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jj-lynn21 · 3 years

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Santa’s favorite Elf Part 2: Ch 5:

Warnings: male masturbation, hot tub flirtation, other flirtation. Can Bill handle “being friends” before lovers again very much longer?

Santa’s fav elf Part 1: ch 1, Santa’s fav elf ch 2, Santa’s fav elf ch 3, Santa’s fav elf ch 4

Santa’s fav Elf Part 2 ch 1, ch 2, ch 3 ch 4 ch6

“You can go faster.” You scream with laughter as you sped across the open snow-covered valley on a snowmobile. “Catch up already.”

Bill sped to your side jumping a mogul on his machine that put him ahead of you. “What did you say?” He yelled back at you. “Something about you will try to catch up if you can.” His competitive side was not going to let you win a race back to the rental place easily if at all.

You put the pedal to the metal. Your machine right on the tail of his. You were sweating underneath your hat and heavy clothes. But your eyelashes had snow built upon them. Your nose was red with frost. You were ready for some hot tub time. Gunning the throttle, you ran neck and neck with him. You both slid in opposite directions towards the sign that said stop.

“I guess you don’t have any fear driving these things.” He got off as two workers came over to drive the snowmobiles into their parking shed.

You got off the machine. Thighs were a bit sore from having them spread over the seat. Your legs a bit like rubber as you wobbled a little. “No fear at all. Can we go to the hot tub now? I can barely walk normally.”

“I could use some heating up myself.” He walked you to the rental SUV. “I turned on the heat with the keys when we pulled in on the snowmobiles so it should be about heated up. Do you want to stop at the wiener hut? I heard they have a mac and cheese hotdog.”

“I’ll eat anything with lots of cheese especially mac and cheese.” He helped you into the SUV.

Bill chuckled. “That is what I thought.” He patted your hand before driving off to grab lunch.

Later you were immersed in the hot tub. The area closed off to others for the next half hour. You sat with your head back. A smile on your face as the steam rose. Your frozen toes and nose were now thawed. You breathed in the chlorinated steam clearing your sinuses. You let out a long “mmmmmm” as you relaxed.

Bill was doing much the same. His eyes were closed. That is until he heard your sound of pleasure. One eye popped open. Then the other. He looked over barely able to see you through the heat. The heat he felt deeper than just his skin. “Hey come over here.” he beckoned.

You glide over on the water. You ducked your head under to flatten your hair back when you get close enough for him to reach out to you. “This warmed me up quite a bit. How about you?” Your eyes connected with his in a slight flutter of flirtation.

“Yeah.” His eyes gazed into yours then drifted down over your flattering bathing suit that clung to your breasts. He took a deep breath. “Can I hold you?”

“If you can handle it.” You grinned.

He smirked as he pulled you forward. Your eyes on his. Your knees rested on the ledge on either side of his lap. You held on to the wall behind him making sure not to touch him at all. You thought if he was going to break his own rule you were not going to make it easy.

“Is this how close we will be when we fake it for the camera tomorrow?” You teased.

“Closer.” He licked his lips. “We will kiss as we have done before.”

You leaned down to press your lips to him gently before pulling back. “Like that?” You tiled your head questioningly.

“I think our characters miss each other more.”

One of his large hands rested on your lower back. The other crept up your back, along your neck, pushing his fingers through your hair until he was palming the back of your head. He coaxed you back down for a more passionate kiss opening his mouth and you reciprocated. You could feel it through your whole body letting out a small moan you did not want to make.

He pulled you back. His eyes sparkled with lust. The rest of his face placid as if it was all part of the job. “Something like that.” He breathed. “They will stop use several times to position us differently. Do you want to go over your lines and more of this scene back in the room?”

“I do know my lines but maybe you can give me some pointers.” You suggest. “Work on this scene more also if you think we need it.”

“It is never good to go in blind.” He moved you to get up. “It is best to be as prepared as possible.”

“I agree.” He helped you step out of the hot tube wrapping you in a blanket like towel.

You go into the changing room to dry off. The hair drier there is weak but it is better than nothing. You don’t want to go out in the freezing weather without being as dry as possible. You try to convince yourself you will only be studying lines and working on blocking scenes like they are in the script, but the process excites you.

Bill is feeling some excitement of his own as he dries his hair. His mind might be telling him to get to know you better, but his body is showing signs of dissension. He decides to rub one out before leaving the changing area. They have a nice bathroom with comforting aquamarine tile. He closes his eyes as he takes his throbbing cock out to stroke. Thinking of.. ”oh fuck” the way the water rolled off your nose to the cleavage of your swimsuit. The way you giggled. The way you looked when you got mad. The way you called him out when he needed it as no one had ever done. How would he ever be able to hold back his desires much longer he thought as he bit his bottom lip so he would not come loudly.

You waited for Bill patiently near the check-in desk. People were waiting for the pool and hot tub to be open for the general public again which was supposed to be five minutes ago. Bill came out wrapped in his winter wear. The scarf around his face barely showed even his eyes. It was a way to hide from the public. You knew it was him. He nodded for you to come to the SUV with him. You told the desk clerk thank you for letting you and Bill use the hot tub alone. Then went to join him.

“Which scene do you think we should go over first?” You asked as he started the vehicle.

“Do you want suggestions on your big monologue?” He watched the snow-covered road without a glance towards you.

“Sure.” You turned on the radio and hummed the song playing until it got to the chorus you knew well. Then you sang along.

Bill just started smiling as you sang. When you noticed your cheeks got hot with embarrassment.

“Keep going.” He prodded as you got quiet. “The chorus isn’t over yet.”

You laugh. “I don’t know it that well.”

He pulled into the hotel. Ease's car rental would pick up the SUV Monday and drop it back in the parking lot Friday evening for Bill to use on the weekends. Joe would drive during the week. After he stripped to his briefs, he jumped in the bed cupping his hands behind his head.

“Show me how you will bring Santa back Miss. Winterblows.”

You smirk. Your eyes narrowed as you wrapped your arms around an invisible caldron for your wintertime spell. You carried it across the room as though walking through the winter’s snow. You look up and back down into the mouth of the caldron. Then toss the invisible bag of ingredients beside you.

“As the bright lights in the skies above as my witness, my Santa will return on this night to seek revenge on those who dared to slander his name and kill him before last Christmas morn. Snow is falling. Christmas Eve is near, There's plenty of magic this time of year.”

You pretend to dust the caldron with snow and add a handful inside. You keep adding ingredients as you speak.

“I give to thee freshly fallen snow. A splash of brandy to let spirits flow. I made fresh cookies so into the pot they must go to bring Santa forth. A carrot and orange with colors so bright to feed the reindeer pulling his sleigh tonight. I stir it, please come to me Santa, please come.”

Your eyes look to Bill, big saucers of freight. You bow to him with a smile. “That’s the first part of the scene. What do you think?”

“You did that good.” He got up. “Maybe try it bigger. I mean more chanting than conversational. It was sexy how you said it in a lower tone. And I’m not sure they will want you to go bigger, but it is best to have a few different ways to present the material in your back pocket. I always go big first before they calm me down.” He chuckled. “You might want to try it just how you did it first. They will love you have it memorized so well.”

‘I will probably fuck up a billion times tomorrow in front of the camera.” You tense up a little at the thought. “It will be a little different with all the props and when to pick up what as I am saying the lines, and everyone is watching.”

“Just stay in the scene,” Bill suggested. “Let the character guide you not the people around the set. They don’t even really exist in the world we will create on film.”

You nod.

“Now take a breath.” He took a breath with you. “Do it again. I will come in when Santa makes his appearance. The big fearful eyes worked great. I am not as holly jolly as I once was in the first movie. I think your expression will be much like you just gave me.”

You repeated your monologue giving that big, frightened look towards him as he stood feet away. “...please come to me Santa, please come.”

He took a few steps as your eyes were pinned to his. “Santa” You whispered. His (cold dead: the script says) hands reach out for you. You look away. He turns your eyes back on him. Your heart races as it should be according to the script. You cringe as Santa’s tongue licks the side of your face. Bill does this even though the tongue will be a little bit of CGI magic.

You gasp even though you want to giggle. You close your eyes. The character is supposed to remember Santa as he was and kiss him passionately. You kiss Bill which is much easier than the grotesque dead zombie Santa he will become on set. He kisses you back as his hands reach behind your head to grab your hair roughly. He pulls your head back for his lips to graze and suck at your neck as you make a small coo.

Bill steps back taking a deep breath as he muttered “cut.”

You open your eyes standing before him. Chest heaving slightly.

Bill gazes at you as he licks his lips. “In the script, they cut there to Santa and his girl fucking in the snow. We can do some basic blocking since I have done this before or wait until they tell us how they want it tomorrow?”

“Teach me everything you know, Bill.” You bite your lips nervously.

“Take off everything but your panties.” He swallows hard. “I will teach you everything you always want to know about filming a sex scene and more.

#Santa's favorite elf #acting #Santa Bill #smut #male masterbation #hot tub #flirting #slow burn #passion #bill skarsgård x reader #movie making

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victoodles · 5 years

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Cruel World I’m Gone (Chapter 4)

Be sure to follow the series on AO3 and to read part 1 / 2 / 3

The breeze that kisses your face feels different. Warmer. This time in the morning at O'Creagh's Run there’s a bitter chill in the air. It’s a cold that reaches down to your bones and leaves your fingers numb. This, however, is a gentle gust that invites you to wake up instead of demanding it.

Grass is plush beneath your deerskin pelts in contrast to the cotton sheets from Annesburg that you had grown accustomed to. Shelter comes in the form of a simple roof of canvas, sunlight lazily creeping in.

Gone is your homestead of a six months. All the work, meals, and rebuilding a mere dream as you pull back the tent and find yourself back at Clemens Point.

Jack is running through the rolling grass with Cain yapping at his heels. Abigail awaits them and their impending mess back at her tent with crossed arms.

Sean flirts with Karen. Kieran tends to the horses. Miss Grimshaw scolds Mary-Beth for her apparent “slacking”.

It’s all back to how it was. Before things…

Before…

You can’t seem to recall what this supposed “before” is. It all fades away, as most dreams do. Locked away in the depths of the subconscious. But when you see Hosea pass by, an indescribable ache in your heart has tears streaming down your cheeks. An emptiness wracks you. You’re running before you can register why.

If you’re too slow…

Too late…

He’ll d-

Hosea seems bewildered about why you’re so exasperated. A wry smile graces his face.“Well good morning to you too, my dear. Are we that eager to see me?” He teases, lighthearted in nature.

You’re rendered speechless from his casualness. Hosea looks vibrant, jovial. Just how you remembered him.

Alive.

Does he not know what happens? In Saint Denis. When…

When what?

The Pinkertons. They...

What about them?

Again, you don’t have answers. Just a jumble of confused thoughts that feel painfully heavy in your head. So you wrap your arms around his waist and hold him close. You need a tangible reminder that he’s here: a man, a leader, a friend, a surrogate father.

Hosea is taken aback again but he returns the affection, chuckling to himself. “What on Earth is going on with you, girl?”

You squeeze tighter, burying your face in his chest. He smells of tobacco and ginseng, the familiarity puts you at ease. “I had the most terrible nightmare,” you say quietly. “But I can’t seem to remember it.”

It’s all painfully blurry, growing even heavier in the back of your mind.

Get him out of here.

Run.

Go where? There’s nowhere safer than camp.

Dutch will protect everyone.

“Oh? Well don’t worry-“

Hosea goes eerily silent as the barrel of a gun fires, cutting through the morning air like thunder. Droplets of warm liquid splatters across your face, trickling down your forehead. A sickeningly familiar hangs heavy in the air, nauseating. Blood.

Trembling, you dare to look up to find a fresh bullet wound in embedded in Hosea. A single shot, burst through his shoulder, blooming into a hideous flower of flesh and bone. He stares at the wound blankly, fingers twitching slightly. Death has him in his embrace and Hosea doesn’t seem to feel it.

You’re panting, a scream burning in your throat as Hosea grows colder by the second. The sounds refuse to come out. Blood drips from the corner of his mouth as he slumps against you, wheezing his last words.

"It was just a dream.”

The ground crumbles beneath you then, dirt deteriorating into nothing. You desperately clutch Hosea, terrified to lose him again. But no matter how tightly you hold on, he still slips from your grasp as you eventually lose your footing.

You pathetically reach out into the abyss for him, for anything, but bring back nothing.

Falling further and further, it all comes back. It hits you all like that same gunshot.

Sean, Kieran, Susan.

Hosea.

They’re all dead.

And Arthur…

You’re running again on Roanoke Ridge. Chest heaving, lungs burning, muscles aching. Running and running and running, but you make no progress.

Arthur!

You burn through all your energy in an attempt to go faster. It hurts - excruciating. Ligaments feel like they’re tearing apart tendon by tendon, but you don’t care. Arthur is just out of reach, eyes glazed and arms limp at his side.

Please, he’s right there!

You try to call his name, but the sound is locked in your throat. The syllables don’t form no matter how much you try. All you can do is pathetically try to move forward - to be with him.

The poppies surrounding him rustle violently the more virtuously you push yourself to every limit. Their leaves caress Arthur’s face as if to mock your plight.

Your heart threatens to rupture from over-exhaustion but as the distance finally begins to close, you can't bring yourself to care.

Just when Arthur is an arm out of reach, so tantalizingly close, your muscles go rigid.

It all hurts, everywhere at once like wildfire.

Then it doesn’t.

Nothing has never been so terrifying.

An arrow pierces your chest, finding its way through your heart and out through your ribs. You’re brought to your knees.

You sputter, trying to bring any air in to alleviate the pain. Bring life to thwart the impending end.

The alleviation never comes. Just more agony and some blood.

You wonder if this is how the game you hunt feels. Teetering on the precipice of life and death after your arrow hits it’s fatal mark. They cry out for mercy that goes unheard.

Irony is a miserable bitch.

You fall forward, face in the dirt a mere inches away from Arthur. A familiar voice whispers in your ear as you struggle to find the energy to merely crawl. Blood - your blood - seeps into the ground; bloodied mud cakes beneath your fingernails in your desperation.

“Have faith,” it sneers, “you’ll be with him soon.”

The world turns darker and darker the more you try to reach for him. The flowers have ceased their shaking.

Now...nothing.

You shoot up in bed, a sheen of cold sweat clinging to your skin. A silent scream burns in your lungs. You’re hyperventilating and you desperately try to compose yourself, heart hammering wildly against your ribs.

Focus, focus, focus.

Your eyes dart around the room, taking in your surroundings.

Reminders.

The quilt blanket beneath your fingers. A partition in the form of a sheet next to the bed. The skull of a moose hanging over the mantle. A dwindling fire in the hearth.

And Arthur. Sleeping soundly next to you.

Arthur.

You reach out to him with shaking hands, running them over his cheek. Reaffirming reality.

The prickle of his freshly shaved stubble tickles your hand. Hair soft from a recent bath. Lips chapped.

He’s here. Actually here.

As much as you want to kiss him, have him fuck the fear away, you don’t want to wake him. Not now when he’s finally started sleeping soundly again. Arthur shifts slightly in bed but he isn’t roused from your touching, thank goodness. You find the energy to smile, and you plant a delicate kiss against his temple before sliding out of bed. Sleep won’t come anytime soon.

Silently slipping out into the night, the wind’s chill nips at you clad in only a chemise and Arthur’s coat. It’s a welcome sensation to quell the heat enveloping you.

Signs of spring sleep within the surrounding forest. The birds have flown back north and nest in the trees. Bears have awoken from slumber and meander through the hills as they please. Wildflowers are just beginning to bloom, even more bulbs bursting through the dirt to count.

New life.

For you and Arthur too, in a sense.

That should make you feel better, but it doesn’t. Not right now.

Now that things have settled down, the grief has been gnawing at you gradually. There's more time for you to focus on it since Arthur had fully recovered. It comes back in waves, varying in intensity but painful all the same. And the nightmares they brought were just as vivid.

Shaking the most recent from your mind, you regard the full moon hanging just over the lake. Brilliant white rays reflect on the water’s surface, dancing in tandem with the ripples of the water striders. It puts you at ease and you find yourself drawn to the scene.

You stand barefoot at the shore, letting the waves roll over your feet as you look up to the sky. A blanket of stars twinkle faintly against the darkness. A variety of constellations shine proudly above, clear as day.

You feel so small under their gaze

Ursa Major, Leo, Hydra.

Memories of nights spent up late with Hosea playing dominos resurface. You would constantly tie with one another, intellects too matched. Sometimes the two of you wouldn’t sleep until the wee hours of the morning unless the streak was broken. Stubborn, the both of you.

During those long, long games, Hosea would regal you about each and every starry arrangement, right down to the name’s origin. Astronomy was never on your curriculum growing up, instead focusing on the drier parts of a lady’s “education". Etiquette, needlework, piano. All you knew of the stars above was from outdated books pilfered from your father’s library and nights spent camped on forest floors.

Almost every night Hosea would teach you, properly. Disregarding your dominoes in favor of creating your own constellations from unused clusters of stars. An interstellar game of dots and tiles. He had even made one especially for you: The Huntress. A brave woman who vanquished all foes before her with nothing but her bow and her quick wit.

It’s the last Earthly possession you have of Hosea. Everything else had been unwillingly abandoned during the destruction of Beaver Hollow, dead and gone. All you have now are these faint lights, watching silently over you.

The frigid pinch of O'Creagh’s Run interrupts your musing. So distracted, you hadn’t realized just how far you had waded into the lake. Now in up to you knees, the bottom of your chemise soaked. What should be a shock, or at least an inconvenience, doesn’t seem to phase you. You just relish the softness of lakebed silt between your toes. And love how the water’s chill reminds you just how alive you truly are.

You fiddle with the hem of your chemise. As the lace slides between your fingertips, you regard the celestial eye above. The moon is your only witness on these vast mountain trails.

The veil drifts upward.

Nothing can see you out here. Nothing can get you out here.

Let the moonlight be your guide and the water be a cleansing.

Arthur’s jacket is discarded and a chemise with it over your shoulder. It lands with a gentle thud; the barrier between you and the elements now lays in a heap on the shore.

Take the plunge.

#vic's fics!#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #this was originally gonna be longer #but i split it up because im very tired

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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How would the NDRV3 guys react if they got a text from their S/O asking them to come out and help her with groceries but when they came out she ambushed them with a water gun?

S/O Ambushes The V3 Boys with aWater-Gun!

Saihara Shuichi

You really weren’t the type of person to prank your partner andyou know how serious and stoic Saihara is, so he likely wouldn’t handle it verywell.

But while you were shopping, a particular item caught your eye. Itwas like a light shined down onto it and called your name, and you justcouldn’t resist the urge… the mischievous child within you started to giggleand form a plan in your head.

So, you send the text to Saihara and patiently wait for him torush outside. He was in the middle of reading a Case File when his phone buzzedand drew all of his attention to the bright screen.

“Hey, sweetie, will you come outside and help me with thegroceries?”

Saihara jumped to his feet almost immediately. Of course, he was always happy to help! Especially when itcame to you, after all.

He dropped everything and started to make his way to you, butsomething seemed off. When he stepped outside, the car door was slightlyhanging open and the grocery bags were sitting on the driveway. Furrowing hisbrows, his mind went into overdrive as he tried to come up with a possiblereason for your absence.

You were just outside,where could you possibly have gone? Something felt wrong and his gut told himto run, twisting into knots; but his feet were frozen and he couldn’t move.

That’s when you jumped out from behind the car and soaked him withthe water-gun you just bought in self-indulgence. Saiharastumbled backwards and held up his hands to shield his face, nearly losing hisbalance in the process.

Letting out an exasperated gasp, he was utterly shocked. “(Y/N)?!What the Hell?” He softened a bit when he heard your loud laughter, but he wasstill a bit irked and surprised - never expecting something like this comingfrom you.

Honestly, he was a little bit upset. He pouted his lip and sat onthe front porch-step with crossed arms, staring at you intensely. You wonderedif you went too far because he didn’t look very happy.

In retaliation, Saihara frantically grabbed the water-hose thatwas sitting beside him and sprayed you back, absolutely drenching all of yourclothes. You blindly tried to fight back with your gun again, but kept missingbecause the water was clouding your vision.

Saihara was now the one laughing, and after your brief water-fightwas over, you were both soaking wet with clothes sticking to your skin. Both ofyou breathed heavily, completely exhausted, and laughed at the other’s wet hairwhile calling for a truce. There was no clear winner, so you two decide on adraw and then carry the bags inside.

Afterwards, Saihara invited you to take a shower with him to getcleaned up and change into some warmer, drier clothes, in which you happilyagreed.

Ouma Kokichi

This is the type of thing you would expect from Ouma, but neverthe other way around. You just weren’t that type of person, after all.

But sometimes you just can’t help it and it was time for a littlepayback, since your boyfriend was always the one pranking you, all the time. You were starting to get sick of itand hoped that this would give Ouma a taste of his own medicine.

In hindsight, this is Ouma Kokichi you’re talking about and he always managed to find a way around your jokes.

You felt bad… almost. In actuality, you didn’t really feel bad at all, hekind of deserved this. The mischief inside of you flared and you felt like achild again; you could see why he enjoyed doing things like this so much.

You return home and text him, “Please come outside and helpme with the groceries!” In response, he started playfullywhining, “But I don’t wanna~”

Not wanting your plan to blow up in your face, you tell him tocome outside in a harsher tone and Ouma admits defeat, laying his arms down andfinally giving into your demands.

The moment he stepped outside, though, youjumped out from behind the bushes and started to drown him in water. You gave him no time to adjust or realize what was happening, causing Ouma to panic.

He let out a high-pitched scream that would clearly alert yourneighbors; he made the act a bit over-dramatic, but that isn’t unusual for him.

You did genuinely scare him, though, catching him by surprise andcausing his heart to jump into his chest.

And you didn’t let up until the gun almost ran out of water, which was now sending chills down his spine as it left his entire front-side and face drenched.

After lowering your gun and laughing at his now soaking wetappearance, Ouma crossed his arms and started to pout childishly. “That’s no fair!” Heexclaims, and although you weren’t sure how any of this was ‘unfair’ you simplystick your tongue out at him and shrug nonchalantly.

Then, your boyfriend lunged at you and wrestled the water-gun outof your hands, returning fire by now spraying you back with the little water your own gun had left,causing you to scream due to the sudden surprise. You weren’t expecting him to put up a fight back, tricked into thinking you had the upper-hand.

“Well, at least we’re even now,” he says with a sly smirk, “youlook cute when you’re wet.” Ouma winks at you and you can tell that that wassupposed to be an innuendo, so you glare at him angrily.

“I still got you first, andkarma is a bitch.” You say happily, still satisfied that you were able tosuccessfully ambush him. It didn’t matter that he got you back since you beat him to the punch.

Ouma snickered and high-fived you, before scooping up as manygroceries as he could. As he brushed past you, he nodded, “I didn’t know youhad that in ya… makes me proud.”

But you just roll your eyes in response, as a reluctant smile appeared on your face.

Rantaro Amami

A part of you hated pranking Rantaro like this because he wasalways so good to you and he truthfully didn’t deserve it, but you also knowhow naturally calm and level-headed he is so you didn’t expect him to take it the wrongway.

The two of you just recently moved into a new home together andwere in the midst of cleaning and unpacking, so you took the responsibility ofgoing to the store to pick-up anything you may have forgotten at the other homeor needed while moving.

Rantaro stayed at your new home and did most of the hard work; you could sense how stressed out he was and you thought that maybe this would helprelieve him of some of that stress. Moving homes has mentally and physically taken a toll on him. Plus, you just thought it would be funny.

Once you pulled into the driveway, you text him, “Will you help me bring the groceries inside, love?”

Without hesitation, Rantaro stands and starts making his way outside, greeting you with a welcoming smile once he finally hits the front step. You held thewater-gun behind your back, and he noticed that you were keeping something fromhim.

Tilting his head thoughtfully, he asked what you were holding whilst eyeing your hands hidden out of sight. Something about this didn’t seem good.

And that’s when you ambush him by soaking him with water, pulling the water-gun out from behind your back and holding the trigger down as you spray Rantaro’s chest and stomach.

It did surprise him and he froze in place with a stunnedexpression – wide eyes and barely parting lips. He certainly wasn’t expectingthis, not from you at least.

But perhaps he was used to mischief and pranks due to having so manyyounger siblings around, so he easily shook off the encounter. Rantaro lightlychuckled while shrugging, teasing that, “Aw, you got me all wet.How dare you,” he winks at that last part, causing you to swoon. He knew exactly how to make your heart skip a beat.

But… wow, he still looked good. His wet hair stuck to his skin,the water droplets rolled down his neck. Damn, you were lucky.

He flips his wet, green locks back in what felt like slow-motion, and you stood there with quivering knees. Rantaro was definitely doing this on purpose because he knew how to charm you.

Rantaro gestured for you to help him carry things inside; you didn’t even notice him brushing past you as he scoops up most of the groceries. He placed a passing kiss on your cheek which snapped you out of your trance, causing you to blink profusely. He looked gorgeous, even now.

You only wanted to ambush him because you thought it would make him laugh, but it seems like you’ve played yourself.

After walking back into the new house, Rantaro pulled you into the bathroom, enveloping you in a heated kiss. That’s when he finally parted and asked with a smirk, “Why don’t you help me dry off?”

Kiibo

In your head, this was a good idea. You thought Kiibo would findit funny and it would definitely surprise him since this isn’t like the two ofyou. He wouldn’t be expecting it which would make it even more amusing.

Perhaps you should have thought this one through a little bit more before jumping in head first…

You told him you would run to the store, and he didn’t mind since the two of you were having a pretty lazy weekend day. You were going to pick-up snacks whilst your boyfriend planned a movie night at home, setting up the couch and the films.

Instead, you found more than you initially came here for and the mischievous idea popped in your head.

You text Kiibo, saying that you were outside and added, “Please help me with the groceries!” Almost instantly, Kiibo standsand bolts outside in a flash, dropping what he was doing instantly.

Before he knew it, you were lurking around the side of the houseand spraying him with all of the water your gun could hold. He was standing with his back facing you so he didn’t see you coming and you felt like you had the perfect opportunity, letting everything you had go.

That’s when you saw sparks start flying and Kiibo started toshort-circuit, dropping to the ground heavily. You were shocked andimmediately lowered your water-gun, rushing to your boyfriend’s side as hiseyes went dark and his systems shut off.

You went into complete panic-mode, terrified that you may have just killedhim! You thought he had resistance to water! At least, that’s what he said, butneither of you ever actually tested that for yourselves… maybe Kiibo was over-exaggerating his resistance capabilities!

You called Miu and had her rush over to quickly repair him beforethe water did permanent damage to his systems. The whole time, the blonde berated you angrily,scolding you and saying, “Of course water fucks with his systems! He’s afuckin’ Robot! Why the Hell did you think this would be a good idea, genius?!”

When he finally switched back on, you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him tightly. You watched a pesky smile spread across his lips and became confused. Your face was pale and flushed and you were on the verge of tears, how could hepossibly be smiling right now? There was nothing funny about what just happened.

“Kiibo? Are you okay?” You ask with a shaky voice, and he startedto chuckle. “You need a better hiding spot, I saw you on the side of thehouse through the window before coming outside and knew you were up to something.” That’s when your face dropped and you playfully shoved Kiibo’smetal chest, a bit embarrassed and flustered. “I was supposed to be theone pranking you! Not the other way around!”

Oh well, you were just thankful that he didn’t have permanentdamage or something… worse. He simply laughed and brought you into a kiss before teasing, “Maybe don’t spray me with water again.”

Either way, he turned the tables and got you good.

Kaito Momota

Recently, Kaito has been stressed out and you thought he needed toloosen up. Even when you expressed your concerns about how tightly-wound he has been, he gets defensive.

You thought it would be funny or at least get him to crack asmile, but maybe now wasn’t the time to bother Kaito. He was preparing forupcoming exams and was focused on securing his spot in Hope’s Peak Academy, so you just thought he could use a break.

You saw the water-gun while shopping and something stirred within you - you just had to. It wascalling your name and you were unable to resist – plus, this is totallysomething you could see him doing to you if he was in a better mood.

You cheerfully text your boyfriend when you arrive home, asking him to “Please help me bring the groceries inside! xox”

Kaito slowly drags his feet with a groan. However, something felt off and he saw that you weremissing. The groceries were here but you were nowhere to be found, so where could you possibly have gone?

That’s when you sneak around the side of the house and startspraying him with water whilst running towards him, causing Kaito to let out acry.

He wasn’t sure how to react when you started tosprint towards him whilst drenching him and yelling; he tried to shield his face but to no avail and calledmercy soon after. Your boyfriend was overcome with emotions when everything happened all at once.

Admittedly, Kaito was a bit angry at first but softened up when he saw yoursmiling face. He surely wasn’t happy, but he couldn’t bring himself to scoldyou, either. He knew that this was all meant to be fun and games and he couldn’tstay angry at you for that.

But he definitely couldn’t let you win, either.

That’s when Kaito gently grabbed your wrist and twirled you around, managing tosteal the water-gun out of your hands and spun it on his forefinger before pressing it against the side of your head and spraying you point-blank, soaking the side of your face.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of cold water running down your neck and broke free from his embrace, stomping away and trying to find cover as youbegged him to stop, but he is relentless.

“This means war, (Y/N)!” You can’t say you were surprised sinceKaito was a competitive person, but you only bought one water-gun so this wasflat-out unfair. No matter what you tried to do, he continued to spray youback whilst throwing his head back and laughing loudly.

Maybe this didn’t work out in your favor but at least he lookedhappy. You put up a valiant effort by grabbing the water-hose, and it ended with a truce after you were both soaking wet by the end of your little ‘war.’

Korekiyo Shinguuji

You’re not the type of couple to do something so childish likeprank each other, but sometimes you just needed to let loose. You’re morelikely than Korekiyo to loosen up every once in a while, and you hoped thatthis would help him do so as well.

You text him while impatiently waiting outside – he was in themidst of sorting through his collection of old artifacts and otheranthropological items, reorganizing them and completely lost in what he was doing.

He was so fascinated by his work that he almost missed your text. “Love, come outside and help me bring in the groceries, please.”

Korekiyo glances at his now brightly lit-up phone screen and a soft smileappears on his lips. He slowly makes his way outside with no response, curiously eyeingthe abandoned groceries sitting on the driveway.

He was always willing to help you, but now he was confused. Wherecould you have possibly gone? You were just here, after all.

He stands there,slightly bewildered as his internal anxiety starts to build and he grows moreand more concerned about your whereabouts by the second. Korekiyo knows that it’s just not like you to suddenly disappear like this so he started fearing the worst.

That’s when you sneak up behind him, slowly making your way alongthe side of the house and drench him with water whilst letting out a loud cry. You soaked his back, causing Korekiyo to whip around, the sudden sensationof cool water running down his back caused goosebumps to rise on his skin.

He stands there in disbelief for a moment, irritated huffing butyou don’t let up, and simply spray his front-side as well.

Korekiyo sighs andstarts to examine his now wet clothes, pulling his hair back into a long ponytail and shakes his head. He wondered why you would do something like this, and why you found it amusing.

Eyes still wide from shock, he gives you an intimidating glare butdoesn’t say a lot. You frown a bit, hoping that you didn’t go too far and thathe wasn’t actually upset with you. But to your relief, Korekiyo places a kisson your forehead as he brushes past you, making his way to the driveway to do what you called him out here for.

With a sigh, he just picks up the groceries in his arms and spins on his heel before returning to his work. He didn’t give youmuch of a response, not even a word. Korekiyo leaves you there, trying to piecetogether his emotions.

You think you hear a soft chuckle from inside the house after he slides past you, though, and a tiny smile forms on your lips.

Gonta Gokuhara

You’re not the kind of couple to really prank each other and youdidn’t pull stuff like this on Gonta because you didn’t think he wouldn’trespond well.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You saw the water-gun whileshopping and something inside of you started to stir with possibilities, andseeing his cute, surprised face would all be worth it.

Since this wasn’t like either of you, you knew you would be able to get the jump on him as well. Where could you go wrong?

Once you arrive home, you send Gonta a loving text asking him to comeoutside and help carry the groceries in for you.

He jumps up and forgets what he was doing, but that’s notimportant now! Of course he was going to help you, that’s what a real gentlemanwould do after all! He skipped outside without a second thought since it was his duty to help you in any way possible.

With a wide smile plastered on his face, Gonta steps outside andlooks around curiously. He was confused when he didn’t see you waiting for him,calling your name loudly. Your car was here, but neither you or the groceries were anywhere to be found.

His happiness quickly deteriorates when you jump out from behindthe car and start spraying him with the water-gun.

Gonta was stunned, and let out a loud animal-like cry, afraid hewas being attacked. His heart pounded against his chest as he saw red andstumbled backwards.

Then, he heard your laughter and looked up at you, pulling the hair out of his face, now unsure of what todo. “What? Gonta confused…” He didn’t realize that this was your doingand immediately relaxed, the tension in his body started to dissipate.

He sat on the ground in the puddle he created, his clothes all wet - it looked like he just took a shower with clothes on. His face was a bit red and Gonta was still somewhat annoyed, but now more confused than anything else.

When you started giggling, he returned the laughter, still with an uncertain expression. He definitely didn’t think it was funny,but as long as you were happy then he couldn’t be too upset.

Gonta picks himself up off the ground and carries the groceries inside, then returnsto you, still soaking wet with water dripping down his hair and skin whilst trying to engulf you in a big hug. He left a water trail leading into the kitchen after walking inside, and you sigh when you realize that you’re going to be the one to clean it up.

That, and the giant bear hug, obviously, got you wet as well; now hewas the one laughing.

Somehow, he managed to finesse the water-gun out of your hands andas Gonta was examining it, he accidentally pulled the trigger and sprayedhimself in the face with water again, causing you to burst into anothergiggling fit. The two of you stood there, coming down from your giggles as the reality set in of just how much you were going to have to clean.

Ryoma Hoshi

Knowing your boyfriend, he isn’t the type of person to just letloose on a whim. Still, you wanted to have a little fun every once in a while –that couldn’t hurt, right?

You told Ryoma that you were going to the grocery, which wasn’t alie, you just happened to pick up more than what was on your list… oops.

What can you say? You saw an opportunity and took it.

Once you got home, you text your boyfriend to help you carrythings inside since you couldn’t do it all yourself.

“Babe, will you come outside and help bring the groceries in?”

He was typically a bit more stubborn but you happened to catch him ina good mood. Ryoma was more than happy to help right now! His morning had been great, better than usual, and he was positive that nothing could ruin it… or, at least that’s what he wanted.

Too bad his upbeat mood wouldn’t stay like that forever…

As soon as he stepped foot outside, you jumped out from the bushes andstarted to spray his side and face with water. This caught him completely by surprise, andsince he didn’t see that it was just you at first, Ryoma started spewing some pretty colorful threats and swears.

Your familiar giggling caused him to falter, though, and Ryomastood there in silence, passively taking the water that was hounding him. After finally lowering your gun, you saw the angry look inhis eyes and bit your lip. Did you go too far?

All he could do was sigh and roll his eyes before snapping, “That isn’t very funny, (Y/N).” A part of you felt bad because you thought that Ryoma would at least crack a smile, maybe a small laugh.

Looking at him though, you could see where he was coming from. His small body was now drenched from head to toe with water and you hadn’t even sprayed him that much.

Even his footsteps left little wet puddles on the ground as he walked. You didn’t mean to get him that badly, but you couldn’t deny that you found it somewhat amusing. Clearly, your boyfriend didn’t share your sense of humor, though.

Ryoma continued shaking his head to get his point across as he lifted the groceries and carried as many as he could into the home. He shot you another glare in passing before averting his eyes away.

But as he turned his face away from you, you notice the faint hint of a smile spread across his lips and felt comfort.

As much as Ryoma wanted to seem annoyed and cold-hearted, you knew that he couldn’t be angry with you… and you were right, he did find it funny, he just wouldn’t admit it and give you the satisfaction of ambushing him like that.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #killing harmony #shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #ouma kokichi #kokichi ouma #oma kokichi #amami rantarou #rantaro amami #kiibo #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi

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angstyzebra · 5 years

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Safe With You Here

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Prompt - Poison/Venom

Fandom - Voltron: Legendary Defender

Relationship - Lance x Shiro

Words - 1,600

Lance should’ve known something was up as soon as he realized some of the sentries were using guns with bullets rather than laser guns. He thought it strange but decided to ignore it. There were more important things he had to focus on at the moment, such as running away from said guns.

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The team had gone to check out a seemingly abandoned Galra transport ship, and they split up to cover the many levels faster. They assumed it would be safe, considering Pidge scanned the place for heat signatures and nothing showed up.

Lance was assigned the lowest levels of the base. Which, in his opinion, were the most boring. From what he’d seen so far, they only held extra food and supplies. On the bright side, the search was going fast and Lance had hope that he would have some time to fit a nap in before afternoon team training, and possibly get Shiro to cuddle with him during it. The team had to get up way earlier than normal for this mission. It seemed the others felt the same way, if the occasional yawns over the comms were anything to go by.

“Lance seems awfully quiet today.” teased Keith. “Didn’t get enough beauty sleep?”

“Shut up, I’m tired.” he muttered back. He knew it was only a joke, as Keith tended to pick on Lance when he was feeling a bit restless. The uneventful mission must have prompted it. Their so-called rivalry had become more light-hearted bickering as of late, but Lance didn’t sleep well the night before due to a nightmare and just wasn’t in the mood.

“No comeback, Lance? You really must be tired.” Pidge chimed in.

“Alright, enough.” Shiro said. He seemed unhappy with the early mission as well, but Allura wanted to check the ship since they were already in the area. There were more missions than usual lately and they all needed a break, but it wasn’t often that they came across an abandoned Galra ship like this.

The silence that followed didn’t last long, however, as Lance came across an old-looking sentry sitting next to the doorway of a dark room. It appeared to be powerless, so Lance was going to walk past it and into the room. As soon as he walked in, the eyes of about twenty sentries glowed red and he began to back away.

“Guys-” Before he could say anything else, they started shooting at him. “Shit!” he yelled as he ran to duck behind a big metal box in the hallway.

“Lance, what’s wrong?” Shiro asked, now much more alert.

Lance poked his head out to look for somewhere to escape to, but was nearly shot in the head. It looked like he would just have to risk running without a plan. “There’s a bunch of active sentries down here shooting at me. I don’t think I can take them all, there’s too many.”

At that moment, Lance realized there was the sound of things hitting the metal box. Were they using bullets?

“Try to take cover somewhere until we get down there. We’ll be there as soon as we can. Everyone, head for Lance’s location.” Shiro ordered.

Everybody called out their affirmations before the line went quiet again.

The sentries were getting closer and Lance didn’t want to lose his cover, but he didn’t have much of a choice. “Here goes nothing.” he murmured to himself before bookin it down the hallway, searching for another open room to hide in.

He tried to cover his back with his shield, but it was awkward to hold that way. Whose idea was it to make the armor not cover the whole body?

Inevitably, a bullet hit Lance in the right arm and he cried out, almost losing his footing. A room was up ahead, and Lance hoped there would be no sentries inside as he sped up his pace. Right before he got in, another bullet hit him in the left leg. He closed the door behind him and pushed a large box, similar to the one in the hallway, in front of the door to block it.

He collapsed against the wall and groaned in pain, checking his arm and leg to find them bleeding from where he was hit. With laser guns, their heat cauterized the wound right away. Bullets couldn’t do that, and Lance was getting worried at how the blood just wouldn’t stop .

Just then, Hunk’s voice came from the comms. “Lance, are you okay? I’m the closest one to you and I’ll be there in just a minute.”

Lance responded in a strained voice, “I’m in a room now and the sentries are outside. But the sentries have bullets instead of laser guns. I was hit twice and I’m bleeding a lot.”

“I’ll tell Coran to get a pod ready.” Keith said. “Try to put pressure where you were hit.”

“Okay.” Lance was pressing down as hard in both places, but something felt a bit… off.

He was starting to feel unusually dizzy and his vision was beginning to fade. He thought it was because of the blood loss at first, but looked down and noticed some sort of translucent green liquid coming from the bullet wound on his leg.

“What the…” Lance ran a finger through it and brought it up to his nose. There was a strange smell to it that made him feel uneasy. “Guys, I don't think bullets are supposed to leak green stuff.” was the last thing he said before losing consciousness.

When Lance woke up again, he was falling out of a healing pod and into someone's warm arms. The pod felt much colder than usual, and he shivered as he tried to steady his own feet. But it was in vain, as he couldn't find the strength in him to stand on his own, and he had to lean on this person. Lance looked up with blurry vision and recognized the person as Shiro.

Lance groaned when Shiro began to walk, guiding him to a cot near the pod. He helped Lance sit down on it and handed him a water pouch. His throat was much drier than usual and he was feeling a bit nauseous.

After taking a few sips, Lance cleaned his throat and spoke. "I thought pods were supposed to make me feel better."

Shiro huffed out a laugh and laid a hand on Lance's shoulder, then pressed a quick kiss to his hair. "The green liquid in those bullets was poison, Lance. The pod could only heal the wounds, you'll have to wait for the rest of the poison to get out of your system."

At the mention of the older Altean, Lance looked over Shiro's shoulder to find the rest of the room empty. "Where's everyone else anyway?" he asked.

"It's the night cycle right now so they should all be asleep. I called for Coran when you came out of the pod, so he should be here soon."

Lance didn't even realize that Shiro called Coran, he must really be out of it.

Just then, the door opened and said Altean walked in. "Lance, you're out earlier than expected. Lie down so I can run a quick scan."

Lance laid back as Coran grabbed the medical scanner from a nearby table and brought over to wave it over Lance. The bullet wounds are completely healed. However, you're going to experience some fever-like symptoms for about a week while the poison clears out. Until then, you're going to need to get rest and drink lots of water."

"I'm actually feeling really tired . I'll go to my room and sleep for the night." He hopped up off the cot but lost his balance, falling forward.

Luckily, Shiro was there to catch him just as he had when the pod opened. "Not so fast, sharpshooter. You're really weak right now because of the poison. Besides, we need to get some food into you first and then you can rest."

Lance groaned dramatically. "Fine. But you have to carry me."

"That was the plan, you big baby." Shiro teased.

When they got to the kitchen, Shiro set Lance down at the counter and got some of the soup Hunk had made the day before. But when Shiro set it down in front of Lance, he grimaced. "Shiro… I love Hunk's cooking, I really do, but just looking at this is making the urge to throw up very hard to ignore."

Shiro took the seat next to Lance's and patted his knee. "I know you feel bad right now, but can you try eating just a little?" Shiro asked.

Lance picked up the spoon and managed one mouthful before dropping it back into the bowl and covering his face with his hands. "I just want to sleep." He mumbled.

"I know, baby. Just a few more bites." When Lance didn't move, Shiro prompted, "I'll cuddle you all night. I'll even watch one of those silly chick flicks with you."

Lance looked to Shiro with a brow raised, before sighing and picking up the spoon again. "You know exactly how to persuade a man." Lance tried to keep his voice indifferent, but his growing smile gave away his amusement. Shiro snorted and ruffled Lance's hair. The blue paladin swatted his hands away and laughed. "Stop that, you jerk , I might spill the soup!"

Lance knew that as long as Shiro was there, he wouldn't have to worry about a thing. His big beefy boyfriend would be there to take care of him no matter what.

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crossbowking · 6 years

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The Road Ahead : Chapter 4

Chapter Index HERE

Summary : (Set in the beginning of season 1) Anna Brooks lost everything after the world ended — the last remaining part of herself being her older brother, who she lost contact with after communications dropped. While en route towards Atlanta to find him, Anna’s truck breaks down, leaving her at the mercy of the cruel new world. Now, Anna must face her fears head on as she struggles to deal with devastating loss, constant danger, and finding her way in a land that now belongs to the dead. But sometimes, a glimmer of hope can be found disguised as a short-tempered, hard-headed redneck who may just save her life in more ways than one.

Pairings : Daryl x Original Female Character

Warnings : Slow-Burn, Language/Violence/typical Walking Dead themes

Author’s Note : I’m so happy everyone is enjoying this series so far! I’ve also gotten a lot of positive feedback about Anna’s addition to the story, so I’m super pumped y’all are liking her! Thanks for all the love!

If you’ve asked to be added to my tag list and aren’t getting notified, I’ve BOLDED the blogs that I’m unable to tag for some reason. Either your account is hidden from the search bar or maybe I have the wrong username or something, but let me know if there’s anything I can do on MY end to allow you to be tagged.

Happy reading!!!

xx crossbowking

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Previously…

Anna swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing away any thoughts regarding the gruff redneck who’d saved her life.

She was on a mission — live or die, this was the right decision. Family was the most important thing and damn it, if she didn’t have her family, what did she really have left?

Forcing herself to take a calming breath, Anna began to map out a game plan as the Atlanta skyline came into view.

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Now...

The simple five-mile trek to the city ended up taking much longer than expected.

The closer Anna got to Atlanta, the more walkers she stumbled upon — some in groups, some ambling about solo. But she’d spotted a larger looking herd spread out along the main highway and decided backroads were her safest bet.

Once the sun began to set, allowing some of that brutal Georgian heat to fade, Anna decided to pull over for the night, not wanting to navigate the city in the dark. She discovered a rundown gas station with an attached market right on the outskirts of the city and figured it was as safe as any to hole up in for the night. Seeing as Merle had drunk all of her remaining water earlier, she was in desperate need of supplies and prayed the mini-mart hadn’t already been ransacked.

Anna parked her pickup behind the building, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and scanned the area for any signs of biters or other survivors. When all seemed quiet, she crept through the back door of the building, feeling her heart drop when she noticed that the door had already been broken down.

Keeping her pistol aimed and ready, Anna slithered through the back storage area, forcing herself not to gag as the smell of rotted produce hit her. She paused at the doorway that led into the main area, waiting with baited breath for any telltale signs of walkers — but all she heard was silence.

Anna took a breath and continued into the store. She inspected each aisle thoroughly, her gun never wavering from her vice-like grip — but she eventually came to the comforting realization that the store was vacant. She exhaled heavily, feeling her nerves settle for the first time since she’d been on the road.

Anna glanced through the dirty, smudge-stained front windows and spotted the dimming sun — it’s brilliant orange and red colors setting the room ablaze around her. She figured she had about thirty minutes left of sunlight — enough time to search the store for supplies and barricade all the entrances.

As suspected, the mini-mart had already been scavenged, leaving little to no supplies that would prove useful. She did manage to find a couple jars of canned food that had rolled underneath the shelves — most likely knocked over by walkers or hurried survivors that hadn’t bothered to crawl along the floor in search of them — and a couple protein bars hidden behind the counter. It wasn’t much — she would still feel that ever looming ache of hunger in her gut — but it would keep her alive for a couple more days and that was what mattered.

Finding water became her main issue — humans could go a month without food, but three days without water…now, that was a death sentence.

The refrigerators had been totally cleared out — except for a single can of Red Bull that’d been wedged underneath the bottom rack. Anna popped open the Red Bull, desperate to quench her growing thirst. The moment the lukewarm liquid hit her lips, instant relief washed over her, no matter how brief the sensation. She forced herself to take only three small sips, saving the rest for later, before continuing her search.

Anna checked the small, dingy bathroom next, the stench inside enough to send her stomach rolling. But she held her breath and made her way towards the sink, turning on the faucet in hopes that the pipes might still have some water left in them — she wasn’t all too surprised when they turned up empty. It’d been a long shot, but she was growing more desperate with each minute that ticked by.

Right before she turned to leave, her reflection in the mirror above the sink caught her attention. She froze, using her hand wipe away some of the grime coating the glass, unable to hide her shaky intake of breath as she looked at herself fully for the first time in weeks.

She was covered in a mixture of blood and dirt, the dried flakes caked into every crevice of her body, masking her Italian complexion. Her once vibrant, dark brown hair now hung limply down her back, stringy from grease and sweat and lack of basic hygiene. Her face was too thin, with hollowed out cheekbones and light brown eyes that looked too big for her face. With a shaky hand, Anna softly ran her hand over her features, hovering for a moment over her jutted out collarbones.

She was beginning to look like one of the dead.

But it was her eyes that scared her the most — dark circles beneath vacant eyes that had seen too much and done too little. She barely recognized the twenty-seven-year-old woman staring back at her — it was some sort of twisted, warped version of herself, obscured by thick, suffocating layers of pain and guilt and hopelessness.

Anna quickly shoved away from the mirror, unable to stand the sight of herself any longer. She slammed the door to the bathroom shut behind her, taking a moment to lean against the wood and calm her breathing. Her hands trembled at her sides — she told herself it was from lack of sleep and nutrients. But she knew deep down that wasn’t true.

“Focus,” Anna murmured quietly, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from screaming. She licked her chapped lips, her mouth feeling drier than ever as she contemplated her next move.

The sun was just a sliver now, sinking deeper into the Earth. Anna pushed away from the bathroom door, determined to finish what she started before darkness enveloped the store.

She made quick work of closing off the two main exits in the front and back, using old slabs of plywood from the storage room and scattered shelving units to block the open doorways. Her last means of protection was gathering empty cans she found strewn around the store and piling them beneath the single busted open window — so if anyone tried to sneak in through the night, she’d hear them before she saw them.

Anna set up a makeshift bed hidden behind the counter — using her backpack as a pillow and her flannel as a blanket. She tried not to think about how dirty the floor was. Did it really matter at this point?

Anna took a deep breath, turning onto her side and curling her knees into her chest, feeling a shiver wrack through her as she pulled her flannel tighter around her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d fallen asleep unafraid. Even when her parents were alive and she wasn’t surviving on her own, she never slept sound. There were just too many bad things that could happen while her eyes were closed.

She watched the final moments of sunlight dance along the wall before nighttime swallowed the colors into its shadows. The store was deathly still, void of any sound besides Anna’s quiet breathing — the silence was deafening, almost too much to bear.

Anna slipped her hand into her backpack, pulling out a small flashlight she kept in the side pocket and switched the light on. She exhaled shakily, pointing the bright beam on the wall opposite of her. A memory came rushing back to her as she stared at the illuminated, off-white drywall.

Anna’s four-year-old eyes were wide and fearful as she watched the relentless strokes of lightning bounce off her bedroom walls, a deep rumble of thunder shaking her room soon after. Her fingers gripped tightly around the edge of her blanket, pulling the soft fabric up to her chin as she trembled. With each bolt of lightning, the shadows of the branches outside her window flashed onto her walls like outstretched fingers, inching closer and closer to her with each strike.

A particularly earth-shattering crack of thunder evoked a sharp yelp out of Anna’s mouth, causing her to jump out of bed and rush out of her room. She crept down the hallway, her favorite stuffed bunny tucked safely between her arm and ribcage. She reached the door next to her own and pressed her ear against the wood, waiting to hear any signs of movement. Another deep rumbling shook the floor beneath her and Anna quietly cracked the door open.

She slipped inside the room, gently closing the door behind her. Hovering at the doorway, she squeezed her stuffed bunny to her chest, straining her eyes to see through the dark. “Ben?” she whispered softly but heard nothing in return. “Ben?” she tried again a little louder.

Anna heard sheets rustle before a groggy voice spoke up. “Annie?”

“I’m scared,” Anna squeaked, wincing as another bolt of lightning lit up the room.

“Where’s mom and dad?” Ben rasped sleepily, propping himself up onto his elbows.

“Daddy said not to bother Mommy when she’s not feeling good.”

She heard her ten-year-old brother sigh softly, followed by some more rustling. “C’mere,” he murmured.

“But I can’t see anything,” she pointed out, fear lacing her words.

Anna heard another long sigh come from Ben. His bed creaked as he slipped out from under the covers and padded over to where his sister stood. “Here,” he yawned, reaching out and taking her hand in his.

She squeezed onto his grasp, already feeling safer alongside her big brother as he guided her back towards his bed. Anna scurried up the mattress, wiggling under the covers and scooting over to make room on the tiny mattress. Ben slid under the sheets beside her, making himself comfortable once more.

But Anna couldn’t seem to shake her panic. Her eyes were glued to the window, watching the trees bend with the howling wind, waiting for one to snap and come hurling through the glass. “Ben?”

“Hm?” the older brother hummed tiredly.

“I’m scared.”

Ben yawned, rolling onto his side, his back facing Anna. “It’s fine. Go to sleep,” he murmured, words jumbled as he fought off sleep.

“Are we gonna die?” Anna whispered meekly, pulling the covers up to her chin as she scooted a fraction of an inch closer to her brother.

Ben’s eyes shot open and he slowly rolled over onto his other side, coming face to face with Anna’s wide eyes. “Don’t worry,” he finally murmured. “It’s just a storm.”

She nodded her head quickly but jumped as another roar of thunder sounded, her eyes shooting back to watch the window. Ben frowned slightly. “Hey,” he nudged his sister with his elbow, her eyes locking back with his. “Wanna see something cool?”

Anna nodded once again, holding her bunny closer to her chest. Ben grunted as he scooted himself up into a sitting position, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand and pulling out a flashlight from the back. Anna watched inquisitively as Ben made himself comfortable, leaning his back against the headboard, propping a pillow up beneath him — his sister mimicked his stance.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, her curiosity briefly distracting her from the storm.

Ben flicked on the flashlight. “Watch this,” he whispered, pointing the beam of light onto the opposite wall. Then, he twisted his hands into a specific shape and held them in front of the flashlight, his shadow lighting up the wall.

“A puppy!” Anna gasped, a toothy smile spreading over her face as she watched the shadow dance along the wall.

Ben grinned, transforming his hand from a dog to a duck. “Quack, quack!” he sounded quietly, eliciting a giggle from his sister who watched in awe.

“Whoa,” she breathed, mystified.

“Pretty neat, huh?” he smirked, her eyes lighting up as Ben created a new animal on the wall.

“A bunny!” Anna squealed, scrambling to kneel on the bed. “Like mine, Ben! See! Look!” she beamed, holding her bunny towards her brothers face.

Ben nodded, patting the top of the bunny’s head gently. “See? The dark’s not so scary. You just gotta find a light. And then you can make shadow puppets.”

Anna smiled sweetly, wriggling back under the covers, her eyes never leaving the wall. Ben glanced down at her, watching her eyelids grow heavier as he continued to create more animals, the shadows gliding along the wall.

The storm began to settle — the thunderous roars dimming, the lightning becoming less frequent — as Anna finally fell asleep, her head lolling over to rest against Ben’s shoulder. He sighed, her soft snores tugging at his heart as he flicked off his flashlight.

Not wanting to wake her, Ben remained sitting upright, instead choosing to rest his head on top of hers, until sleep eventually came for him as well.

Anna snapped back to reality, feeling a sob rise in her throat as she watched the flashlight shine against the mini-marts crumbling wall. With a shaky hand, she held two fingers in front of the light, creating the outline of a bunny’s shadow against the wall. She sniffled, feeling a tear slide down her cheek as she thought of her brother and how badly she wished he were with her right now. He would know what to do. He always did.

Anna heard a gust of wind blow outside, the trees groaning in protest, leaves scraping against the pavement as they swirled alongside the breeze. Not wanting to waste whatever little amount of battery she had left, she turned the flashlight off, becoming consumed in nothing but darkness.

She held the flashlight to her chest, curling inward as a hunger pain rocked through her body, her lips cracked and dry with thirst, unease coursing through her veins.

Then, with nothing more left to do, Anna cried herself into a restless sleep.

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A/N : Awh...poor Anna...

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