#Undead Andy X Reader

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Cheering Up A Depressed Andy

(Slight) Andy X FemReader

Ratings: T+

Warnings: Drinking, insults, mentions of death, slight spoilers

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) I am obsessed with Undead Unluck right now and I had to write a self indulgent Andy fic! I do ship him and Fuuko really hard but Andy is too perfect not to crush on. So while I have a ship I still want to enjoy some reader inserts with this handsome and unhinged dude! So this happened as I was so excited about a little of Andy's past getting animated! I had a little too much fun with the dialog too but I hope you all enjoy it! Until next time happy reading!

~Countess

Being a bounty hunter had it's perks though it was one of the toughest jobs offered in the growing country you live in. You had met your fair share of folks and about took out as many as well. The types of people you hunted, weren't like the upstanding citizens in normal towns you passed through. So they really weren't missed and kept their would be victims safe another day. You had just gotten finished with a particularly large bounty, so after collecting your reward you made the decision that you deserved a much needed break. Heading over to the next town, you carved yourself a place for the next two weeks or more.

After a week into your relaxation a stranger blew into town you never met before. He was a quiet character and it seemed like trouble drew to him like flies to a carcass. He was aloof and refused to speak much. Questions were answered with simple answers and he never gave more information than necessary. Even renting a room in the tavern/inn you were occupying had become awkward as he refused to answer the majority of the owner's questions. Only made worse when he was a coin short of the payment to stay. Without a word you dug into the pockets of your well worn pants before flipping it to the owner with amazing accuracy. He pocketed the man's payment quickly and the stranger turned around taking in your feminine form as you downed the rest of your glass and tipped your hat. Standing from the chair you made your way up the stairs, ignoring the jeers from the men below, your curiosity piquing the more you stayed close to the gray haired man.

A few more days passed by and still the gray haired stranger occupied the same space as you. He kept his distance, though he acted indifferent you could tell he watched his surroundings with an attentive gaze. The card in his forehead was a mystery that was driving you crazy. And even though the numerous tavern girls seemed to flock to him, he had no interest. The only thing he seemed to enjoy was the brawls that would break out, the majority of the time it was men starting arguments with him. The fights didn't last long and he always came out on top. He didn't joke. He didn't laugh. He rarely said a word. And despite yourself you found yourself sitting closer and closer to him every night. He was a mystery and you could feel the sad loneliness rolling off of him in waves. You should have ended your reprieve then and there. Left town and went back to what you were good at. But something deep inside nagged at you. You couldn't leave this man alone and part of you dreaded that you were going to pay a steep price for your curiosity.

The next night after finishing your meal, you went to the bar ordering two drinks and paying for them. The heavy glasses not the only weight as your heavy heart pounded in your chest. The enigma of the man sitting in his normal spot, pushing around the scraps on his plate. He didn't even jump or look up as you thudded the glass before him. After a few seconds, you cleared your throat, loudly. You didn't take kindly to being ignored, especially when you were doing a good deed. Those were rare and if this man had any sense he would be grateful.

He looked up, blue eyes dull and full of caution. It made you suck in a breath as he looked handsome far away, but up close he was stunning.

"Drink," you asked and he grunted in reply. Knocking the chair at his side back with your boot, you parked yourself right next to him throwing your slender legs up and crossing your ankles on the table top. Knocking your glass against his hard, you took a loud long guzzle. You sighed before gazing at him, waiting for the same.

"Not very ladylike are you," he asked simply.

You shrugged, "Not particularly. Can't afford to be in my line of work. Are you going to drink that or not? I paid for it and I won't let it go to waste."

He chuckled, though the mirth didn't make it to his eyes. He finally picked up the glass giving it a healthy swig.

"Good boy," you cooed and he glared.

"You buy drinks for men often?"

"Nope," you picked at your nails. "Even sad puppy dog eyed men get ignored by me. So you should feel very special. You tugged on my dried up heartstrings."

"They're not that dry then," he scoffed.

"Keep talking and that beer will disappear."

"Yeah," he took another drink. "Down my throat anyway."

You glared harder taking your feet off the table to lean in closer, "I may just shove that glass down your throat too while I'm at it."

He bared his teeth, "I'd like to see you try."

You shot upwards, snarling at him before quicker than a flash, he hooked his foot on your chair leg tugging it forward. The sturdy wood hit the back of your knees, crashing you back down into the seat. You sat stunned for a moment, unused to people gaining the upper hand on you.

"Simmer down I was joking," he rolled his eyes. "Whatever you do for a living sure did take your sense of humor."

"And here I thought the sad washed up sap no longer had one," you retorted quickly.

"I may be lost in thought but I can keep up with the best of them," his gaze darted back to you. "Just remember that."

A few tense moments passed by and the patrons that had watched the exchange between you both, started to relax. Even the owner had been tense as he didn't want his establishment wrecked by a fight between the two of you. With your glass empty, you stood to go get another one, when his hand wrapped around your wrist. Pouring the rest of the liquid that remained in his glass into yours. You sat there stunned at the kindness.

"I've had enough," he shrugged.

Your finger circled around the smudged rim as you now didn't know how to act around him. Many people didn't treat you nicely and if they did they always wanted something or take advantage of you.

"Got a name," you finally asked the curiosity not leaving you alone.

"No."

"Where you from?"

"Don't know."

"Well you're just a well of knowledge. Good chat," you rolled your eyes. "Guess I'll just call you bigmouth."

"Please. Don't."

"What," you grinned deviously, "do you prefer idiot? Maybe moron? Boring?"

"I get it," he waved a large hand.

You pouted thinking that would have gotten a rise out of him.

"Just call me Vic," he replied confused where he pulled that name from his mind.

"I think I rather call you bigmouth," you stated.

"Don't care."

Crossing your arms while slumping in the seat, you were starting to get annoyed for the lack of progress. The longer you spoke to Vic, the more your curiosity grew instead of shrinking.

"Soooo wanna share why you got such a long face over here," you asked.

"I rather not," he seemed to shrink further into his shell.

"Fine. I'll tell you something about myself first and then you have to at least give me something."

Vic shook his head but waved for you to continue. He remained quiet letting you have a moment of victory as you wouldn't let up until you got some bit of information from him.

"I'm a bounty hunter," you showed him the badge that normally hung between your breasts under your shirt. "Been all over this country and taken out many criminals. Been needing a break so I've been staying here."

Vic nodded, "I've been travelling myself. Taking out my own class of criminals with my team."

"Where is your team," you asked and immediately regretted it as he stiffened.

He looked away, emotion clogging up his throat a little bit, "They're dead. They were killed thanks to a barmaid who saved herself. I was the only one who survived."

That was one of the main reasons you refused to recruit on your missions. You didn't want to lose anyone and it was hard for you to get along with others very often."

"Sorry to hear that."

He shrugged again, "So I rather travel alone. It hurts less."

"That's the main reason I travel alone. Nobody to mourn and if I get turned into bird food. Then nobody is around to mourn me either."

"That's a sad existence," he replied.

"You chose the same existence as me," you pointed out, laughing into your mug.

He chuckled and this time the amusement made it's way to his eyes, "I guess I did. But it doesn't mean I don't make friends along the way."

"Are you calling me a friend there Vic?"

"We're drinking together aren't we," he pointed to the two mugs.

"I think I'm doing the majority of the drinking here," you said matter-of-factly.

Without another word Vic gave the owner the sign for two more drinks. He nodded getting to work filling two more glasses.

"My hero," you cooed kissing his cheek quickly. Vic sat there stunned for a few moments. You grinned smugly as you felt like you got some revenge for the seat ordeal he just pulled moments ago. Despite never trusting easily, you found yourself comfortable around Vic. He still had so many things left to uncover and you knew as soon as your time was up in town, you both would go your separate ways. But for this night and the last moments you and him would enjoy each other's company. Vic watched you closely and despite telling himself not to get close, he couldn't keep that promise to himself. You were too fascinating to him and he felt himself falling. Needing to know more, needing to get closer. He knew that it would end and that would be that, but for these quiet and blissful moments he would allow himself a chance to enjoy something good and fun. Until he was finally able to find his purpose or he found the death he craved. He hoped to find more people like you through his long journey, but this was your chance and you both wouldn't squander it.

[deathc-re]

your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

[sweetimpurity]

HIS HANDS-

SFW

When you’re in the kitchen- his big hands appearing on your shoulders, at first, his thumbs gently kneading into the tense muscles at the back of your neck. His lips soon following and grazing your neck from behind. Sometimes he forgets his strength, or maybe your muscles are just so tense all the time. He presses a little harder and it almost hurts. Hurts in such a pleasant way. He presses firm and deep, trying to relieve you of all the physical stress you carry around. Or his hands coming around your waist, splaying out flat on your tummy, running up your abdomen, his mouth moving to kiss the side of your throat, feeling your pulse beneath the soft skin, and his arms wrapping all the way around. You’re all wrapped up in him, engulfed in his embrace as he persuades you to leave whatever task you’re doing and come to bed.

When he’s driving- and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, watching the city pass by. Could be date night and his fingers dance along your inner thigh, or rest on your knee. The veins in his hands prominent, his fingertips rough along your tender skin. His thumb running over the curve of your thigh. And when he’s bold, maybe stopped at a red light, he’s sliding his hand up a bit further. Only stopping when you grab his wrist, scolding him softly about how you haven’t even made it to the restaurant yet. He’d pout his lip or roll his eyes, driving along once the light turns green, just waiting until this torture can end and he can finally be all over you. 

When you’re playing with his hands- across the table, the center console, or just laying around the house. Spreading his long fingers out and pressing your palm to his. His fingers each a good inch longer than your own. Your digits weaving between his, softly grasping and his fingers following suit, squeezing your hand in his. Holding one of his big hands in two of your own, absentmindedly rubbing and massaging his palm. He watches your face with a soft smile. You don’t even know you’re doing it. Focused on something else maybe but he can’t help smiling knowing you can’t help touching him. 

When you’re married- playing with the ring on his finger. Hearing your rings clink together as you lace fingers. Every time you just think back to the wedding, to the promises you made to one another, the way you cried and the way he held you that night. Knowing that when other people see it, they’ll know he’s taken. That he’s yours.

When you’re angry/pouting- and he squishes your cheeks in his hand. Making you even more mad, maybe earning him a gentle smack on the arm or the silent treatment for the rest of the night. 

When you’re hugging him- and he always holds the back of your neck, under your hair, his hand wrapped around and keeping you so close, so safe and supported. Like he won’t let you go until he knows you’ll be okay when he does. His other arm wrapped around your waist, letting you bury your face in his shoulder; in his neck.

When you’re getting dressed- for date night or something having to do with his work. And you’re dressing elegantly. He just can’t keep his eyes off, waiting for that magical moment when you call him over to help with the zipper or the corset in the back. When your sweet voice calls to him, he’s like a dog, coming in to help and his fingers itching to touch your skin. The backs of his knuckles dragging up your spine as he works the zipper up the fabric. Running his hands back down once it’s done and kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

NSFW

When he’s pinning your hands- to the bed; to the wall, above your head. Attacking your neck, your chest, with kisses, sucking marks into your skin all while keeping your hands away. His hand is big and strong enough to hold back both of your hands at once. Slotting his hips between your thighs, his body over yours, lacing his fingers with yours against the mattress so you can’t use them. You can’t touch him. He has total control. 

When his fingers dig in- to your thighs, your ass, your calves when your legs over his shoulders. Slapping your ass, smacking your inner thighs when he’s got you spread and sprawled on the bed. Taunting you with husked words and working you out. “You like that?” “You want more?” “So fucked out, baby- look at you…” Grabbing your cheeks when you’re losing all control, forcing you to look straight ahead at him, in his dark lust lidded eyes. “Don’t look away.” 

When he fingers you- all the way to orgasm. Maybe you’re in a place he can’t fully make you his. Maybe he’s driving as he does it. But there are too many prying eyes, so his hand disappears under your skirt/shorts and he’s pumping knuckle deep inside, curling his fingers at just the right spot, pressing the heel of his palm to your clit. His big thick fingers stretching you out, making you wetter, dripping onto your underwear that he’s practically ripped to shreds. Sometimes you think wearing no panties is the better move when going out with him because he’s ruined more pairs than you can count with those strong hands of his. He’ll finger you under the dinner table if no one can see it happening. And no one would know it’s happening because he’s so good at hiding what he’s doing to you. “Shh baby… can you be quiet for me?” “Be good and I’ll let you come.” “Be quiet or I’ll stop.” He says when your squirms or squeals threaten to give it away. 

When he’s holding your head down- against the pillows, ass up and face shoved in the fabric, one of his hands in your hair and the other holding your arm behind your back, pumping his hips into you, his pelvis knocking into your ass. Forcing the tension to build inside you, not letting you wiggle your way out. The sounds of sex filling the room along with your whines and the soft growls under his breath. This position always has you begging. For what, you’re not exactly sure, but you’re begging him “please please please!” and he drives into you harder, deeper, pushing you further into the pillows and slapping your ass raw. His deep voice mumbling about your perfect pussy, how pretty you sound, how well you take him, how much he needs you as he’s coming hard. 

When you’re on your back- his hips pumping, thrusting between your thighs. One leg over his arm and the other wrapped around his waist. His hands all over you, on your hips, your stomach, your thighs, until his fingers come to your chin, his thumb pressing to your bottom lip. “Suck.” He commands. Your eyes lock with his, taking the digit into your mouth, his thumb curling over and pressing on your tongue. His chest heaving and sweaty from multiple rounds, flushed to the tips of his ears, his eyes hazy and fucked. You suckle on the tip of his thumb, letting your tongue swirl around like you’re trying to read his fingerprint. He feels himself getting closer watching this, closer to coming for the umpteenth time. His dick swallowed and kissed by every sweet spot in your gushing perfection. Over and over again. “That’s it…good girl…” “Suck it, baby, suck on it…” He pants. His thumb comes out with a small pop! shoving his pointer and middle finger into your mouth and you instantly latch on, your hands grasping at his forearm, both gasping as you come together. 

MIGUEL, NANAMI, TOJI, Satoru, ANDY, Suguru, Sukuna, your fav <3

kinda hate this tbh but it's still hawt :/

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Andy Yandere Headcannons

Been in love with Undead Unluck lately, and Andy and Fuuko’s dynamic is so funny it hurts. So what would Andy be like if he was a yandere?

Andy can’t die, no matter what. It’s been his dream to finally rest in peace, but after accidentally bumping into you on a street, his whole perspective changed. Maybe being undead isn’t so bad after all, if it means he can spend eternity with you.

Andy is the total protective type. Cooking? Let him handle the sharp cutlery. Going out? Let him tag along to protect you from any brutes. If he’s on a mission? You’re absolutely staying behind, and if you have to tag along you can bet your ass he’s next to you 24/7.

He’s super touchy too. He loves holding you in his arms, holding hands, wrapping his arm across your shoulder, and giving warm hugs. He won’t admit it, but having you close to him always has his heart go crazy. You’re like a drug he can’t get enough of. His reason to live after having none for so long.

If you’d let him, he wouldn’t mind going all the way with you.

Not really the jealous type. He’s confident no one can bring you happiness like he can, and if he has any rivals — hey, he can just take care of ‘em, can’t he? He’s strong for a reason.

If he sees you with another guy though or a girl too friendly with you, you can bet your ass he’ll be grilling you about who they are, how you know them, and what they are to you. If he doesn’t like what he hears? You’re in for a doozy. He’s lived longer than you have so he knows the true nature of people. Anyone he deems unsafe to be around, you can’t hang out with.

He’s so loud and brash, you frankly can’t ignore him. Try to give him the silent treatment and he’ll just kidnap you and hold you hostage in his arms until you give. He doesn’t play that way.

Definitely a stalker, but real conspicuous about it. He knows where you live, where you work, who your family is, what your hobbies are. He’ll straight up tell you he’s planted a tracker on your phone (for protective reasons) and that he’s installed security cameras around and inside your house. Ya know, for safety. Can’t have you getting kidnapped now.

[isu-desu]

Daily Andy! Day (95/100)

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

Dead Men Tell No Tales

Warnings: Murder, Death, Non-con

Word count: 2,423

Pairings: Undead Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader tries to move on from her dark past.

~ indicates time change

- indicates a POV change

A/N: I have absolutely no idea when I wrote this but I know it was for a challenge long closed out. I'm writing an Andy Barber, Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes, and Ransom Drysdale series and then I think I'll start dabbling in Konig and Ghost from COD so stay tuned.

Killing someone isn’t that hard. It’s the build up that’s hard. Buying the gun, planning the murder perfectly, coming up with a story. That’s the hard part. But, pulling the trigger on the fuckers who have been torturing you for years? No, that’s the best part. Two shots and the stress and pain that plagued your life is now gone. Both of them, bleeding out on the carpet.

Your story was simple, you were acting in self defense. The call to the police 5 minutes prior secured you a good motive, along with the many bruises that decorated your body.

Their funeral was short. Not many in attendance, just you and the officer that responded to the call, officer Sam Wilson. He was your comfort. After everything he offered to drive you to work, help you move into a new place, and asked if you’d like to accompany him on a coffee date.

He was perfect. The complete contrast to the two men who you’d called your lovers in the past. Two years later and you and Sam had tied the knot. A year later and you had welcomed home a little girl named Valentina Anne Wilson. Two years after that another girl named Salem Margot Wilson, then one year after that a boy named Samuel Tennessee Wilson. Your life was perfect, and 10 years later you couldn’t even remember Steve or Bucky.

~

“Bye daddy!” You and your kids waved bye to your husband as he went off to work. He’d started working night shifts on the weekends to help out more at the station. That was your husband, the ever helping man. Those were one of the reasons you loved him

You kissed him goodbye as he promised to see you guys in the morning. You watched him drive away into the Saturday night as you shut the door before locking it. 

“Alright, kiddos, what are we going to do tonight?” Saturdays were movie nights after having game nights on Fridays. 

“Scary movie!” Valentina ran to the back then came back down the hallway, holding a DVD pack.

“Night of the Living Dead?” It was an old movie, probably in Sam’s old collection, but you were still nervous your kids were too young. “I don’t know, V, Sammy is still only 7.”

“In a half.”

“In a half,” you correct yourself. 

“Pleaseee, we can all handle it!” Salem looked at you with puppy dog eyes that she got from her father. They always broke you. 

“Oh alright, but only if you guys promise to close your eyes when I say and tell me when you get scared.”

“We promise!” You smiled at your kids. They definitely got their horror movie love from their father, you’d much rather curl up with a good romcom. Ice cream, tears, and girls walking away from hot guys because they were too good for their six packs was a cocktail for a good night if anyone asked you. 

Your kids grabbed blankets, pillows, and snacks as they gathered around the TV. You popped some popcorn for yourself before curling up in a blanket burrito on the sofa before starting the movie.

~

You wake up to find yourself still on the living room couch. The screen was blank illuminated with the home screen of the movie begging you to hit “play.” 

Your kids are huddled together asleep, and you decide to leave them. Waking them up to put them to bed rarely worked in your favor. Once they were up, they were up.  

You stretch your limbs as you stand up, making your way to the bedroom you shared with your husband. You slip into bed before shutting your eyes, trying to return back to sleep. 

Your relaxation didn’t last long, for you heard a sound outside. You opened your eyes and checked the clock near your bed. The numbers screamed 3:00am in red at you. The sound couldn’t be Sam, he didn’t get home until 7am.

You were about to lay back down, concluding the noise was your imagination, until you heard it again. It sounded like dragging on pavement. You got up and went to your window, looking out onto your driveway. You saw nothing, your street was empty save for the street lights that illuminated the surrounding areas. Damn raccoons. 

You once again climbed back into bed and decided to ignore any more noise, the animals that surrounded your neighborhood got into the garbage all the time at night with no plans of stopping. 

You continued to turn in bed several times, not able to get comfortable. You felt watched. You knew it was impossible, nobody was outside your window and nobody was in your room. You just could shake the paranoid feeling.

Then, you heard it. Breathing in the corner of your room. You keep your eyes closed, trying to slow down your breathing and heart so you still look asleep. You prayed the intruder would come closer to you rather than walk outside to your children. 

You felt their movement as they inched closer and closer to you, you prepared to kick or punch as hard as you could before running to get the gun hidden in the closet. The gun you had used 10 years prior.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle and your eyes flung open. You kicked with your other leg, hearing a loud grunt as your foot came into impact with something. You drew your ankle from the hand as you rolled from the bed to the floor, crawling up as you made your way to the closet. 

When you got there however, you saw a figure standing there. You heard them cock the gun and you put your hands up in surrender. “Please, you can take whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt my kids.”

The figure didn’t move, and you couldn’t see them in the dark. You start backing up slowly, but stop when you hear more breathing behind you. There were two of them. Shit. You turn slowly and gasp at what you see.

“Steve?” The man who stood behind you was no doubt your ex lover, the one you killed a decade ago. Only now, his face was pale and looked to be decaying. He smelled awful and his eye sockets and cheekbones looked sullen and black. What the fuck was happening?

Just then the man in front of you stepped into the light coming from the window. There you saw Bucky, the other lover you killed. He smelled like Steve and looked similar to him. His clothes looked dirtier than Steve’s, but they both looked like they crawled in the dirt before coming here. You could even see bugs in their hair and clothes. 

“B-Bucky? H-how?” You back away from both men, looking at the closed door of your bedroom. All you have to do is keep them from leaving the room. Hopefully Sam was sent home early. Hopefully.

“Hey, Doll,” Bucky said, never lowering the gun, “Miss us?”

“But, you’re both dead.”

“Cause you killed us?” Steve spoke up. You couldn’t say anything, just nodded. After murder, you’re not supposed to see their face again. This wasn’t high school, where you stole somebody’s boyfriend and you had to see them in the hallway later. Murder ends it all. It’s over after the gun is shot.

“Not anymore.” Bucky chuckled at your fearful eyes. Steve looked around your room. His eyes landed on the wedding photo on the wall, then he looked to your left hand where your rings lived. 

“So, you’re married.”

“What’s going on?” This made no sense. The dead don’t just get to walk again.

“And you have kids.” Bucky finishes. Your heart drops. 

“Don’t hurt them, please. They’re innocent in all this, I’m the one you want.”

“You’ve got that right!” Bucky raised his voice a bit, scaring you. 

“Okay, okay. Calm down, just tell me what you want” If your kids woke up, no doubt they’d come in. You couldn’t trust the men who hurt you for years to not give the same treatment to your kids.

“We want what we had 10 years ago.” You blinked your eyes as you looked at the two men before you.

“I thought it was crazy, trying to track you down after all this time. But, Bucky kept saying the same thing over and over. What was it Buck?”

Steve turned to face Bucky, and his friend smiled at him. “No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.” Steve nodded in remembrance, and your blood ran as cold as their dead skin looked. 

“Okay.” You swallow thickly. You didn’t know what they meant. “Are you going to kill me?”

“We should,” Steve said angrily, “After the pain you caused us.” Pain you caused them? They had to be joking. 

“Why’d you do it, Doll? Why’d you ruin our perfect family?” You turned to Bucky as sadness grew on his dead face. 

“You both hurt me. So much.” Your eyes started to get blurry as tears escaped your eyes. Suppressed memories flooded back to you, years of counseling down the drain as your nightmares came back to you in the worst way possible. You had to be dreaming. 

“We had to,” Steve reasoned, “You know that, Doll. You had to learn to be a good girl. We had gotten so far, we were almost there. Then you ruined it.” He took a step closer to you. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

Your eyes widened with fear as you shook your head. “No, you hurt me. You tricked me into your house and you subject me to torture for years. It still haunts me to this day, what you put me through. Don’t you realize that?”

Bucky and Steve both scoffed before Bucky spoke. “You’re still a brat.”

Your eyes stung as you started to feel frustrated. You had to take deep breaths to keep from saying something that could get you or your family killed right now.

“Okay. So what now, are you going to try to make your perfect family again? It’s impossible, you’re both dead.”

“That’s what you think, Doll.”

Steve reached for you, his hand was icy and clammy. His touch made your skin crawl as he pulled you closer to him. Your skin erupted in goosebumps as your bodies touched. Steve dipped his head into your hair and breathed in deeply making you stiffen up.

“God, you smell so much better than the shit we were in,” Steve laughs to himself. His hands travel south until they reach your ass. He squeezed down on the soft flesh that rested below your soft PJ shorts. You closed your eyes, praying that this doesn’t last long.

Bucky came up behind you and ripped your light tank top off, leaving you in just your panties and shorts. You bit your tongue to keep from screaming out and disturbing your kids. Next he grabbed your waistband before pulling the fabrics down your legs. Steve placed his cold hands on the warm flesh of your hips, making you even more cold than before. 

“Be good,” was all he said as you heard Bucky undress behind you. You kept your eyes closed as you felt a hard and cold object press into your lower back. Steve lifted your left leg and sat it on his right hip as he left a cold trail of kisses down your neck. You tried not to concentrate on the tiny movement of bugs crawling on his clothes that were pressed to your bare chest. 

Bucky’s cold member, feeling just as big as you remember, pushed into you slowly. You heard him growling behind you, obviously satiated by the warmth your walls provided him.

You whimpered quietly as he moved within you, pulling at your walls the way Sam never could. You loved your husband, but even after 10 years your body held an ache that couldn’t be cured with Sam, no matter how many positions he put you in. 

“You feel so good,” Bucky moaned, pulling your hair a bit, “10. Fucking. Years. Does your husband fuck you right like we did?” Your nails dug into the dirty clothes that covered Steve’s body. “God, how have you stayed so tight after kids?” Bucky started to pick up speed, your cunt leaking all around him after finally being sexually fulfilled. 

Bucky started showing signs of his impending orgasm. “Bucky, not inside. Please.”

Bucky grunted at your begging, he always had a thing for that. “Why not? Not ready for another child?” 

Sam had gotten fixed. You stopped taking birth control because of it, and even though you were older, you still had a high chance. I mean look at your mother, she gave birth 13 years ago.

Despite your pleas, Bucky stilled his thrusts inside you, filling you with his seed. You hoped to God that his swimmers died when you shot him, but you doubted you’d be so lucky.

Bucky pulled out of you as Steve started to release his cock from his pants. He wasted no time sinking into, using Bucky cum and your slick as lube. Steve thrusted in and out of you at a more gentle pace, but his thrusts were precise. The material of his clothes rubbed against your clit and sensitive nipples, and you were soon clenching around Steve.

He gave a long moan of your name, also cumming deep inside you. He continued thrusting to work you both through your highs. “Damn, Baby. After all those years, I really needed that.” Steve smiled at you as he disconnected from your body

You fell to your floor as your thoughts started to make sense. The two men you killed are back to life like this was some kind of fucked up zombie movie, and they fucked you senseless in you and your husband’s shared room. And you actually enjoyed it. Your eyes were still closed, you refused to open them. Seeing it would all make this too real.

“Until next time, Darling.”

When you opened your eyes you were alone. Your shredded clothes still lay on your floor, and you picked them up to throw away on your way to the shower. You needed a bath.

The whole reason you killed them was because you wanted to escape. Now you're right back to square one with them, only now you had everything to lose. Dead men tell no tales, but they know how to act one out.

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Undead Unluck Theory

So I've been reading Undead Unluck since the beginning, but I haven't actually ever joined the fandom, (i.e., the contents of this blog may be Old News to everyone and/or everyone hates it and I just didn't realize...) but I was showing the anime to a friend and trying to explain my UU theory, so I googled and couldn't find anyone who had laid out something like this. If it already exists, apologies, but this is my version of what UU is all about.

Undead Unluck is a story about writing.

Spoilery things ahead!

The most important thing to know about Undead Unluck is that it's a story-within-a-story. An embedded narrative. Our characters are stock archetypes who are barely on the cusp of learning that they are in a story.

The main story outline stays the same as the author goes through various iterations and edits (aka Loops), testing out new ideas and often scrapping them. Characters evolve into different versions of themselves as the author edits. Our settings are varied as if the author were trying to fit all kinds of different genres into one story. AND THEY ARE!

Suggested listening, btw:

The Author, AKA God, adds variables to the story in the form of rules.

For example, a children's book about a goldfish has no need to mention that there is an entire galaxy of stars in the sky. The goldfish doesn't need to know. The readers don't care. It's irrelevant. That rule can be omitted from a story.

When the author changes the story, for instance, to make the story about a goldfish who goes into outer space, suddenly they need to add the concept of a galaxy, along with all the ancillary ideas (i.e., UFOs).

With their pencil eraser or backspace button, the author changes the reality for ALL of the characters in the work, so that the existence of outer space becomes a Known Thing in-universe. No biggie. It's always been that way, as far as they know. The instant the author changes something, it's done.

This Hand of God kind of author appears in other ways, like the way the Union members arrive via a crack in the sky. They literally fall from the sky like characters in the Barbie movie.

The crack in the sky is a wall-break, but it's not the fourth wall that's broken. It's the wall between the author and the characters!

Remember that cartoon where Daffy Duck argues with the animator's hand? Characters are just playthings for the author. They can be dressed up or imperiled just because.

When you begin to read UU from this perspective, some characters seem more sentient than others.

The characters are tired of being screwed over. They're tired of suffering. They're tired of being tested for no reason. Can't God just give them an easy life? Do all characters hate their authors this much?

Ragnarok is when the author effectively overturns the dollhouse and starts a new story with the same characters, settings, and themes, but adding the kind of slight variations that an author's idle mind might create. The basic "frame" of the dollhouse remains, but we can try out new scenarios like:

"What if X met Y in another time or place?"

"How would X be different if they'd grown up in a harsher or easier environment?"

"What if X was a villain?"

And so the author begins again, pitting their characters in new situations to observe and see how they react. Authors love that shit. Just look at all the ask blogs on tumblr!

Authors enjoy looking at their characters from new perspectives. Even the bad ones! Many times, an author has had a character (say...Victor) in their imagination for a long time, but the character evolves into a slightly different version of themselves (Andy). It's natural to want to keep both versions of this character. And since this is the author's dollhouse, they can do whatever they want, even if this confuses and disturbs Andy/Victor.

Victor and Juiz are, I think, God's starter OCs. Their story is one of seriousness, mystery, and a romance with unresolved tension. They want to be together; we want them to be together; but the author won't let them be happy because keeping that tension burning is what makes the story good. Of course they had a falling out! Of course they're eternally separated in a tragic and beautiful way. After all, they were the main characters for a long time.

You're probably saying, "This theory can't work because we've SEEN God! We've seen Luna!" My idea is that Luna and God are two aspects of the author.

God (Sun) as the author as a writer: Makes brutal changes, can delete everything, loves to start over and test the characters in different environments, never satisfied with the ending.

God wants to make things HARDER for the characters because they are trying to write an interesting shonen story.

God (Luna) as the author as a reader: Authors also like to sit back and read their own works. Sometimes they have a nice cup of tea with them. The tea signifies that Luna is acting as a reader.

Luna, as a reader, has gotten attached to the characters. They want them to succeed. They are trying to make things EASIER for the characters bc they're emotionally invested in the story. Luna also keeps the memories of past rough drafts in the form of artifacts that can be used to bring back discarded story elements.

I don't think either Sun nor Luna truly understand that our characters are capable of suffering, btw.

Luna and God are in a competition with themselves, just like the internal struggle of an author as they want to:

Create an interesting story that will be a success. To get the story "right" and fully explore all the possibilities

but also

2. Just have fun with the characters and help them reach the end of the story.

Killing God means finding a final end to the story so that the characters can have a stable existence. The characters can achieve this by resisting the author's attempts to rewrite.

So, that's the gist of my insanity. I have a bit more in the drafts if anyone is interested in hearing more. I would enjoy doing a read-through blog someday, but I thought I might test the waters with my theory first.

[tokiro07]

Undead Unlcuk ch.186 thoughts

[Just Like Mama Used to Make]

(Contents: thematic analysis - artistic expression)

Before I say anything else, I just want to note how hard that one bystander saying "what the fuck?" made me laugh. That killed me. With how much wild shit the Union gets up to, it's refreshing to see someone not only witness it, but actually acknowledge it. I still wonder how the audience for Feng's martial arts tournament reacted to all of the weird fights

I also want to point out that in this loop, Enjin's iconic ripped hat look is created from him being thrown through the wall of his mother's hospital room. I'm sure there was some cool story to it originally, but nope, this time he just...biffed a landing, s'all. As usual, no dignity in this series

Onto the chapter, I figured that this chapter was going to continue to expand on the idea of togetherness using food as a symbol like last week, but nope! We're movin' on! Instead of examining how the act of eating can deepen bonds, this week we're examining the difference between mass appeal and individual experience

Enjin's ramen, made with refined technique, is "objectively" good food that pretty much anyone will say is tasty, but aside from the opportunity for custom orders like "extra toppings" or "light on the X," the overall dish is always the same. Without any direct input, Enjin will always produce the same meal, with the expectation that it's so high quality that no one could possibly dislike it. This approach is not necessarily wrong, as consistency is an important factor in food service, but it does mean that if there's any one factor that any one customer doesn't like, they won't end up enjoying it because it doesn't match with their personal taste

It's kind of like if a manga starts out with one of the main leads sexually harassing the other. Sure, the manga as a whole may be great, possibly even the best among its contemporaries, but some people just aren't going to be able to get past that initial bad taste in their mouth. No matter how good the end product is, someone is going to slip through the cracks

Someone isn't going to be able to stand how hot the broth is, someone isn't going to like the mushrooms or the bamboo shoots, and someone isn't going to appreciate seeing a girl get groped by a man whose dick is flopping in the wind. This is an unavoidable truth in the creative process: there is no such thing as perfect. There will always be flaws, and there will always be detractors, but there will also always be fans willing to stand by the art and declare that it's their absolute favorite

This is where Fuuko's ramen comes in: even if only two people out of...what, fifty people(?) liked it, what matters is that the person it was meant for liked it. The point was to show Enjin that no amount of refinement would be able to capture everyone's hearts, but any amount of consideration would capture the heart of the one person it's meant to. Luckily there was another person present who fit in that same niche to drive the point home, but even without that child, I think Enjin would have gotten the point

When it comes to art, you sometimes need to ignore the instinct to try to appeal to anyone and instead focus on creating the thing that you want, the thing that will make you happy. You will run the risk of alienating basically everyone, but by being honest and forthright in how you express yourself, you'll eventually find someone who your work truly resonates with

Fuuko's touch-starved isolation, Andy's hedonistic depression, Billy's stoic responsibility, Rip's dual loves...these aren't things that everyone can relate to, even if they can sympathize. But to someone who feels isolated, who tries to fight against crushing despair with a plastered smile, who bears the weight of the world on their shoulders, or knows what it's like to love more than others say they should, these things will all ring true, and make that reader feel like someone, somewhere finally understands, like someone said all the things they wish they could if they only had the talent or the time

To me, this chapter isn't about cooking, it's about the act of creation. It's about the act of sharing your soul with the world around you and knowing that you resonated with even just one person, and knowing that that one person's world has changed for the better. It's about the act of receiving a piece of someone and being able to smile back at them, telling them that the message has been received

Maybe this won't be what anyone else sees. Maybe this chapter will come across as lukewarm to somebody, maybe even to most people. Maybe it was mediocre at best to someone and they'd prefer something with a bit more of a kick. But someone, maybe just one person, was able to really sink their teeth into this one and savor all of the ingredients, the love and the care that went into creating this piece. Someone was moved to tears, and someone looks at the world just a little differently now thanks to this chapter

Until next time, let's enjoy life

[cercasinomeworld]

FAVORITE ANIME AND MANGA SHIPS pt.20

Andy x Fuuko - Undead Unluck

Rip x Latla - Undead Unluck

Shinra Kishitani x Celty Sturluson - Durarara!!

Draken x Emma - Tokyo Revengers (I can't explain how much I love these two. Manga readers SHUT UP!!!)

Takemichi x Hina - Tokyo Revengers

Tatsu x Miku - The Way of the Househusband

Gugu x Rean - Fumetsu no anata e

Vanitas x Jeanne - Vanitas no Carte

Noè x Dominique - Vanitas no Carte

Yakimaru x Fena - Fena: Pirate Princess

[thebahdbitch]

Inhuman

A Bad Batch Zombie AU

The Bad Batch x Reader

Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Part Two

Read Part 1 here

Warning: Violence, the undead, romance, smut eventually, cursing, use of Y/N and she/her/they pronouns, gore described, death, depression.

“Bite me then. Let’s turn together.” You pleaded with Andi.

“Stop it,” He grabbed your shoulders,” You’re gonna survive this. You’re gonna figure out what the hell is going on, you smart girl.”

“If you become whatever the hell is out there, then I will too.” You put your arm in-front of his face, trying to get your friend to bite you, tears starting to form up in your eyes,” Please.”

“Stop.” He turned his head, starting to feel like he was loosing control of himself. “(Y/N), don’t let me turn into one of those things, please. Just kill me before I turn. I don’t know how it will feel and it’s starting to hurt, help me.”

“No, don’t ask me to do that!” You cried out, having trouble containing your noise.

“Please, don’t let me turn.” He got on his knees, begging you with his head down.

You pull out and ignited your saber,” I love you.” You told him, your body was shaking and you didn’t think you had the power to lower it.

“Survive.” He managed to choke out, you could see he was visibly in pain, his face had turned red and you swiftly brought down the lightsaber on his head, turning away as soon as you were sure the job was done.

You felt sick to your stomach and managed to run to the house. You did not have the nerves to retrieve the keys from him, so you found a window and punched it as hard as you could. It didn’t work.

You weren’t functioning right. You didn’t think of using your lightsaber, you were just hurting, badly.

You were trained not to form attachments. Andi was the only person you got so close to and loved dearly in years. You had only known him for four months, but he was incredibly loyal. He would drop anything to help you. He was by your side during all this madness that you didn’t understand.

Now what would happen?

In the morning they had woken up in a docking platform, independent business, not ran by the empire so there were no issues, per Cid’s suggestion.

Hunter had been the first to rise, like usual. His sensitivity to everything around him made rest hard, but with some melatonin tablets and the right beside items he was able to get a good six hours rest, he felt nice.

Echo was the last to rise, but he was still in a good mood, matching the rest of the squad. Since the accident, Echo has been getting pains, physically and mentally, but right now he was feeling good. Being with clones that were so odd, like him made him feel in place. He had high hopes for this mission, no people involved to their knowledge, no creatures being rescued, just a safe? The location known. It felt too good to be true.

Omega helped Hunter make breakfast this morning. A few payments ago, Omega had talked Hunter into buying some things so they could cook on board, instead of eating prepackaged food. A hot plate, some pans, utensils and few ingredients, not much but enough for the squad to have some warm meals while they are on the go.

The two made pancakes together. Omega was quick to offer help during every step, and made sure to make plates for everyone. She loved helping, not to make sure to prove her place in the squad, but for her love for her brothers.

Omega didn’t have a favorite but Hunter was her oldest brother, she looked up to him as the leader and loved her place by his side.

“We made pancakes.” Omega announced, standing in the middle of the ship, to her brothers.

“Ooh, sounds great ‘mega! Thanks.” Wrecker grinned.

After breakfast, while her brothers were suiting up, Omega asked Hunter if she could come along during this mission. Hunter had been helping her practice shooting her arrow, and he felt confident in her abilities so he agreed to let her join.

Once the boys were suited up, the squad stood around Tech as he pulled up a map of Alderaan, and the group studied it.

“As you all may know, currently our ship is parked in a docking station. Our target is 15 klicks east, closer to the mountains. We will travel by foot as to not draw attention to ourselves. Our target is on the third floor of a building, I am sending the exact coordinates to all of you incase we get separated, but it should not be an issue. The first two stories were destroyed in a fire, according to my prior research, so we need to find a way to get to the top.” Tech rambled a bit quickly but they all were able to absorb the information.

“That’s a quite a long walk, are you sure that is the quickest way?” Echo asked.

“We could take the public transport system, that would remove ten clicks of walking, but we would traveling 17 klicks instead.” Tech explained.

“We can take the train then, how much will it cost?” Hunter asked.

“The train does not require money to ride on, public transportation is free in Aldeeran.” Tech informed.

It felt almost too easy to be true.

“Alright, let’s get headed out then.” Hunter leaded the way out of the ship, Omega close behind him.

“Woohoo!” Wrecker cheered, ready to have something to do.

When the company arrived into town, something felt off. Hunter raised his hand and the group stopped. He heard screaming.

“What’s the matter?” Omega whispered at him.

“Nothing, just be cautious.” The screaming stopped.

It was strange, there were not many people out, but it was midday, maybe everyone was working? The shops were strangely empty.

They have traveled about a click so far, only two more before they would reach the station.

“Tech, check the local news. See if today is a holiday or something.” Hunter was trying to search for reason that they were not seeing anybody. Vendor carts and stores looked abandoned.

Then it hit him, the strong metallic stench of blood, Hunter pulled out his knife cautiously, what had happened here?

“I don’t know why I didn’t see this before.” Tech muttered, watching a video on his holodevice.

“According to the local news, there is a rapidly spreading virus. It is recommended for everyone to quarantine at home. No evacuation orders.” Tech informed.

It made sense why no one was out or about. The boys all had helmets, which helped filter out illnesses, and clones were predispositioned to not get sick as often, immune to most common illnesses.

Echo searched in his pack, he had been carrying around a mask that was usually used to filter out toxins, he handed it to the kid,” Here, just in case.”

With the help of Hunter, Omega wore the mask on her face.

“See if the public transport is closed due to the quarantine order.” Hunter requested Tech.

After a very quick search Tech found his answer,” Yes. It is non-operational due to these unfortunate circumstances.”

“We will head to the trees and follow that route, instead of walking through town, to avoid people and being exposed.” Hunter used his hand to gesture to a few miles north where the forest was.

“Ugh! That’s so much walking! So boring!” Wrecker complained loudly.

“As soon as we are back we will have some fun.” Hunter promised, patting his little brothers back.

The squad headed in that direction, but not for long before Hunter stopped it again.

It sounded like a stampede, Hundreds of feet running in their direction.

“What the-“ Hunter said, hearing his own heartbeat increase at the sound.

His eyes searched around frantically, trying to determine where that sound was coming from.

“In here.” Hunter grabbed the handle to a door of a shop that was nearby them, he tried his luck, and to his avail, the door was open,” In here!” He ordered the squad to get inside of the building.

His family quickly went inside, confused on his actions but listening like always. Once they were all inside Hunter locked the door trapping themselves inside.

“What’s going on?” Echo asked. His weapons drawn just like the rest of them.

Hunter was close to the glass, his eyes searching for the stampede he heard. He searched into his pack and grabbed wire he kept in there, he used it to tightly tie the handles of the door together, and then he saw it.

A large stampede of people, running into the area at the sound that they had heard from the men. At a closer look most of them looked beat up and bloodied. They seemed to move in almost a rhythmic pattern.

“What’s wrong with them?” Omega asked, her little body shaking with fear, Wrecker hugged her into his side.

At the sound of her asking a man from outside flung himself against the door, the door shook but stayed steady, his face looked chewed off and you could see most of his flesh, his thrashing left blood all over the glass. Omega gasped while covering her mouth. The sight left them sick to their stomach.

The human man kept snapping his jaw at the glass, falling over with eagerness, more of these creatures came into view, almost like a pack.

“Well now I understand why they want everyone to quarantine.” Echo commented.

“Boys, set your blasters to stun. Tech find out what you can.” Hunter ordered.

When in battle, their targets were always battle droids, almost never humans. That was the main reason why the left the empire. He felt stuck, like he could not find an order to give to his squad, he almost always new what to say, or one of his squad would help him out, but they all felt puzzled. Thankfully they had Tech to bring some light to the situation.

Hunter heard movement and pointed his blaster at the door in the store they were in. It looked like they sold lotions and candles and other homopatheic goods. The door read ‘employees only’. It swung open.

The person to show their face was a middle aged Torgrutan woman,” Please don’t shoot.” She raised her hands, one of them holding a metal bar.

“I can tell you more than what’s on the web.” She offered, the men held their weapons pointed at her, Omega joining them, Hunter signaled them to put it down.

“Are you okay ma’am?” Hunter offered, scanning her up and down, she didn’t have any sores around her mouth like those creatures, or any blood on her.

“Fine. Thanks for locking the door, I didn’t realize. Those zombies are too damn dumb as bantha sh-“ She paused after she realized her language, and that there was a child present,” They can’t comprehend opening doors.”

“Zombies?” Wrecker asked a bit loudly, drawing the attention of the creatures outside, they slammed themselves on the glass.

“Yes, Zombies. It’s just like the movies, you know. The biting. They aren’t thinking either.” The woman shuddered.

“Well, can you inform us some of the information you know about those infected?” Tech asked her.

Where you were at your friends house, your wails were loud, you couldn’t help try to contain them. You kept smashing the window with your fist trying to open it, your blood painting the window. You grabbed your arm with the other and backed up, you were sure you would break your fist if you kept trying it. You choked out a sob. Your tear filled eyes glanced over to look to look at the gate, the zombies outside were piling onto the gate, slamming their torn up bodies, trying to get inside. You were too loud.

You clambered over to the fence behind the house and pulled yourself over to stand ontop of it. You had to leave, they were stacking themselves onto each other and if the gate did not collapse from their weight, you were sure they would manage to climb over, you tried to contain your cries, more focused on getting out alive.

You had creeped along the top of the fence, walking carefully along the next door neighbors house until you made it into an alley. You hadn’t run into the infected quiet yet because of your diligent movements, but you knew you couldn’t stay like this for long, you needed somewhere comfortable, something you knew well, but you had a plan.

“Tech, how much rations do we have?” Hunter asked his trusty companion.

“Enough to last us tonight, less if we provide some to our guest.” Tech referred to the middle aged woman.

“Saya.” The woman spoke up,” That’s my name.”

“We could try to get back to our ship?” Omega offered.

“We have to do it extremely quietly, as we were informed noise is what they are attracted to.” Tech replied.

“And smell. They can smell the uninfected.” Saya spoke.

“Uhm. I have an idea.” Wrecker offered.

All eyes turned to him, wanting to here his offer.

“Well, if they can smell us. What if we make ourselves smell like them?”

“Wrecker has a point, if we covered ourselves in the secretions of the infected, we may be able to blend in for an amount of time.” Tech, had a finger to his chin, thinking about how they would go about it.

Hunter, Echo and Omega all had similar looks of disgusts at the prospect of needing to cover themselves in zombie ‘secretions’.

“Instead of blasting, we can attack using quieter weapons. Our knives, and we can make weapons using what we find.” Hunter spoke.

“I have some chairs in the back, we can break them and make sharp weapons.” Saya offered.

“Okay, but we need a back up plan incase we cannot make it to the ship.” Echo spoke.

You went in through the back door. You had the perfect quarantine plan. You knew it like the back of your hand, you knew where all the rooms were, and you had keys, and would have endless supplies it was genius.

You punched in the key code and entered through the back, closing the door. You pulled out your lightsaber to check the perimeters.

Where were you quarantining? Your place of employment, a grocery store. If things ever became less of a shit show, you could definitely get fired for breaking an entry and stealing, but who cares? It’s not your first time you had to flee from the law.

The place was empty, besides the front doors, where you could see the occasional infected limping around, but they were too primal to try to pick the locks.

There was nothing to protect the glass, which you did feel a bit threatened by, no metal bars that slid down during closing time to protect what was inside, the outsiders able to look in.

You did a perimeter check, but it wasn’t much use, the store closed before the incident at the bar, which was around the time you figured it broke out around your city.

You grabbed a shopping cart, and started walking around the store. Emptiness surrounded you with a crushing weight. How many other survivors were there, were there any? Would they survive for long? Was anyone coming to save you? How long would you be there?

You didn’t have anyone by your side anymore, and you didn’t know if you trusted yourself alone. You had lost your Jedi Master and countless other members of the order, your only friend, and now you felt like you were losing yourself.

“Get it together, (Y/N).” You lectured yourself trying to focus. You grabbed some supplies, mostly food, some things to protect yourself. You were going to try to make a stomping ground in the staff break room, there was a bathroom in there too, if you picked up some cozy items, it couldn’t be too bad. Your store mostly focused on groceries, so it might be hard to find something to make a bed out of.

You found excersize mats, soft knitted reusable bags, and cloth towels that were ‘infused with essential oils’. You grabbed dry goods, planning on leaving the fresh foods on display, and some body products, the non-food item selection was low but you were going to make do and survive.

You got into the staff room, it was unlocked. You laid down the excersize mats in the center of the room near the chairs. You started unwrapping the reusable bags to mold them into something new. You managed to unravel one bag and you used the thread to hold together your homemade blanket that you were going to make. You grabbed the clothes that you had and ripped small holes in corners. You were trying to make something like a quilted blankets. Using the yarn to hold it together. Keeping it together was hard, and not just for the blanket.

You struggled a lot, you had great ideas in your head but it was a lot of work. You had to keep warm and your jacket was not enough to keep you comfortable while sleeping.

You decided to take a refresher break. You went to open the staff room refresher, it was locked. You tried to enter your code but it was not working.

Well fuck, you needed to go, badly. You pinned in your code and were barely able to make it in time.

After doing your business, while washing your hands, you got a good look in the mirror. Your face had some patches of dirt on it, your face oily and your hair was frizzed up. Your clothes were luckily not that bad. You grabbed some of the paper towels and put them to the side, you lifted up your shirt and pulled down your pants. You got some soap and water onto the paper towels and cleaned your most stinky parts the best you could and washed up your face. This was good enough for now.

You set your lightsaber in the staff room, along with the stuff you scavenged from around the store, some fresh and some canned food.

You locked the staff door from the inside using your code, the door slid down, keeping you safe inside until you keyed yourself back in.

Sleep felt nearly impossible. You were cold. The blanket wasn’t doing much and you were sleeping with your legs folded to try and stay as warm as possible. Not to mention, grief overtook and you couldn’t stop from silently crying until your nose was so stuffed you couldn’t breath from it. Sleep? Not really an option, it just felt good to lay your head somewhere safe.

In the morning you did a perimeter sweep once again. Then you took a cart and carried it around, getting more weaved bags and this time some hygiene products. All they had was ‘organic’ deodorant and some watered down ‘all natural’ lotion. And of course natural sunscreen.

“Curse these damn privileged Alderaanians and curse these ‘health’ food stores.” You said outloud, not like anyone else would hear except for the few zombies outside, desperate to bite someone.

You were going to have a lot of free time. A lot of time spent in your own head, which wasn’t very fun. You tried meditating, using the ‘force’ like you were taught before, but it was hard to channel that part of your old self. You were hoping to see some resolution to the issue, some help, even just a sign, but there was nothing you could see.

You decided you were going to start using the force again. It was probably the only thing that will keep you alive.

The plan was all based on hope. It worked at first. The zombies ignored them when they were quiet. The zombies used smell and sound.

Wrecker caught a zombie and smashed his head in, easy. They used their blood to cover their armor, Saya, unenthusiastically covered her uncovered skin in it.

It only worked for about 45 minutes, before the blood started drying. But by then they were traveling away from the roads.

It was hard for the zombies to bite through their armor anyways. But it was easy to bite through Saya’s soft wrinkled skin.

The group was traumatized the rest of the trip. The boys made sure Omega was protected because of her lack of armour, and only focused on running now that they were not protected and getting to the ship.

They gave up on being quiet long ago, even in life and death it was just too difficult for Wrecker’s heavy feet to be quiet, plus this was a situation they needed to communicate in, to help dodge and navigate away from the infected.

They had finally made it to the docking station, stunning any infected that they had met in the way. The squad was now walking carefully, winded from how far they had traveled on feet.

Omega was riding on Wrecker’s shoulders, her little feet struggling to carry her all this way.

“Where did we park again? I remember our ship was here.” Echo asked Tech.

“It was here.” Hunter said, crouching on his knees to touch the ground where the ship was, now missing.

“Tech, our ship was stolen. Can you track it?” Hunter requested, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to see if he could sense the ship nearby, nothing to his dismay.

Wrecker sighed, in frustration at their predicament, they came all the way out here just to have their ship stolen from them, their home, taken by others.

Hunter saw shoeprints, woman and two men, they must have taken the ship and fled the planet. If they were in that predicament they probably would have done the same, wasn’t like they didn’t steal speeders.

“I was able to track our ship..” Tech hesitated at the news,” It is out of the planetary system, in motion.”

Hunter snarled and hit the ground with his fist, what would they do?

“Tech, contact Cid and see if there’s anything she can help us with.” Hunter requested.

“Will do.” Tech replied

The whole group was quiet, Hunter was kneeling on the ground, trying to come up with a plan. Echo kept looking around, terrified of spotting one of those infected. Wrecker was just worried about his siblings. And Tech was quiet for once, feeling as though it was bad news after bad news.

Omega could sense all the distraught from her siblings, and on the inside she felt horrible, the poor kid couldn’t help but let some sobs escape her mouth.

“Mega?” Wrecker asked the girl on his shoulders.

“Oh no.” He realized she was crying, he helped her down from his shoulders, holding her in his arms, trying to be as gentle as possible,” It’s going to be okay. We are going to protect you.” Wrecker tried to comfort her.

Hunter quickly got up and walked over to Omega and Wrecker. He waited a few moments for her sobs to soften before speaking.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Hunter asked Omega, he knew why she was upset, but he wanted to hear in her own words what was going on.

“Saya- she died in front of us. We were so careful, and- she died. What if I’m next?” She managed to get out, lifting her head from Wrecker’s chest.

“Omega, you will never be left behind, I promise. Saya didn’t have the training and it was hard for her to keep up. Now we know the area better and getting around will be easier.” Hunter explained, gently rubbing her back. That didn’t work, she kept crying.

“Now Omega, did we even let one of the diseased get close enough to you to try to bite you?” Hunter asked, in a calm tone, hoping she would match him.

“N-no.” She turned her head to look at him while Wrecker easily carried her.

“All of us are looking out for you, and they can’t bite through our Armor. Keeping you safe, all of us safe, is our main priority.” Said Hunter.

Her sobs stopped, only tears ran down her face, Omega quietly asked Wrecker to put her down. On her way down, Hunter could hear the little one’s stomach growl.

“Let’s eat our rations and rest for a bit, I will keep lookout. Then we will head into town to get more supplies.” Hunter announced to his squad.

They all nodded or made a sound of agreement.

Echo was the first to sit down on the ground, the rest of his squad following suit except for Hunter, who looked around, knife in hand incase there were any infected who he hadn’t taken out yet.

Echo retrieved the rations and water and passed them out to the squad, it was the last of what they had. Omega took an extra cup of water and rations bar and ran over to Hunter to give it to him.

“Eat up, we’ve got a long way ahead of us.” Omega said with a tiny smile on her face, Hunter turned to her, offering a half smile on his tattooed face.

“Thanks Kid.” He took the rations from her and out it in his pocket, before grabbing the cup of water.

Omega trotted back over to her brother’s and Hunter couldn’t help but watch as she walked away, he really loved her, and not knowing what there next move was, scared him.

“Cid offered a transport from a nearby ‘acquaintance’ of hers, they would be here in… five rotations. I am awaiting more details.” Tech informed the group.

“Five rotations is not too long. We can hide out in the mean time.”

Hunter let his group rest, Tech offered to lookout after struggling to sleep, but Hunter refused. He had the altered senses, if anyone could sense the infected, especially in the dark night, it would be him. 

Yes! You had done it. You had sectioned off part of the store, and made a fire pit out of items you found. You had found a first aid kit in the bathroom and using stuff around the store you were able to start a small fire. You also found a fire extinguisher incase it got out of hand.

You were tired of eating cold food and a small fire like you had made was enough to warm it up. Life was good, you were ready to eat a warm meal.

There was also a television in the staff room, you were watching the news, waiting for a statement about how they were going to solve the crisis in Juranno, there was little information released. There was a travel ban in and out of the city and talk of a temporary walls being built, but nothing about a rescue mission.

You felt stuck at the moment, there wasn’t much hope you had. If the Empire brought their forces, hopefully because of your fake chain code they wouldn’t discover your former identity, but that was still a worry. To be killed by an Empire who wants you or to be turned into one of the infected, what would be worse?

You didn’t know.

Andi would rather have died than become an infected, so maybe being a prisoner or executed by the empire would be better than sitting in an abandoned grocery store by yourself. The loneliness was excruciating.

After eating you held up to your word and practiced your training, since Mediating  disappointed you last time, you stuck to moving objects with the force. You stuck to small stuff, like cans and even the fire extinguisher to not push your self to exhaustion, and it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

Maybe if you trained enough you could be ready to get out of there on your own?

If you had a holopad or even a map might make it easier to make a plan, or even someone who knew the city better than you, like your dear desceased friend.

Those thoughts just made you sad, and using the force again was starting to feel difficult. You stood by the glass window and looked out at your town.

The smell of those who had been killed, their flesh rotting in the streets sometimes wafted in if you got too close to the glass, and you had to breath through your mouth.

You watched as some of the infected walked around aimlessly, looking for some sound to snap their teeth at, something to feed, to tear apart.

Eventually after people watching for long enough that your stomach was turning at the sight, you retired to bed.

You were finally able to get decent enough sleep, but waking up was going to be alarming.

Literally, you woke up to the sounds of sirens, and a white light flashing. Were you being rescued?

You threw the ‘covers’ off of you and got up. You put your coat on, lightsaber tucked into the inside pocket.

The sound was loud, you could hardly hear over it, but using the force you could feel other people entering the building.

Were they your saviors? Here to kill you and take all the supplies? Didn’t matter either way if the zombies were going to raid the place from all the noise.

You managed the controls from the inside of the staff room, pressing buttons until the alarm shut off, you ran out frantically to see the store crawling with some of the infected, shit. You had accidentally opened the doors, you ran back inside of the staff room to press the door that closed. You came back in to see the door was jammed from the zombie hoard trying to push their way in.

You pulled out your lightsaber, rapidly ignoring it, and force pushed some of them back so the door would close, trapping you and the infected who had pushed their way in inside. You ran back and they followed you at the sound of your footsteps, You stood ontop of the conveyor belt of the cash register lines, using the found height as an advantage you fought the infected.

They weren’t the only hoard in the store but you heard blaster shots coming from the side of you but you were only focused on the infected infront of you.

You managed to kill of most of the infected in front of you. One grabbed your foot, making you slide down and loose your footing. The Trandoshian who grabbed you, had a mostly bitten off face, but their arms were still intact, They snapped their jaw at you trying to latch onto any flesh but their mouth was met with your foot as you kicked them away. You rose your lightsaber as they jumped back to get you, damn! This one was tricky. Before they could be met with the swipe of your blade a quick and accurate knife shot hit them in the back of their head and they fell to the floor.

Your eyes wondered over to see a masked figure, dressed in blackened and red armor, that looked like clone, not trooper armor. You froze for a moment, memories daring to slip back, but a voice quickly brought you back to the task at hand.

“Sarge? Come help us there’s still more! Ah-“ The scream brought you back to reality and you jogged over to where the scream was. You saw a couple of people in armor shooting at the zombies that had come in, and a really tall one grabbing them and slamming them across the room roughly, and snapping necks, What the hell?

You joined in on the fighting, and most of the nearby infected were not in the store, just pressed against the glass trying to make their way in, too stupid to figure out how to break the glass doors.

The fighting felt a lot longer than it was, but it had only lasted a few more minutes, these armored men seemed very experienced.

“Watch out!” You whisper yelled as a little blonde headed kid mis-shot their arrow, making the infected jump at her, the source of the noise, arms trying to grab the kid. You force pushed the infected away from her, and then used your abilities to bring the infected close to you so you could slice it with your lightsaber.

“Thanks!” The little girl called out to you.

The fighting was over and you rested your stance, exhaling deeply now that all of the infected inside were dead, some cut open, some smashed, some shot up.

You tried to catch your breath, you lowered your lightsaber, but didn’t put it away. These folks had on republic armor, you didn’t know if you could trust them or not.

“Thanks for that, earlier.” The girl spoke again, a polite but awkward smile on her golden skin.

You nodded your head,” Of course.”

The really tall one threw off his helmet sighing loudly,” Ugh! I stink like zombie!”

“You smell the same to me.” Another armored man spoke, he had yellow goggles on and kept his helmet on.

“Is that a lightsaber? Can I see?” The little girl asked you, you hid it behind your back before turning it off and slipping it back into your coat.

You noticed the one who had threw the knife earlier was quietly staring at you, helmet still on. You were worried that they might have a problem with you being a former Jedi, Andi was the only one you ever told.

“It is. But it’s not mine, I found it.” Technically that wasn’t a lie, half of the lightsaber was your old masters, he had a two lightsabers, one being yellow like your orignal, the other half was yours and you joined them together.

She came closer to you, you held out the lightsaber and she curiously looked at it, with a grin on her face, laced with curiosity. She was adorable.

“Can I?” She asked, her honey eyes big. You smiled softly at her.

“Sure, just don’t press this button.” You referred to the button that switched your saber on, she just touched it, she didn’t take it from your hands.

“What brings you guys here?” You asked, mostly to the girl but the man who was staring at you, and still was, you could tell he was with your abilities, even if his face was covered. The staring man spoke up.

“We are looking for supplies. Are you okay if we have some? Are there others?” He asked you.

Your heart dropped, you thought you were going to be saved. These men looked like they knew what they were doing, you assumed they were looking for survivors, seeing as they had a kid with them.

“Just me,” You turned on your heel to walk away, to go back to your hiding place,” Oh. Go out the back on your way out, less infected and it won’t trigger the alarm.”

“I told you we should have proceeded from an alternate entrance, but no,” The one with the goggles started rambling on, comparing the the man with a scomp on his arm.

You turned back to walk away.

“Wait! Miss,” The one who was starting at you approached closer to you, taking his helmet off to talk to you better. The little girl followed closely behind him, his daughter maybe?

Your eyebrows quickly turned up at the sight of him, when you turned back to talk to him. He had a chiseled sharp looking face, long hair with waves, rugged brown skin, half of his face was covered in a tattoo that seemed a bit faded and he had stubble on his face. Oh and, don’t forget those honey eyes that you could just melt into.

He noticed the small motion but said nothing,” Why are you here?”

“Hiding out until this thing is over.” You answered him.

“Over? Not a bad idea, but only temporary, you can’t stay here forever.” The man said, it seemed like he was leading onto something.

You paused not saying anything, at first, but he kept staring at you,” Well, the empire’s pretty big, they’ve got forces, they’ll find a way to rescue us survivors.”

“We didn’t really see any survivors. There may not be any. This thing is spreading rapidly.” The man answered you, a soft look in his eyes.

“What’s your plan then?” You asked him.

“Get supplies, then find somewhere safe until our transport gets here.”

“Good luck. This place is rather safe. Well was rather safe, until you guys showed up. You can stay here.” You joked.

He let out a chuckle at what you said.

“Well, this store isn’t that big, I guess we will be seeing more of each other.” He gave you a soft smile.

“See you around then.” You nodded your head before heading to the staff room. You couldn’t help but let a smile out as you heard one of the men talking loudly, his friend reprimanded him for being loud.

You had finally found other people in this lonely desolate and violent city.

Maybe you shouldn’t be held up in this room, avoiding them?

Maybe you shouldn’t let your shyness hold you back? You put on a swipe of the natural deodorant under your pits, you had only had a ‘bird bath’ the day before and you didn’t want to be too smelly. You fix your hair with your hands before stepping out.

“Where’s the canned food?” One of the men, with a scomp asked outloud.

“Isle D18.” You answered him, he looked up at you, he looked like a standard clone now that his helmet was off, with a pale face, he looked sick, except he wasn’t nipping at the chance to murder you even though he saw you with a lightsaber earlier.

“Oh, thanks.” He offered a small smile.

“Hey little Jedi!” One of them called out, he was sitting in front of the ‘fire pit’ you had made, in the rolling chair you dragged out from the staff room.

“You look comfortable, in my chair.” You joked to the incredibly large man.

“Oh, sorry.” He stood up and you shook your head.

“No it’s okay.” You got a good look at him, besides being rather massive, he had a bald head, it looked like he had burn marks on his head, he had one of those honey brown eyes, the other was a bit white, was he blind in one eye?

“Are all do you guys clones? If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked curiously. They did not look like clones exactly, but they all had the same honey brown eyes, and clone trooper shaped armor.

“Yup, all of us! Born and raised, woohoo!” He called out proudly, doing hand movements as he talked, you laughed a bit and came closer to him, on the floor.

“Want me to get this fire going? It’s pretty cold.”

“You think this is cold? One time we were stuck on an ice moon in the outer rim for three rotations.” Wrecker laughed, booming.

“Really? That sounds awful.” You decided to start up the fire anyways.

“You hungry?” You offered to the man. You loved cooked for friends, it was your hobby, it helped you relax, and you were getting the hang of doing things, you even managed to find a few glass pots they had in storage.

“Very!” He replied.

“Well I’m cooking some food if you’re interested.” You offered.

“Yeah! I haven’t had a warm dinner in a while!” He grinned at you. He seemed rather nice.

“Cool, want to help me?” You asked.

“I would recommend not letting him anywhere near the kitchen, well, any cooking space that is.” The man who you saw earlier spoke, with the yellow goggles.

You hadn’t noticed that he was only a few isles away and he picked up on your conversation. He was nose deep in a holopad.

“What are you doing over there?” You asked him, as his fingers were rapidly tapping the device.

“Researching, trying to update myself on local news and announcements.” He informed you, speaking rather quickly.

“There’s a television in the staff room,” You pointed to where the staff room was and he looked up to mind you,” I’ve got the news going on there.”

He nodded his head,” Good to know, now I can multitask quicker.” He rapidly walked over to the staff room.

“He’s a very busy guy, huh?” You asked the large man next to you.

“Yup! He’s the brains so he’s always figurin’ out everything for us. That’s why we call ‘em Tech!” The large man explained.

“Oh, what’s your name? Muscles?” You teased him.

His face warmed up a bit from your compliment but he just laughed really loudly,” No, I’m Wrecker! What’s your name little Jedi?”

You pondered for a moment, wondering if you should trust him and say your birth name or the name of your new identity, you decided to gamble,” (Y/N),” You stuck out your hand to shake his.

His grip was rather strong and he moved you as he shook your hand,” Nice to meet ya! Haha!”

You were greatful when he let go, your hand throbbing a bit. You went to stand up.

“Well, I’ll see you in a bit, I need to grab some stuff.”

Once you had grabbed the ingredients in a hand held basket, you set them close to the fire. All of the group you had met earlier, including ‘Tech’, who finally was taking a break from his holopad, little did you know, it was because he was letting it charge.

“Hi!” The little girl waved at you and you smiled at her, waving in response.

You laid out a bag and took out the ingredients. You took the pot and started crushing a bulb, because you didn’t have anything to cut it with.

“Excuse me?” You looked up, it was the long haired man.

“Yeah?” You replied.

He stood up, getting closer to you and offered his knife, the blade facing down,” Here, use this.”

“This is a vibro-knife? Nice.” You inspected his knife. You didn’t know how much he had pride for his knife, Wreckers eyes widened at the sight of him letting you borrow it.

“What are you making?” The one with the scomp asked.

“Just a stir fry, trying to use up the vegetables before they go bad.” You answered.

“Need a hand?” The pale man asked.

‘No but you do’ You thought in your head but decided not to make the distasteful joke, you didn’t know him well enough.

“If you could pick out some aromatics or seasonings that would be really helpful, in G8 you can find them.” You looked over at him.

“No problem.” He stood up and nodded to you, you couldn’t help but smile at his willingness to help out. You started chopping up some of the vegetables, you were a pretty decent cook and you had good knife skills, and the vibro-blade helped you cut really fast.

The long haired one offered you some collapsible plates to serve the food in.

You made everyone a plate, the little one you served first and then you passed the rest out randomly, you all sat down near the fire, the men were chatting away, mostly Wrecker, but you were pretty quiet.

“You know, I never got your name.” The long haired one asked, he was sitting close to you, Omega sitting in between the two of you.

“(Y/N),” You told him your actually name, just how you told Wrecker,” And you are?”

“Hunter, and this is Omega.” He nodded to the girl next to you, she waved, her mouth full of food to say anything.

“I know the other ones names except, Wrecker and Tech but not the other one.” You said.

“I’m Echo, pleasure to meet you Miss.” He heard your conversation and saluted you with his hand.

Now at least you knew their names.

“Why are you called Hunter?” You asked him with caution.

He smirked at the hesitation in your voice,” Because of my skills. I can track things or people down with my senses.”

“Wait… are you force sensitive or something?” You asked him.

“No, thank the maker. Just sensitive to everything around me.”

“Sensitive on the inside too?” You joked.

“Maybe.” He put a hand on his heart, joking along with you.

You started to get a feel of everyone’s personalities, at least what they wore on the outside. Omega and Hunter were two Pea’s in a pod, she looked up to him and Hunter loved having her by his side. He was protective and watchful, a bit stoic but can take a joke. Tech is more interested in technology than people around him, but he doesn’t mind conversation nor social cues. Echo seems like a gentleman, willing to help at any moment, but also a bit stoic. And Wrecker? Terrifying when you see him, especially in battle but a dramatic jokester with a soft side.

They were an odd bunch, they didn’t look like quite clones, but you didn’t mind, you weren’t the typical Jedi. You were still a bit goofy in some ways, you weren’t as peaceful and calm as you used to be, a bit reserved but you craved company, and it was right in front of you so you were going to at least try to pursue it.

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HIS CHEST OH-

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When you’re cuddling- laying in bed and his boob is the perfect pillow. Warm and soft. It’s your favorite when he’s not wearing a shirt obviously. Listening to his heart beating strong and steady therein. He’s distracted looking at something else like work or his phone maybe but you’re looking up at him. Smiling up at his grumpy face and using his pecs as pillows.

When you’ve had a long day- you come home and he’s cooking in the kitchen. Something he knows you love. You march in there, your boyfriend turning around with his usual greeting “Hi baby…” “There’s my girl…” “Hey mama…” And you just head butt into his chest. The perfect cushion. With a heavy sigh, explaining the ups and downs of your day while he stands perfectly still for you to rest on him. Maybe one of his big warm hands coming to push the hair off the back of your neck and massage his fingers at your nape. Your cheek squishing against his sternum.

When you catch him off guard- he’s on his phone or whatever, maybe in the kitchen and you just randomly snake your hands around him and grab his chest from behind. Squeezing the muscle in your palms and giving him a deadly serious look. Only your eyes peeking over his bulky shoulder. “What.” he looks back at you, brow raised in suspicion. “You always squeeze mine so I get to squeeze yours too.” you reason and he shrugs. “Fair enough…” and goes back to whatever he was doing before. Clasping his hands over your smaller ones and walking around the apartment with you attached to him.

When he’s telling you about a recent fight- saying his pain tolerance is super high. “Hit me in the chest babe, it won’t even hurt.” He challenges while you’re sitting on his lap. “I’m not gonna hit you.” You argue, crossing your arms. “Come on baby… it doesn’t hurt.” He eventually convinces you to after many minutes and you finally do it. Smack! Your fist, more gently than you normally would obviously, into his right pectoral. “Ow! fuck…” He hisses, feigning pain and clutching his chest. “Oh no I’m sorry! Was that too hard?!” You instantly worry, wishing you never listened to your lovable idiot. “No baby, I’m just kidding…” His arms engulfing you, lifting you up, flipping you over on the couch and smothering your giggling lips with kisses.

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When he’s on top of you- your hands on his chest, fingers digging in and leaving little crescent moons. His abs flexing and working with every thrust deep into you. When he leans down to kiss your lips, his pecs press down on your breasts, squishing them down, and you swear you can feel his thumping heart on your skin. Gasping his name and wrapping your arms around him, his broad chest pressing you down into the mattress, his deep voice growling and groaning beside your ear as he works the both of you up to bliss.

When you’re riding him- hands pressing down on his abdomen and then his hairy chest. Looking down at him with low lidded eyes and your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. Trying your best to keep bouncing on his thick dick. Gushing and whining, thighs burning. His chest sheened in sweat. And when you get too tired, he’s gripping your hips and pistoning his cock up into you with undying strength. Your finger nails scratching into his chest, leaving red hot marks in their wake. Collapsing onto his chest as you come hard, laying on him, soft and fucked out. Moving up and down on his chest with every pant from his lungs.

MIGUEL, SATORU, TOJI, ANDY, SUGURU, SUKUNA, your fav

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Dance

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LINE Webtoon has announced the upcoming release of nine new titles and a new season for popular Katie Cook series Nothing Special. The rollout includes new series from creators Thom Zahler, Marvel Zombies scribe Fred Van Lente, Monica Gallagher, three-time Eisner-winner Paul Tobin, and others, ranging in a variety of genres from comedy and action to romance and horror.

These new titles will release alongside the previously announced line-up of Outrage, by Deadpool co-creator Fabian Nicieza and artist Reilly Brown; Finality, by Warren Ellis and four-time Eisner-winner Colleen Doran; Backchannel, by Stan Lee, Tom Akel, and Andie Tong; and Caster, by Austin Harrison, Mike Raitch, Zah Howard, and Jason Masters, with original music by Common; as well as the highly anticipated return of Sanford Greene’s 1000 and 2018 Eisner-nominee Brothers Bond by Ryan Benjamin and Kevin Grevioux.

The new releases include:

Eat Fighter by Fred Van Lente (Marvel Zombies, Big Trouble in Little China), Crystal Skillman, and Fernando Pinto – launching this summer.

Eat Fighter is a competitive eating, zombie murder epic that follows Miss, a thirty-something fitness nut who throws away her kale and step-counting ways to become a superstar on the competitive eating circuit. Following the lifestyle of her late brother, who was a champion competitive eater himself, she embarks on a quest to Seoul to become the World Champion Eat Fighter. But eating barrels of barbecue and acres of apple pie doesn’t come without a price—so what’s Miss’s secret as to why she can eat as much as she wants and never gain a pound? 

  BOO! It’s Sex by Danielle Corsetto (Girls With Slingshots) and Monica Gallagher (Assassin Roommate) – launching this summer.

High school classmates Denise, Christine, Lindsey, and Kim, move into a former sorority house for their first year of college, and immediately discover the ghost of a dead sorority girl stuck in a discarded bottle of tequila. While the freshwomen are settling into college life, Tara settles herself into the center of their personal lives, acting as a seasoned mentor for their transition from girls to ladies. Being dead for a while (she never has the same answer for when or how) has given Tara a perplexingly thorough knowledge of sex, relationships, body stuff, and even friendship.

Renai the Witch by Keron Grant (Superman, Iron Man) and Ytasha Womack – launching in late 2018.

Renai is convinced that madness follows her every step.  After her boyfriend Tory betrays her by falling in love with her best friend Angela, Renai becomes convinced that Angela cast a spell on him.  A meeting with her Aunt Kita confirms her suspicions of an underworld of sorcery.  In order to save her beloved Tory, she must connect with her inner witch and the light within herself to stand up to the grim forces in her way. 

Messenger by three-time Eisner-winner Paul Tobin (Bandette, Plants Vs. Zombies) and Ray Nadine – launching May 2018.

Messenger follows Dare Crilley, a bike messenger who is utterly unsurpassed. She scoffs at bad weather, traffic is barely an obstacle, and she’s never missed a delivery. That’s good, because Dare is about to discover her mysterious new client is literally divine, and that a dispute between the gods means the fate of the universe rests on a series of increasingly more difficult bicycle deliveries. Will Dare fail on any of these fateful missions? Can she assemble all the parts for the Legendary Divine Bicycle? One thing’s for sure, Dare never backs down when it’s time to deliver.

Shadow Pirates by Sean Galloway (Hellboy Animated, The Spectacular Spider-Man) and Ian Hopps – launching in late 2018.

In Shadow Pirates, Mao, leader of The Yakooza Group, is stuck behind bars in Old San Diego following an unfortunate run in with The Shadow Pirates.  After convincing a group of teenagers to aid in his escape by promising them a greater power than they can imagine the ultimate burst they are transported to New San Diego where they begin their adventure to unlock the burst in the form of The Four Horseman: war, pestilence, famine, and death.

Divination by Eisner-nominee Val Staples (Criminal, X-Men), Gina Iorio, and Melinda Timpone – launching this fall.

In the gothic thriller Divination, readers will explore the world of death, demons, spirits, and angels, after Ana’s teenage life is thrown into chaos when she begins to see manifestations of the undead. As the mysterious Reapers continue to appear with more intensity, Ana soon finds herself on a path towards an uncertain destiny that will have drastic consequences for both her and the entire world.

Cupid’s Arrows by Thom Zahler (Warning Label, My Little Pony) – launching in late 2018.

Cupid’s Arrows follows Rick and Lora, a team of Arrows who work for Cupid, the god of love, and attempt to execute the wishes of The Book of Love, which gives the details on which couples will get together for a legendary love story. They’ve received their newest mission and must work together to bring about the perfect and memorable moment, assuring a lasting start to their couple’s relationship.  However, even after working together for hundreds of years, they banter and bicker like brother and sister to cover the feelings they have for each other–will these Arrows finally realize they are more than just friends? 

Nothing Special Season 2 by Katie Cook

In Nothing Special, spirits, gods, and demons wander both their realm and ours. The series follows Callie, a lonely teen who grew up splitting her time between the human and spirit worlds due to her father’s job as an antiques collector in the spirit world. When her father mysteriously vanishes in the spirit realm, Callie is forced to journey further into the world than ever before in an attempt to rescue him. In Season 2, readers can continue to explore Callie’s world filled with adventure, family secrets, and romance.

Heart Wired by Leanne Hannah (Masters of the Universe) and Rod Hannah – launching this summer.

Heart Wired follows 16-year-old Cal Mills, one of the first of seven children born on Mars. Cal has always dreamed of traveling to Earth and experiencing the birthplace of humanity firsthand. However, he is held back by his fragile body, genetically-engineered to tolerate the microgravity environment of Mars. His parents have religious and philosophical issues with the trans-humanist movement, which pushes for total replacement of the organic biological systems of the human body with the synthetic machine. Things change when communication with Earth gets cut off suddenly and it becomes clear that a war of annihilation has taken place. The final act of the automated space-based military forces will be to eliminate all rival extraterrestrial assets.

Metaphorical Her by James Maddox, David Stoll, and Justin Birch – launching this summer.

Humiliated and exiled, a young poet and her friends build an underground following while fighting against the white-collar criminals who threaten their careers. In Metaphorical Her, Eleanor “Laney” Petra makes a social misstep and offends the man who holds the keys to success in her chosen field of work, poetry. Discovering an unlikely audience in the local rock scene, Laney shows that she can build a sizable following of outsiders that will force the poetic scene to recognize her and her work. All the while, Laney must fend off the people who want to cage her, her friends, and hinder their ambition.

​LINE Webtoon Announces Slate of Upcoming Releases #comics #webcomics LINE Webtoon has announced the upcoming release of nine new titles and a new season for popular Katie Cook series 

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