie up to your lips.

Footsteps echoed from beyond the hallway, slowly getting closer. The building was encased in darkness except for the one window where moonlight slipped through. It provided just enough light to create the silhouette you were hoping for.

The silhouette of a little girl in a white, flowing dress and long black hair (which was actually a sheet and a torn up mop).

“___?” Your name was called out from who you could immediately tell was Zion. “Are you here? I- what? ___?”

Perfect. He had seen it, then.

“Uh.” You had to slap a hand over Eugene’s mouth as he started shaking in his efforts not to laugh. You were struggling yourself, though, so you couldn’t blame him for almost breaking. “Who are you?”

You flipped the button on your walkie and started to whisper.

“Play with me, please,” A gust of wind shot through the open window, making the sheet whip around eerily.

“Play?” You could hear the confusion in Zion’s voice. “What do you-”

“I have somewhere fun we can go, please,” You tried your best to sing in the tune that you and Eugene had agreed on. “Play with me, don’t leave me alone, I have somewhere fun we can go, please,”

“Holy fucking shit,” whispered Zion. You wish you could see his face right now. You bet that it was to die for.

You tapped hard on Eugene’s shoulder, signaling him to pull out your last little trick of the evening.

“Please, Zion, don’t leave me alone! I have somewhere fun we can go!”

The button was pressed, making two faux eyes on the prop suddenly glow red, making Zion let out a shrill scream. You couldn’t take it; immediately you burst out laughing into the walkie, seemingly scaring him even more as you heard Zion run down the hallway. Eugene broke too, falling against the floor and holding his gut as you both laughed harder than you have in months.

“Oh my fucking god,” Eugene cried from the floor. “Oh my god. Oh my god, that was so funny,”

“I can’t believe it worked!” You looked over to the prop. From your point of view, it really wasn’t scary at all. “Oh my god, should we say anything?”

“No!” Eugene shook his head, smiling widely. “Let’s sneak back to our rooms and see what happens in the morning. Keep it to yourself, alright?”

You agreed. Prop in hands, the both of you shook with your giggles all the way back to your respective classrooms.

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Not wanting to potentially miss Zion, you woke up early the next day. You practically skipped into 1-C, a big grin adoring your face that you couldn’t hide. No one else was in the room except for Lawrence. He eyed you skeptically, but you didn’t mind.

“Someone’s a little cheerful this morning…” He sounds intrigued, if not a little suspicious.

You smile at him and shrug, picking up a muffin from the pile of breakfast food on one of the desks. “Just glad to be alive, Lawrence!” And you can’t say that was a lie, either.

The leader just hums in response, still eyeing you but not asking any questions. You were glad.

Eventually, Eugene comes in the room, shortly after Harry, and he quickly runs over and sits at the desk beside you with the same grin you were wearing this morning. Lawrence seemed to notice that, too, especially as you two whispered and giggled manically together.

Then Zion came into the room, giving Lawrence all the context clues he needed.

“Wow, Zion, you look a little shaken up,” he points out to the class. Once you look up at him, you see that it’s true. His eyes are baggy from lack of sleep and he’s paler than usual, his shoulders tense. He looks on edge. Eugene continues to laugh but you smack his chest to keep him quiet.

Zion smacks his lips, his mouth apparently dry as he tries to speak. “Yeah,” he shakes his head, trying to dismiss whatever thoughts were in his head, “yeah I’m fine. Just a little out of it. Had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare, huh?” Eugene prodded him. “What was it about?”

The redhead looks over at the two of you. You, trying desperately to not make eye contact while you hid a smile from behind your hand, and Eugene sitting and looking at him a little too smugly. Zion might be a little hotheaded, but he’s not dense. He puts the pieces together rather quickly.

“You!” Zion roars, dashing over and slamming the desk in front of you with his hands. “I can't believe you guys!! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

After being called out you couldn’t help but burst out laughing again, your eyes watery from the effort of holding it back. “I’m sorry! But you asked for it!”

“You guys are the actual worst!” Zion flushes from anger (and probably embarrassment) as he reaches over, punching Eugene hard in the shoulder.

The younger boy groans, nursing his shoulder and frowning. “Hey! It was _____’s idea!”

“What happened?” Someone finally asks. You look over at Harry, seeing confusion written all over him and the others.

Suddenly Lawrence walks in the room, taking everyone by surprise as they didn’t even notice he left. In his hands is the prop that was hiding in your closet. “Would it have anything to do with this?”

Zion’s mouth gapes open. “You scared me with that?!”

“What?”

“Ok, so maybe Eugene and I secretly built a prop to look like a little girl in the middle of the night to scare Zion.” You admit. “But it was his fault! He mocked me for believing in ghosts, so this is just your karma, honestly.”

“Bullshit! Karma has nothing to do with it! You were just being a dick!” Zion sputters and walks over to the prop. “Where the hell did you even get some of this shit?”

“That’s what I was just about to ask,” Lawrence nods, looking over at you. “Afterall, a pair of working walkie talkies is extremely valuable. And you hid them away for a prank?”

Eugene tries to defend you both. “An admittedly really funny prank!!” He gestures to the prop. “I mean, just look at it!”

The leader shrugs, “sure. Admittedly funny, but still, we shouldn’t use resources like this.”

“Funny?!” Zion gasps, offended. “This isn’t funny! I was terrified!”

“Of a wooden pole with a mop for hair and a sheet.”

“And the singing! That was the worst part!”

“I have somewhere fun we can go,” Eugene sings with a smile, earning him another hard hit from Zion.

Lawrence clears his throat, gaining the attention of the room back rather quickly. His eyes narrow at you and Eugene, and you suddenly feel like a child about to be scolded by their parent. “Still, using resources in a time of need in such a silly manner isn’t okay. The two of you will be punished for stressing out a member and wasting the batteries on the radios.”

“Punished?” You groan and roll your eyes at the way Zion gleams.

“Precisely. Eugene, you’ll have the duty of bathrooms for the rest of the week-“

“Oh come on!”

“And ___-“ Lawrence smiles at you, “you’ll have the rest of patrol duty this week with me.”

“What?” You and Zion spoke at the same time, confusion clear in your tone.

Eugene whines. “Are you serious? I’d rather do that!”

“I don’t think so, Eugene,” Lawrence chuckles. “I’m going to need to see significant progress while I’m on patrols, and you’ll find that I’m very, very hard to please.” He eyes you mischievously, and you can’t help but anxiously swallow. You think you’d rather clean the bathrooms.