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ysrjune · 3 days

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Scott showing reader his prince albert piercing and then fucking them 🤭

officially decided that scott monroe has a prince albert. its canon guys. scott monroe (rip fic 🙁) has a dick piercing 🤗

summary ✦ scott being a little whore who shows his girlfriend (?) the piercing hes been hiding.

“promise you wont tell anyone. not your sister, not your friends, nobody.” he makes you promise him. why would you tell your sister anyway.. honestly, if you didnt promise him—you would end up telling your best friend about whatever your boyfriend was about to show you. not to make fun of him, but because you gush to her about everything you find out about scott.. she does the same with her boyfriend. “I promise!! just show me already!” you excitedly say, moving a strand of hair out of his face. scott sighs and looks down at his sweatpants. “take these off for me, yeah?” then looked back up to you. the only thought going through your mind was that he was just gonna show you his dick.. which hes never done before. either way, you were excited.

you slid his sweatpants down to below his hips, making his boner more noticeable. scott sighs, a little nervous. you catch whst hes feeling and look him on the eye. “scotty, you dont have to show me.. dont feel pressured, its okay..” you speak softly, making him look up at you with a blush. yeah, you were definitely the one for him. always so nice and patient with him. “its okay, baby, its not that im not ready... I just don't know if you'd expect what you're about to see.” he bit his lip and stuck his hand in his boxers, stroking himself for a second before only the tip of him peeked through the hem of his boxers.. and then you saw it. his piercing. he was right, you did not expect him to have that. his brother, sure.. but him? you keep on starring, starting to feel yourself blush. “you hate it.” he quickly assumed and shoved himself back in, internally beating himself up. his brother lied. chicks are definitely not into this kind of stuff.

“what—no, scott, I dont hate it. its just.. you were right, I didnt expect that.” you confess, still looking at his crotch. “I think its hot.” he looked back up at you, relieved. “seriously? you dont think its like.. stupid?” he asks. “seriously, its hot.” she giggled and palmed him through his boxers, making him moan while biting his lip. “fuck.. stop doing that.” he swallowed softly, resting his hand on his tummy. you smirk at him and alert him to lift his hips so you could pull his boxers down to his thighs. his cock looking so pretty, especially with his piercing drowning in his pre-cum. you ran your finger over the piercing a couple of times, making him close his eyes and moan. “that feels good.” he breaths out, his hips rolling up and down instinctively.

sooner or later, his cock was buried in you, missionary position. “fuck, my girl is so pretty.” he huffed out. even in the dim light, you could spot the faint blush on his cheeks. “lift your shirt off, let me see those tits.” this would be the first time he saw them.. and was he in for a surprise. as soon as he saw your pierced nipples, he couldn't take his eyes off of them. “so, when were you gonna show me those, uh?” he half smirked and placed both hands on your tits, rolling your nipples under his thumbs. “as soon as you showed me your dick, but I thought I should leave you to find out yourself.” he moans at that and attaches his mouth to your nipple, the sound of his teeth clinking with your jewlery barley audible, but still loud enough to hear.

a few moments go by, and his eyes are switching between your cunt gripping onto his dick, then to your bouncing tits. he praises you in how good you feel, but degrades you about how you're such a slut for having piercings like that.. then you remind him about what he showed you first, and he smiles. “got me there, I—” he choked on a moan. “I—uh!—fuck.. gonna cum. im gonna cum.” he pants, the sound of skin slapping against eachother becoming louder and harder. “yeah, milk my cock like that. let me give this pussy what she needs.” he whimpered and let himself finish inside you. after you rode out your highs together, he pulled out and stared at his piercing that was drenched in both his and your cum. “do me a favor and use that pretty mouth to clean up my jewlery, huh?”

he didn't need to tell you that twice.

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coryosbaby · 3 days

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loser!jace velaryon with a slight older and dommy reader. she loves teasing him in public settings till he begs and then overstimming him to tears. maybe a mommy kink in there sometime. god i love jace.

18+, MDNI !!

LOSER! JACE VELARYON, to start off, has had a crush on his betrothed since he was a child. He thought he could never have a chance with such a beautiful and alluring woman, a goddess in disguise as a human being. But when it was time for him to find a wife, boy was he surprised. She had fucked him stupid before the two of them were even wed.

LOSER! JACE VELARYON had never been experienced. He had heard about the acts of sex from the men around him because of the prostitutes they took to bed. But he was raised better than that and he didn’t see a point in those sort of indulgences.

Until he met her. Then he became the neediest and most infatuated man. He even grew out the locks of his hair so she could yank on it more when he enjoyed his meal— the one between her thighs, of course.

LOSER! JACE VELARYON starts calling his wife mommy. Mummy, to be exact, because of his accent, but for the sake of the word let’s just say mommy. He doesn’t know exactly where the satisfaction from the word derived from. He thinks it may be because she’s a tad bit older than him and makes him feel nurtured and loved.

And Gods, does he sound so beautiful and sweet when he says it. It slips off his tongue in pretty, whiny words. “Mommy, can I touch you here?” “Mommy, I need you.” “Mommy, you’re so warm.” It’d be a shame if no one got to experience the desperate sound of his cracking voice when he’s just on the cusp of release.

Which is why his wife decides to tease him. LOSER! JACE VELARYON is at a wedding celebration when her palm skims over his most perfect spot. She notices the way his thighs tense up and he tries to keep composure— he’s in a seat at the dinner table, but that doesn’t mean the others around him aren’t at risk of noticing.

LOSER! JACE VELARYON tries not to sound so whiny when the men of the court ask him questions. He grabs ahold of her hand that’s squeezing him— a beg to stop this now, because this is important, mommy, because we can’t do that— but he can’t resist her for long. No, it’s a mere five minutes before he’s excusing him and his wife for a leave to one of the mostly empty corridors, his eyes on her corseted back and imagining the way she looks spread open on his fat cock. Gods, he can’t wait.

LOSER! JACE VELARYON is pushed against the stone wall of the corridor, eyes rolling and mouth falling open when his wife drops to her knees. She looks beautiful, a true Targaryen beauty. He’s never seen someone so perfect. His hand finds its way into her hair— it isn’t done up like usual. She must’ve been expecting this.

Her fingers deftly undo his trousers, smiling when his girthy length slaps up against his stomach. He’s all flushed pink and wet, aching for a hole to fill, and she knows it.

“What a naughty boy you are,” she teases, in that angelic lilt of hers. She trails a finger up his length, and he lets out a groan. “Getting all worked up in front of all those people. Tell me, husband. What do you think they’d do if they knew their little Velaryon prince was whining like a girl for his beloved’s mouth?”

He bites his lip, eyes scrunching closed.

“They would think…” he breathes out a sigh when her tongue laps at him teasingly. “They would think im a whore, mommy.”

“That’s right, sweet one. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it?”

He nods, because he knows it’s the truth. Her hand wraps around him and lightly tugs. His hips move against the sensation, and his wrist moves up to be bitten by his teeth. She notices, and grabs his elbow. His arm is back at his side in a second, clutching onto the cool surface of the stone wall.

“No,” she says. “Let them all hear you, little prince. Let them hear you when I taste this sweet cock.”

He lets out a whine, watching as she takes his glittering, pink head into your soft mouth. She suckles him gently, playfully, and hums like a kitten at the taste of his precum. He’s delicious. She could eat him up for hours.

LOSER! JACE VELARYON is soon crying, tears streaming down his cheeks as she works her hand over him still, her fingers dripping with his first—second?— release. He can still hear the ongoing party as he shakes against the wall. He doesn’t know how long it’s been.

“Mommy. Mommy, it’s too much, please..”

“Don’t be difficult, Jace. Don’t you want to make me proud?”

Fuck, he wants it so bad he can’t breathe. He nods, plump lip quivering. He wonders when the party will be over…

LOSER! JACE VELARYON lets out a tiny whimper of fear when he hears the sounds of footsteps moving down the corridor. He comes to his senses for a mere moment, regardless of the fact that his wife’s hand is still pumping his cock. But she’s clever and she’s calm— she presses her hand to his shoulder and uses the leverage to push him against the corner of the corridor, a corner that has an extra wall built onto it and makes a tiny nook of secrecy and disretion. Jace hears the voices of his relative Alicent Hightower and her traitor knight, Sir Criston. Vastly approaching still, while his beloved’s hand works his dick, she speaks in a hushed whisper.

“Filthy, naughty boy. Cock out and covered in cum. You just couldn’t wait, could you?”

He can’t help it. LOSER! JACE VELARYON cries out his wife’s name, face twisted into carnal pleasure, and cums. Creamy white squirting all over her wrist and dress, balls drawn up tighter than a rubber band. He thinks she might’ve put a spell on him, this woman.

She smiles, listening to the awkward and rushed sound of Alicent and Sir Criston leaving the corridor when they realize the adultery occurring. Jace’s wife brings her fingers up to her mouth and gently sucks the spend off her thumb.

“You’re doing so good for mommy. I think you can handle one more. Don’t you think, little prince?”

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animestsstuff2 · 3 days

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Unconventional

Bakugou Katsuki x fem reader

Had this lil idea of what it would be like to date Bakugou in secret, how dating him is pretty unconventional and he doesn’t go by any traditional standards.

Possible part 2..?

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Dating Bakugou was anything but normal but you were okay with that. He showed you he cared in his own ways, even if they were unconventional. The fact your relationship was a secret also didn’t bother you. He kinda implied he’d like to keep it quiet at the beginning telling you “those damn extras will just try n’ nosey in, ‘specially that raccoon eyes one”

You were honestly surprised you were dating sometimes, considering how opposite you both were. You personalities often collided and so did you quirks, it was actually the reason for most of your interactions when you first started U.A. He hated your quirk. It surprised him during battle training. A water based quirk that allowed you to manipulate any water source, his sweat included and thats what got him. He lost to a stupid extra like you all because you fired his sweat back at him.

He was hell-bent on beating you where-ever and whenever he could, first the damn nerd and now some extra who wouldn’t bat an eye his way outside of training. What? did you think you were above him? Bakugou noticed his thoughts there after were almost always of you, at least once a day you popped into his mind. He realised he wasn’t just thinking of different ways to beat you, he was just thinking about you..

What lead to the weird relationship you shared before he asked you out was also unconventional. It was after school one day, Bakugou yelling for you to slow down and asking forcing you to come train with him. He was thinking all day of a way to get back at you for beating his ass in some basic training a few weeks ago. You tried to object, voice calm and contrasting the blondes shouts but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

This was the spark that lead to you both dating. You didn’t mean to hurt him as bad as you did, in all honesty you panicked. The blonde was moving more feverishly through the air, more agile and quicker than usual. He was determined. Your typical calm composure broke and you slammed him into the training post with a flush attack. You didn’t mean to slam him as hard as you did nor did you mean to take so much water from the nearby fountain. You winded and basically waterboarded the poor boy.

“Bakugou! Im so sorry. I panicked I didn’t mean to be so rough” you squeaked, dropping to your knees as your hands grabbed at his face, holding it as your concerned eyes met his wild ones. His breaths shallow as he tried to catch his breath. Your hands moving down to squeeze his biceps as you took deep breaths hoping he’d mimic you, which he did.

“Get off me! M’fine” he was more flustered over the coldness of your hands on his face and arms than the initial winding. His cheeks turning red as he shoved you and quickly stumbled up only to stagger as pain erupted from his lower back. You quickly rushed over to him, looping his arm over your neck. His voice loud in your ear as he tried to get away but with each sharp movement came another pang of pain in his back.

“Bakugou! We have to get you to recovery girl” you chewed on your lip, feeling guilty as ever for hurting the blonde. Your thoughts running rampant.

Well if he didn’t like you before he definitely doesn’t now!

“No, just bring me back to my dorm you damn wuss” he grumbled and you nodded not wanting to argue with him any longer.

The walk back to the dorms was thankfully short but seriously tense and awkward. The guilt was eating at you as you chewed your lip. The blonde staggering trying not to lean his weight on you. His heavy arm around your shoulder was already a bit much. The communal area thankfully was empty but Bakugous dorm was on the 4th floor and of course the elevators were broken. You both quietly grumbled as you took to the stairs, getting up to the second floor when you heard voices.

“Hey Denki you know were Bakugous at?” Kirishima asked from round the corner. Bakugou tensed and so did you as you glanced up at him.

“Your room is on this floor isn’t it?” He mumbled, probably the quietest you’d ever heard him. You just nodded as his body trembled ever so slightly from the exertion.

“Just go there till these damn extras clear off” he grumbled, more annoyed than before. He just wanted his bed didn’t wanna sit in some girly pink room that would probably give him a migraine. You helped the blonde get quickly into your room hearing their voices get louder as you caught a glimpse of the red head as he turned the corner. His eyes missing the tuft of blonde you shoved inside your door.

“H-here you can sit on my bed” you mumbled as you helped him onto the bed. Your room actually surprised him slightly. He really expected it to be glitter vomit everywhere. His eyes narrowed in on you as you stood in front of him, picking at your fingers. Your eyes glancing at his red ones but quickly flicking away.

“Im only stayin’ till the coast is clear or my back feels better. Don’t wanna be round you more than I have to” he grumbled out and you nodded watching as he sat still hunched over. His fingers curled into the plush comforter on the edge of your bed.

“Im really sorry again Bakugou, do you want anything? Any water or a heat pack” you apologised again, bowing as your thoughts scattered in your brain.

Great! There go any chances of him ever liking you. Your crush on Bakugou was honestly a curse that you loved and hated. The blonde grew on you for some reason much without your consent. You tried to be as secretive as possible but it must be so obvious considering how flustered you get round him. Your cheeks always get so red Uraraka constantly thinks you’re sick. The only time you can really think is when you’re training but thats just cause you wanna impress him, so much for that, nearly crippled the boy.

“Heat pack would be good” he mumbled quietly, not wanting to accept your generosity charity. You nodded, quickly going into the small box at the end of the bed that had a small collection of medical items, heat packs especially for when you got your period.

You cracked the pack and handed it to him watching as he reached his hand round only to jerk and pull it back. A breath leaving his mouth as he hunched over again. Your eyes widened as you stepped over, grabbing the heat pack from him and moving onto the bed.

“Let me, please I don’t want you hurting yourself anymore” you quickly said, leaving no room for protest from him as his cheeks heated. “U-um, where does it hurt the most?”

“Just above my lower back..yea, there” okay both your cheeks were burning as your hands gripped the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up to reveal the blondes toned back. A red ugly mark directly in the centre. Your light touches made the blonde suck a breath in as his stomach tensed. Your fingers ghosting the edges of the mark scared of hurting him anymore. His back was littered with small scraps and scars. The pale skin marred.

“Y’gonna put it on or what?” He forced out, voice hoarser than he intended. You puffed your cheeks out as you laid the patch over the red mark. His skin tingled from your cold hands as you dropped the shirt and shuffled back round to sit beside him. His head hung low eyes downcast as the quietest thanks left his lips you almost didn’t hear it.

“You don’t need to thank me, Its my fault your hurt” you laughed sheepishly and the blondes head snapped to yours eyes narrowed.

“Just accept it alright! Last time i ever thank you for somethin’” you nodded, a smile on your face at his antics.

It certainly wasn’t the last time he thanked you for something and something developed from that interaction after all Bakugou was actually forced to stay for an hour before he was able to walk without your aid. To most people nothing special occurred in that hour, two classmates in ones bedroom hanging out but this was Bakugou Katsuki, the man who didn’t willingly have friends nor enjoyed hanging out with the ones he was forced to have but being in your room for an hour was more than enough time for the crush you had on him to explode as you sat on the bed together and made the tiniest small talk ever! And his thoughts of you finally became clear and a weird feeling settled in his chest. His behaviour towards you changed too, he treated you differently it was really only noticeable if you paid close enough attention but your classmates chalked it up as Bakugou just not bothering someone as quiet as you as much.

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idkwhatever580 · 2 days

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I’m sure you could pt. 1

Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: y/n follows Natasha to Norway. What happens when they go out? (Loosely based off of black widow events)

Warnings: fights, mentions of cuts and injuries, no smut but almost, mentions of death. No actual death though.

A/N: I’m working really hard on this one but it’s taking a bit out of me. I decided to create two parts to it. Because I’m basically going with the black widow movie. But including r. So have fun. Tell me if you think I should add something to part two!

Y/n’s pov

“NATALIA ALIANOVNA ROMANOVA OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!”

I am pounding on the door of the trailer and Natasha opens it with a gun in her hand and she quickly covers my mouth and pulls me inside.

“Shut the fuck up you’re gonna get me caught!”

I storm past her and say

“No you shut the fuck up! What were you thinking?!”

She sighs and says

“Detka please-”

“No! Don’t baby me! I am so pissed with you.”

“Please let me explain”

I huff and say

“Go on then. Explain to me why you left with no note not even a call! You could have been dead for all I know and I was just at home waiting for you!”

I start pacing back and forth in the little space there is.

“I know I’m not an avenger and I’m not all special like you are, but as your wife I deserve the decency to hear when you’re running away!”

“It wasn’t safe!”

I shake my head in frustration she keeps explaining

“It never is safe right nat?”

“They are after me. Everyone is after me right now. I felt horrible but I had to get rid of my everything because of it. I double crossed tony and the government.”

I let out a frustrated groan and she finally realizes how bad my breathing is. She knows it’s gonna be bad if I don’t calm down soon so she says

“Baby. I need you to breathe with me. In. And out. In. And out.”

I take a few more breaths and then I look back up at her

“I thought you were dead”

My eyes fill with tears and she says

“Oh dorogoy. Im so sorry.”

I start to sob and she wraps her arms around me and I grab onto her shirt as if she’s going to disappear if I let go. I start to rant into her chest.

“I thought I’d never see you again and you just were going to run off. You always do this Natalia I am always so scared. I wish you’d have come home and taken me with you.”

“You know it’s not that simple”

I nod my head and keep crying.

After a long while I finally am able to calm down and we get up and go to the bedroom to talk. Natasha starts with a question naturally

“How did you know where I was?”

I sigh and say

“This guy named mason broke into the compound somehow and told me after I almost shot him.”

She laughs and says

“He’s always been like that. Stupid”

I nod my head in agreement and Natasha asks another

“How did you get here? Do you think anybody followed you?”

I shake my head and say

“Mason made sure to get me here with nobody on my trail.”

I decide it’s my turn for a question

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

She shakes her head and says

“Clint threw me on the ground pretty hard but not bad. I think I got a few bruises but not much more”

I nod my head and say

“Let me see you”

She sighs knowing I need confirmation that she is not damaged too badly. I’ve always been like that.

So she stands up and takes off her shirt and does a slow 360 for me. Before she can turn back around I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and move her hair to the side so I can kiss her neck.

I trail my hands under her breasts and then move to the back and say

“Is this okay?”

She nods her head and whispers

“Yes”

I unhook her bra and let it slide down. I immediately start kneading her boobs softly making her let out some soft moans.

Her head rolls back and she turns around eventually to do the same for me. She kisses me softly and says

“Let me make you feel good”

I sigh and say

“Natty I don’t want to make you tired”

She chuckles and shakes her head

“You give me life baby. You could never make me tired.”

I raise my eyebrow and say

“I don’t know about that. I’m sure I could if I tried”

She smiles and kisses me tenderly

“I’m sure you could detka”

Before we actually get anywhere the generator goes out and everything turns off.

I groan and say

“Why now?”

She chuckles and says

“We don’t need lights”

I smile and say

“No. But I think we should figure it out before we fall asleep and then freeze.”

She sighs and says

“You’re right”

And as she is getting off of me I mumble

“As always”

Nat turns to me

“What was that?”

I look away innocently and say

“Nothing!”

She slaps my arm and throws on her bra and shirt again. We both go outside to investigate. Well. I investigate and she stands guard.

You can never be too safe.

Unfortunately the generator has run out of gas. So we need to go into town to fill up the little gas can we have.

We load up and go on our way. I smile at her from the passenger seat until we cross a bridge and a bomb goes off throwing us around.

I black out for a few minutes and once I am fully conscious again I look around and find nat next to me unharmed. But I look around for the perpetrator and see this person in a suit. It looks weird. But Natasha already is in action.

She unbuckles and falls making the car move. I finally realize that we’re hanging over the bridge. I shakily say

“Nat?”

She turns to me and says

“Get out and get as far away as possible through the backseat okay?”

“I’m not gonna leave you here with that maniac!”

“He’s here for me. Not you. Go!”

I know she’s telling the truth. It’d be no good if I’m hurt and she’d have to handle me too so I slip out the door and she starts shooting at him.

They start fighting and I see a brief case that looks like it has important vials in it. Honestly these things look like magic. So I grab them swiftly and sneak off.

I hide in some bushes and Natasha and the robot person fight more. From the looks of it they are copying her exact moves. Like they know exactly what she’s doing.

This is terrifying since she is never predictable.

Suddenly. They end up staring right at each other and as Natasha analyzes this things armor, it turns towards me. I know I’m hiding in a bush but I think it can see me.

She says

“You’re not here for me”

And she looks around for something. I widen my eyes and realize he’s here for the briefcase that I have in my hands.

Natasha knows it too so she runs at the armored person and they fight a bit more.

Natasha clearly knows what she’s doing so she yells

“Throw the case y/n!”

I don’t think and just listen to her so I throw it on the bridge and they fight to get to it. But Natasha gets there first.

They fight again and Natasha uses the persons shield that oddly looks like caps shield. But before she can win he kicks her off the bridge and I almost scream out but I remember they might come for me too so I stay silent as tears run down my face constantly.

They end up with the briefcase and I look and see that there is nothing in it. Clearly nat took it out before they kicked her off. But there’s no fucking point.

Once they leave and I see the way is clear I run down the side of the bank to the water. It’s a little steep and I slip making me fall a lot but I don’t even care. I don’t stop running.

I get to the water and start looking around.

Nobody’s pov

“My baby! No. No no no no. No no. You can’t be gone. Please Natasha nat please. I need you.”

Words start to roll out of y/n’s throat uncontrollably, but nobody can hear.

Y/n is on her knees at the river bank with cuts and scrapes all over them.

They look around and then start crawling to the water. Somehow their brain isn’t functioning properly and they just start looking for Natasha while repeating the same things over and over like a crazy person.

Until a gasp comes from the water and y/n looks up to see Natasha coming out on the other side.

She immediately scrambles up and says

“Nat?!”

They can’t hear her speak and they just lie down. Suddenly they pull some red glowing ball out of their jacket.

Y/n’s pov

That red shit is the stuff that was in Natasha’s briefcase! It’s her!

I almost yell her name when she gets up and starts looking around. I find my phone which somehow didn’t break in the crash or my fall and I turn the flashlight on and wave it at her.

I realize that if I yell at her it might alert that person again. I don’t want that.

She sees the light and knows it’s me. So I make my way over the hill and cross the burning bridge and climb back down much slower this time.

“Nat?”

“Y/n?”

We both sigh in relief when we recognize each other.

I run to nat and say

“Are you okay?!”

She nods her head still a bit winded from being under water

I tear up and say

“I swear to god if I ever find that person I’m gonna kill them.”

She shakes her head thinking and says

“You shouldn’t be here. You need to go home”

I look at her like she’s crazy and say

“And leave you for that thing?! No fuckjng way!”

I can tell she’s in black widow mode right now

“Y/n… you don’t know what we’re dealing with right now. I need you to go home. I need you to be safe”

I huff and say

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why won’t you listen to me!”

“Because! I am only safe with you. If you send me home nobody can protect me as well as you can. You are the only one that can help me sleep at night. You are my safety.”

She sighs and shakes her head knowing it’s a losing battle.

Suddenly I look down into her hands and in one, she is holding the red stuff, but in the other, is a little paper.

“What is that?”

She looks up at me and says

“What is what”

I look her in the eyes to be a bit confrontational and say

“What’s in your hand?”

She holds up the red vials and says

“Uh- I actually don’t know. But I’m going to figure it out”

“No no. Not that hand. That hand”

I point to the other hand.

“What? Oh- nothing.”

“Cut the act Natasha. Tell me what is in your hand.”

She hesitates but hands it to me

“Who are these kids?”

“Me. And…”

My eyes widen and I say

“Yelena…”

She nods her head and I say

“She got out?!”

Nat shrugs her shoulders and says

“We can talk about this in a bit. We need to get somewhere safe. Where they can’t get to us”

I nod my head and we walk back to the trailer making sure nobody is on our trail.

We sit down and Natasha and I take a second to look at each other and take each other in.

Only now does she realize the cut I got on my forehead because of my fall.

“I’m so sorry”

I shrug and say

“Not your fault. I went too fast down the hill looking for you and fell”

She laughs a bit at my clumsiness.

“I’m glad someone’s getting a kick out of this”

She tends to my wounds and I tend to hers as she tells me everything.

“If you’re coming with me you have to understand the dangers of this. We’re dealing with the red room here”

I nod my head and say

“I might not know much but I at least train with you for hand to hand. And I can shoot.”

She nods her head and says

“I don’t know if Yelena is truly out. She could have just been on a mission.”

“On a mission where?”

“Budapest”

I smile and say

“You’re one of the only people I know who say Budapest correctly.”

She nods her head and continues

“I’m hoping she’s still there. If not I don’t know what I’ll do. But mason brought these to me from my hideout there. So she might be laying low if she actually escaped.”

I nod my head and kiss the last wound I just cleaned up for her. Now I move on to brushing and re-braiding her hair.

“Who was that robot person?”

“I don’t know. But from the looks of it, they’re from the red room. So it’s probably not a guy. The red room utilizes women and their weaknesses. That person has been training to fight me since they were a girl.”

I nod my head and say

“Why don’t they look like any other widows?”

“I’m not sure”

I keep braiding my hair and just say what pops into my head.

“Do you think this girl is special to the red room? Like. Maybe she’s dreykovs daughter”

She shakes her head.

“Impossible. She died when I bombed the both of them. I didn’t mean to get her, but I had to get him and that was my only time slot.”

I nod my head in understanding and say

“Okay.”

She stands up when I finish the braid and says

“We’re going to Budapest. Grab your things.”

I look around and say

“I don’t have any things. For some reason I just left.”

She sighs and grabs some extra clothes for me.

Before we leave she grabs my hands and says

“Before we go, I can’t in good conscience let you come with me without telling you the dangers of this. We could very likely both die”

I nod my head and say

“I know. But there’s no one I’d rather die with than you. I’m not worried though. I know you’ll keep me safe.”

She smiles and kisses me and says.

“I could always kick your ass and make you stay here”

I smile and use her words from earlier.

“I’m sure you could baby”

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A/N: I’m totally gonna make a part two don’t worry. You just might have to wait a little bit :)))

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orecana · 2 days

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behind those walls.....

Lucas/wong yukhei x feminine male reader

(note: if you don't like feminine male reader or anything in this fic, please click off the fic.)

this was requested by a person i would to like to keep anonymous because the internet is cruel and i don't want that to happen to anyone as well. i'm finally back with another fic at least. i'm a bit too busy nowadays but i made time to write fics for you guys who keep supporting and reading them, which im grateful for btw. i hope you guys enjoy this one too!

lucas opens the door to his house, groaning in frustration as he puts his bag down onto a nearby chair as he sits on a sofa. he sighs before resting and shutting his eyes, attempting to doze off for a while.

"had a rough day? or did your hookups scatter away like the rats they are?"

hearing that annoying yet familiar voice makes him open his eyes again as he sits up straight and looks at them.

y/n was sipping his cup of tea wearing his white pajamas as he tilts his head at lucas as if he's asking for lucas to answer his earlier question.

lucas only groans another time as he was reminded of his failed hookup encounter. the girls all tried to hookup with him. even though he played along with them, they immediately left him when they saw the size they had to deal with, which is making him shake his head.

y/n listens carefully as he sips his cup of tea while leaning against the kitchen counter. lucas and y/n.........have a weird relationship. they met one day in school when lucas was going for a smoking session. y/n just straight up walked up to him and asked for a cigarette. lucas was hesitant at first but when he looked at y/n a bit closer at that time.

he was wearing the shirt of the school uniform but for the bottom part he was wearing a mid length black and red skirt paired with heels. he was still gesturing his hand towards lucas, asking for a cigarette as his other hand is on his vest.

lucas just tossed a cigarette to y/n who lights it up with a lighter hidden under his skirt. he stands near lucas and begins smoking as well.

lucas looks at y/n curiously as to why a person like him would be......... like this. he had almost thought gays would be annoying or stupid but from their encounter earlier, he can safely say that y/n is none of those. the way he carried himself and those enticing lips pressing itself into the cigarette.

"would you stop looking at me like a lovesick fool?"

lucas immediately noticed the sharp tongue the other got, but he didn't back down. throwing away his cigarette into a nearby garbage bin, he walks up to y/n and places his hands on both sides. y/n only looks up at lucas uninterested as he keeps smoking his cigarette. lucas leans in as he looks at y/n in the eyes.

y/n sighs as he takes out his cigarette and throwing it into a bin before he grabs lucas by his shirt, pulls him down and kisses him. they eventually found an empty and secluded classroom where they had sex. eventually this became a normal occurrence, lucas has a pretty high reputation for being the popular boy as well as a playboy who goes through girls like changing clothes. of course, some never work out and whenever that happens they would make out and have sex. no strings attached...............

y/n sighs again as he looks at lucas's face. it looks so hollow and so.....empty. even if it doesn't look like it, lucas and y/n have a close relationship. there are things that only they know about each other or things only they can tell about each other. just like now for instant, y/n knows that there is more to the story than a failed hookup. he knows lucas like the back of his hand, he would never get THIS upset over a failed hookup.

he puts his hand over lucas's chin and drags it to his face. lucas looks a bit surprised as if he didn't expect y/n to do this. y/n might be a girly fag or a disgusting disease or whatever the people call him, but that doesn't stop him from living life as he could.

"what's wrong lucas? even a braindead person could tell that you're not doing well"

lucas doesn't answer as he tries to pry y/n hands off of him with an annoyed face. y/n only sighs as he lets go of lucas's chin and goes to the kitchen so he could wash the cup. lucas follow him from behind, wanting to get something to eat. he looks at y/n calmly washing the cup he just drank from.

although lucas will never admit it out loud, he does find y/n pretty. his pretty face and those fluttery eyelashes and those (your eye color) eyes. lucas feels something rise up in his heart and he knew what it was. He denies it immediately though. he can't be............ he has a reputation to keep, he can't................

y/n places the cup into a cupboard before taking a glance at lucas who is currently mentally scolding himself. he looks away for a bit, feeling a bit of tears staining his eyes before he dries it with his fingers before going up and nudging lucas.

"come on, go to bed. we have school tmr."

lucas was about to protest but sees y/n gives him that "look" making him scared

"I said..............Go TO BED!"

"why are you at my house right now anyways?"

"because i can and i will bitch, now get your ass to bed before i make you."

"make me"

y/n only sighs and pulls out his hairclip before pushing a button on it. the hairclip increases in size a bit before a small needle appears from the clip. lucas felt a sweat drop down his face as y/n stares at him menacingly.

all you can hear in that moment is the sounds of lucas screaming and begging for mercy while y/n is just scolding and roasting the shit out of him.

the next day at school, lucas was going to school on his bike as usual when he looks at his right and saw y/n walking there with his earphones on. he never noticed it before but y/n features were even more prominent right now since he did some make up. his eyes looks even brighter that compliments his school uniform except this time he's wearing an extra long skirt.

lucas felt that feeling in his chest again as he tries to block it out and focus on getting to school. y/n could only notice that familiar bike as he sighs and walks a bit faster to school. a simple 'you fool' was the only thing he muttered as he also focus on getting to school as fast as possible.

lucas felt like he was on drugs or at least that what he felt like... he keeps noticing y/n's features that he didn't before and everytime he does it he felt that thing in his heart which he absolutely despises, he cannot feel like this. they were friends nothing more!

infuriated lucas decided to go to the club again after school, thinking that hooking up with people will lift up his mood, he walked into the club and looked around, searching for potential hookup. a girl approached him and he decided she would be that person as they made out and went into a room. he was ready to fuck the girl but.... he couldn't get erect. no matter how hard he tried and then... he remembered y/n's face. he was immediately erect which didn't sit well with him as he got frustrated again and left the room and the club entirely.

he storms into his house again in frustration as he marches towards his room. he sinks into his bed as he stares to the ceiling. he shouldn't feel like this at all! why changed?! why did he suddenly feel like this?

he groans and just showered, to possibly cooldown. after he was done, he puts on a sleeveless shirt and collapses onto the bed, unknowingly dreaming of y/n being next to him.

the next morning he rode his motor to school again but this time he didn't see y/n on the road, which was weird in his opinion. they leave home at almost the same time so lucas would have definitely noticed him. he has this itching feeling that something is gonna happen so he hurries to school.

the moment he parked his motor, he heard someone scream and the sound of an impact. quickly he rushed to the area and he saw y/n being knocked into a wall by a bunch of bullies. he was about to rush in but then y/n looked at his direction and secretly signals lucas to stay there before y/n kicks the bullies in the stomach one by one. the bullies fall to the ground, groaning in pain as y/n stomps the ground with his heels that made the ground below it breaks. the bullies were scared and ran.

lucas wanted to run up to y/n but y/n only looked his way one more time before he goes back into school, leaving lucas there to stare at him with a hurt heart.

after school ends, lucas was getting on his bike to go home today, before he heard a familiar voice.

"i haven't seen you go straight home after school in a while, lucas"

he turns back to see y/n standing there with his school uniform and heels. he looks at lucas with a look that lucas can't decipher. lucas felt that pang in his heart again..... it had became too much at this point. he tried to invite y/n to sit on the motor with him, but y/n was no where to be seen. he looked everywhere around him, but gave up after not seeing him at all and drove home, unaware of the pair of eyes that were watching him from behind the gardens.

2 months has past, lucas tried to date girls as he used to, but the lingering feeling of y/n always make him unable to continue dating those girls. he also slowly found himself accepting the deep feeling inside of him. y/n was the only person who knew the "real" him, who stayed and took care of him. lucas smile unconsciously as he leaves class again for the day and looks at his phone. his eyes widen at the date.

it's y/n's birthday today.

he actually got excited, for the first time in his life, he has something to look forward to. he drove his motor to go to the mall to get something for y/n, unaware of the approaching car because of his excitement.

y/n just got out of school after his dance classes ended when he heard a murmuring among the students. curious, he listened and he wished that he wouldn't have had to hear that.

"did you hear? lucas is in the hospital!!"

"he got into a traffic accident while going somewhere."

y/n skin crawled immediately after he heard that. he immediately dashed out of school before using his phone to both call the nearest taxi and to track down lucas's location. y/n was kinda protective of lucas even if he doesn't know it himself, he secretly placed a tracker on the earrings he bought for lucas on his birthday, one that lucas will always wear no matter what.

y/n rides the taxi as he looks at the tracking device on his phone and tells the driver the location of the hospital. he was sweating buckets, he cared for lucas very much, even if he never showed it.

"you fucking idiot!"

y/n finally arrives at the hospital as he hands over the amount of money the driver needed before running into the hospital. arriving in front of the desk, he asked for lucas's room number which the nurse provided as he rushed there immediately.

he pushes the door open and sees lucas on the bed. the monitor showing his heartbeat at a stable condition. sighing in relief, y/n sits down on one of the chair in the room as he watches lucas sleeping form.

call him terrible for thinking this, but he thinks that lucas getting into this accident was good for him maybe. lucas has been grumpy nowadays, it's good now that lucas is sleeping peacefully.

y/n holds lucas's hand as he continue to stare at lucas. y/n would never admit it out loud, but he is kinda proud to have taken care and fell for lucas. he was the only one who saw him for who he was.

lucas squirm as he felt pain all over his body and slowly open his eyes. he opens them as he takes in the white ceiling and the surroundings.

"finally awake?"

hearing that familiar voice, lucas looks at his left and saw y/n sitting on the chair, holding his hand. lucas couldn't help but smile seeing y/n.

"hey...."

y/n suddenly stands near his bed as lucas prepares for whatever is coming and closes his eyes, but he felt arms wrapping around him and a quiet sob. quickly, he wraps his arms around y/n as well as they just stay in that position for a good amount of time.

"visiting times are over!"

y/n sighs as he releases from lucas and looks at him in the eyes before giving lucas a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his bag and going to the door. lucas who was stunned by the sudden kiss, immediately shouts for y/n to stop.

"what are we now? that peck....wasn't like any of our previous ones"

y/n turns around and look at lucas dumbstruck face and only gives a smile. "whatever you want it to be" before going out of the door, leaving a dumbstruck lucas who can't stop smiling after hearing that.

(i know the ending kinda sucks but i think.......this suits their relationship. what comes after? .....you guys can fill in the blanks with what you want.)

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thewandererh · 1 day

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bOO‼️

@if-you-heart @if-you-mind @if-you-soul

told heart this but i drew fanart of ya’ll’s sweet angular soul guy :]! i couldn’t not…look at his dumb face…..🥺

i have two versions because the lighting experiment came out ok-ish. t was originally blue (because it was coming from the left side lmao) but red looks better 🤷

it’s a little simple and the composition is messy, but it was a good stress relief + shading practice :D! im proud of it. i’ll definitely draw him (and the gang) more though if i can!! been getting better with hair recently and tested out my skills with this one :]. styling and keeping consistent with hair is tough, but oddly relaxing. did some lineart in the car somehow 👀??

he looks like such a,,,bro i can’t….. i love how stupidly spindly he is

i was attached to this stupid lanky fictional(???) man the *moment* i saw this post. absolutely bonkers. i was so charmed by this concept i shared it to all of my friends you don’t understandjshdkdhdgsgd /silly /but yeah i did do that XD

also you fazgang have been reblogging and liking my stuff 🐥 <- looks up at you like this chick

which,,,,thankie,,…🐥🐥😳💛✨

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for you onlookers have some more posts by the fazgang (what the if-you-hms-gang call themselves) to gaze upon. you will not regret,,

.-.

i’ve noticed a trend that i often tend to write big paragraphs about a simple piece of art i’ve made, which is okay but i get the lack of interaction lol. im very proud of my art, and go on rambles on why i like it. the formatting i turn to aswell as the text and images almost turns the post into a collage? visually?? i love collages so it works out XD! but anyways,, im not upset over notes, i just like getting my art out there. so thank you to everyone whose viewed, read, liked, and followed for the ride :]. im glad you appreciate my stuff, it’s what i can offer <3. it won’t be consistently one fandom but im glad to not be alone in my interests. good god that sounded like a traumatized rant (maybe it was but:)

TLDR: check out if-you-heart/mind/soul :]! they are very cool and nice💛

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reborrowing · 2 days

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Pocket Guides to Zombie Survival, Ch 2

First/prev | ao3 holyyy shit this took too long im sorry! especially since a chunk of it is recycled from the first attempt. but I think I'm happy with it cw fear, injury, dehumanization typical of gt first meets wordcount: 3.5k

The man outside didn’t even have a pulse.

Coop had been right on his wrist. She’d leaned against his cold flesh for better leverage as she unfastened the corpse’s watch. He didn’t bleed when her needle stuck into his skin, nearly as deep as her forearm was long. Even on a human, that should’ve hit some kinda blood vessel, right? He smelled like dead meat. He was undeniably dead, right up until he’d got up and almost crushed her.

She was still shaking as Rei dragged her up into the RV’s engine compartment. It was scary enough to try and imagine what could’ve killed a giant so gruesomely and scarier still to find out that humans could keep going even after death.

Rei poked around for the way into the RV cabin, hoping it would have good supplies and a decent place to rest. Coop would rather take refuge in the labyrinthian machinery. The adrenaline of the moment was wearing thin and she knew she was going to be less than useless once she could feel all her injuries. This place felt safe enough to catch their breath, at least. The not-dead man wasn’t trying to follow them and he hadn’t thought to open the engine hatch to try and snatch them out.

Instead, he banged against the RV walls over and over again, with terrifying force. It was strong enough to leave the metal shell shaking. If he had hit her with that kind of power, she wouldn't have a broken foot, she’d be lucky to be left with a boot full of bloody paste. They had a hiding place, he wasn’t getting in, and she saw no reason to ruin it by poking around inside.

But Rei was the one who could still walk so she was the one calling the shots. She was in her element, she insisted, with humans as her area of expertise, but Coop thought that was a load of shit. Rei knew about humans’ things and how they acted on a normal summer evening. This was well beyond what either of them knew.

Rei cut through a thick, zig-zagged wall of cotton with a glass shard and into a bin full of human junk so common it almost seemed familiar. Papers on top of papers, rough brown napkins, clicker pens, a metal beamlight, and a plastic first aid case that Rei pointed out way more smugly than was necessary.

“I don’t need bandaids, I need you to help me put my shoulder back together,” Coop griped.

She slumped into a wad of napkins stacked up by the far wall. They weren’t as soft as she’d been hoping, but more comfortable than bare plastic. She stretched out her leg to give her busted-up foot a rest, at least, and watched Rei puzzle out the plastic locks on either side of the case.

“Isn't this the third time you got it popped like that? Can’t you do it yourself by now?” Rei asked over her shoulder.

“It hurts!”

“Shh, I was kidding, sorry. Just too freaked out to—” she swallowed the rest of her sentence and waved her hand vaguely towards her face. “Express. Not funny anyways. There’s probably Tylenol or something in here, just give me a minute to get this stupid thing open, and—”

The RV shook with an especially hard hit from the not-dead man and in the quiet that followed, heavy footsteps shuffled across the interior of the RV. They were getting closer. Coop went stiff, but Rei kept prying at the plastic clasp. She didn't hear—probably couldn't, with her lousy ear—and her back was turned so Coop couldn't give her a visual signal to please shut up.

There was a click overhead followed by a blinding light as the wall gave out behind Coop and sent her tumbling down towards the carpeted floor. She fumbled for her fish hook to latch herself onto a mountainous chair in front of her before she could get grabbed. The grapple successfully bit into the fabric, but with only one arm to hold on with, and a lot of pain to work through, Coop was easily knocked loose from her line. She landed stunned on her back right in front of the giant’s boot and whimpered. Rei was too far away to save her this time.

Coop flailed in an attempt to get away, to get anywhere, before the new giant could reach her. She didn’t even make it half inch before a shadow dropped over her. She looked up in horror as the giant jabbed at her with a thin metal club and knocked her back to the ground. The thin metal of her armor went concave and Coop gasped for breath, expecting it to be her last, but the giant stopped as soon as they had her pinned. Coop squirmed helplessly against the rubber that threatened to cave in her chest.

The human’s eyes were as brown and mean as a hawk’s and made Coop’s heart raced just the same. But a hawk was almost a guarantee that something was about to die. Humans were unpredictable. Already it was the opposite of the giant outside—precise, with a light touch, but more than enough to hold her down. And they could kill her just as easily as the other one.

It shook her with the kind of thrill she’d usually celebrate, but it was hard to be excited about danger when so few of her limbs were working. She couldn’t fight or flee, just lay there at the giant’s mercy as the pain swelled and tried to take over more and more of her thoughts.

They adjusted their grip on the club and knelt down for a better look at Coop, catching her in a shadow like a falling tree. Even for a human, they—she, probably—was big: nice and fat and full-figured, like she’d never even heard of hunger. She leaned against the nearby chair as she lowered herself down onto her knees, and both the seat and her own bones groaned under the strain.

For a brief second, Coop recognized something in those eyes that looked more like fear than anger, but fear of what? Of Coop? The dead man outside? He couldn’t even figure out how to open a door. Was he really so dangerous to even his own kind?

“Are you alive?” the giant whispered.

Before Coop could put together an answer or even work up the breath to be heard, Rei jumped in with a hiss of her own. Coop just barely saw her sister’s silhouette leap out from the glovebox before she got lost in a fresh black wave of pain. Her vision swam as the giant jerked backwards, briefly driving the end of her club harder against Coop’s chest, squeezing the breath out of her.

“No, no, no, get off, no,” the giant bleated.

But again, she was afraid, not angry.

They were equally dangerous emotions, except that fear could be soothed with something other than blood, assuming humans had emotions that worked like her own. And why shouldn’t they? They were supposed to be people, after all, just horribly big ones.

“S-stop,” Coop wheezed, struggling to sit up.

It wasn’t loud enough, or maybe the giant didn’t care, or maybe she was just distracted by the idiot gremlin chomping on her finger. Unbelievable. Coop watched, aghast, as the giant caught the back of Rei’s cloak and pulled her into the air. She didn’t have a chance to protest again as she flinched away from the giant’s boots shuffling around her, each more than large enough to crush her flat. She pushed back when something tugged on her good arm, even though it was pointless to try and fight the giant, only to get an annoyed hiss in response.

Oh.

Coop went limp to let her sister drag her to cover once again. That pain was really catching up to her now though. Darkness swam at the edge of her vision as each step jostled her busted limbs. Coop grimaced when she realized the best cover they could reach was beneath the seat right beside them. The clearance was low enough to the ground to seem safe, with a nice metal barrier to hide behind, but Coop knew that it only meant they were cornered.

“I think I’m gonna puke,” Rei announced hoarsely.

“You’re gonna puke?”

Coop dimly registered that the arms holding her were shaking before Rei dropped her. Her breath escaped in a hiss as she hit the floor. Coop warily eyed the gap they’d come in through. It might be too narrow for the giant to get her fat arm under. Maybe. Rei slumped to the floor next to Coop to take a breath. Like they had the time for that. (Like they had a choice.)

“No, that…that! Getting you away from it. I don’t know how you do that, jumping at predators. Like it’s nothing? I feel so bad. I think my guts are all gonna explode,” she whispered.

If Rei was hoping for sympathy, all she was gonna get was anger. Coop glared.

“I don’t! I don’t just attack wildly! You shouldn’t have done anything! How was that supposed to help?” Coop hissed.

“I panicked!”

“So you bit her? Are you a fucking shrew? You’ve got your whole bag of tricks and you use your teeth? Ghosts, Rei, you’re supposed to be smart! You’re supposed to be good at this!”

Coop lurched forward and swiped a glass shard from the elastic holster on Rei’s leg. She waved it vaguely, gesturing at Rei and her oversized borrowing sack for a few brief seconds until she was too woozy to stay upright. Rei caught her before she could crash all the way back to the floor, then sat down beside her.

“I’m good at not dealing with them,” she said.

Coop pushed her sister away and pocketed the dagger. One of them could still leave, and then that one could warn everyone else back home that the dead man was still alive and he had company.

“Then don’t deal with it. Go. Get out of here,” Coop said.

“I’m not gonna leave you with it! I’m not that—”

“It’s my job to die being stupid anyways, so long as it means someone else makes it,” Coop said.

“I’m not gonna let you die.”

Well, Coop didn’t actually intend to die. She never had. But she wasn’t gonna pretend it wasn’t likely, either. She’d been on borrowed time for a long stretch of her life. Maybe even since she was born—she was the second twin. If only one of them was going to exist…

There was a series of uneven thuds as the giant got down on her knees to come after them. They should’ve stayed in the engine, where there were plenty of nooks to hide in and only a single giant that knew they were there, violent as he might be. He was stupid and at least sometimes dead. They could’ve taken a minute to at least put her arm back in place, so she didn’t have to worry about passing out every time she moved. They missed their chance to stick together.

“We don’t know that she’s gonna kill me. But she shouldn’t get to take you too,” Coop said.

The floor creaked as shadow overtook the low entrance to their hiding place, abruptly ending the argument. The human pressed her face against the floor so she could peer in at her cornered prey. Weakly, Coop shoved her sister away, but Rei stood her ground and cowered with her in the corner.

The giant’s hand slid forward, snaking into the cramped space. Coop stared in horror as it approached. She’d hardly ever felt so helpless. The shadow was big enough to snatch up the both of them at once, and it was still just the giant’s hand. The rest of her loomed out of sight beyond the cover of the chair.

Rei hissed and the giant froze. Her eye narrowed, then refocused on the relatively tiny scratch Rei had managed to inflict on her hand earlier. She pulled back a fraction of an inch and Coop could see her biting down on her lower lip.

Scared.

“Go away!” Rei yelled.

The giant swore at them. Coop closed her eyes. She couldn’t do anything but wait for the human to lash out and grab her—or just crush her. But no blow came. The floor creaked and the giant retreated.

“That…that’s what you do, right?" Rei said, in between gasps that could be either laughter or crying. "You just…scare stuff off and hope they don’t call your bluff?”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Coop said.

“That shouldn’t’ve worked, no,” Rei agreed. “Ghosts, oh, let’s get out of here before she comes back.”

Coop nodded and leaned back up against her sister. But she couldn’t bring herself to join in her sister’s relief. This whole thing was wrong. The man outside, and now this scared woman that none of the scouts had even noticed. It wouldn't be that easy to get away.

Sure enough, the giant came back not a minute later, certainly not long enough for Rei to find a good escape to run towards. The shadows deepened and the hand returned and this time the giant wasn’t deterred by simple shouting or hissing or desperate crying. The fingers battered against the two smallfolk.

Rei's hands slipped away just before the hand found its mark. She was gone before Coop could change her mind about wanting to be left alone with this thing. The leather-clad fist closed against Coop and her broken limbs so hard and so fast that she blacked out before she could see what the giant might do to her.

—

Miserable as she was, Kayla was still fairly certain she wasn’t ready to die. Surely, someone who wanted to die wouldn’t have sacrificed Tasha in order to save their own life. So she kept going, even with Nick’s corpse pounding on the walls.

He knew she was in here. It might be the only thing he knew, based on how he acted. There wasn’t enough of him left to think to target the door or the windows. His assault was uncoordinated and random and entirely determined to get to her. Most of the windows had been reinforced or boarded up entirely anyway. Kayla hoped that he’d give up and collapse back to the ground before he made his way in, so she could continue to waste away inside rather than out.

She grabbed a duffel bag that had been prepared in advance, full of the most essential supplies and darted for the cab. In a better world, one where she had an ounce of luck left, that bag would have the keys so she could just drive away. But no. This had been Nick’s camper and his corpse still had the keys.

So instead of making an escape and taking the fortress with her, she ducked down and tried to wait him out. If (or when) Nick got in, she’d run. It was a terrible plan. It didn’t even deserve to be called a plan. She had nowhere to go and no way to get there and she was pretty sure that if the zombie could get in the RV it would be able to get back out and right to chasing her and her fucked-up knee. But it was the best course of action she could think of, unless she wanted to just give up and die.

And now there was…something else to deal with. Two of them. She didn’t know what to make of the little creatures that had already found their way inside.

They looked like people, or something that had been people at one point. They were about the size of mice, with tails and creepy reddish eyes to match, and dressed in patchwork trash. The first one had moved in uneven lurches like the dead but had watched Kayla like it still had thoughts in its head.

The one had bit her.

She flung it away as quickly as she could. It landed at her feet and snarled before grabbing the other one to disappear beneath the passenger seat. Kayla rebalanced herself and took several seconds to try—and fail—to figure out just what was going on. Were they connected to the zombies? Or were they something else altogether and in need of help as just badly as she was?

She heard them whispering once she got close, so softly that it was no more understandable than leaves rustling in the breeze. No more understandable than a zombie’s mindless babbling.

Their eyes glowed from beneath the passenger seat when she knelt down to look. She reached out towards them and one of them hissed. Kayla recoiled. She was bleeding from the bite, she realized. The little freak had broken the skin. She swallowed, feeling suddenly starved of air. It would be unwise to grab at them with bare hands again.

How stupid was she, anyway? She should have already been wearing her gloves, for when she needed to run. There was no place for bare skin in a zombie apocalypse. If she died, she wanted it to be definite enough to be permanent, even if that meant it would be more painful.

She reached under the chair. Kayla wasn’t quick enough to catch both of the strange intruders, but one went limp as her hand closed around it. The other disappeared around the other side of the seat and she didn’t manage to see where it ran off to. She backed out of the cab before it could try attacking her again.

She flinched each time Nick hit the wall. If he managed to break even a small hole somewhere in the structure, he’d catch her smell and really work himself up into a full frenzy to get at her. But first, the little bite. She might as well use clean water to flush it while she had the chance. She just had to move quickly, so she could get back to cowering by the doors.

Still, Kayla got distracted looking at the creature in her hand. Up close, she was almost certain the little thing was a person. Probably female, though certainly not a human one. Even ignoring size, she had big, hairy ears and a long tail that hung limply off Kayla’s palm. The poor thing was half-curled up and unconscious, but gasped when poked at, so Kayla knew she wasn’t dead yet. She was hurt badly though, with her arm at a nauseating angle and one foot lying in a similar position. It was well beyond what Kayla knew how to treat, especially at such a delicate, tiny scale. Hopefully, that was the only reason she had been moving so erratically—pain, not death.

For now, Kayla grabbed a rag and set both it and the strange girl in an emptied protein bar box, then set about treating her own injury. She really hoped that the girl was only hurt, not infected, and that she could wake up and talk with her, maybe even tell her what was going on. But if not, Kayla could at least see if the creature stayed dead so she could gauge how worried she should be about the second one running free. Or maybe they weren’t as intelligent as they looked and the other would just chew on some wires and electrocute itself like some common rodent. That could solve a problem. Or start a fire, but that probably would still be better than undying. Not the solution Kayla wanted, but a solution nonetheless.

It might not matter anyway. The bite on her hand, however small, burned. She flushed it, cleaned it, but she had no way to tell if it was infected. She had no idea what she was looking at, save for a mysterious bite from a mysterious maybe-person. She couldn’t help but think that they would have missed something this small when they were looking for a bite on Markus. She bandaged it and took the girl back to the front of the RV. There was no sign of the biter, and Kayla was best to be ready to evacuate from the known danger than occupy herself too much with an unknown one. Her chest twisted with fear and uncertainty.

In the movies, people always got to know what was going on with the undead. There was a helpful vet or scientist or at least some regular broadcast that could break things down for the rest of the survivors. Kayla only knew what she had been forced to witness, and that wasn’t much at all, certainly not this.

The world as she knew it had ended, but it hadn’t stopped changing. If only it would change into something nicer for once.

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