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thirstyforbishiesimagines · 4 years

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Hehehe I had way too much fun trolling this ‘cold’ grumpy boii! Poor Eugene can’t catch a break!

Also... Zion’s such a mood in this fic ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Enjoy xx

Dangerous Fellows Christmas Event

Eugene x Reader

Fluff

🎅 🎄 I Post-Apocalypse

“EUGENE! STOP… RUNNING!” Legs slowing down from fatigue, totally out of breath, you continue to chase after him.

“NO!” He calls back, zooming in and out of each room as you tail his every move.

“It’ll be cute! I swear!” You plead helplessly, holding out a fuzzy snowman costume toward him.

“HELL. NO.”

“Eugeneee! Pleaseee! We’re gonna be late!”

“GOOD! WE’LL JUST STAY HOME THEN!” He rushes past you, sprinting into the bedroom before locking the door behind him.

“Come on, Eugene!” You catch your breath before slumping against the door for support. “Stop being childish! Everyone will be dressed up!”

“I DON’T CARE!” He yells from behind the door. “AND WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A SNOWMAN?!”

You chuckle lightly, not needing to see his face, you could already picture the cute pout upon his features as he retaliates.

“We all selected from a list! You refused to take part in choosing, so you were left with the snowman nobody wanted!”

You waited patiently for his reply. But as time passed, you were met with nothing but silence. Bringing your ear to the door, you could hear the quiet mumbles of a grumpy Eugene.

Realising you had no other choice, you decide to go with plan B to combat his stubborn resolve.

Pretending to sigh heavily, you slowly begin to walk away while putting on your best discouraged voice.

“Fine! You win! Let me go get changed and then we can go…”

A sinister smile wide upon your lips, you sneakily slip out a newly bought costume from your bag.

A couple minutes go by as Eugene continues to hide himself away.

Exhaling deep, you mask your mischievous grin and casually call out, “OK, EUGENE! I’M DONE! LET’S GO NOW!”

Eyes glued toward the bedroom, you watch as the golden-haired male exits the doorway, a bright triumphant smile upon his lips.

“We’re late now…” You sigh as you pick up your plate of freshly baked cookies, nonchalantly stepping out from behind the counters — now in clear view.

As Eugene’s eyes land on your figure, his winning smile gets utterly washed out by the overwhelming colour of crimson painted over his face.

“ARGH! W-WHAT ARE YOU W-WEARING?!” He stutters, completely paralysed as he shamelessly gawks at your outfit.

Cleavage pushed up to the nines and booty cheeks threatening a full display from the smallest of movements, you simply answer, “My costume?”

You head towards the front door; clad in nothing but lacy red lingerie, a red mini skirt with fluffy white trimming and a simple Santa hat.

As you turn the doorknob, Eugene beelines toward you and slams the door shut. Arms out wide, he shields you from the outside world.

“YOU CALL THAT A COSTUME?!” He questions, totally exasperated as his eyes scan over you in every direction.

“Eugene… we don’t have time for this…” Moving him out of the way, you reach out for the doorknob again before he quickly grabs hold of your arms.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! YOU ARE DEFINITELY NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE LIKE THIS! GO GET CHANGED!”

“But… this role is important... Who else will be Santa then?” You ask innocently, tilting your head in fake concern.

“I DON’T KNOW! BUT IT SURE AS HELL WON’T BE YOU!”

“Eugene…”

He then grabs your hands tight, crouching down before looking up to meet your gaze with pleading amber eyes. “Please, (Y/N)! I’ll do anything, I’ll even wear that dumb snowman costume. Just please don’t wear this out.”

“…Really?”

“I’ll put it on right now if you want!” Eugene replies with desperation.

Got him.

Knowing you had him completely wrapped around your finger, you ultimately decide to ease him of his torturous distress. “Well… I guess I might have another outfit somewhere…”

Practically on his knees by now, he pleads once more. “Yes, please… just… anything but that.”

“Okay… I’ll go get changed…”

“Oh, thank god.” Eugene exclaims before slumping down onto the couch.

Taking a small peek at his defeated form as you leave, you witness Eugene laid back — hands covering his red-hot face as his voice is muffled within his palms. “Dammit… she’ll be the death of me.”

At last, you were dressed in the original outfit you had planned to wear all along. Unbeknownst to Eugene, of course. Stepping out into the lounge, you sport a pure white, long feathery dress with a floating halo attached above your head — an entirely opposite theme to the scantily clad fabric you had on just moments before.

Surely, he wouldn’t oppose to leaving with an ‘angel’.

Standing before your spiritually depleted boyfriend, you twirl around merrily before flashing him a glowing grin.

He stares for a moment before shaking his head. “No good… You’re still too cute.”

Astonished over his constant denial, you groan, “Eugene!”

“Fine… at least it won’t skyrocket my blood pressure this time.”

You stare at him as he avoids your eyes. “Your turn.”

Eugene hesitates slightly before sighing, finally grabbing the once abandoned costume. “Why do I feel played…?”

“I look stupid…” Eugene complains, his feet heavy with every step.

“No… you’re adorable!” You giggle as you excitedly skip up to Harry’s doorstep, hearing Eugene sigh for the thousandth time behind you.

Before you could even knock, Harry swings the door open. “Welcome!”

Eugene’s eyes go wide for a moment as he realises what Harry was wearing. You look back and poke your tongue out at him as he groans in defeat. Covered in red and white with a sack of presents to match, Harry gleams happily within his Santa costume. “Merry Christmas, guys!”

“Merry Christmas, Harry!” You beam back wholeheartedly.

“Yeah, yeah…” Eugene sighs once more, dreading the chaos within.

Harry gestures inside, “Come in! Everyone’s already here.”

Stepping into the warmly lit home, you’re both welcomed with an onslaught of greetings and well wishes from all around the room. Your eyes light up with joy as you reunite with the friends you now call ‘family’. Seeing everyone’s festive spirit made you feel right at home.

“HEYYY!!” Zion greets loudly from the kitchen. Stepping out into the lounge, you’re met with the brazenly exposed, half-naked redhead with a gold ribbon tied neatly around his neck. “Aww, well aren’t you guys the cutest?” Zion calls out as you break into hysterical laughter.

“…Aren’t you cold?” Eugene asks, wholly unimpressed, eyes creasing as thin as slits.

“You’re right… it DID get cold all of a sudden…” Zion wraps his arms around his bare form before looking in your direction. “(Y/N), did you HAVE to bring the snow in with you?”

“And… it starts.” Eugene mutters under his breath. Wiping the tears in the corners of your eyes, you try to question his clothing options—or lack thereof—but Eugene beats you to it. “So, what are you meant to be anyway?”

Zion’s eyes go wide with shock, dumbfounded by his simple question. “You can’t tell? Am I not a gift to your eyes?”

The room falls silent. So quiet, you could even hear the soft crackles of the flames within the fireplace.

Zion looks around the room, flabbergasted at everyone’s absent response. “I’m everyone’s Christmas present!”

“Bet you’re full of coal.” Eugene snickers.

“Only if you’ve been bad~” Zion fires back with a wink as he backs away toward the kitchen again, finger gunning the entire way back until he was out of view.

Eugene groans before sighing once more. “Today’s gonna be a long day... Can I take this off now?”

“Nooo! We need to take a family photo with everyone first!” Stopping him from unzipping himself and trying to lighten his sour mood, you nudge Eugene’s side playfully. “Come on! Everyone’s in the Christmas spirit and having fun!”

“Urgh… This is why I hate Christmas…”

You giggle at his predictable response before cheerfully waving back to Ethan and Lawrence sitting by the fire. “Ok, Scrooge. How about we say hello to everyone first and then go grab some food, sound good?”

He’ll be in a better mood after he eats.

“Fine… You know I’m only putting up with this ‘cause I love you, right?”

“I know.” Leaning up on your toes, you give Eugene a quick peck on his cheek. “Thank you, Eugene.”

“Yeah…” He murmurs, scratching the back of his golden tresses awkwardly.

Standing by the dining table filled with traditionally festive dishes, you lovingly feed spoonful’s of pudding to your now content boyfriend. For once, he wasn’t complaining about being here or feeling defensive over his attire. He began to actually enjoy himself as he caught up with everyone.

Well… That was until Zion came back to set down some eggnog on the table.

Coming up beside you, Zion looks toward Eugene before letting out a giant sneeze… a fake one of course. But it was enough to bring Eugene’s mood back to square one.

“WHY DON’T YOU JUST PUT A SHIRT ON, YOU FUCKING NARCISSIST?!”

“Man… the winter breeze sure is howling loud today!” Zion effortlessly ignores him as he snakes an arm around your shoulders. “You know, (Y/N)… since it’s so cold here, I heard that an easy way to warm ourselves is to cuddle each other while being stark nake-”

Before he could finish his sentence, with lightning fast reflexes, Eugene swipes a plastic butter knife from the table and places it by Zion’s cheek. His eyes now dark with murderous intent, voice seething in malice. “Hands.Off.My.Girlfriend.”

Zion immediately takes his hands off of you and raises them up as a sign of mercy. “Whoa… Chill, bro.”

“Ayeee~” Judy chimes in as she reaches out her hand for a synchronised fist bump with the proud redhead.

“Pfft-” Failing to stifle your chuckle, you go into an uncontrollable fit of laughter again, having way too much fun from everyone’s shenanigans.

Eugene snaps his head toward you, a look of utter betrayal in his expression. “Really, (Y/N)? That joke got you too?”

“I’m s-sorry… The timing… was perfect!” You manage to say as you clutch your stomach, giving in to the giggles.

About ready to burn his costume at this point, Eugene barks out, “CAN WE TAKE THIS DAMN PICTURE ALREADY?!”

Now cozy in their everyday clothes—after the chaotic madness of capturing the perfect group photo—the mood was tranquil as everyone chatted amongst themselves.

A moment of calm washed over the both of you as you sat comfortably within Eugene’s embrace by the roaring fire. A glass of warm eggnog within your palms, Eugene rested his chin within the curve of your neck — drained from the constant torment.

“Finally… Zion can leave me alone with his lame ass dad jokes now.”

Feeling somewhat responsible and guilty for putting your boyfriend through such turmoil, you decide to sneakily lead him away to a place that Harry secretly set up for you.

“What are you planning now?” Eugene’s eyebrow raises, underlying skepticism within his voice as you slip away from the party.

Spotting the hanging mistletoe in the hallway ahead, you eagerly drag Eugene over and situate him right underneath.

“OK! Now, look up!”

Eyes raising toward the ceiling before settling back on your expectant gaze, he smirks roguishly, “If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just asked.”

Is it too cliché?

Suddenly feeling horrified by how enthusiastic you were, you cover your rosy cheeks with your palms and attempt to run off. “You’re right! This is dumb!”

“Hey!” Eugene protests as he hastily grabs you by the hand and gently pulls you into his arms, chuckling as he witnesses your bashful demeanour. “It’s only fair if I get to tease you a little too…”

His hand reaches up to caress your cheek, thumb gliding over your mouth as it lingers upon your soft lips. Leaning in close, his hot breath inches from your skin, he whispers, “How are you so adorable?”

Without a moment of hesitation, your eyelids flutter to a close — anticipating the warmth of his lips pressed upon yours.

Just as you were about to close the gap however, a wolf whistle echoes from the end of the hall.

Both taken aback by surprise, you turn your heads to witness a sneering Zion leaning against the wall… watching in amusement. “Oh, ho ho~ Be careful, (Y/N). If this gets any steamier, Olaf over here will melt away!”

Your face burns with embarrassment having been caught in the act of such a lovey-dovey scene. Infuriated by his interruption, Eugene blows up in rage for the... how many times today? You seem to have lost count at this point.

“SERIOUSLY, ZION! DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?! I’M NOT EVEN WEARING THAT STUPID COSTUME ANYMORE!”

Waving his hand indifferently in dismissal, Zion wanders off, dusting his hands like he had just completed a job well done.

“God, he’s so irritating! How is he everywhere?!” Eugene grumbles as he massages his temples with his fingers.

“Even I’m starting to get annoyed now.” You admit, your eyes falling into aggravated slits at Zion’s retreating form.

“We should have never come…” Eugene pouts, his expression reminding you of a provoked cat.

Cute...

You wrap your arms around him, hoping to calm him again. You hear him sigh in frustration as he returns your embrace before nuzzling his face into your (h/c) locks. “You know he only teases out of love, right?”

He scoffs at the thought.

Taking his hand in yours, you smile knowingly. “Plus, you don’t need to hide it, I know you enjoyed seeing everyone again.”

His attention shifts to the side, avoiding your gaze as his cheeks grow a subtle blush. “Whatever.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his innocent response.

“Anyways…” He trails off as his fingers delicately lift your chin upwards. “The only love I need is yours.”

Leaning down a second time, Eugene’s gentle lips press together with yours. Fitting together as perfect as a puzzle, you gasp lightly as he hugs you tighter.

His scent was... reminiscent of faint firewood.

His lips... tasting of subtle hints of cinnamon.

Every part of him consumed your senses.

As he grips your chin eagerly, your mouth parts immediately as if by instinct — welcoming his intoxicating tongue.

Contrary to what Zion believed, Eugene’s kiss left your body melting under his every touch.

As your lips part ways with his, Eugene’s eyes were met with your fervent gaze — his eyebrows furrowing in response. “Can we go home now?”

Misunderstanding his intentions, you fail to hide your sadness. “You hated the party that much?”

“It’s not that… It was good to see everyone. But, I just… wanna spend some time with you now, (Y/N)…”

“O-Oh…Okay.” You stutter. He wasn’t usually this forward or honest, and it left you feeling a little shy. The prior hours, as you dragged on your stay, made you somewhat apologetic toward him. “I’m sorry for making you wear that costume.”

His eyes go wide before smiling warmly. “It’s fine… as long as you had fun.”

A bubbly grin on your face, you beam, “I did! Thank you, Eugene!”

Eugene chuckles quietly in response as he ruffles your hair. “Anyways, I guess it was worth it.” He then clears his throat uncomfortably. “…You looked beautiful today.”

“Only today?” You question; your tone, playful.

Eyes closing from exhaustion due to everyone’s constant lively energy, he sighs deeply as he rests his forehead against yours. “Give me a break already… You know what I mean.”

Tittering softly, you slowly nod against him.

“Don’t even start me on that lacy shit you had on this morning…” Eugene then looks up abruptly, confusion clear on his handsome features. “Wait… You tricked me! What was that outfit for anyway? Harry was Santa…”

Giggling radiantly at the memory of your prank, you reply, “It’s a gift!”

Eugene’s eyebrows raise in curiosity before you leaned closer to clarify, “But only for your eyes…”

“Ah…” Eugene places a hand on his mouth, turning his face toward the wall and averting his gaze — hiding the faint blush upon his skin.

He then clears his throat again before looking at you in a suspicious stare. “You’re not gonna chase me around again and say you bought it for me to wear, are you?”

Although you found the idea quite tempting, you smile sincerely. “I think I’ve teased you enough for one day.”

“Good.”

Taking your hand in his, he leads you away from the mistletoe and out of the halls. Pink hues decorate your cheeks as you anticipate a festive night, spent only in the arms of one another.

x luna

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dfellows-shit · 4 years

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Zion getting jealous because his s/o keeps hanging out with Harry🥺🥺 Nsfw if you’re feelin up to that ;))))

Mine - Zion x Reader

Jealousy + Bit of:

NSFW

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Apocalypse

Established Relationship

*character credit to Lucydream

"...And then I told her that I understood not a single word. That was the last time I ever talked to her"

Harry laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. The blush in his cheeks was just part of the proof on how embarassing that memory must be for him. The sunset painting his whole face even more red isn't helping in the minimum. Poor boy

"Well, it's her fault if she didn't know how to talk properly"

You shrugged with a smile, proceeding to give a friendly punch to the silver-haired boy's side. You cooed as you saw him stumble a bit after your action

"Hey! You caught me off-guard" He simply laughed while you smirked

"'Why didn't I try hanging out with Harry before? He's such an amazing guy!'" You think to yourself

Then you notice he's moving closer to you. All of a sudden.... What's that? Is he... Tickling you?

You try to muffle your laughter by covering your mouth with your hands, but it was almost useless. Oh no, he found your ticklish spot

"H-Harry! Stop!" You laugh as the both of you stumbled in the hallway

You continue your tickle fight (more like Harry's tickle attack, since you're laughing too hard to defend yourself) until you turn on a corner and... Oh boy. A familiar pair of golden eyes meet with yours. A flash of surprise crosses them. Then there seems to be a flame of desire that makes you weak on your knees, except its mixed with... Anger? Could he be mad at you? No, it must be something else, something different. What could it be?

"Mc?" Zion questions you, rising an eyebrow

You leave your thoughts behind and realize that Harry seems to have moved a few steps away from you since the redhead showed up, and of course his hands aren't anywhere near your sides anymore.

"Z-Zion! Hi! Harry and I were on our way to the meeting, I couldn't find you and Harry offered to go with me and I didn't want to get there late and miss the whole meeting right? And then-"

Zion listens as you anxiously spurt your words out and nods silently

You've never seen your boyfriend completely angry with you, but you want to make sure that such a thing doesn't happen just yet. Besides, he'll understand, right?

"I'll take her from here, yes?" He cuts your rambles off

"Absolutely" Harry nods and takes some steps back

Zion lends his hand and watches you take it with no hesitation at all. You believe you just saw a quick spark in his eyes, but then he turns his face away from you as you silently make your way over to 1-C

After you both arrive, Scarlett, Jay and Harry are missing. Lawrence gives them a few minutes to get there

When the whole group gets together in the classroom, the meeting starts

There is nothing interesting at all. One or two reports on zombies lurking in the outsides of the school, but nothing else. Your eyes are fixed in Lawrence, but your attention is in the feeling of two different gazes on you. Scarlett's ruby eyes, full of hate, were burning you alive. Of course, the other pair of eyes were Zion's amber, fierece eyes. Looking at you with that strange desire that you couldn't comprehend yet. But you refused to look back at any of them, at least for now. Your eyes remained fully on the leader

"Anyone got anything to add?" -Lawrence questioned. A moment of silence followed- "I guess that's all for today then, we can call it a night!" He finished with his usual, confident smile

Everyone stood up, and most people headed right to their own classrooms

You admired the last sunrays, allowing yourself to enjoy the breeze, even if it carried a sick smell with it

There was a hand in your shoulder now, and you turned around to find out that the classroom was empty except for you and Zion. You look at him, but his eyes are avoiding yours

"Zion...?" You question him

"You, eh, you don't like, "like" Harry, do you?" He asks. So this is about Harry? The nonsense of the question almost makes you laugh

"Of course not, silly!" You say with a grin, shaking your head. You raise your hand to caress his cheek "Why would I like him if I like you?"

He sighed, almost with relief

"I don't know, he's a great dude, Harry. I don't-" -He breathes deeply before finally looking at you - " I don't want to lose your love, to lose you. You're the one who makes me feel safe in this crazy hell, you know? I don't want anyone stealing you from me" He whispers, leaning down to press your foreheads together

So it was jealousy, huh? Who would know Zion is a jealous boyfriend?

You nod

"No one is stealing me from you. I promise. I'm yours and you're mine. Nobody can change that" You assure him

"Soooo... mine, eh?" Oh no, you see a mischevious grin forming on his face. The moonlight is giving a special spark to his eyes tonight, and it's certainly driving you crazy

Cold hands slowly and gently making their way up your shirt and between your thighs make you forget the world and everything that is real, right now the only thing that is real is Zion

His lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate kiss

Now, one of your hands is on his neck and the other is exploring his abdomen

Nothing can break the chemistry of the moment

Except...

"D-Dear heaven.... Why didn't you lock the door?! This is the common meeting classroom, I forgot my bag here and oh my-"

You both turn to the door to see an extremely flustered Harry standing there, head down and shaking in disapproval, face covered by one of his hands.

Your cheeks inmediately go red as you realize what just happened. Right... This is NOT your classroom. Zion doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he bursts out in laughter

"Man.. I'm sorry, you were not suppoused to see that!" He laughs as Harry blushes furiously

"I-I know! You should have locked the door" He mumbles as he walks out of 1-C, probably heading back to his classroom. Poor boy

"...Well, I think he's got the message very clear. No need to worry anymore big guy" You face-palm yourself, still flustered

"Hell yeah. Now, where were we?" Zion asks, locking the door. The redhead is obviously not waiting for an answer

He approaches you like a predator hunting his prey

There is a single word reflecting on his eyes

Mine

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I hope this was alright! Sorry it took so long, been busy and couldn't find the time to finish it. I really enjoyed writting this one ^^

Thanks for reading!❤

-Mira

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holyspiritshiro · 3 years

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When you have a fanfic due tomorrow but you barely have anything done and your struggling because you have two versions of the fic and you have a good idea for the main part of one of them but no good starter but with the other one you have a good starter but no main idea and you can’t merge the two because it’s angst and in one version you die but in the other one Eugene dies, PLUS this is to get back at a friend and your leaving for a two week trip tomorrow and you couldn’t pack your computer.

but anyway how’s your life going?

(also *cough* shameless plug *cough* but my fanfic account is @holyspiritshiro )

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correctdangerousfellows · 3 years

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hello and welcome to my blog!

i've been into the game dangerous fellows recently and i've compiled a lot of headcanons and i have decided to publish them all here.

for all nsfw posts the characters are 18+!

have fun browsing and feel free to send anything into my inbox ♡

> lychee

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avatarofsimp · 4 years

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Harry: Are you okay?

Eugene: Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?

Harry: I mean... I just saw you trip down two flights of stairs and mumble "it be like that sometimes"

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dfel-exe · 5 years

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and here by request, part two! i hope you guys enjoy this! and a very special thanks to @millicent231-watt for giving me a lot of ideas for both part one and two! these fics wouldn’t have been possible without them~

Before I Fall (Part Two) - Eugene x Reader

Word Count: 1,467

Warnings: fluff! lots and lots of it~

Key: Y/N - Your Name; E/C - Eye Color; H/C - Hair Color

Eugene opened the door to his room gently, his eyes trailing over your sleeping body. It had been a week or two since the incident, but you still hadn’t woken up yet. The staples in your head were sloppy, but surprisingly, they managed to keep you alive. You had been changed out of your bloody clothes and your hair had been washed and brushed (thanks to Eugene). They didn’t exactly have a bed just sitting around the school, so most of the boys pitched in a few of their blankets to make a comfortable resting place for you. Eugene was forever grateful for them.

Eugene walked over to you, sitting down on the ground and placing his fingers right below your jaw. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt your pulse, his tense shoulders easing a bit. Even though two weeks had passed and you were fine, he made it a daily routine to check for your pulse and make sure your body was still warm.

His fingers intertwined with your own as he rubbed his thumb along yours. He began to speak to you as if you were awake, attentively listening in on his words.

“God, Zion can be such a dumbass sometimes, I swear. The other day, he managed to slip in a puddle out in the courtyard and got mud all over himself. Then he tried to come into the school without even taking off his muddy shoes. Can you believe that?” He looked down at your face.

You had never looked so calm before. Even when you and him would sleep in each others room together, he would always notice that you had something bothering you, even while resting. He let go of your hand, leaning down and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. He frowned. “Please wake up, Y/N… I don’t think I can go much longer without you.”

A gentle knock on the door cut the conversation short as Eugene stood up, brushing imaginary dust off his hoodie. Zion peeked his head through the crack, looking Eugene up and down.

“Dude-” Eugene raised an eyebrow at Zion’s sudden words- “you look like shit.”

Eugene clicked his tongue, walking up to the redhead and slapping the back of his head. “Shut the hell up. Is that all you wanted to say?”

Zion let out a chuckle. “No, Lawrence assigned you for a supply run again. Harry and Scarlett will be staying back, so don’t worry about Y/N.”

Eugene nodded, looking back at you once more before exiting the classroom.

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You awoke with a sharp intake of air, heaving out a few breaths as you looked around the room. Harry dropped the book he had been reading at the sudden noise, a look of surprise plastered across his face. No words were exchanged between the two of you until moments later.

“Welcome back,” he chirped, bending down to pick up his book. You tried to speak, but because of an extremely dry throat, no words came out. You nodded in acknowledgment, trying to stand up, but before and progress could be achieved, Harry rushed over and gently pushed you to the ground.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. I know you’re probably confused right now, but Eugene would kill me if he knew I let you just up-and walk around after just waking up. I’m sure you want some water, right? Let me go grab you a bottle, then I’ll explain some things.”

You exhaled out of your nose as he quickly left the room, your eyes scavenging the walls for any explanation. Only a few minutes later, Harry came back into the room with a couple bottles of water. He opened one, handing it to you.

You lifted the bottle up to your mouth, gulping down about half of it. The feeling of cold water on your dry throat and swollen tongue felt better than you could have ever imagined. As you swallowed the last bit of water in your mouth, you looked up to a smiling Harry.

“What happened?” Your voice came out a lot scratchier than you thought it would. Your mind was processing the situation as fast as it could, and you were positive that your brain was going to explode.

“You mean you don’t remember?” Harry questioned as he quirked a brow.

“What’s there not to-” Your words were cut off by a stinging pain in the back of your head as you reached your hand back to rub it. “Why the hell does my head hurt so much?”

“Ah… Um, allow me to explain, maybe it’ll refresh your memory.”

After a brief explanation, memories came back within a second. The argument with Scarlett, how she pushed you, the tremendous amount of blood, how Eugene held your hand as if you were going to die- wait.

“Eugene… Where’s Eugene?” Your head shot up as you scanned the room.

“Eugene will be back in about an hour, I’m sure you want to talk to him. Until then, I want to ask you a few questions to check for memory loss. Is that okay with you?”

“Ah, that’s fine.”

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After a small interrogation from Harry (who determined that you had forgotten a few things, such as the year and your past family situation) you laid back down on the warm bedding, waiting for Eugene to come back.

You were overfilled with excitement at the thought of seeing your boyfriend again. He was your world, and you could only imagine the feelings he went through over the past few weeks. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Your E/C eyes sparkled as they made contact with Eugene, a smile erupting from you as you waved at him.

He dashed over and gave you a hug, burying his face into your neck. You hugged back, squeezing him tightly.

“I was so worried,” he muttered, closing his eyes. “I wasn’t sure if you’d wake up.” You giggled lightly, pulling him away from you. Your hands rested against the sides of his face as you pulled him forward, resting your forehead against his. Eye contact wasn’t broken as the conversation continued.

“You don’t need to worry about me, you know I can handle things like this.”

He nodded, closing his eyes and grabbing your chin, bringing you in for a kiss. As the two of you parted, he quickly averted his eyes, hiding his right hand behind his back. A mischievous smile made its way across your face as you smirked at him.

“What do you have, love?”

“Ah, um… I got you something, but… you don’t have to thank me or anything, it’s not that big of a deal.” He slowly brought his hand out from behind his back. A smile crossed your lips as you looked at the soft teddy bear he was holding.

He gently handed it over to you as you took it. “Aw, Eugene… how thoughtful!”

A blush dusted his cheeks as he looked away, a scowl on his face. “I told you to not make a big deal out of it!”

You giggled again, setting the teddy bear to the side and taking his hands into yours. “I’m seriously grateful to have somebody like you in my life… thank you.”

His embarrassment toned down as he looked at you. Your eyes were downcast with a frown on your face. “I’m the one that should be grateful. What’s on your mind, Y/N? You look upset.” He squeezed your hand in reassurance as if telling you to speak up.

“Did Scarlett tell you guys how I cracked my head open?”

“Yeah, she said you slipped and she woke up when she heard you shout. What about it?”

You winced, squeezing his hands like he had done moments before. “Um, she… she lied. I didn’t slip, she was the one who pushed me. But please don’t get mad at her! She didn’t mean to! It was a stupid argument that got a little physical, neither of us were expecting me to get injured…”

Eugene clicked his tongue, letting go of your hands and beginning to stand up. “I’ll kill her, I swear to god.”

You grabbed his wrist before he could go anywhere. “N-No! That’s not necessary. Um… I was really hoping that you would stay with me? Your cuddles would make me feel a lot better.”

He sighed as he looked at your pleading eyes. He sat back down, lifting you up into his lip as he set his head on top of yours softly. “Fine. But she’s definitely not getting off the hook easily.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist as you laughed. “As long as you’re here with me right now, none of that matters.”

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mxdnightlvers · 4 years

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Can I have some last name headcanons for all the dangerous fellows characters? Thxx

Hope you enjoy~~ Sorry if it doesn't really match, I tried to find what best fits them, and I was using a list of most common surnames so😂

Dangerous Fellows Lastnames~ Headcannon

Eugene~ Sanders~ (I also will give him Anderson)

Zion~ Anderson

Ethan~ Sanchez

Harry~ Collins

Lawrence~ Thompson~ (I also like Lockhart)

Judy~ Rivera

Sue~ Hernandez

Jay~ Evans

Scarlett~ Lopez

Hailey~ Garcia

~Written by: Dangerousfellowshoe~

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years

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Know Your Worth (Lawrence x Reader)

@dangerboiz: Could you do fic with Lawrence where he’s not a yandere? Maybe something sweet where you get insecure and he defends you from Scarlett?

I’ve been putting this off because I was really nervous about writing my first fic on this blog, but I’m pretty happy with how this came out! Also, even if you don’t play Dangerous Fellows, I suggest you take the read if you’re feeling low because the message here is universal and applies to everyone. Anywho, thanks so much for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Title: Know Your Worth

Fandom: Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 1538

Pairing: Lawrence x Reader

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Every time I stepped into the classroom, I counted the seconds until someone blew up at me. Last time it was 90 seconds into the meeting. This time it was 10.

I was running late for the meeting because my alarm hadn’t gone off. My alarm was embedded on my phone, which someone stole. The phone was on top of the desk closest to the outlet so it could charge overnight. I’m not sure what their intentions were because they couldn’t use the phone if they didn’t know the password. If the culprit wasn’t Scarlett, then it was the zombie that crept in my room and spared my sorry soul.

But as I walked into the meeting, I realized the perpetrator's intentions.

“You’re late,” Zion sneered as I enter the room.

“I’m sorry. Someone stole my phone so my alarm hadn’t gone off,” I said.

That exchange lasted ten seconds. After that, Scarlett took my mistake as an opportunity to blast me in front of the entire crew. She started by attacking my punctuality and managed to connect towards my lack of talent and contribution to the plans. I was weak and slow. My judgment skills were awful and I took too long to make decisions. I took up too many resources that could have been saved for the future and the small scratch on my arm was gaping proof that I would turn into a zombie in the next ten minutes. If I didn’t hate Scarlett, I would have believed her. Part of me did believe her. In a team filled with resourceful and talented youth, my skills were minimal. I was weighing them down.

The room was silent as everyone listened to Scarlett’s rambling. Jay and Hailey were shouting words of approval as Scarlett finished each sentence. Zion rolled his eyes while paying close attention to his new weapon: a metal stick. Eugene was too busy munching on his chips to care. Harry was trying to calm down Scarlett, but she’d only yell back at him. Ethan and I sat there with nothing to say.

It was Lawrence who stopped Scarlett from speaking. “That’s enough. We need to take about the nightwatches.”

“No! I won’t stop until you kick her out. She’ll be the reason we die.” Scarlett pointed a finger at me.

Lawrence sighed. “I’m not sure why you’re picking on her. She hasn’t been here for more than a week, she’ll have plenty of time to prove herself. Besides, weren’t you in her position not too long ago? Someone stranded alone around all these zombies, begging us to help her. We all doubted her and felt she was a waste of space, but she proved herself capable.”

“That’s the difference between us. I’m going to make it out alive. She won’t.”

Although Scarlett said many things about me, that comment was the hardest to hear. I wasn’t sure why, but it echoed my deepest fears. Ever since I joined Lawrence’s group, I never felt too sure about my survival. While I was better off than being alone, I had nightmares about everyone escaping the school. I was the only one who the zombies managed to harvest. Why should I bother when I’m guaranteed to fail?

Scarlett shot me a dirty glare and stomped out of the room. Jay and Hailey followed her. Zion declared that the meeting was over in his eyes and strolled out of the room with Eugene tailing him. Harry and Sue tried to collect everyone back into the classroom, but it was too late. They had gone their separate ways. In the end, it was Lawrence, Ethan, and I.

“You two don’t have to stay. Clearly, the meeting is over,” Lawrence gave us a smile. Ethan walked out of the classroom. I was at his heels, halfway through the door.

“Wait,” Lawrence said.

I stopped and turned towards him. He beckoned me to come over and anywhere in the classroom. There was no doubt about it. Lawrence was going to kick me out of the team after hearing Scarlett’s arguments. If I were him, I would too.

He grabbed a chair next to me and sat down. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about Scarlett’s behavior. I know she has it out for you, but don’t take anything she says personally. It’s just the increased pressure and tensions that’s gotten a rise out of her.”

“You’re right. There’s a lot going on and Scarlett is taking her stressing out me, but that doesn’t make it any easier.” I wanted to say that Scarlett just wanted me gone, but I knew that wouldn’t make things better. I was trying hard to keep myself together, but it was difficult when no one believed in me. There was so much I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t. I’d sound whiny.

Lawrence noticed my hesitation. “Are you sure that’s all? You can tell me your problems, I won’t judge you. After all, it’s my duty as the leader to help you with your troubles.”

I wasn’t sure whether it was his reassuring smile or his approachable aura, but I told him everything. My fears, my worries, and my insecurities. There were many times where I felt that I overshared or I said something wrong, but Lawrence didn’t bat an eye. He listened with a serious expression on his face.

When I finished, my nerves were dancing in my body. My hands were balled into fists, my eyesight was blurry, and my legs were shaking. I hadn’t been able to share my feelings with anyone, not before the zombie outbreak. Ever since then, I was alone.

Lawrence took my hand and squeezed it. “I didn’t know you were suffering that much. I’m really sorry that you feel that way. However, I don’t agree with most of the points you made.”

I raised my eyebrow. Was he invalidating my feelings?

Lawrence walked to the board and drew a diagram. It was a horribly-drawn stick figure running away from oval-shaped blobs. He pointed to it.

“That’s you running away from the zombies. As you’re trying to escape, you utilize different survival methods which ultimately result in your success and your survival. However, as you perform these actions, you aren’t considering how amazing and how talented you are. Instead, your primary focus is on your survival,” He sounded a lot like a psychology teacher. Lawrence would do great as a psychology teacher or anything psychology-related. Maybe that’s how he knew how to make me feel better. Also, that’s probably how he knows the zombies just as well.

“My point is, you are brimming with potential. I don’t believe that you have no abilities or you weigh down the group because you’re alive. The fact that you survived for this long means that you’re worthy enough to survival. You just don’t know what your strengths are because you don’t spend enough time looking at them. You’re too busy worrying about the future that you don’t pay attention to yourself,” Lawrence slid in the seat next to me and rested his hand on his chin.

“How would I know my strengths if everyone tears me down?” I asked.

He gave me a soft smile. “You look past their doubts, beyond their suspicions. You look inside yourself and assess what’s the best part of you. Since you haven’t been here for more than a week, I can’t tell you what your strengths are, but I can see that you’re extremely patient and determined. Not a lot of people can endure such taunting.”

A warm feeling spread across my chest. I wasn’t sure whether it was the embarrassment from his compliments or the sweetness of his support, but I placed my feet on the seat and hugged my knees. A smile of my own spread across my face. I never considered patience as something useful to the team, but it seems to have more perks than I thought.

I tilted my head and looked at him. “Thanks a lot. That really means so much to me.”

Lawrence patted my back and scooted closer. “No need to thank me, I’m just stating the facts. However, I should add that each person has their own method of finding themselves, so I can’t tell you how to do that. However, I can analyze your abilities by going on the nightwatch with you.”

His offer made me nervous. Lawrence saw potential in me, but that would disappear once he saw me on the field. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Think about it like this: I’m going to give you feedback so you know what to improve. With these suggestions, you can improve yourself and show everyone your worth. I’m not going to judge you for your shortcomings,” Lawrence reached his hand out to me.

It took every ounce of courage in my bones, but I agreed. He smiled and let me know of the details for the nightwatch so I could prepare myself. I nodded and thanked him for his time.

“One last thing,” Lawrence said. I stopped myself from gathering my things and looked at him.

“I look forward to spending time with you. I’d like to learn more about you.”

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dfel-writer-l · 3 years

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this is a link to my oneshots book :)

rn i don’t have a consistent upload schedule but i’ll try and update every day or every *other* day. just depends <3

but PLS give it a read and some feedback/tips on what i can improve on bc this is the first time i’m doing something like this (─‿‿─)♡

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dangfellows · 5 years

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I don't know how to properly describe this prompt but When The Guys Have Their First Kiss With Their Crush. :] ❤ Love your blog!

I gotchu, B

Harry:

Your first kiss was unexpected and soft. You were out on the roof when he confessed, and gently pulled you in for a kiss.

Ethan:

His was more accidental. The two of you had been dating for a couple weeks, and you wanted to take things slow. He went to go kiss you on the cheek, but you turned and got a kiss on the lips.

Zion:

He was terribly afraid the two of you wouldn’t make it back to the school alive after being separated from the rest of the group on a supply run. An abnormally huge horde of zombies had been tailing you.So, he pulled you into a quiet alley and laid one on your lips.

Eugene:

You had been dating for a really long time. It was your birthday, and he asked to meet in private. So you did. He gave you your present, and asked to try something. So you agreed, and he pulled you in for a kiss.

Lawrence:

One day, he was watching you hum a song when you thought nobody was around. He couldn’t conceal his feelings anymore, so he waltzed in, turned you around, and passionately kissed you.

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thirstyforbishiesimagines · 4 years

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Eeeeeeee! @dangerousfe-l and anon, 🙏 sorry for the long wait! Hopefully this piece was fluffy enough to satisfy your romantic Zion needs! Lots of love xx

Dangerous Fellows Christmas Event

Zion x Reader

Fluff

❄️ 💋 I Post-Apocalypse

The night was tranquil and still.

Heavy eyelids flutter open as you awake to sounds of the gentle flapping of your tent. The icy air seeps in, biting the tip of your nose as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. The soft and cozy glow of a candle-lit lantern illuminated the walls, contrasting the chilling, whistling howls of the wintry breeze.

Shivering violently, you snuggle in closer — indulging yourself in your lover’s safe embrace before sighing contently. Strong arms then squeeze firmly around you, pulling you in tighter. Peering upwards, your gaze was met with sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

“Cold?” Zion questions. His voice, husky yet soothing.

You shake your head against his chest, not wanting to worry him. “I’m okay…”

As if mocking you, your body trembles again — betraying your words.

“Silly. Don’t lie... Just admit you’re cold.” Zion chuckles lightly against your hair before nuzzling his face within your (h/c) tresses. He rubs your back soothingly, hoping to warm you further as he yawns in the process.

“Sorry...” You whisper, your expression laying evident with guilt. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Voice still hoarse with sleep, he whispers back, “Hmm… Well, I’m awake now... So, what are you gonna do about it?” A mischievous smirk upon his devilishly handsome features, he caresses your lips with his thumb teasingly. As he leans closer, close enough to feel the heat of his breath upon your skin, your teeth begin to chatter.

Golden gems marked with concern, he grimaces while his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you hastily interrupt him with, “I’m fine!”

Eyelids falling to slits, completely unconvinced; he sighs deeply before lightly flicking your forehead jokingly.

“Hey!” You pout childishly.

“That’s for lying again.” He laughs as he places a gentle kiss upon the now tender spot. “And that’s for being cute.”

Quickly rising out of the covers, Zion grabs his torch before making his way out of the tent.

Sitting up instantly, flustered from his sudden disappearance, you call out, “Wait! Where are you going?!”

A head full of crimson pops back in through the fabric doors of your tent.

“Some of the guys came back from a supply run today. I’ll see if they found any more blankets.” He exclaims, winking playfully before vanishing once more.

You laugh to yourself as you shake your head, knowing better than to try and stop him once he’s made up his mind.

Minutes go by as you wait patiently for his return. There was no denying the cold any longer as you hug your knees to your chest, shivering within the thin covers.

Hearing soft crunches of footsteps against the grass, you quickly jump to your feet as Zion returns. You gasp excitedly, eyes full of amazement as you witness the bundles of blankets within his arms.

“Man… it really is cold out there tonight.” He complains as he wipes off the light speckles of snow upon his jacket.

Wait… Snow?

Your eyes go wide with realisation. “It’s snowing?!” The blankets now non-existent in your mind.

Ruffling the snow from his red mane, he nonchalantly answers, “Yeah, it just started I think.”

Not a moment to waste, you rush past him and head outside.

“Hey! What are you, crazy?! You’re already freezing as it is!”

Too excited to comprehend what he was saying, you hold out your palms in front of you as snowflakes fall within your hands — melting instantly as it touches your skin.

With hushed tones, as not to disturb the other tents around you, Zion frantically yells out, “What are you doing?! Get inside, dummy!”

A wide grin upon your lips, you turn back to look at an exasperated Zion coming toward you.

“It’s the first snowfall…” Eyes full of awe, you continue to gaze upon the delicate dusting of pure white glistening under the moonlight. “Finally…” You whisper to yourself.

“Which is why you should be inside.” Zion sighs heavily.

Carefully draping the newfound blanket around your frame, he hurriedly tries to grab hold of your hand, but you step back.

“Wait, Zion… Can we stay a little longer?”

“No.” He answers without a moment of hesitation.

Putting on your best display of puppy dog eyes, you try once more. “Please?”

Zion sighs again in frustration. “(Y/N)… Do you want to get sick or something? Why are you being so stubborn about this?”

“Do you believe in superstitions?” You ask out of the blue.

Successfully grabbing hold of your hand this time, he begins to lead you back to the tent — humouring your random question along the way. “After dealing with zombies, I’m ready to believe anything at this point.”

“…If you watch the first snowfall of the year with your loved one, you’ll be together forever.”

Your words stop him in his tracks. Turning back to face you, one eyebrow raised in amusement, he asks, “And where’d you hear that from?”

“I read it…” Cheeks flushing pink from embarrassment, you admit, “…in a romance novel.”

Zion just stares at you for a moment before bursting out with laughter, “Pfft- You’re risking your health… over something from a romance novel?”

Pouting at him with utmost annoyance, you begin pushing him forcefully into the tent. “Whatever! I’ll watch it on my own!”

“Like hell you will!” He continues laughing. “Look… if you come back in with me, I’ll leave a gap in the tent so we can watch together. But don’t even think about running out into the snow again. Deal?”

“Deal…” You mumble.

Realising how easily he was able to compromise both yours and his wishes, you felt almost ashamed to have been so careless. But even though it seemed silly to wish for something like this so passionately… You didn’t care. For the thought of losing your chance to at least try was too much of a risk.

I can’t lose him too… Not Zion…

Finally back within the safe confines of your tent, you continue to gaze upon the falling snow wordlessly — your mind, occupied with various thoughts.

Zion drapes the now multiple blankets over his shoulders before wrapping his arms around you from behind and making sure every last inch of your body was hidden from the cold. You could feel the warmth spreading throughout your body as you relaxed against him.

“There.” Zion whispers beside your ear, his hot breath sending pleasant tingles to dance upon your skin. “Will this work?” He asks as he wraps you tight against him, sharing his body heat with yours.

“Yeah…” You mutter sheepishly, to which he chuckles lightly. The wintry air now doing nothing to cool the heat of your burning cheeks.

You both stare at the view in a comfortable silence.

Having succeeded in watching the first snowfall together, you couldn’t help but ponder aloud.

“I wonder… if our friends can see this… wherever they are…”

Zion was quiet for a moment. You didn’t need to look to know that he most likely had a look of helplessness and regret upon his face… for it was the same look on yours. It was a topic you both usually avoided talking about often, but you couldn’t help but think of them at a time like this.

Zion sighs quietly as he rests his head upon your shoulder. “They can.” He whispers. “They’re watching it too.”

You wanted to believe his words, but the way everything happened left you feeling uneasy. “How do you know that?”

“I just know.” He replies, tone full of certainty. The confidence in his voice reassured you, leaving you with a sense of hope.

“I miss them...” You trail off, eyes focused on the never-ending snowfall as it slowly creates a thin layer upon the ground.

Hugging you closer, he murmurs. “I know… Me too.”

“I can’t help but think… what if I had lost you too… What would I have done then?” Your voice breaks at the horrifying thought, hands gripping his arms tighter against you — as if needing further confirmation of his presence.

Turning you around to face him properly, his bright, golden eyes glow with conviction within the darkness. “You won’t ever lose me.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can.” He responds back immediately.

Amazed once again, you laugh gently — a soft smile gracing your lips, “How are you so sure of everything?”

He cups your face lovingly, eyes now full of affection. “Hey… You said it yourself, right? If you watch the first snowfall together, you’ll be together forever.” Lips curling up into a playful grin, he beams, “Sorry, but… looks like you’re stuck with me now.”

“Oh no. What have I done?” You giggle in response before nuzzling your face within his palm. “Thank you, Zion…”

Caressing your cheek adoringly, he gently presses his mouth on yours — the feel of his touch, setting your heart at ease in an instant.

“When the vaccine is complete, we’ll go back and save them.” He whispers against your lips. “I promise.”

Listening wholeheartedly, you simply nod as glassy tears glaze over your (e/c) irises.

“And then I’ll force every last one of them to watch the next snowfall together. That way, you’ll never have to lose anyone else ever again…”

He pulls back to lock eyes with you, golden orbs brimming with absolute resolve. “I’ll make sure of it.”

The sincerity in his voice left you feeling overwhelmed in his love as tear after tear slide down your heated cheeks. He chuckles tenderly as he kisses away each falling droplet before placing another kiss upon your lips.

As the night grows colder, you both fall asleep — wrapped warmly within each other’s arms as you dream of the day you can gaze upon the future first snowfall of the year with Zion again… But this time, accompanied by all your loved ones by your side as well.

x luna

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dfellows-shit · 4 years

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Zion x reader bed things ;)))) If ya know what I mean ;)))))))))

Sleeping Beauty - Zion x Reader (NSFW)

NSFW + Domestic fluff

Post-Apocalypse

Established Relationship

*character credit to Lucydream

The warm sun in your skin woke you up. You sit up in the bed and take a look around after rubbing your eyes with your hands. You can see the sun rays sneaking inside the room from between the white curtains

It's been two whole years since the apocalypse. Two whole years since you lost all of your friends... You're still mourning them. Though, if something good came from the horrors of the virus outbreak, it is that you met him

A movement beside you takes you back to reality

Looking at your left, you see Zion laying on his side, facing you. His amber eyes meeting in a loving gaze with your blue ones

"Morning, sleeping beauty" He said in a low voice. It sent shivers down your spine

"Good mornin' " You reply, just a tiny bit flustered

After giving your boyfriend a sweet smile, you start getting out of the bed you share. You were sitting on the edge of the bed already, looking for your slippers, when you felt a soft grip on your hips. Next thing you know, Zion's strong arms are wrapping around you from behind, his head on the crook of your neck and his legs on both of your sides, making it impossible for you to move another inch

"Zion... We need to go get breakfast" You murmur, thinking he'll let go of you. You don't want him to, though

"Pleaseee, let's just stay a bit more" He pleads, using an unusual, whiney tone. Cute

"Fine, you win" You roll your eyes. Not like you're going to put up a big fight anyway

He smiles as you kiss his cheek. He lifts your body from where you were sitting and places you above him. You shift your position so your head and arms are resting against his chest

He gently puts a brand of your hair away from your face, then runs his thumb up and down your cheek

"Damn Mc... You're beautiful" He says, almost breathlessly

You can feel the blood rushing in your cheeks. The body beneath yours starts sitting up, and so you do. Zion gets closer to your face, hunger in his eyes. You cover the space between both lips and proceed to kiss him passionately. He deepens the kiss. Your tounges swirl together, your heart pounds against your chest. Zion's hands are one on the side of your neck, the other grabbing your waist. You break the kiss to regain your breath

One of Zion's hands slips from your waist to your lower zone, and he starts playing with the waistband on your pants, suddenly lifting his hips and earning a moan from you

He smiles in satisfaction, then softly makes you lay down, your body under his. He attacks your neck with his teeth. He will definitely leave marks. You try to keep moaning at a low pace, but with the heat of the moment that seems impossible

Zion gets to your stomach and grabs the edge of your shirt and pants. He looks at you, asking for permission

You nod in approvement and he slowly takes your clothes off your body. He lowers his head, and you feel his tounge licking all the way from your stomach down to your pussy

This time, you didnt even try to keep the moans inside. It was pointless. Besides, your moaning was pretty arousing to Zion. He kept working on your lower zone, right hand in one of your breasts and the other resting beside you

After a few minutes, he looked up at you

"Shall we proceed?" He said, an eyebrow raised and lust filling his eyes

"Y-yes" You were breathless, only being able to pronounce a single word

As soon as you gave him the green light, Zion took off his pants, revealing a considerably nice length

You got to your knees and took him all in at once. As your tounge started doing it's job, you heard Zion hissing. You glanced at him, puzzled

"Keep going, you're so good at this" He said, breathing heavily

You obeyed him and kept bobbing your head around his length. Damn, he tasted amazing

As you felt him getting close to his climax, you took him out of your mouth, getting him slightly frustrated

"Why did you do that?" He said

"There's only one place where I want you to finish" You said with a seductive smile, then turned around

You heard Zion chuckling before grabbing a condom and the lube bottle from the night stand. You heard the familiar "pop" from the bottle cap, and settled in the pillow that was under your chin

You felt him slowly entering you and a loud moan escaped your lips. His length became even harder (if that's even possible) with the sounds comming out of you. When he was completely settled in your insides, he slowly gave his first stroke

"F-Faster... Please.." You moaned with the second stroke. He lowered his abdomen and head to teasingly whisper in your ear

"You sure?" He said, entering you in a specially hard stroke

"A-Ahh.. Yes" You moaned again

He bit your neck while increasing his pace as you requested. Everytime he pounded into you, moans came out of your mouth, only encouraging him to pound faster

This kept going until you felt about to hit the final pleasure

"Zion! I-I think I'm-" You weren't able to finish your sentence. Zion's last stroke got him to his orgasm, the feeling of it driving you to yours right after. The both of you moaned in pleasure before he laid beside you and you dropped your hips into the bed, you both breathless and covered in sweat

You rolled on your side to face him

"Can we get breakfast now?" You asked playfully

"I'm afraid I already had breakfast, sweetheart" He winked at you

"I love you" You roll your eyes with a smile

"I love you too, sleeping beauty" He smiled back, kissing your forehead

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Aight! This is like the first nsfw thing Ive ever written, I hope its ok :)

Thanks for reading❤

-Mira

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tartagilicious · 4 years

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hiya! i found your blog and i lovE it :D i would like to please request a matchup for dfel, and ikevamp/rev :) i'm 4' 10; very wavy hair, just a bit under my shoulders. i love drawing, reading, video games, + music. i tend to overthink everything and get anxious. i'm mostly introverted, but once i warm up to you i get very affectionate and louD. i get embarrased by anything very easily be it compliments or teasing. i don't really get mad at others. i love hugging close ones. thank you again! :)

hi! I recognise most urls, and I see you in my notes a lot! I appreciate you~

for dfel, I’d match you with Zion! So, if it wasn’t already kind of obvious by the people I chose, there’s a kind of guideline I’m following here. Personally, I’m a lot like that too, so I feel like the best person to be with is someone who’s almost effortlessly outgoing so everything balances it out. and with Zion, you share some hobbies too! I feel like you two would be able to talk about a lot of things even without knowing each other super well at first, like video games or whatever books you’ve read. He might not look it, but he’s a huge nerd for that kind of stuff. AND SUPPORTIVE IS HIS MIDDLE NAME, you’re anxious, he’ll comfort you with light teasing and a kiss on the forehead. Overthinking, and he’ll help you out of the clouds better than anyone else can. After the first stages of friendship, he wouldn’t mind that you’re more introverted, considering the situation, but after you open up a bit more? oh, your carefree and affectionate side is his favourite thing in the world. that soft boi loves your hugs ^^

for ikevamp, I’d match you with Arthur! again with the balance! this might not seem like a logical choice at first, but hear me out. the creative aspects of your personalities would mesh well after bit, and though some of your interests aren’t really transferable over the time periods, he’ll still listen to anything you like to talk about from the start. He’s a very good listener when he tries, believe it or not lmao. and, like Zion, he’d be very good at comforting you. He has a lot of trauma, and though he’s not very good at consoling himself, helping you is like second nature because of his first impression of you. Maybe it’s like natural instinct at that point, but he can’t stand seeing you upset. He’ll do anything he can to help you get your mind off of whatever’s bothering you, or just hug you for as long as you’d like if that’s the solution you’d prefer. Though, he’d totally take advantage of you getting embarrassed by teasing, believe me. His favourite expression on you is a flushed face, second to only your smile, of course.

for ikerev, I’d match you with Ray! suave and a bit introverted, like a fanfic in the making lmao. but for sure, if anyone’s able to bring out his soft and awkward side, it’s you. Similarly to everyone else I picked, Ray is very good with people, and would work well with you from the beginning. (if we’re ignoring what actually happened in his route oop) you’re a more creative mind, and while he mostly isn’t on the outside, there are a lot of things that you could do together. imagine taking him on a picnic date where you paint the sky together~ oof. Ray is probably one of the best people to go to if you want a call back down to earth, whether it’s because you’re overthinking or just feeling particular anxious. He has a natural talent for helping people, after all. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t just as helpful to him. you act as a personal sunshine for him, with everything through your big hugs and flustered face. Having you around makes his life brighter, and he truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Unspoken Longing – Zion x Reader POV x Harry (Part 1)

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 3,154

Angst / Fluff (minor NSFW)

Warning: Profanity.

So… quiet.

Hands gripped tight against the frostbitten metal, I stare down through the wired fencing into the grim, desolate view of zombies wandering aimlessly within the blood-soaked streets. Never did I think there’d come a day where I’d miss hearing the hustle and bustle of people scrambling through the city sidewalks. Seeing cars lined up behind each other, impatient and noisy upon the early mornings. What took over, was the sound of barely audible groans from below, accompanied by the chilling wind howling through the wintry air. I missed being surrounded in that vibrancy of life, and every passing day got harder and harder to keep my faith strong in seeing the world return to how it once was.

That desire felt suffocating.

Hopeless.

And at times… frightening.

Hearing the rooftop door creak open, I glance over to see a certain crimson-haired fellow walking towards me — a sly smile upon his handsome features.

“Sup, loser.” Zion calls out.

Not wanting to entertain his annoying habit of needing to insult me at every chance he got, I roll my eyes at him.

“Gee, someone’s in a mood.” He laughs lightly in response.

Turning back to the city landscape, I hide the subtle blush warming my cheeks as he slowly approaches.

That damn smirk.

I hated to admit it, but the longing of his soft lips on mine sent my heart racing abnormally fast. It was a ceaseless battle of having to remind myself to look away; as he was simply, a good friend.

“Missed you at breakfast again today.” His voice was low, husky, yet smooth as he whispers right against my ear from behind — his hot breath sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

“Wasn’t really hungry…” I trail off, a blatant lie of course. As the thought of laughing and chatting happily amongst everyone did nothing but pain me as I struggle to avoid growing attached.

Staring intently at a zombie mindlessly hitting itself against a wall, I helplessly try to distract myself from the heartache, as well as the inevitable attraction I feel towards Zion. Suddenly, the pleasant sound of soft crinkles beside my ear perks my attention, and I quickly find myself salivating at the thought of food. I immediately turn to see Zion dangling an inviting packet of chips in front of me.

“Ah… Well then, guess I’ll give this to Eugene or something.” Zion teases.

Right as the words left his lips, I quickly snatch the bag from his grasp and hug it defensively against my chest. Smiling mischievously at my seemingly predictable reaction, I realise… I had fallen right into his trap.

“ARGH, FINE! You caught me!” Giving in, my face rosy with embarrassment from the shameless weakness that food continues to hold against me. “If you knew I was lying, why wouldn’t you just hand it to me?!”

“What’s the fun in that?” He chuckles softly. “Eat up, silly.” A warm hand ruffles the top of my (h/c) hair, the gesture playful, yet consoling me in an instant.

It was amazing…

How something as simple as someone looking out for you, was enough to completely erase that growing feeling of fear that threatened to take over a couple minutes earlier.

Not a moment to waste, I hastily rip the packet open with vigor. The immediate smell of artificial barbecue seasoning awakening my starved senses. Ravaged with hunger, I chow down without delay — crumbs decorating my entire being.

“Pfft-” A hand over his mouth, Zion stops himself from bursting into hysteria as I stare daggers at him. He continues to watch in fascination, “To think you weren’t ‘hungry’ before.”

“That was old new-” My words stop short as Zion begins gently cleaning off the crumbs adorning my face.

“You’re a mess.” He chuckles, “Jeez… what would you do without me?”

Wiping the edges of my lips, his hand lingers for a moment. My heart aflutter as I find myself lost within his gorgeously golden irises staring vacantly at me. Without warning, he then suddenly slaps his hands together in a loud thundering clap, shocking me out of my trance.

“Alright, come on then!” He exclaims excitedly.

Still stunned and unable to comprehend what just happened, I merely stare at Zion in utter confusion.

Sighing with disappointment as if it was obvious, he answers, “My reward?”

“For… what?”

Eyes wide with bewilderment, his brows crease together grumpily. “For the food?! Duh! Share?”

Finally understanding his intentions, I look down to my dwindling amount of chips before looking back up to meet his expectant eyes and answering, “NO. WAY.”

“Come onnn, don’t be greedy!” Zion sings teasingly.

Mouth agape, completely offended; I pout grumpily, “You’ve had your breakfast! This is mine!”

“Oh, yeah? And who came all this way to bring it to you?”

Ignoring his apparent efforts at guilt-tripping, I continue snacking on the chips when suddenly he tries to sneak a hand into the bag. With lightning-fast reflexes, I dodge him. Laughing hysterically, I playfully twist and turn away from his multiple attempts at stealing my food before finally being caught by the arm. Swiftly pulling me towards him into a tight embrace, I freeze; my heart beating wildly against his broad chest.

“Got one.” He whispers softly into my ear.

I stare, dumbfounded for a moment, before spotting the chip between his fingers and protesting, “HEY! That was unfair!”

Raising the chip high above his head, taking advantage of his towering height against me, he teases, “And what are you going to do about it, pipsqueak?”

I begin jumping up, attempting to seize it back from his evil clutches. His words, never failing to bring out the competitive side of me. However, as I land, I lose my footing and fall clumsily onto the cold concrete floor.

“SHIT! YOU OKAY, (Y/N)?!” He yells, eyes wavering with concern as he hovers over my fallen body.

Simply laughing at his unnecessary panic, I quickly reach up and snatch back the chip — placing it between my teeth. “Got it!” I giggle, beaming proudly at the bemused redhead.

He raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk gracing his roguishly handsome face. My breath hitches as he slowly leans in towards me, heart beating violently against my ribcage as the sound of it resonates within my ears. His captivating eyes paralysing me as he gradually inches closer and closer, stopping just as I’m able to feel his warm breath upon my chilled lips.

“Still mine.” He voices alluringly before crunching down on the chip still positioned between my teeth.

He then smiles triumphantly, that childish grin of his making me lose all composure as we both break out into a storm of laughter.

Finally settling down onto the ground, leaning against the wired fencing side-by-side, we both sit in a comfortable quiet before Zion decides to break the silence. “You feeling okay, now?”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, I’m fine! It didn’t hurt or anything.” I shoot him a reassuring smile as to not worry him, but his expression remains serious… intense.

“I’m not talking about the fall…”

Unsure of where he was taking this, I cock my head to the side in confusion without a word — allowing him to continue.

“I mean like… Are YOU okay?”

Ah… He noticed.

I chuckle softly, a weak smile upon my lips. “I can’t get anything past you, can I?”

His eyes were warm. He tilts his head, genuine concern exuding from his touch as he lovingly tucks away the fallen strands of hair before me — as if needing a clear view of my face.

“I’m just… tired, I guess.” I sigh quietly. He stares intently, complete attention on me as he waits patiently for me to continue. “How much longer do we need to keep going?”

“What are you saying?” Zion questions, subtle hurt within his voice.

“I don’t know anymore…” I exhale heavily, the weight of my words lightening my mind the instant I chose to open up to him. “There’s nothing left out there, Zion. It’s been months… and from what we’ve seen, there are more zombies than people at this point. We haven’t seen any survivors in ages. There’s no longer any sign of military. No cure. No way to prevent someone from changing once bitten… For all we know, we could be the last people alive. And if we are… What the hell are we meant to do then?”

Determination burning within his golden irises and without a moment of hesitation, he answers, “Easy. We fight.”

“That’s it?” I question him with slight disappointment, unconvinced by his blunt answer. “What about after? Then what?”

“We keep fighting.”

Confused and frustrated, my voice begins to falter as I get choked up with desperation.

“But why?! Why bother at this point…? We fight, and we fight… and for what? To tire ourselves ‘til we starve? Until WE’RE eaten? To witness our friends suffer and die along the way?”

Unable to meet his unwavering gaze any longer, I hang my head low as I blink away the hot tears now glazing my eyes.

It was quiet for a moment, allowing me to calm down before feeling a soft warmth within my palms as Zion envelops my hands in his. I look back up at him. Almost in disbelief as an aura so tender, so… foreign of Zion emanates from his touch.

“No. We fight, so we can live. We have to…” His eyes were gentle, yet I could feel every bit of strength and purpose in his words alone.

He made it sound so simple, and yet his steadfast conviction made it so much more impactful.

“To keep living for those who’ve lost. To live for those still alive… We have to fight.”

He’s right…

Ultimately, I’d agree with him any other time. But today, my emotions seemed to cloud my judgement and got the better of me.

I feel so stupid.

The way he’s able to find the motivation and keep pushing forward after all this time… I couldn’t help but feel weak in comparison.

“No… You’re right. I’m sorry…” I trail off.

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding the gatherings recently?”

Lips quivering, no longer able to hide the vulnerability within, delicate tears I fought so hard to keep in began falling upon our entwined fingers.

“I’m just… so scared.” I whine helplessly.

I feel Zion jolt from shock. “Hey…” He murmurs before immediately moving to crouch before me; his tone hushed yet reassuring. “It’s normal to be scared.”

“I know. I know but… The closer I get to everyone… the more I care, the more scared I am to lose you all.” My hands tremble as the faces of those I’ve lost before reaching the school flash within my mind. “I’ve lost so many… I can’t do it again. I don’t want to lose anyone anymore…”

“(Y/N)…” Zion whispers.

“I-If Judy… or Eugene…” I stutter as I continue to cry out the names of everyone I’ve come to cherish here.

“Stop… Look at me.”

To my own surprise, I go on to admit, “Or even Scarlett…”

“(Y/N), please. Look at me.” Zion pleads hastily.

Refusing to listen, ashamed of showing him how weak I’ve become, I continue to ignore Zion’s calls. “ANY OF US! I could lose anyone at ANY moment… and it scares the FUCK out of me!”

“(Y/N)!” Zion yells, lifting my chin to witness me crumbling with anxiety from the devastating scenarios consuming my mind.

I finally meet those beautifully vibrant eyes I’ve come to love so much. Hot tears streaming down my face as I whimper — unable to hide what I feared most.

“I can’t lose you…”

“Enough!” He demands, eyebrows furrowing with impatience before enveloping me tight within his arms. “You’re not losing anyone!” He cries out, embracing me closer as if it would eliminate every last worry causing me despair. “Not on my watch…”

They were just words, but hearing him say it with such raw, sincere honesty made me want to place all trust in him. My arms come up to grip his back firmly, face buried within his shoulder as each tear seeps through the fabric of his jacket.

“Don’t give up…” He voices gently, the tone calming me instantly. “I know how strong you really are. No matter how scared you may feel, you never show it, and you never hesitate when it comes to protecting the group. You shouldn’t stop yourself from wanting to get closer to us. You’re allowed to care. That’s what separates us from those mindless fuckers. It’s why we need to fight.”

I stayed quiet, allowing the comfort of his words to replace the fear built up within me.

“And… You won’t lose me… Ever.” He whispers as he slowly releases me from his embrace. The gradual loss of his touch leaving me to feel a slight emptiness within.

“Anyways, if I die, who else is gonna sneak you snacks when you refuse to eat breakfast?! There’s no way I can leave your neglectful ass alone!” Zion smirks playfully.

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his silly attempt to lighten the mood with his usual insults.

You’re right, Zion... What would I do without you? I really am a mess.

His fingers reach up to lightly caress my tear-stained cheeks, lips curling up into a genuinely warm smile.

“You don’t have to worry about me, (Y/N). I’m not going anywhere.”

Cupping my face ever so gently, he inches closer.

“I promise…” His breath, now hot upon my skin as he leans his forehead against mine.

“I promise I won’t ever leave you… So, stop crying already.”

Not knowing how else to respond, taken aback by this sudden compassionate side of Zion I’d never seen before, I simply nod as he pulls back. However, his hand lingers upon my cheek — caressing my face as he stares vacantly at me once again.

My heart began to beat wildly as we sat there in silence. My cheeks, surely burning under his touch.

Something’s changed… Or had I only just realised it now?

Had he always been this… intimate?

All this time… I’ve denied my growing feelings for him.

But… maybe he… felt the same?

Before I could even process my thoughts, I suddenly placed my lips on his, and as soon as I had the time to realise what I had done, Zion had already pulled away in shock. Heart sinking into the pit of my stomach, my eyes grow wide with utter shame and embarrassment. I was faced with immediate regret as Zion grimaces, a look full of anguish — as if he was struck with some kind of physical pain.

“I-” Horrified, I tried to apologise, but my words were cut short as I was abruptly met with his rough lips upon mine — a rush of electricity coursing through my body as he leans into me.

Fingers gripped tight on either side of my head, he presses his body against mine; leaving me completely entrapped between him and the fencing behind me. Surprised by his unexpected aggressiveness after having been so gentle just moments before, I gasp lightly. His fingers suddenly coming up to grip my chin, holding it in place as he slips his tongue between my lips and into my awaiting mouth. Our fervent tongues melting into a passionate, lust-filled dance.

I had every intention to tell him to slow down, yet his lips only left me enough time to breathlessly exhale, “Zion…”.

He groans immediately in reaction to hearing his name before finally leaving my lips for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath. I sigh softly, instinctively arching back with pleasure as his teeth lightly graze down my neck and across my collarbone — leaving me with pleasant shivers all over.

Everything was moving so fast, I barely had time to comprehend what was going on. All I knew was that I needed him, and knowing he felt the same was enough for me to lose myself within his hands.

Before my lips had a chance to adjust to the crisp air, his mouth was back on mine — warming it up in an instant. He groans as he presses against me once more; his burning hot touch warming my icy skin as his hand slides underneath my top, caressing me gently. A sudden moan escapes my lips in response before I wrap my arms around his neck, further deepening our kiss.

“ZIONNNN~”

We both freeze in place, heads snapping towards the door of the rooftop as we recognise the all too familiar sing-song voice of Judy coming closer.

“YEAH?!” Zion calls back, eyes wide with dread of the possibility of being caught as his cheeks grow a subtle shade of pink.

“Pfft-” Unable to suppress my amusement, I couldn’t help but giggle at his seemingly innocent reaction considering how different he was just moments before.

“DID YOU FIND (Y/N)~?”

My heart began to race unnervingly, finally understanding the sudden feeling of trepidation as her voice now radiates from the other side of the door.

“Y-YEAH, SHE’S HERE!” Zion quickly yells back while I hurry to readjust my top.

“YAY!” Judy exclaims. Setting our hearts at ease as her forever chirpy tone begins to fade in the distance while she finally descends the stairs. “WELL LAWRENCE IS CALLING FOR US ALL NOW! SO, COME DOWN SOON!”

We wait for a moment, listening attentively to hear if she would return.

Realising we were safe, Zion sighs heavily in relief as he rubs the back of his head awkwardly. I slowly bring my hands to my face, cheeks searing from embarrassment as the last few minutes come rushing back to me.

That… just happened, right? I wasn’t dreaming?

Peeking out between my fingers to peer at Zion pretty much confirmed it as he uncomfortably got up from his spot.

What exactly did this mean for us?

Zion didn’t say anything… merely brushing himself off while he waited for me to tidy my unkempt clothes. As I got up, I noticed his adorably dishevelled crimson tresses covering his face. Without thinking, I reach up to fix it before suddenly being met with a slight sting upon my palm as Zion slaps my hand away.

“Ah…” He trails off, his tone as if startled by his own actions while also seemingly consumed in his thoughts.

Confused, all I was able to manage in reply to his sudden coldness was, “…Zion?”

He turns away from me, “Sorry. Um… anyways we should go. It’s freezing out here. The others will be worried…” his tone and aura feeling somewhat distant compared to before.

As he begins walking towards the exit, I subconsciously wrap my jacket tight around my frame — watching his back disappear through the doorway. Unable to shake this overwhelming sense of dread conjuring up within my blood, I linger on the rooftop, alone… left feeling emptier than ever before.

A/N: Helloooo my felines~ and welcome to the start of a possibly long journey HAHAHA. This comeback took a while, but I hope the read was worth it so far! I had been slowly planning this fic series (in between life and other requests) for about a year now, and I’m super excited to finally be able to release the first part of my new original! I will attach a link here to part 2 when it’s ready.

So please, sit back, grab a snack and get ready to enjoy the sweet, sweet heartbreak ahead. Missed you all ( ˊᵕˋ )♡

x luna

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