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what abouttttt
zombie!steve and reader (at any point tho i feel like this would make sense after the college got attacked) are like scavenging in a pharmacy and steve wanting to make his girl laugh puts on the stupidest prescription glasses that he found near the front desk but then? reader comes over and hes like have you always had that mole? and he refuses to take them off even tho theyre far sighted which makes the trek back to camp slightly unsafe but he cant stop staring at readers face because hes never seen it so clear
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“I really need some chocolate,” you lament, pulling at his hand as you drift together down the aisle toward the snack section. “If they don’t have any, I’m going to kill myself.”
“You better kill me first.” Steve pulls you back. “Seriously. Have the decency.”
“Find me some candy and I won’t have to.”
“Find yourself some candy, loser. I need some painkillers. I’m sick of dealing with you.”
You push at his arm. He resists the urge to yank you in for a kiss, letting your hand drop to part ways at the top of the aisle. He makes for the back of the store where the in-store pharmacy signs hangs half off of the wall, green glass shattered like coarse sugar grains underfoot. Steve cringes, clearing a path to the desk with the side of his shoe.
“You okay?” you call from a few feet away, unseen but close enough to be heard clearly.
“Fine! Signs of candy?”
“No,” you say dejectedly. He nearly misses it.
Steve’ll find you some chocolate if it’s the last thing he does, but first, he needs painkillers. His knee aches like he’s been beaten, a funny burning string of pain lining the underside of his leg every other step. Ideally he’d like some codeine, but more realistically he wants advil. He doesn’t know where to start, never does, but if you come over he’ll pretend he understands what things go where.
He’s lucky. He bends down and finds a bottle of motrin on the floor, looking up to find a shelf teeming with it. “Yes,” he says, ecstatic. Things rarely ever go so obviously his way. “Fucking yes.”
He shoves as many bottles of tylenol in his various pockets as he can. Then he looks around for anything interesting. He’s sure there’s a ton of things you could benefit from. He’s been wondering about epi-pens and emergency precautions, because god forbid something happen to you he couldn’t correct. Love makes him worry. You’re worrisome, you’re so sad lately, he knows you’re a few days from another burnout. He can’t handle it —he’ll take care of you, but seeing you down for the count hurts every single time.
He leans heavily on the counter and lets himself think. Absent-minded, he reaches out to spin the intact rungs of a glasses stand, prescription lenses shining against the glare of the sun seeping in from the store’s caved metal roof. “Plus two,” he says to himself, “plus three, what?” He grabs an obscene pair and shoves it up his nose, blinking in surprise at the way his vision blurs.
He turns the display to the mirrored back and grins.
“Hey, loser? You okay?” he calls.
You don’t answer.
“Babe?” he says sharply.
“Oh, you’re talking to me?”
“That’s not funny.”
You appear at the end of the aisle with an arm full of chips, less blurry the closer you get. “Sorry. Don’t call me loser then. Oh, gosh, what are you wearing?”
“Gosh,” he mimics with a laugh. “I’ve no idea.”
His poor attempt at a southern accent makes you laugh too. “Nice glasses, Harrington. I didn’t know you needed them.” Steve crossed his arms in front of him. You drop the chips beside his sleeve and station yourself as he had, a mirror, your smile charmed as you push the glasses up his nose. “You look ridiculous. Here,” —you take a nicer pair from the rack and open the legs— “swap them.”
He would, but he’s looking at you, and he’s thinking, What?
You move your head away from him instinctively, but ultimately let him hold your face, his thumb on the hill of your chin, fingers curled over your cheek. He can see the little silver scars of a cruel hand around your mouth, and the cut on your cheek from a surprising wooden beam, but what he’s never noticed is the pigmentation under your mouth. The little wrinkles by your eyes. Hell, he’s never realised your eyelashes looked quite like that until now.
“Hey–” he starts, though you’re already ducking your chin. “Wait–”
“Stop, you’re staring.”
“Yeah, I’m staring. You always had that freckle?”
“Long as I can remember.”
“Wait,” he pleads, trying to grab your chin as you step away.
“I need chocolate, Steve, I’m not kidding. You can do whatever you want to me if you help me find some.”
“You will come to love that decision very soon.”
You giggle like crazy. Steve swaps the less attractive glasses for the ones you’ve recommended and follows you down the aisle to help you look for your sugar fix. He nearly trips over a split can of condensed milk, and you might act like you don’t like him, but you catch him by the arm and allow him to hold on.
He isn’t great at helping you look, but he finds a couple of bars of cooking chocolate in the baking essentials aisle and decides it’s good enough to head home with. You eat lines of it as you walk, your fingers pressed between Steve’s, a little dab of chocolate he wouldn’t have noticed otherwise in the corner of your lips.
“You sure you don’t want some?” you ask between bites.
He’s gonna watch you eat the whole thing. “No thanks. I’m saving room for Robin’s artichoke heart and refried bean combo.”
“Would you take those off?” Your cheek twitches as you smile. Your eyes glow with affection. “You can barely walk.”
“You don’t like them?”
“They really, really suit you, actually. I love them,” you say, to his secret delight.
“So what’s the problem?”
He trips over his own feet and has to grab your arm to stop from falling. “That’s the problem,” you say, in love enough to smile even when the world has gone to shit for you a thousand times. Your eyes follow down his nose to his lips.
Steve grins and ducks forward for a kiss. “Oh, sorry,” he says when the glasses bump your nose.
You laugh and touch under his chin to help him out. You taste like chocolate still as he kisses against the seam of your lips, a quick but blissfully deep kiss, a handful of seconds where Steve feels like you’re one in the same before he pulls away, just enough to see both of your eyes.
“What’re you looking at?” you ask.
“You have chocolate on your nose,” he lies. “Want me to get it?”
“Yes,” you say bashfully.
He kisses the tip of your nose, then the corner of your lip.
#steve zombie!au#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington scenario#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader
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FORBIDDEN FRUIT
PAIRING: Milo Manheim x Reader
SUMMARY: Small towns. Everyone knows everyone and everything about each other. How will you and Milo triumph the odds of your relationship?
WARNINGS: Rich Guy, not-so-rich new girl Small Town Forbidden Romance!!
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the picturesque town as you found yourself standing outside of your boyfriends house. The air was thick with anticipation and a tinge of nervousness, as you contemplated the forbidden romance that had taken hold of your heart.
Milo Manheim, the son of a prominent family in the town, and you, a newcomer to the area, were worlds apart. Your paths should never have crossed, but fate had different plans.
From the moment you laid eyes on each other, there was an undeniable connection, a magnetic pull that drew you closer despite the consequences.
You had heard the whispers, the murmurs of disapproval from the townspeople. They spoke of the divide between your backgrounds, the expectations placed upon Milo to conform to the expectations of his family and social status.
But none of that mattered in the secret moments shared between the two of you.
Behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, you reveled in the stolen moments of passion and intimacy. Each touch, each stolen kiss was electric, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a fire within you that couldn't be extinguished.
The world faded away when you were in each other's arms, the outside judgments and barriers forgotten for a brief, blissful moment.
But the weight of the forbidden nature of your relationship weighed heavily upon you both. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and longing, knowing that societal expectations threatened to tear you apart.
The fear of being discovered loomed over you, casting a shadow over the love you shared.
Yet, despite the challenges, you were both determined to fight for your love. The heart wants what it wants, and neither of you could deny the depth of emotion that bound you together.
You found solace in the secrecy, cherishing every stolen moment as if they were stolen pieces of eternity.
Late-night rendezvous became your refuge, the cover of darkness providing a veil of protection for your forbidden love.
Whispers of "I love you" mingled with the soft rustling of sheets, the intensity of your connection overpowering any doubts that lingered in the back of your minds.
But the world has a way of unraveling secrets, and eventually, the truth began to seep out. Gossips whispered, disapproving glances were cast your way, and the weight of societal expectations threatened to crush your love beneath its weight.
As the pressure mounted, Milo and you found yourselves faced with a difficult choice. The path ahead was unclear, fraught with heartache and sacrifice.
Would you defy the odds, stand strong against the judgments, and fight for your love? Or would you succumb to the pressure, allowing your love to become a bittersweet memory of what could have been?
No matter the outcome, the romance between you and Milo would forever be etched into your hearts. For in the depths of forbidden love, you had found a connection so profound, so unyielding, that it transcended the boundaries imposed by society.
And as you stood at the crossroads of your love, you knew that no matter the path you chose, the memories of your forbidden romance would forever burn brightly within you, reminding you of a love that dared to defy all odds.
A/N: Short but sweet! I don’t usually write this metaphorically but I was in the mood!! (I was also LOVING the word forbidden-).
#milo manheim#milo manheim x reader#milo manheim x y/n#x y/n#zed necrodopolis#zombies#disneys zombies#milo manheim x you#zeddison#doogie kamealoha m.d.#nico anderson x reader#milo#manheim#oneshot#forbidden lust#forbidden romance
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Hey! Since requests are open may I request Daryl x reader where they separate after the governor attacks the prison but they reunite in Alexandria, or Daryl finds readers dead body being eaten?? You can choose which one <33
If your comfortable with it I would prefer reader with she/her pronouns, thank you <3
Description: The reader and Daryl are separated after the attack on the prison and are reunited back at Alexandria.
Warnings: fluff, swearing
*I'm so sorry for how long it has taken me. I might also do the other option as well*
Requests are open!
Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view
Word Count: 883
The attack on the prison was brutal and heartbreaking, it had been a home and things had been going wrong for way too long. It was only bound that this was going to happen, groups were formed as they went separate ways in order to get away from the herds and the wreckage. Daryl had been separated with Beth, all the others had someone but Y/N. She was all by herself, it killed her and being alone did nothing good for her. She needs people and needs to have someone with her so she was hoping that she could find someone soon. Better yet, hoped that Daryl was alive and that they find each other again.
Y/N had a system, she walked throughout the day, barely any stops and sipped water all throughout her journey on foot, then would find a new body of water before it was dark and would hide in a car as the night went on. The first moment she saw another form of human life, she hide in the back, her gun firmly in her hand as she watched a man check the back of cars and then leave them. Not wanting to create a problem for herself, she stayed hidden and hoped that the man would look in the back of the car and even if he did that he was nice and would leave her alone.
Her heart jumped in her chest as the man ran into the car she was currently in, she placed a hand over her mouth as he closed the door hiding from a heard of walkers and holding something in his hands which appeared to be a number plate from a state that she couldn't make out. She placed the gun to his head, speaking quietly, not prepared to make any moves as she didn't want to kill anyone.
"Tell me your name, what you're doing and your morals, I'll put the gun down as soon as you tell me this and if I agree with your morals then we can both hide in here before they go. Okay?"
"My name is Aaron, It sounds really silly, I know but I'm collecting state number plates for my boyfriend, it's something that we do. You know, to pass the time and deal with this world. I won't hurt you, you look like you've been through a lot and I can take you to my community you can rest there, have some food and if you don't like it there you can leave." Y/n sat back, apologising to Aaron for holding a gun at him and agreed to go with him.
Y/n sat in a room, staring at the camera nervously as she answered the questions, it brought on emotions she didn't want to deal with. She was terrified of the fact that she did not have Daryl, that she didn't have her friends and begged that they were all okay and that she would see them again soon.
A couple of weeks passed, and Y/n had decided to stay for that time, going on runs in the hopes that she would see someone she knew and turned up empty-handed every time. Y/n had come out of her house after what had been a few days.
Aaron had been stopping by, giving her food, making sure she was still alive and still living amongst the others. The girl sat on the porch, reading a book, feeling happy and proud to touch something new, to read a book that she hadn't touched before and she felt at peace for a short while.
The girl glanced up, searching the area for a moment, freezing as she saw a familiar face. She threw the book to the side, stumbling as she raced over to the group, tripping over air and already had tears in her eyes.
"Daryl!" She shouted, panting as she ran as fast as she could to finish the distance between them both. Daryl stared at her, he couldn't believe that the girl running towards him was alive and she was safe. He dropped his crossbow to the ground, finishing the distance and picking her up in his arms. He whimpered lightly, Y/n cried in his arms and gripped at the iconic leather vest the man always wore.
Daryl slowly dropped to his knees, soaking into the ground with the girl in his arms and placed kisses on her forehead. Sobbing lightly as the girl was finally in his arms again and seemingly unharmed and in a place that seemed to be safe and with decent people.
"I was so scared, I thought you were gone." She whispered, smiling as he tightened his grip and held her off the ground.
"I've got you," Daryl whispered, feeling everything he has been feeling for the last little while come back to him and had a couple of tears well in his eyes as he held the girl in his arms. Daryl did not want to let her go, did not want to let her out of his sight. The girl he loved was alive, with him and he felt safer with her back with him.
#Twd#daryl#dixon#negan#the walking dead#walkers#zombies#daryl dixon fluff#daryl dixon#daryl twd#daryl dixon imagine#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon the walking dead#daryl dixon fic#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixon x oc#daryl dixon x plus size reader#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon oneshot#fluff#angst#daryl the walking dead#rick grimes#Judith#maggie#glenn rhee#the whisperers#twd#carl grimes
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Hiii! I have an idea in my mind, but you don't have to write about it!!!
Maybe Otis brings home a person he liked (not a victim, they met somewhere else) and waiting for them to realise about his deeds and THEN he can kill them because of their reaction. But the person is like "Oh, cool" and continues talking to Firefly family carelessly. What would be his reaction?
ooh this one got me thinking 💭
i reckon otis would be stunned, and have a blank expression on his face as he thinks why this person isn’t scared senseless. ‘what? how they ain’t scared?’
but if otis is interested in u he would probably have a smirk on his face and probably keep u around (ur also now baby’s best friend, good job!), but if not he’ll most likely kill u out of spite.
the two of u probably met in either a bar (this man is a heavy drinker), captain spaulding’s gas station or at red hot pussy liquor (he’s incredibly sleazy what can i say).
one shot 💗
“okay, enough!” you announced as you put the shot glass down, gasping from the taste of the strong vodka. the man beside you, who introduced himself as otis just laughed and took a swig straight from the bottle (much to the bartenders protests).
“what’s wrong honey, i thought you could handle this, hm?” he teased, chuckling at your annoyed expression. “not more than 8 fuckin’ shots!” you snap, in disbelief as he looked at you, amused.
“how about you come home with me, i ain’t so drunk i can’t give you a ride liar and my mama can fix ya somethin’ real nice. least i can do, especially after you paying.” you rolled your eyes at his offer, but a small smile on your face was present.
“fine, you’re right. least you can do after giving me damn alcohol poisoning,” you say, to which otis laughs and says that you’re being dramatic.
after 20 minutes otis pulls up into what looked like an abandoned farm house. if you didn’t know you’d think the house was derelict. the door happened to be unlocked, to which otis let out a grumble and pushed it open, the two of you stepping inside.
the house was a mess, to say the least. you stepped over the empty glass bottle and year-old newspapers and sat on the couch, smoothing over your pants. otis said that he’ll be back in a second, and for you to just “hang tight cutie pie”, smiling as you laughed.
after what seemed like a few minutes two women came down the stairs. a younger one, about your age, and an older one who looked about 55. they both sat down next to you and introduced themselves as “mama firefly but just call me mama” and “baby”.
you were chatting with baby about movies while mama was making you a “special meal”, when otis pulled you aside, a devilish grin on his face.
“well, i figured now would be a good time to tell you…” he started, purposely being slow to create tension (to be an asshole)
“yeah? what did you need?” you reply, looking back at baby who waved to you, and you waved back. otis sighed, that grin still present.
“i tell this to everyone that comes here, and well, none of ‘em have made it out…” you were confused, why was this man talking in riddles? “i’m gonna kill you.” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath on the nape of your neck.
“shit, really?” you ask, no emotion in your voice. he nods, waiting for your reaction. “okay, just make it quick then.” you shrugged and walked back to the couch with baby, chatting again as if nothing happened.
otis however, was dumbfounded. he just said he would kill you, and you didn’t care? how? he was so confused, he can’t even think straight. hell, he can’t even think at all. the smirk slowly returned to his face as he thought of his next move.
‘maybe we could have a future together…’
hi hi, this was so much fun to write! in my eyes, this is so in character and i can totally imagine something like this happening in one of the movies. please never shy away from requests, i’m happy to do anything (that is SFW ofc). have a good day and i hope you enjoyed!
#otis driftwood x reader#otis driftwood#ho1c#house of 1000 corpses#the devils rejects#devils rejects#slasher#slasher x y/n#slasher x you#slasher x reader#rob zombie#fanfiction#oneshot#headcannons#requested
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PLAYING DANGEROUS (Rick Grimes x fem!reader)
note: Y/n is a hyperfeminine girl in a zombie apocalypse who’s fallen in love with this charming man Rick Grimes. PS. this is my first post&smut! i hope you like it
warning: smut, 18+, minors DNI!, pet names, alexandria!rick grimes.
+ yes i do accept requests!!<3
¡ DO NOT repost, copy, translate my projects !
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You were on your bed staring at the roof with your hand on your stomach until you heard footsteps coming towards you, Rick steps out of the bathroom with his cop suit that Deanna gave him.
That was a fast turn on for you, since you’ve never seen him like this before, he walks toward you and stops at the edge of the bed, you get closer and sit in front of him, Rick was still standing looking at you from above loving the way you were down there looking at him with those beautiful doe eyes.
He puts a hand in your chin to hold eye contact “you look so good in that suit officer” you said and it felt like a whisper, he smirks moving the hair that was on your face.
“Officer?” he asks tilting a little bit his head and you nod, he makes a sign to open your mouth and slowly puts his thumb in it moving it, ‘till you gag a little bit, he smirks, “you’re so sensible, i love it” he then removed his thumb and focuses to your neck moving his hand right there and slowly putting you down and going on top of you kissing your neck and bringing his hands on your hips.
You close your eyes as he starts to kiss every inch of your soft skin, you moan making him chuckle going back up and removing his jacket as you’re watching while biting your soft lips.
He then focuses on you again, but now he starts kissing your lips, every second that kiss becomes more passionate; Rick pulls away and moves to your ear “darling…i’ve got to go, Deanna is waiting for me” he whispers…breathless, as the both of them know that he didn’t want to, but you wrap your legs around him “you can’t leave now” you whisper giving him puppy eyes, since you were in a dress it was easier for him as he starts rubbing your clit making you moan louder “fuck…” he smiles and goes down as you had him between your legs as he takes off your panties and adds two fingers inside of you.
Your eyes closed and head tilted backward as your walls squeezed his fingers. Signs of an impending orgasm emerged, the swell of bliss making its way up your core.
Your expression quickly changed to one of disappointment when Rick's fingers left your hole, the sense of emptiness outweighing any pleasure “wha…” without letting you finish your sentence he starts to suck your clit making your back arch as you started crying and moaning his name putting your hand though his hair going in rhythm with his movements.
As you came he goes up and kisses you making you taste a little bit of yourself then he gently puts back your panties on again.
You get up and adjust the jacket that he rapidly put on, you look up and smile kissing his lips “I hope Deanna is patient, you’re making her wait for so long already” you say giggling as he rolls his eyes and give you a last forehead kiss before leading his way to the door as you watch him leave.
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#smut#rick grimes#rick grimes smut#andrew lincoln#the walking dead#actors#celebrities#oneshot#smuts#zombie#light feminine#coquette#lana del rey#playing dangerous#SoundCloud#rick grimes x y/n#rick grimes fluff#fanfiction#rick grimes fanfiction#twd#twd fanfiction#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x fem!reader#hyperfeminine reader
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don’t go — yang jungwon. classmates to lovers. zombie apocalypse au. fluff and angst.
synopsis. you never would’ve expected meeting your class president under these circumstances, but here you are, in a barricaded classroom with your hand in his. when night falls and the undead sound a little quieter, jungwon makes it his responsibility to check for any possible routes of escape, but it’s a little hard when you’re begging him not to go (1.7k words)
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“I’m scared.”
The sound of heavy footsteps is all you hear, echoing around your school hallways in senseless direction and stretching all the way towards the staircase. At least, it’s all you hear from where you’re hidden with Jungwon, just a few meters from the things that roam the halls.
“Jungwon, I’m so scared.”
Your temporary sanctuary is in a locked classroom, windows and doors barricaded to keep a barrier between the pair of you and the undead. It’s dusty, and your only notable memory of the place is crying while having to push at the bodies of the people who used to be your classmates, the ones you had to kill if you wanted to survive.
They weren’t who they used to be, is what you repeat in your head over and over as you try to justify your actions. And yet, flashes of memory still sneak their way in. You refuse to acknowledge them, afraid of getting killed if you let yourself get distracted by who they were before they turned.
Everything had happened in a flash, you don’t even remember much. It passes you like a blur - the screams, finding the warmth of a hand, running away until you couldn’t catch your breath anymore, and shoving yourselves into any room you found that was unoccupied. Now, it’s almost a day later and you’re left wondering what your plan of action was supposed to be.
You lean against Jungwon, desperately trying to reassure yourself that you still had someone. Not that you and the class president were necessarily close before this had happened. You’ve only shared brief interactions in class, or when you were tasked to bring papers into the Council office with him, or even short greetings in the hallways. Nothing more than simple hello’s and small waves.
Now, you’re clinging onto him with the prospect of never letting him go.
“Are you okay?” He’s asked you this several times within the day, and all you can really do is nod. You don’t really know the answer yourself, but given the circumstances, being alive was more than enough to consider that you were okay.
Jungwon has his head leaned against yours and he’s holding onto your hand just as tight as he did when he was pulling you down the hallways, seeking for safety. You reason that he was just like you - he needed something indicative of being constant.
Did he witness losing a friend just like you did? Did he feel just as guilty as you when you had to kill the people you used to spend every day with?
“You know, if we’re the last people we’ll ever see, you might as well call me Wonie. All my close friends used to call me Wonie…” The latter comes out in a pained whisper as if he was tired of remembering that his friends were gone.
“Don’t say that, Jungwon.”
“Wonie.”
You sigh, pulling your head away to take a good look at the boy seated beside you. His appearance looked dusty, blood sprawled across his uniform, and he had a small cut on his cheek. Albeit, hidden in specs of concrete and ash. “We’ll make it out of here, Wonie.”
He smiles at the mention of his nickname.
“I can’t believe we’re meeting each other under these circumstances.” His voice is barely above a whisper, and you feel him playing with your hand - intertwining your fingers together before untangling them and intertwining them again.
You laugh humourlessly at the intimacy of the action. If the circumstances were anything but, you’d probably be blushing and stuttering over your own words at the feel of his hand in yours. But you knew, behind your miserable attempts of keeping things lighthearted, you two were just as distraught as the other.
You hadn’t heard or seen anyone else that was alive on this floor and the events were just starting to dawn on the both of you again.
Your unsuccessful attempt at escaping earlier was one of the scariest experiences of your life, a close second to the outbreak almost a day ago, and the look of horror on Jungwon’s face when he almost lost you was something you never wanted to see again. His strained voice yelling at you to run when he was finally able to pry the zombie that had previously been atop of you echos in your head over and over.
When the room falls silent, you risk another glance at Jungwon. He looks nothing but pained and confused, eyes stern and lips pressed together in a straight line. It hurt seeing him like this, but you knew better than to disturb him when you knew he was thinking of how to get you two out of there.
“Does it sound quieter to you?” You sit up a little straighter, trying to hear more from the hallways outside. He was right, the sound of heavy footsteps you had heard earlier was now reduced to lighter footsteps - you think, maybe they were moving elsewhere.
“Yeah… is it time?” It stings when he meets your eyes. Jungwon can see the fear flash in them when you realize that it might be time to attempt to escape again. He breaks eye contact with you as soon as he meets your eyes, staring straight ahead of the empty classroom instead.
“I’ll go alone.”
His words prompt you to pull your hand away from his. “What?”
“I’ll go alone. I’ll try to inspect the floor, see if anyone else is still alive, and see where we could possibly escape from, and I’ll come back to you.”
“Jungwon, you’re not going alone.”
“I’ve made my decision, and I’m going alone. Look, I’m not coming close to losing you again. You’re all I have left.” He sucks his cheeks, and you can hear the slight tremble in his voice. He’s very clearly fighting back a few tears from falling. “I– I almost lost you a few hours ago.”
“Wonie, you aren’t going to lose me.” Your voice breaks as you pull him into your arms. He sucks in a deep breath, clinging onto your blouse and leaving prints of blood where he had your uniform bunched up in his fists. “Stop it. I’m coming with you.” You feel your own body start to shake, and you don’t know where to put your hands, and your eyes are stinging a little bit from the dust and tears building up.
“No, you’re not.”
“Jungwon, please.” You try to say, but all that leaves your mouth is a hideous sob. He pulls away from your embrace, half-heartedly laughing as he wipes his tears away before moving to wipe yours. “Don’t go. This isn't fair.” You hope the pained expression on your face is enough to make him stay.
Your face breaks further when you realize that he isn’t listening to you, and Jungwon can hear his own heart shatter into pieces. “What if I’m the one who loses you?” You no longer try to fight back the tears that gather at your eyes, and everything seems a little blurry to you.
Jungwon shakes his head, shushing you quietly as he holds your face gently in his hands, continuing to wipe at the tears falling down your cheeks.
“I have to do this. I promise I’ll be back.” He tries to put on a smile to at least comfort you for a few minutes. “No, no. Don’t, please just let me come with you. I can’t have you going out there alone. Please, Jungwon. I— If you don’t want me to go, then just stay with me. Please stay here, for me.”
He falters, hearing your voice crack and feeling your harsh grip around his wrists.
“Hey, hey, _______. Stop crying, I’ll come back. Stop crying, please.” You shake your head at him, and he’s pressing his lips against your cheeks in an attempt to calm you down. “I have to go. Come on, give me a smile. I don’t like seeing you cry.”
“I can’t, Jungwon.” You sniffle.
“Come on, just a small smile so I know you’re okay.” You blink up at him through your tears, hands still clinging desperately around his. You can see the tear stains from his own cheeks and the redness tainting his nose (you don’t have to look at the mirror to know you probably look the same).
“Well, what if I’m not okay with you leaving? Just let me come with you, or stay here with me. Please, let’s do it together.” You’re stuttering over your own words and Jungwon moves to hold your face back in his hands, looking deeply into your eyes.
“I’ll be back.” He repeats.
You break into another sob and Jungwon pulls you in for a short embrace, planting a kiss on top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it back. You can count on me.” He speaks a little louder, more sternly but his actions contradict that of his tone as he caresses your face gently, rocking both of your bodies back and forth.
“You better come back.” You sniff, wiping at your nose and inhaling a deep breath.
“I will, hey, look at me?” He wills you to look at him, tilting his head to try and catch your eye. You feel the same sharp sting when you hold his gaze. “I promise I’ll come back for you.”
You nod your head, and he places one last firm kiss on your forehead before he pulls away and gathers the things he needs to search for help and if he’s lucky, any more survivors.
“Stay right here, okay?” You gulp, but you nod at his words again. “Let me hear your pretty voice.”
“I don’t know what to say.” You find a hint of a smile form on Jungwon’s lips when you speak to him again. Knowing you’ve stopped crying, he feels it’s ready to go, so he moves to set aside the things in the barricade.
He feels a set of arms wrap around him from behind and he feels himself stop breathing. Jungwon vows to himself to make it back to you no matter what.
When he turns around one last time to look at you, you make an effort to force a smile on your face. If this was the last time he’ll ever see you again, you want the last thing he’ll remember to be a smile and what you hope to be genuine concern in your eyes.
Tonight, you say goodbye to Jungwon - and hope to say ‘hello’ to him again in a few hours.
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heyyy !!! can i get multiple recs for bucky x reader but it's set during an apocalypse :P
Apocalypse AU
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Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd
It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Long Enough by @urvenicebtch
living in a tent with him was risky from the start, but you never expected tonight to be the night.
Time (D)rift by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own.
It’s A Cruel World by @revengingbarnes
In the destroyed post apocalyptic world, the reader saves a group from getting eaten alive by the undead. In turn, they offer her to join them. She would have said no, but the blue, trusting eyes of a certain brunette were too hard to resist.
Imagine by @vanderlustwords
reader gets bit and they either must find a cure quickly or accept what they have to do.
#bucky barnes fic rec#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes smut#winter soldier x reader#bucky barnes series#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes apocalypse au#bucky barnes zombie au#dark!bucky#soft dark!bucky#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x agent!reader
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𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑬 & 𝑫𝑰𝑬 // 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹
spooktober week 1 - zombie apocalypse au, featuring shanks
tw: bl00d, zombies, gun
summary: stuck in an abandoned mansion alone with zombies lurking in every corner, you come across a familiar face
a/n: spooktober event day 1! i wanted to start off with something lighter, or what i personally think is lighter. idk why i chose shanks, but hes one of those apocalypse dilfs (im definitely not a joel miller, rick grimes, chris redfield, daryl dixon, negan smith fangirl)
tags: my fellow shanks girlie @stargirldelight and the whole shanks fandom
wc: 1k
𝐆unshots echoed in the abandoned mansion's third floor, along with the sound of boots on the cracked, wooden flooring. How did you even get here? It's been a solid six months since the virus began to spread, turning majority of the population into mindless, flesh-devouring zombies. One wrong move, one single misstep and you're a goner. You didn't survive all these weeks alone, you, yourself and your gun just to get infected here.
After days of just eating canned corn and an almost moldy bread, you finally managed to find a huge mansion in the woods. The garden was unkept, the withered plants signaling that the owners were likely infected some time ago. This seemed like the perfect place to loot, given its size and that the place was isolated deep in the forest.
Well, it wasn't. Because here you are now, running for your life after you ran out of the small amount of ammo you had preserved for so long. Panic takes over you as you do everything to get away from these creatures, sprinting in hopes of finding your way out. You reach the end of the hallway, and now you're facing a dark, wooden door in front of you. You hesitate for a moment, thinking twice if you really should open it or not, afraid that even worse horror await you on the other side. Seeing no better option, your hands grasp the handle, and you run trough it.
You find yourself on a stretched balcony, a good twenty metres above the ground, with your only way to run is back trough the door. But that wasn't possible now, with the zombies catching up to you, clawing at the door, ready to break trough it at any moment. You lost your pocket knife a few days ago, and you ran out of ammo back at the hallway, meaning you were now unarmed. But you needed to make an escape anyway, so you had to make a plan.
You look down from the balcony, but quickly come to the realisation that you were way too high up to jump, given that it was the third floor. If you jump down from here, you would likely break all your bones, and then you won't even be able to get away from the zombies. Maybe, just maybe, if it was from the second floor...
The sound of the three zombies on the other side of the closed door gets louder, and suddenly you hear as the door slams open, the creatures immediately noticing you. You gulp, legs shaking as you try to come up with a way to get past them. You turn around, grabbing a rusty nail from the floor, then quickly impale one of them in the head with it. The injured zombie falls to the ground, his blood splattering all over the balcony's marble flooring, slowly reaching your boots.
But now you ran out of the only weapon you managed to find, and there were still two of these creatures left. You try to back down, taking slow steps backwards. You could only hope that the rickety roof falls on them.
Just then, you hear the sound of metal slicing trough flesh, and a few moments later the zombies lay there, cut in half. You stare in shock, then up at the person who just saved your life.
"Thank y..." you start, but then notice who you are talking to. "Shanks?!" You say with a shaky voice.
You freeze at the sight of your old friend, of the same guy who was presumed dead a week after the apocalypse broke out. Of course, you knew he was stronger than that, but you couldn't find him anywhere after these news aired, making you believe that it was true. But there was no way this wasn't him, the hair, the scar, the weapon, everything matched.
"Don't stare too long sweetheart, or I might just assume you-" he doesn't finish what he wanted to say, as he feels your arms wrapping around him, embracing the man in a tight hug. He's stunned for a few seconds, but a soft smile makes its way onto his face, and he hugs you back. Well, as much as he could...
"Is this really you?" You quietly ask, your mind still trying to process the events.
"Who else would hug you like this?" He chuckles, and you two pull away. That's when you notice.
"Shanks, your arm... what happened?"
He looks down where his left hand is supposed to be, then answers.
"I got bitten there, so to stop the infection before its too late, i cut my arm off. Crazy, right?"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't you who bit me. But-" a mischevious smile takes over him, but before he can say more, you cut in.
"No, stop it. You never change, do you?" You lean on the balcony's railing, admiring as the setting sun paints the sky an orangeish hue. Shanks slowly approaches you, and mirrors your position.
"Nope, looks like not even an apocalypse can change me. But you like me this way, I know." He sighs, still smiling.
The two of you stare at the sunset for a few minutes, a comfortable silence between you.
"I found a wine cellar. And you know me, I can't just let such a good drink go to waste! Here, I took this. Want some?" He pulls out a wine bottle from under his cape, and offers it to you. You think about it for a few moments, while he opens the bottle and chugs down almost half of it.
"Here you go. I'd prefer a whiskey, but oh well." He hold out the bottle, and take a few sips.
"Thanks."
created by v1nsmokes, 2023
i do not own shanks, he belongs to eiichiro oda
please do not steal, translate or publish without giving credit!
#one piece#v1nsmoke#shanks#red haired shanks#shanks x reader#fanfic#oneshot#halloween#spooktober#october#zombie apocalypse#zombie#zombie apocalypse au
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THE LIFE-SEEKER OF DEATH'S WARMTH
|| feat. yandere zombie x gn grim reaper reader
°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (manipulative, obsessive tendencies, self-harm towards the end), light sexual innuendo/jokes, human meat cannibalism but also not..? reader is referred as you
a/n: trying another new post format, i sure hope it doesn't throw anyone off!
Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.
It seems like your routine of sleeping on the metal operating table would have to change eventually, or you shouldn't even need to strip off from your outer skin anymore that often. How could it not? When the man currently occupying on that table is more of a good-looking catch with the low temperature of that freshly captured fish. You begin to understand, maybe this is the proof from that commonly said 'there are plenty more fish in the sea' idiom. Because, after grueling hours of a search mission for ways on cooling you down from where your hot place nearest to hell you're staying in, you finally find the solution.
The seemingly pristine dead guy who feels very much still alive and doesn't rot—must be the answer, he could be your sleeping partner—no, even better, your cool hug pillow! When you lean closer to inspect him with scrutiny, there's a vivid fragrant scent of perfume wafting off from him; citrus and a flower you can't recognize? Though, the latter is sharp and reminds you of the usual nobility would wear. He's cold to the touch, leaning to a muscular build yet not that rigid... That's what you can conclude after having poked, fondled, then hugged his muscles and torso.
Wait.
You can feel yourself getting grabbed too and pulled closer into a tight embrace where your shoulder is now chomped. He just took a big chunk of your shoulder.
So you lend him your helping hand, and your whole arm, and maybe half of your body since you're feeling generous. You need to change your flesh suit to another pair of body again in the end...—
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“Well, do pardon my brass and crust, but I meant no harm to you personally, that—I can assure you—is my deepest sincerity. Though the fact is undeniable that you tasted remarkable and I didn't feel disgusted biting into your skin, and so, thank you for the meal; the first delicious one in a long time.”
That's what he responded—this zombie who introduced himself as Chadley, adorned by a dazzling smile—how can his teeth stay sparkling white after all of that gruesome eating anyway? You merely shrug most of his words as you would only ask him to return his thanks in another manner for your personal interest.
“Oh, and could I be granted of the permission to guess what does that entail? Hm, perhaps,...” He gestures, a wave and roll of his hands to what kind of situation is he in right now; with how he's sitting on your bed with the sheets covering half his legs, “do you prefer me getting all cozied up and pampered before you have a bite of me? Really, you don't need to go that far for this little ol' me, I would still remain the same taste after everything. Even when I have lived between the rich and lavish, I still taste like the same rotten garbage fresh out of sewers.”
You sigh, no, that's way off the mark and you're sure he doesn't refer to eating as in sex matters. “I want you to be my pillow, to hug with and to cool me down when I sleep. Though, you can just thank me for that.. meal in another way if you're not fine-”
“Nah, I'm up for it, give me that job offer.” Too eager of an reaction, he grins soon, patting the empty area beside him on your bed. “We could start from today, right now.”
Since you suspect him of having some other ulterior motives, you set the boundaries and rules to start off from the reason for that favor and fair deal; because you wouldn't want to often sleep naked in your skeleton simply. Thus he will be needed for the purpose of being your cool pillow only for cuddling or hugging and even limited to his arm is fine, touching more intimately further than that is off the table, he can make himself at home properly in your residence here whenever he's comfortable to except breaking any stuffs and the likes.
Lastly, he's not allowed to eat you in any way possible without permission.
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A package of deal too good to be true, a promise sworn is made.
He even thought all the bare minimum treatment he receives as a living thing come too easily and fast for his liking as he tries to seep into the flow of things that you bring about in his daily life. If not for his unending appetite, he would've forgotten about being a disgusting low-rank zombie.
When Chadley have long gone used to the betrayal from the apocalypse back then in his past, molding through sharp and cunning ways to survive, getting any kind of cold shoulder, scorn and detest of most from the population even including his own race group—any of it don't prepare him for what he have to accept so openly; letting the warmth and peaceful normalcy wash over his repulsive existence, everything leaves him greedy wanting more he could only get whiplash adapting into it.
That's why he's rarely ever in your home, always roaming out and about after he leave you with some food he prepares most of the time; luckily for you, not much human meat.
It's not like you're a bad entity.
Not the slightest.
“I was about to think you brought that hot stuff to do them... In here.” you speak up with a shrug from the stairs as you descend into the aquarium basement special for his 'food' intake, approaching him closer where he stands above a ripped up someone around the corner of the room before you continue talking.
“I don't mind it even if you were going to have another purpose with them, but not here, you can do that somewhere else. I'm gonna ask though, is there any problem with the food I keep? I don't know how much different it is for you to eat one and another but if you have some specific taste you like, tell me which one close to it. It's the only reason why I bothered to give them a label you know. Just tell me what's lacking from the deal of my side, I'll also tell you.. that your food, those that you cook are a bit too salty and sweet on some unfitting parts so there's that.”
Things have been going too well so much that it feels off-putting for him to even take a liking to you. But, at this point, he has begin to seek whatever kind chance blessed upon him.
After a period of silence, Chadley chuckles and finally looks up to you as he joins his hands in a pleading look with a grin, leaning down closer to you. “I'll strive to do better, but can I have a bite or taste just a bit out of you? Pretty please?”
“No.”
“Ah, a shame. Better luck next time then huh? Maybe if I can impress you with my cooking...”
“You're not obliged to do that, though, I'm just saying what I wanted to say, like you don't even need to cook for me, that's what I meant.” A pause slips in while your tone quieten down, smiling faintly to him. “..I have to admit it's nice having someone to cook for me.”
Perhaps it's due to how you're of higher rank than him for you to regard him never with any loathing. But beyond that... He feels accepted, as if it's okay for him to stay as his nature, being able to have the right in living by another living being.
“You think you're my mom or something? And what with the.. lovely apron earlier...” you comment as you finish off another meal prepared by him.
Chadley guffaws. “I know in terms of loveliness, you're unmatched, but I would prefer the term househusband. Isn't it popular nowadays? But, more importantly, is the dinner more to your liking now?”
You merely hum, acknowledging his efforts and giving him points. Before you realize it, you have stopped acting as if you're some kind of a mastherchef judge and always dig in to his cooking without any reservation as a routine is formed from getting used to enjoy it every day. Along that routine somewhere, a some sort of civilized appreciation ritual is mixed in; him cutting up and cooking for his main food added whenever possible complemented with the proper eating etiquette.
Unlike when he would straight up feed into them raw, days ago. The reason being; “The least I could do.” without further explanation.
Of course, it's the least he could do for you, he couldn't be concerned about any of those whom he eat. If he could the very least gain your favor and respect... In your eyes, has he proven to be a better man?
He's certain for one thing, at least.
No one...
The increasing pile of disappearances—your acquaintance and coworkers moreover—has never been bothered you much up until now.
is better suited
Why can't you track or feel your friends' soul?
than him
Since when did your neighbors got infected and became a man-eating undead being?
for you.
You're bound to find out about it despite getting caught up in your job and all kind of business to clean up the mess left, caused by certain someone, who doesn't look even bit guilty when you confront him. Chadley doesn't flinch or panic, grasping your palms just firmly. “You know I've always liked you, right? So I was only doing you a favor, many of them, but of course you don't need to return them.” The uttered words, though doesn't mean anything that deeply, his widening gaze and smile says otherwise of the feelings lurking within as his hands slowly creep up to grab your arms. “Just trust me, it's only normal to do from someone like me who cares about you and all, isn't it? So you don't need to take it too seriously, right?” Being drawn closer, his hands reach up to your shoulder and then, neck... Under your awareness of your pulse beating beneath his tight grip.
“I'm doing a good job to take care every part of you, so you should fit me to a tee.”
In spite of everything, still, it doesn't matter. After you handcuffed his wrists together while he's trapped in a specialized cage, you intend to leave and fix up your problems earlier, but his voice calling out your name halts you.
“Ahh, it's useless you know? This punishment of yours.. do you like me then? I might as well think of it as some kinky roleplay. I would still do those things all over again, though I regret for having to be separated from you like this.”
Shaking your head in disapproval, you turn around before you hear a clanging sound and... Something being sunken into, ripped apart, cracking—
When you face him again, he's has bitten and devoured half his arm through. His look are still directed to you, a challenging glint reflected on his smiling eyes.
As expected, it suits him the best to go far beyond his nature after all.
#yandere x reader#male yandere x reader#male yandere x you#yandere male x reader#male yandere oc x reader#yandere oneshot#yandere x you#yandere fanfiction#yandere zombie
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Discoveries at the Dance
Based on this request: "It was the night of the Prawn, Y/n & Addison were there but depressed as Zed & Wyatt can’t make it. Addison noticed that their dates had arrived they went to Zed & Wyatt. An earthquake happened so everyone followed it and found the moonstone. Y/n’s necklace (the moonstone one Wyatt gave her) started to glow, Addison suggested to put it on the moonstone & when she did she transformed into a Werewolf"
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It is the night of the school dance, and what should be one of the happiest evenings in your memory thus far is instead being spent trying to hold back tears. You’re only mostly successful. Across the room, your best friend Addison is experiencing similar levels of joy. Both of you have been looking forward to this night for about as long as you’ve been alive, but here you are– two girls, absolutely miserable. Clearly high school isn’t the place for high expectations, but you had rather hoped to at least enjoy yourself a little bit.
As if running through similar thoughts in her own joyless head, Addison gives a weak little laugh. “Well, don’t we look like we’re having a good time? We might as well get ourselves together, this night can’t get any worse.”
“Are you sure about that?” You ask balefully. “I’m pretty sure we can keep digging. Rock bottom isn’t real to me yet.”
Addison snorts in spite of herself. “Oh, come on. We’ve both been dreaming about going to the Prawn since we were kids and first heard about it. We have our perfect outfits and everything. Surely we can at least have a little bit of fun tonight, right?”
You look at her doubtfully. “We could, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re missing something even more important than a dream outfit. You know, maybe that our dates are all physically barred from entering?”
Addison grimaces. “I was trying to avoid thinking about that, but yeah, that does make for a bit of a downer.”
You laugh bitterly. “At least we look good. We have to show up eventually, right? Let’s swallow our pride and just be there. We can’t push this off any longer.”
“Are you sure about that?” Addison asks, looking wistfully at a framed photo of her and Zed on her desk.
“Positive,” you say grimly, “Now let’s go. The Prawn waits for no man. Nor monster, apparently.”
That’s the problem with the dance, after all. Everything about it is perfect– the decorations, the lights, the excited laughter of students billowing out from the propped open doors. The only thing you’re missing is the fact that the boy you love is not allowed to step foot on the premises due to the fact that he’s not entirely human.
See, you knew there would be problems when you first started falling for Wyatt Lykensen. Of course there would be problems. After all, look what happened when Addison started dating Zed. Despite the fact that she was a star cheerleader and he was single-handedly turning Seabrook football around, everyone in town had opinions on it, and most all of them were bad. Factor in the fact that at least zombies weren’t unfamiliar to the people of Seabrook due to the fact that they’d been present for years, and it’s obvious that the Zed situation was the best case scenario in a sea of really bad alternatives.
Wyatt, on the other hand? Wyatt, who’s one of the werewolves, who will never know a reception into this town with open arms? He has none of Zed’s stellar reputation in the high school, which means that his entrance into the ranks of Seabrook students would only be received even worse. The werewolves may, admittedly, have not had the purest of intentions when they first showed up, but they want to be here now. Wyatt has convinced you of that a thousand times over.
You’re not the one who needs convincing, though. All of Zed’s hard work championing the cause of monster equality, everything the werewolves have done to try to make a place for themselves in the town, and it’s all come to nothing. The Prawn is humans only, something that you and Addison are deeply infuriated over tonight. There’s nothing you can do now, though– you already tried your hardest to avert this crisis and it still happened.
So, as much as you would love to be able to have your moment with your boyfriend, it’s not going to be happening tonight. You, Addison, and Bree are going in a group of friends out of solidarity for all that you’ll be missing. Addison is wishing Zed was there right now, you know for a fact that Bree wants Bonzo there to dance with her, and you’re looking out of every window in the hopes that you’ll somehow see Wyatt showing up to be there for you.
Needless to say, none of you are all that pleased with the way the school dance is turning out. Still, you’re going to show up out of responsibility. The three of you arrive at Seabrook High with low expectations, and even the twinkling lights and dashing pastel decorations can’t win you over. The dance could be taking place in the most detailed mansion and you’d still be thinking about the one person you want there more than anything.
The music is good, though, and you’re almost able to distract yourself from thoughts of wishing your boyfriend was there by dancing with Addison and Bree. All of a sudden, Addison taps your shoulder, her entire face rewritten with shock.
“Am I dreaming, or does the Prawn suddenly have a few new arrivals?”
You follow her line of sight to see a group of people racing towards the doors to the school. Your heart leaps when you realize that it’s a group of monsters, Wyatt at the front. They’re all dressed to the nines, and stroll right past the chaperones trying to keep them out like the angry yells were nothing more than flies. It might be the most wonderful sight of your entire life.
You run up to him, unable to stop yourself from spending a single second not by his side now that you have him for real.
“You came!” You say, delight spiraling through the syllables.
“Of course I did,” Wyatt replies, “did you really think I could ever leave my girl without a date?”
You laugh. “Not if you had a say in it. Although, not that I’m sad to see you, but I swear you didn’t have any say in this at all.”
Wyatt gives an easy shrug. “I’d like to see them stand in my way. Change doesn’t happen through silent compliance, you know. Sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe is right, and I know this is right.”
You beam at him. “I’m just glad that you’re here.”
Wyatt smiles back at you. “I’m glad to be here too. Trust me.”
He pauses a moment, then taps the necklace hanging in the hollow of your throat. “Although I am glad to see that you wore that even without knowing I’d be there.”
You follow his line of sight and understand what he means. Wyatt gave you a moonstone necklace identical to his about a week ago. You’ve treasured it ever since. When you found out that Wyatt wouldn’t be able to come to the school dance, it only made sense to bring some part of him there in his stead. In your opinion, the moonstone necklace did perfectly. It’s good to know that Wyatt agrees.
“I just wanted to feel like I wouldn’t be alone here,” you whisper.
Wyatt takes your hand. “Of course you’re not alone.”
He starts to guide you towards the groups of dancers in the center of the room, but the two of you have only begun moving when he stumbles. Wyatt is excellent at keeping up the charade of perfect health in front of most people, but you see straight through it and realize that he’s not nearly as infallible as he usually claims to be.
Eyes alight with worry, you reach for his hand. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Wyatt grins weakly. “I don’t think that’s the best compliment you’ve ever paid me, but I’ll take it as a sign that you care about me.”
Your eyes narrow. “Wyatt. An explanation would be nice.”
Wyatt sighs. “Alright, alright. We still can’t find the moonstone and it’s wearing on all of us. Look at Wynter, she can barely stand. We’re here as a show of strength, but we’ve got almost nothing left.”
You must look horrified, because he squeezes your hand and tries to stand up straighter. “Look, it’s alright. There’s nothing we can do about it anymore, and I’d rather have this night with you be worth something than spend the next few hours wondering about some mystery we can no longer solve.”
You pull him close under the guise of starting a new slow dance. “Just stay with me, Wyatt.”
It’s a promise neither of you can expect, but Wyatt agrees with it anyway. “Always.”
He starts to say something else, but his words are cut off by a loud cracking sound issuing from the ground nearby. It seems almost like thunder, but there are no storm clouds in sight. Instead, what you find is a massive divide splitting the ground nearby in half.
Addison finds you in the chaos, Zed right behind her. “It’s an earthquake,” she says, “Look, the ground is completely hollowed away underneath.”
Your brow furrows. “It looks almost like a tunnel.”
Wyatt nods slowly, eyes wide. “Yeah, and it’s glowing. Like a moonstone.”
Willa pushes her way through the crowds to reach your party, Wynter right behind her. “You guys are seeing this too, right? There’s no way the moonstone isn’t down there.”
Bree claps a hand over her mouth. “What are we going to do?”
You extend a hand towards the fissure in the ground. “Find the moonstone, obviously. We have to move fast, though. I don’t know how much time you guys have left.”
As if to prove your point, Wynter doubles over in a fit of coughs that leave her shaking and spent.
Wyatt nods grimly. “Let’s move.”
Thus your group descends into the earth in search of a mystical power source none of you truly know will be there. The only thing you can do at this point is hope that it will be here, or this trip with the werewolves might be their last.
In the end, though, you don’t have to fear. Zed manages to clear away some heavy rubble and you stumble upon a partially collapsed room, moonstone intact in the center. Wyatt and the other werewolves race towards it, and you swear you can practically see them come to life again as their moonstones are recharged. Wyatt turns back to you, triumphant, but as you watch his smile drops in an instant.
He holds up a trembling hand to point at the necklace he gave you. “Y/N, your moonstone. It’s glowing.”
It makes no sense, but you look anyway and he’s right. The small shard of stone at your throat is a bright pearlescent shade, and sends refractions of light dancing over your skin.
“That makes no sense,” you try to argue, “it should only glow if I was–”
Your words are swallowed up abruptly by the shock of your realization. Wyatt finishes the thought for you anyway, although it’s kind of pointless. Everyone in that room is thinking the exact same thing.
“If you were a werewolf,” he concludes.
You shake your head slowly. “No, that’s impossible. I would know if I were a werewolf.”
Willa shrugs. “I mean, your town didn’t even know about werewolves until we showed up. Surely it’s not that impossible to assume that you wouldn’t figure it out until now.”
Wyatt shoots his sister a look, muttering something about a poor bedside manner under his breath, then extends a hand to you. “We can test this. Come here, see if you can charge the necklace.”
You may not trust whatever is going on with your necklace and the moonstone, but you do trust Wyatt, so you take his hand and allow him to lead you over. You press your necklace to the moonstone just as he did. The second you do, you feel this rush of something wash over you. It feels like power. It feels like coming home.
Wyatt whistles under his breath. “I think that means you’re a werewolf.”
Addison nods. “Your eyes are glowing just like Wyatt’s. It’s true.”
You let out a shaky laugh. “Well, this really wasn’t the way I was expecting tonight to end.”
Wyatt’s eyes fill with concern. “But you’re not unhappy about it, right?”
This time, your voice is more sure. “No, I’m not. This is a good thing, Wyatt. A very good thing.”
And why would it not be good? This means you have a pack, an entirely new family to stand behind you when you need it most. You have your boyfriend, you have a fascinating future opening up in front of you. No, you could not be more happy.
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Me, when I forgot I have to plan for a session tomorrow:
#I dont DM/GM often (which I hope to change here soon) but ive done this a few times for the Zombie oneshots I run every now and again#d&d#ttrpg#d&d 5e#dnd#dungeons dragons#d&d stuff#d&d shenanigans#d&d 5th edition#d&d story#d&d memes#dungeonmaster#game master#ttrpg meme#ttrpg memes
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Hi friend! I just have a small request for zombie au Steve if you’re feeling up for it. I miss him lol. It’s snowing where I live currently and it got me thinking. I would love to see just about anything with zombie au steve and some snow. I’m a little partial to pre-college times but it definitely doesn’t have to be. Fluff or angst bc tbh it could so go either way. Just if it strikes your fancy. And thank you as always for your lovely and warm writing you share!
thank you for reading and requesting, you angel!! some pre-college zombie!au for you <3 —steve acts like a boyfriend even when he isn’t one (officially) on a cold day alone together. fem, 1.1k
It can feel weird waking up next to you. Steve’s so used to taking shifts and sleeping half on top of one another that waking up face to face scares him at first —he flinches and his body fills with inertia as he throws his leg back to stop from falling out of bed.
You doze peacefully through his panic. Your face is soft with sleep. You have deeply etched lines under your eyes that show how badly you need it, but beside them, Steve can’t find a thing wrong with you. You’re really pretty this close. He finds you beautiful.
He lifts his hand to your neck in apology though you weren’t awake to notice his fear. “Morning,” he mouths, rubbing the side of your neck gently.
Your skin is chapped, but his hands are calloused, so it’s not like he minds. He steals another minute watching you sleep, and then he leans forward to kiss your jaw just by his hand. You make a sound he chooses to believe is a knowing pleasure, a happy sigh at being with him. He’d kiss your lips if he thought he could, but he’s been asking first each time for the last few weeks, cautious of overstepping a boundary you haven’t laid.
The thing is that Steve knew you liked him before he liked you back. Well. He guessed you were attracted to him, then argued with himself that he was being delusional. But one day you were asking if he’d hold your hand, and you wouldn’t admit it but you were scared, and he realised you depended on him for more than just your survival. He realised you were his friend, and now more than that, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t falling for you, but that he just didn’t know how to do that. You were already there waiting for him when he kissed you the first time.
You’d been so nervous. It was enough to finish him off, compel him forward into whatever this is. (Whatever, but not whatever. He loves it. He’s not sure how to handle it.)
When he peels away from you, his arms immediately prickle with goosebumps. The room is cold and it has to have been your proximity that was keeping him warm, his breath rising like fog as he stands. “Shit,” he mumbles, mouth glued together with fatigue. “Fucking hell.”
He stretches until the sore spot at the low of his back clicks and turns to look at you again, checking you’re alright while he scratches the last eight hours out of his hair. You’ve curled a touch into his warm spot but otherwise remain asleep.
Why is it suddenly cold?
A white light is emanating from behind the curtains. Steve hopes to god it’s just a bright day today, that the sun is high and reflecting off of a lake nearby, but he pulls the drapes open and startles into silence.
Powdery snow stretches thick and fast from either side of the landscape. Wind carries it around in drifting sheets, but it seems to have stopped for now.
He grabs another blanket from the linen closet, a third, and stands with his head cocked by the door listening for sounds. Steve’s more often than not thinking about who or what might be near.
He closes you both in again, shuts the curtains, and climbs into bed with you, draping the blankets heavily over your body where it makes half a heart. You pull a knee higher and disrupt the image, eyes squeezing tightly closed at his return, and opening sluggishly.
“Hey,” he says, resting his head on the pillow. Eye to eye like this, he can see the sleep in your lashes. He probably has his own. “You feeling okay?”
“Are you trying to cook me?” you ask. Now you’ve seen him, you’re relaxing, closing your eyes again.
“Don’t go back to sleep.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause I’m bored and you’re my only friend,” he says.
“Ooh, wouldn’t say that. Not sure we’re there yet.”
Steve cups your cheek. You smile into the pillow.
He draws a line back and forth. It’s nice to give you something nice, a soft sensation. He thinks maybe that’s what falling in love is; wanting to make someone else happy, wanting them to make you happy. You’re a sweetheart when he’s not antagonising you; you’re nice, and gentle, and you hold his hand like you’ve loved him for years. He’s not stupid enough to miss how awesome that is. Nor can he ignore the way his heart has started to patter when you’re changing, or the contented, near bliss of your face pressed under his chin. This isn’t just about you wanting him or vice versa, it’s love.
“Maybe you should sleep more. You still look tired.”
You wrinkle your nose and he leans in, thinking about kissing you again, but you’re not on the same page yet. “I can’t sleep anymore. It’s midday, right?” You squint at the bright square of the window before hiding your face, your forehead slipping against his chin to his shoulder. “We should get going soon.”
“That’s not happening.”
He wraps his arm around you. You practically preen, happiness sewn into your words as you ask, “Why not?”
“It snowed last night. All night, I’d say.”
You look up at him sceptically. “Really?”
“You think I’m lying?”
“I thought it was too cold to snow.”
“Tell that to the penguins in Antarctica.”
You laugh into his shoulder. Slowly, your hand is climbing his stomach. After a half second of deliberation, you curl it behind his back and settle in. “You’re not nice.”
“I’m nice,” he says into your forehead, pulling you closer in turn. “Not making you walk in the blizzard.”
“Generous.”
He hugs you tighter and decides fuck it, pressing a generous smattering of kisses into the skin between your brows. “You love that about me. I’m oh so forgiving.” He encourages your head back carefully to kiss the tip of your nose. “Are you warm enough?”
You’d think he’s told you you’re beautiful, or that he wants your babies, the way you melt. “I’m fine. Thank you,” you mumble shyly.
He presses his forehead to yours. The snow might stay for days, and eventually you’ll have to brave it, but for now he wants to stay here kissing you and exacerbating the ache that brews in his stomach every time your breath catches. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs. “There’s more linens if you need them.”
“I won’t need them. You’re going to keep me warm.”
“I am.” Steve presses a gentle kiss to your lips, endorphins like a rush of heat through every inch of skin as you kiss back.
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Meeting your alternate universe selves
#oneshot#oneshot game#oneshot (game)#oneshotgame#niko#alula#calamus#oh yeah and the aus#creatures of sonaria#zombie au#gods au#digimon au#there's so many aus here and some of them don't even have names#FUCK
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hear me out : daryl gets teased by the group because he’s supposed to be a tough guy but when it comes to the reader he’s so soft is it established that these are just c reader relationships LOL
Description: The reader is defending Daryl who is being teased by the group about not being tough but sweet with the reader
Warnings: fluff, swearing
*I'm loving these so much!*
Requests are open!
Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view
Word Count: 507
First Person's POV
The group all sat around the campfire, I sat by Daryl, his leg resting against mine and he held my hand in his with a gentle look as he stared at me. Rick glanced at the two of us, I shot him a look knowing exactly how things would play out in the next few moments. Daryl brought my hand to his lips, resting a gentle kiss on my hand and gave me a loving smile.
"I love 'ya." I smiled at the man, laughing as he rested a kiss on my cheek, glancing at the others, the sweet smile fading as they all stared at the man in shock and with laughs starting to escape their lips.
"Close your mouths, you're gonna catch flies."
"Since when are you all lovey-dovey? Daryl, since when do you not act all stone-cold and stoic?" Carol asked with a smile, I shot her a look, frowning lightly as Daryl slid his hand out of mine and rested it on my thigh. I took a breath, sighing as Rick laughed a little loudly, Daryl looked around, biting the inside of his cheek and listened to the teasing of the others.
"Where's Daryl, you're not Daryl. The Daryl I know. is tough and chops off walker heads. This Daryl is a pile of lovey goop."
"Come on, leave him alone," I stated, watching the man I loved look embarrassed and shy. I rested a kiss on his cheek and grabbed his hand. Staring at the others a little angrily, sick and tired of the fact that they weren't leaving him alone. This had been happening for the last little while. He couldn't seem to catch a break, I hated that he couldn't catch a break and that they still thought Daryl was a cold and tough man.
"Y/N, think about it, Daryl rarely smiles and he never acts like this around others. He's a tough guy, some think he's a jerk at first glance."
"Since this shit show started, we've all known that Daryl isn't a douche, he's a good person and I wouldn't have fallen in love with him he if was a jerk. I love Daryl, he loves me and he shouldn't be judged by you lot for holding my hand or telling me he loves me." I defended, standing up and dragging him with me. I led him away from the group, looking at him worriedly and sighed as he hugged me tightly.
"I appreciate what you're doing for me. You don't have to though."
"Daryl, I love you, I wouldn't let them treat you like that."
"I'm sorry."
"What do you mean?"
"I got all embarrassed and I stopped holding your hand. I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything." I hugged him tightly, smiling lightly at the man and rested a kiss on his cheek.
"I love you, I hope you know that."
"I always will."
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Thriller Tales - Gredown/Boraig, April 1984?
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DOIN’ TIME (Rosita Espinosa x fem!reader)
note: Y/n and Rosita used to be in a relationship but it didn’t last long, since then they started becoming enemies until Rick assigns them on a patrol together.
warning: smut, 18+, minors DNI!, dom!rosita espinosa, enemies to lovers.
+ yes i do accept requests!!<3
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“Rosita! Stay there!” you scream killing all the walkers around you, she was stuck under a fallen tree.
The both of you were in a mission that rick assigned to each couple of the group, and he chose you and Rosita to search for resources all around the area…such a great match.
The both of you were arguing until a herd of walkers heard the screams and curses and attacked you. Finally you got rid of all of them, thank god they weren’t that much, and you walk over Rosita to free her.
“It’s all your fault! If only you shut up and do your job!” Rosita screams “You’re the one that’s screaming why are you blaming me!” you respond.
Those words were in loop in your head for the whole trip, the both of you went silent.
“I’m sorry” she whispers “what?” “i said i’m sorry…for blaming you.” she sounded annoyed, but she knew that you couldn’t stay for the rest week giving each other silent treatment.
“I accept your apology” you smile as she smiles back.
But nothing changed between the both of you, she treated and still treats you like shit, you do the same even though most of the time you found it hard if not impossible to hate her, since you still love her sooo bad. The both of you used to have something in the past, more like a ‘lesbian love story’ but it didn’t last long since she started having feelings for Abraham and you for Rick.
Now Abraham’s with Sasha and Rick’s dating Michonne and the both of you, are at it again, together and alone. It was more of a enemies to lovers trope or maybe the opposite, now it seems like she hates you, can’t blame her though you used to ignore her since then.
It was starting to get darker, the moon was showing off, walkers all around the area. The both of you killed a dozen of them but they were too much, by running Rosita found a little but secure house that will keep the both of you safe for the night.
You run in there and secure the doors making sure that the whole building was safe, closing all the windows and doors. She was checking around while you lit a fire and made this place a little more cozy, “what are you doing?” a voice surprised you making you jump a little “god you scared me” you say not even bothering to turn around “what. is. this!” she screams “Rosita they could hear us lower your tone” you stand up “god you’re unbelievable” she walks back on her way to leave when you took her by her arm “what did i do wrong?” “really?” “yes! why do you hate me so much?” “you do the same” “yeah but not like you do” she rolls her eyes and leaves the room with you in that tiny and cold room all alone with your thoughts.
After half an hour she finally came back and sat on the little bed you made, you look up at her “it’s safe” she reassured you “good” you whisper and look down again cleaning your gun “hey” she said “mhmhm?” “i found some weed” you look up and leave your gun sitting next to her, you wrapped your weed and light it up.
The both of you were already high, you couldn’t sleep and conversations were starting to get more and more deep. You constantly look at her lips that looked too kissable. She took you by your chin making you look up “what’s wrong?” she whispers “you’re and asshole and i hate you” she smirks “yeah?” you nod. You got closer till your lips almost touch “what are we doing?” you whisper “you tell me” she answers.
It started all with an innocent kiss, then every second that passes it gets more and more passionate. You go on top of her kissing her lips and going to her neck, she makes soft moans making you more excited.
But however she always loved to be on control, so first she started making out with you again while her hands go on your ass and then it starts rubbing your clit making you moan through her lips and right after she made you vulnerable she switches sides and goes on top.
She took your thighs and puts your legs all around her waist, she kisses your neck leaving little marks, then she slowly took off your shirt kissing your chest going down to you stomach and then reaches your underwear.
She looks up for consent, you nod as she slowly remove your underwear. She first kisses your inner thigh “you’re so fucking wet” and without a warning she licks your pussy and starts sucking your clit making you scream.
She puts a hand on your mouth while the other was holding your leg, “keep it quiet darlin”, you moan in her hand as she keeps pleasing you making you tear up “Rosita!” you whimper, she puts her hand down and you put yours through her hair going on rhythm with her movements.
“God i’m close” you breathe, she smiles underneath and as soon as you came she swallows your cum, kissing your lips making you have a little taste of yourself.
She then goes to you ear “i’d love to have round two but i’m fucking exhausted hun” she whispers putting on your panties and laying on your chest with her legs wrapped around your hips as the both of you fell asleep.
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