yes, with a "z". unlike you i am hip with the kids

where i put dangerous fellows fanfics. 18+ sometimes.

[dangerous-fellowz]

lawrence post ending fic (good ending.)

authors note: honestly it's pretty short.

he had dragged you down to the basement when the zombies came in, für elise still rang in your ears, all these days later.

you felt sick, unable to stop feeling warm and fuzzy when the ex. leader came into your part of the basement. in the beginning, you didn't notice much besides the fact that you were trapped here. however you soon noticed the walls were covered in foraged posters of your favorite movies and bands. he really did listen.

lawrence knocked on the wall before opening the curtain that divided your living arrangement. "hello, i finally got the propane stove to work, and i made dinner." it was pancakes on plates that look more fit in a grandma's china cabinet then lawrence's hand.

you wanted to hate him, you wanted to blame the feelings on stockholm syndrome. however your heart swelled at the basic acts of kindness that lawrence presented you with.

"thank you. it looks good."

you praise him even just a little and he responds like an orphaned dog who was called a "good boy" for the first time ever.

to be fair, according to him you are the first person to be selflessly nice to him. you can't help but wonder what if harry or judy met him first, would you be dead right now? the thought made your hands begin to shake, unable to bring yourself to eat. the tears you tried to hide flooded your cheeks, rubbing your face as a way to self sooth.

lawrence looked uncomfortable and confused. "does it taste that bad?" he asked, not being an emotional or empathetic person in thw slightest.

"no lawrence it's wonderful! you're genuinely so wonderful and lovely! you pay attention to what i say, you make my favorite foods, you rationalize my fears, you protect me! you're so painfully blunt and yet so charismatic while not understanding social cues at all! i adore you lawrence!-" you say through the tears, feeling his warm hand rest on your knee.

"...that's rather sweet! i adore you too, more even!" he clearly still doesn't understand why you're crying. lawrence assumes it's just happy tears and being overwhelmed.

you look up at him, one hand clutching the fabric of your pants, the other holding his hand so tightly that your nails dig into his skin. "then why kill them lawrence? i'm yours i've always been yours and yet you show me your love in such a selfish way! they didn't deserve that! i don't want any of your 'you're just too kindhearted to see that they were only going to bring you pain' bullshit lawrence! stop trying to fucking gaslight me into believing that you destroying lives was for anything other than your self benefit!" you sobbed out, looking him dead in the eyes. you weren't afraid of him.

lawrence could only stammer. this came out of no where for him, in his opinion. he took his spare hand, and gently wipe away your tears. "i am sorry that i upset you so much, i never wanted that."

you leaned into the touch, digging your nails further into his skin to assure he would bleed. it clearly bugged him a bit, but he would deal with it. "you are only sorry to see the consequences of your actions. i wish i hated you. it's what you deserve. i haven't been able to hear anything but für elise in my head since. their screams lawrence, i loved them, their screams haunt me, they were my family. their final words are carved into my very bones. all i wanted was tranquility. you stole my ability to ever rest again."

lawrence froze as you spoke, his heart breaking visibly. "i cannot bring them back, or erase what i've done. however i want to fix what i broke of you, like you did to me. i can care for you. when we are older we can remake our own family weather that's with children or rescuing pets. i just want for you to feel safe again. i love you too much to see you crumble like this." he said, a genuine fondness in his voice.

part of you hated yourself for pushing the dinner out of the way before allowing yourself to collapse in his arms. tears staining his button up as you both held onto each other for dear life.

"lawrence i love you more than you can imagine, despite of what you did. i want to show you that love isn't isolation and servitude. let's take care of each other, until both of our hearts ache from the weight of our love."

[foolhearteyes]

Oh, okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that gaslight gatekeep girlboss meme, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you think modern feminism has been co-opted by corporations. But what you don’t know is that that meme is not from Instagram, it's not from Twitter, it's not from Tiktok, it’s actually from Tumblr. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in January 2021, Tumblr user missnumber1111 posted, "today's agenda: gaslight gatekeep and most importantly girlboss." And then I think it was a-m-e-t-h-y-s-t-r-o-s-e, wasn’t it, who reblogged it with an image of the phrase edited over a piece of "Live, Laugh, Love" wall art? And then gaslight gatekeep girlboss showed up in the feeds of eight different Twitter repost accounts. Then it filtered down through Instagram and then trickled on down into some tragic “alt side of Tiktok” where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that meme represents millions of notes and countless Tumblr users and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from Tumblr when, in fact, you’re wearing the meme that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of “stuff.”

[jkthinkythoughts]

I swear this is how I feel every time I see a Tumblr screenshot out in the wild

[kissyouagainandagain]

[nyancrimew]

Do you count disgusting gross and criminal people that read stuff like sexual assault, underage and incest in books or those people that wrote them? Because that's not a cop in your head that's just plain illegal, especially if it's painted positively like Game Of Thrones; IT; SNOW, GLASS, APPLES; and Lolita. Two of those stories have been banned for a good reason, they're plain moral degeneration and have caused society great harm.

most literate tumblr user

[nyancrimew]

least fascist tumblr user

[keionfire]

Ahahah, guys I put my jeans on this morning that have holes in and one of the holes lines up perfectly with my tattoo 😭

[keionfire]

Loooook

[p2ii]

[slipknut]

it’s the titematic universe

[official-boob-posts]

official boob post

[anonymeower]

[lzrdprsn]

mutuals, I am dropping full sized candy bars in your pumpkin shaped pail.

[cowboyscrypt]

i love my switch its like an animal to me. shhhh sweet pink and green creature download my software

[cowboyscrypt]

AND SLAM IN THE BACK OF MY DRAGULAAAAA 🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘

[scrimblospectrumdisorder]

okay but real talk gainax were fucking geniuses for this i think about it once a week minimum

[jurynullification]

Lesbians will see a girl using a weapon expertly and lose all higher cognitive functioning for 5 min

[inber]

[average-riot]

Smh, Dangerous Fellows fucked me up

I still don't like Lawrence, but I had to draw this bastard

[dangerous-fellowz]

zombie infested romantic walk with lawrence

mainly fluff and comedy tbh, however tw for mentions of death in a joke.

it was a casual monday evening, and you wanted to stretch your legs for a bit. so you ask lawrence if he wants to go on a stroll, march, prowl, promenade, hot girl walk, whatever he wishes to call it, you just want out of the house.

"promenade? are you bored enough to start reading the dictionary?" he asks, turning to you in his spinny desk chair.

you correct him and say you've been reading the thesaurus. which he rolls his eyes at in an amused fashion.

"ok, ok, sure. i'm almost finished writing the meal plan for this week anyways."

he gets up and pushes the chair in, before putting on the jacket you hate so much with its horrible orange color. you just slide on your shoes and reach your hand out for him to take.

he grabs both it and the safety kit as you both head out the door. you both bask in the setting sun like vitamin d deprived dogs. it was comfortable out, a nice breeze ruffling your lovers hair.

it feels so nice to just be you and him, the zombies don't count as people. they are simply background noise to the day. this has become your normal. dare you even say you are no longer surviving, but instead, thriving. life has never been better for you both, even if you do still mourn the ones you've lost (which you are alone in.)

lawrence points to an old drug store, that looks free of zombies. "do you want to do some shopping?"

"oh but, i don't know if i can afford it right now. everything is so expensive anymore!" you say jokingly, which goes right over his head.

he tilts his head like a puppy, smiling gently with his eyebrows knit together. "but... its free. we liv-"

"i'm going to steal it all." you threaten.

well now he looks concerned. "i mean really its foraging because we don't really have anyone to pay, let alone an economy to-"

"lawrence i'm so excited to steal all the lipgloss. all. the. gloss." you continue, which makes him catch onto the joke.

"well, the only thing you stole so far was, my heart." lawrence said, with an goofy grin. he wasn't good at this, but it made you love him more.

you both walked inside, picking up items and pretending as if times were normal. trying on those cheap sun glasses, lawrence picking you out a really sweet card, picking out nail polish for each other, lawrence putting an annoying toy on the top shelf so you can't reach it. you know. zombie date things.

you two reach the lip product area, and you pick up an shade of bright pink lip gloss. you turn to lawrence and say, "you know. scharlette did look drop dead gorgeous in this color."

which makes lawrence laugh so hard he has to sit down. yandere humor is typically a big hit or miss with him. this time it was an home run though.

when he collects himself he picks up an pastel pink tinted lip stick. "when i was young, i'd play with my mothers make up. i don't know why, i guess i wanted to be pretty." he says with an shrug.

you are pocketing different shiny glosses and just say, "yeah no, i can see that for you." and simply nothing more, which gives him an mini crisis before he notices hello kitty bandaids near by.

he stocks them in the safety kit, which now held: a knife, rubbing alcohol, some snacks, a note lawrence left you about how to clean a wound that was oddly lovey dovey, a lighter, plenty of water, and now cute bandaids. "lets head home before it gets too dark." he suggests, packing it up carefully.

you poke his cheek and smirk, "oh, is it grandpa hours? time to sleep the second the sun sets?" you ask, before he kisses your cheek.

"is it so bad to want to cuddle up next to my partner?" lawrence asked with a playful huff.

you blankly look at him. "you're just tired of holding the bag, huh?"

he looks away. "...no." so yes. you grab it as you two walk home.

the zombies are just background music to you two wandering back home. life may not be normal, but you both found a love that doesn't require a normal life. it's perfect just the way it is.

[dangerous-fellowz]

going to prom with lawrence

obviously this is the no zombie au, and mainly a warm up for me.

-he is student council president, so his biggest worry is party planning, which he focuses on the budgeting and marketing for.

-that is, until you complain about your lack of date. which, he offers to fill the position of.

-he buys an nice suit, making sure the tie matches your outfit. when he sees you all dressed up, for the first time in his life, he becomes speechless. of course you two have the nicest prom photos as well.

-however sadly, he is a horrible date. he has to focus so much on making it run smoothly, he completely neglects you. leaving you by yourself. not even a single slow dance.

=he even stays behind to help clean, and hes your ride so its not like you can just leave on your own. so you help as well, clearly frustrated.

-by the time everyone is gone, he realizes your change of emotion and feels incredibly guilty for not paying enough attention to you. he admits that this isnt how he hoped the night would go. however, he knows how to make it up to you.

-he connects his phone to the speakers and turns the lights low again. as music begins to fill the gym as emotions swell in your chest.

- lawrence grabs your hand, pulling you in close, as you two began to dance all your negative feelings away, laughing at the others clumsy movements.

-at one point, your four heads bump together, his glasses sliding down his nose, your bangs getting slightly messy. so he gently fixes your bangs, before his hand tenderly moves to your cheek.

-you two maintain eye contact for a fleeting moment that feels like forever and yet not long enough. you simply breathe out his name before your lips melt into his, and his arms find their home holding you tightly. 

[wichikar]

[lawrence-offical]

just because we are in the apocalypse doesn't mean you should stop reading! a person dies inside when they decide that they've learned enough.

[dangerous-fellowz]

woah,,, an lawrence rpg??? neat.

[creamysan]

♡クリーミーさん♡