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zqmbies · 4 months

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“I think I love you”

Eli Cardshyan x Reader

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Word count : 1.7k

Warnings : Cursing, Mentions of zombies, mentions of cannibalism, spoilers, somewhat proofread, and more

Authors note : For people who have not watched the show, i’d just like to point out that Eli Cardashyan is not racist or discriminating towards Wesley. He got bullied in highschool by Wesley and is holding a grudge.

I DONT CONSENT TO ANY COPYING OR TAKING INSPO. DO NOT USE MY WRITING FOR AI OR ANYTHING OF THE SUCH.

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A loud ringing sound erupts your eardrums suddenly, you were sitting down on the bleachers watching the hornet’s playoffs when the explosion happened. Loud screaming and dust filled the air as you screamed and ducked, covering your head. Eli was supposed to meet you there at the game, but where was he? He was probably late. You start panicking as you look around frantically trying to find the brunette haired boy, people running and screaming around you. Panicked and scared people pushing and shoving. A blonde girl shoves you to the ground trying to run out of the stadium.

Groaning, you get up and eventually just realize you need to get out of here. You start running to the exit trying not to bump into the frantic teenagers. You see Mr Burr talking to Josh, telling him to find his emergency buddy. You run up towards him as people rush past you running for their cars. “What the fuck is happening?!” You shout, still in shock. There was still a light ringing in your ears but you could manage. Josh looks over your head frantically searching out for someone, “Have you seen Sam?!" He shouts. “No!” You shout, answering his question. Because honestly, you didn't want to speak to her after an argument over the phone. You felt Josh tug at your arm and drag you away frantically from the stadium.

A few weeks had passed and you had learned that all the adults had turned into “ghoulies”, zombie-like creatures, craving blood. You and Josh had survived together and decided to stick together. He had acquired a samurai sword named after his girlfriend, Sam. You had found a kitchen knife as a weapon against the ghoulies, not the best, but enough. Along the way, you two picked up Wesley, the old jock bully turned into a pacifist samurai, and Anjelica, the fire obsessed kid Josh used to babysit. Even though weeks had passed, you kept thinking back to the stadium, confused about what had happened to send it into the state of disrepair it was in. "Where are we going?" You ask, walking slightly behind Josh.

"The mall, it should be safe from the ghoulies.” Josh explained. You guys walk up to the mall as Josh skates beside you guys, pushing his foot against the gravel and dirt on the ground to gain more speed. Once you reach the mall, to your luck, it was locked. “Fuck. Has a tribe taken over this mall?” You questioned, head turning to Wesley and Anjelica. “No, this mall isn’t owned by any tribe, it should be free range.” Anjelica says, shaking her head. “Step back.” Wesley warns, the rest of you guys step back as Wesley tries to break the chain with his samurai sword. As Wesley starts swinging his sword at the chain the faint sound of a motorcycle could be heard coming closer and closer. “Shit, do you guys think that’s Baron Triumph??” Josh mutters, one hand on his hip one on his sword, his skateboard tilted off the ground by the weight of his foot on one side,the panic evident in his voice. “Wesley hurry!” Anjelica shouts at Wesley, her eyes focused on the motorcycle coming towards them. “Chill man! I’m gonna get this door open.” Wesley assures as he starts to swing his sword harder.

The motorcycle in the distance just got closer and closer, the panic rising in you and the group, eventually the motorcycle came around the corner and slowed down, stopping in front of you and the group. Baron Triumph carefully got off his motorcycle and started to pull off his helmet revealing he was actually… Eli Cardashyan? “Eli?!” You shout in disbelief, not expecting to see him, let alone not expecting him to be THE Baron Triumph, the kid eating Baron Triumph. “The kid’s a fake.” Josh retorts as he walks over to Eli, who was proudly standing with his feet apart, helmet under one arm and the other hand on his hip. Josh points to the very obvious training wheels and fake Triumph sticker made out of cardboard. Before Josh could say anything though, you rush past him, heading for Eli as you jump into his arms and wrap your arms around him tightly. Eli had to drop his helmet onto the ground just to make sure you didn’t fall, although he was a bit in shock from the sudden hug, he hugged back just as tightly. He kisses the top of your forehead as he continues to just hold you for a bit before eventually letting go.

Eli walks towards the others, putting his hand on your waist gently. Anjelica groans and yanks at the lock, trying to see if Wesley loosened it at all. “Ugh this stupid lock won’t budge !” She shouts with an irritated grunt. “This your mall Cardashyan?” Wesley questions with a slightly shocked expression. “Like— The whole thing?” He continues. “You bet baby! It’s so sick.” Eli replies with a stupid grin, he walks up to the lock, letting go of your waist as he digs through his jacket pocket searching for the key, once he finds it he jams it in. After unlocking it he yanks out the key and pulls the chain away from the door handles, the chains dropping to the floor with a *Clink !* sound.

He pulls against the handles and the door opens, the fragrance of pretzels and expensive perfumes from shops in the mall invades your nose as the group starts to walk in. You follow behind Wesley and Anjelica as they go in first, Eli and Josh behind you. “You guys are lucky I came here when I did or you guys would’ve never been able to experience my crib” Eli comments with a goofy grin. “Your crib?” You repeat, choking back a snicker as you guys walk past Hot topics, Annie’s, and other clothing or food shops.

“Yeahh, I don’t usually like sharing so you guys are lucky I started to get a bit—“ He replies, he coughs out a barely audible “—a bit lonely.” You giggle to yourself while walking towards Belks. “Wow, The Eli Cardashyan getting lonely? Never.” You comment playfully, a smile forming across your face as you nudge his elbow. “Yeah but anyway, I don’t want you guys using up all my stuff.” He says with a playful eye roll.

“Especially you Wesley.” He retorts out the Wesley part. “Woah, chill man! What’d I ever do to you? I barely even remember you from highschool.” Wesley questioned, raising his hands up to signal peace. “You're my mortal enemy, Wesley. Don’t act like you never made fun of me in highschool.” Eli grumbles, he had stopped walking at this point and had turned around facing Wesley. “Eli calm down, that was in highschool, Wesley has changed.” You comment, gently grabbing Eli’s arm to try to cool him off. Eli lets out a huff and turns around, clearly irritated, “Doesn’t mean I have to trust him.” He grumbles storming off towards a belk’s outlet, you following shortly behind him. You both walk into the Belk’s outlet, he reaches the bed section and flops on his back onto a mattress with a heavy sigh. You jog over to the mattress he was laying against, you sit on the edge beside him. “Hey.” You whisper, your hand reaching over to caress his until your fingers intertwine.

“I never said you had to trust him,” you commented softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. Eli didn't reply, but he didn't pull his hand away. “I mean, I don't think I'd be the most friendly with him either.” You chuckled, your fingers still intertwined. You could feel the heat radiating off his palm. “But that was, what? Months ago?” You rolled your eyes jokingly, turning your head away from him. Shifting to get more comfortable on the mattress, shuffling just a little closer to Eli. “I dont want-” he cut you off. “Yeah, because I'll forgive him just like that.” The sarcasm was clear in his voice, and you took a deep breath. “I don't want you to forgive him, I don't care if you don't, but at least tolerate him.” you continued.

“We're in the middle of a ghoulie outbreak, and I've found that you can't exactly concentrate on surviving if your mind is filled with hate for a dude that probably won't matter in a few years.” You finish. Eli is still quiet, but you find that you can't hear his breathing no matter how much you listen in. You turn your gaze towards him, it landing on the back of his head. You started to feel a bit concerned as his grip on your hand became ever so slightly tighter. “Eli?” You say, the nervousness in your gut increasing.

Then, a giggle. What? You furrow your brows and lean slightly closer. “..Are you okay?” You ask, but he didn't answer. The only reply that came was another quiet giggle. Then a few following after, until he turned to you. His cheeks slightly red and his mouth a small grin, small giggles continuing to come from him. You feel yourself smile slightly, and you let out a small chuckle. “What? What's so funny?” You ask, but he didn't answer, just continuing to giggle. “You’re just so pretty.” He comments with a grin plastered on his face. “It’s just so cute when you get worried about me.” He adds as he scoots over closer to you, he smiles warmly at you. “Wow, is The Eli Cardashyan calling me, pretty?” You question playfully with a giggle. “You bet.” He replies as he climbs on top of you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug, heat basically radiating off of him. “I think I love you, Eli Cardashyan.” You comment, twirling his hair around your fingers, Eli buries his head into your neck, leaving small kisses against your neck and underneath your jawline. “I know, I'm irresistible.” He says playfully letting out a muffled giggle, you let out a giggle in response, flicking his head with your finger playfully. You hear a muffled “Ow!” and giggle to yourself. “I love you too.” He says as he lifts his head up, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

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in-the-multiverse · 6 months

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I really enjoy the life series being a thing that goes “thrown into a death game and shit gets intense and we all end up needing therapy” BUT ALSO the meta version where it’s “Grian invited us to a death game and we voluntarily went and shit got intense but it’s all good we know we’re doing this for entertainment, no hard feelings anywhere (although some players hold grudges stronger than others)”

But what if it was combined? Sorta like genloss

Maybe it’s only the winners who see eldritch beings holding cameras or floating cameras. The winners get a special mic held up to them while they rant about their strategies or thoughts. Maybe everyone else sees it too, but it becomes invisible to them as the season progresses. As shit gets intense and they get their head lost in the game

And Gem, the newest addition, doesn’t have seasons worth of ignoring the things out of the corner of her eye. She catches a camera and stares right at it. At the audience. Us

The eye imagery still stands, because what the players perceive as floaty glowing eyes are actually camera lens. Reflective black “eyes”. Watching. Waiting. Recording

#secret life #trafficblr #traffic series #reminder that everyone can interpret and enjoy the life series however they want #this is just one take on it #I do love me a concept where everyone brings their own special cameras #and at the end of the day they go back to their lil editing rooms and make their lil cinematic episodes #break time is everyone having a picnic together #but like #the angst potential of everyone being in their own worlds #and every so often having to live through betrayal and drama between friends #I eat that up too #OOO AND GENLOSS THEMES #the audience choosing what the characters will do #the tasks being harmless and silly in the beginning #but get more risky dramatic and aggressive as the episodes go #the final few shoving and kicking each other to stay in the spotlight #to stay relevant #to stay alive #but it’s all an illusion of choice #there is no true escape #not until the audience loses interest #and you know how that goes

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