An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Banana Bus Squad
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John | Kryozgaming/Ryan | Ohmwrecker
Characters: John | KryozGaming, Ryan | Ohmwrecker
Summary:
Ohm is at a party that John (his crush) happened to be at.
White noise just bustling through his ears and infecting him with the simple feeling of annoyance.
He’d spotted the horde before anyone else, simply pushing his scope against the bottom of his brow and firing.
Several yells of his squad were heard and plenty of other fires were heard, bullets zooming into the crowd and fishing out each and every dark, light, and even pale skinned zombie.
His breath was held briefly when a silver eyed zombie stared back through his scope.
His brain wasn’t cloudy, the fog of noise was gone.
He blinked once and cleared his throat, checking if he could hear himself still.
He could hear his cough and sputter, he could hear the bullets...
His head was cleared from all remaining white noise though.
The silver eyes stood out among the horde, the zombie’s head tilting slowly in dull confusion.
John cleared his throat, took aim, and fired deep into that undead’s aching head.
The zombie was gone... but not dead and lying to rot on the ground.
John leaned back and glanced over without his scope to find that fucker.
His head filled with noise again and he groaned, hand driving up from his trigger to rub at his temple.
It was louder, buzzing with such vibrancy he thought his head would explode.
He spotted that silver eyed fucker again, taking aim once more and enjoying the quiet peace as the white noise in his head dulled.
Within seconds, he finally understood and pulled his finger off the trigger.
That zombie’s eyes were cleaning out his head.
The zombie’s flesh still looked freshly gory, John guessed it was a 28 year old male with nice brunette hair and a shaven chin.
A knife was stabbed deep in it’s side, another sticking from his arm.
The zombie raised his head and looked him in the eyes once more, pausing to watch him curiously.
A bullet from his squad members fired in the zombie’s direction.
He disappeared again and reappeared even closer to the gate, at the front of the horde now.
“What’s that tale about soulmates?”
His closest friend glanced at him warily, “We all know it’s no-”
“I don’t give a fuck. Just tell me.”
The fellow American grunted but let up and told him, “You know it’s your soulmate if your heart rate speeds up and your head feels innocently cleared, jackass.”
John nodded and looked back through his scope, pointing it at the silver eyed zombie again.
“I may have found mine.”
“A zombie?”
John huffed and shot again but the zombie, once again, shifting off to the side in silence.
“Let’s kill off the rest. We’re keeping that silver eyed zombie.”
His buddy humphed but followed his orders.
John hopped down after finishing off a good quarter of the horde.
Their gates were being beaten up senselessly by the horde’s front lines.
He grabbed dual pistols from his sides and let his sniper hang around his back, aiming it at the gates.
The wooden bars splintered and gave way to the immediate haul and push.
The silver eyed zombie came through and stopped, letting out a snarl.
The zombies around it turned and shifted away, collapsing in a heap on the ground.
Zombies further away continued inside, the silver eyed zombie letting a smile form on it’s still-intact jaw.
John let hell loose on the front lines, the silver eyed zombie moving from the bullets that made it to him.
John’s squad mates hopped down to join in, finishing off another quarter of the horde.
“We can’t finish them all, John, we need to evacuate.”
“10 of us, half to go. We’re fine.”
A few of the others continued shooting.
However, a few more retreated and packed nearly every resource possible.
John raised his pistols again after reloading, releasing his wraith and fury on the forsaken beasts entering his kingdom.
Soon, the ones who retreated had come back with more weapons and began releasing their own wraith onto the front lines of the horde.
The silver eyed zombie continued shuffling forward, his form reaching the squad within minutes and letting out a frightening snarl.
A few more zombies that neared the squad had collapsed quickly, a domino affect hitting the horde at a massive rate.
“John, you’re responsible if he so much as scratches us.”
John muttered an, “I know,” before holstering his pistols.
All that were left from the horde of 50+ zombies, were some stragglers that were quickly finished off.
“I’ll get to replacing the gates, you three come with me.”
John nodded them off, “Be safe.”
He held out an arm, off to his side and turned, offering a hug of some sort to the silver eyed zombie.
The undead being stepped forward, eyes searching John’s for a form of comfort.
John glanced him up and dead and poked his cheek.
Silver eyes darted to the finger then followed the arm up to John’s wavy hair.
John, once again, offered a side hug to the zombie.
The being simply stepped forward and laid his forehead on the man’s shoulder, a breathy grunt leaving it’s mouth.
The tattered clothes plastered to green skin reminded John of a gamer.
Speaking of green skin, it had become lighter... and less bloody and gory.
A small voice piped up from his shoulder and neck, “Hello, Johnny boy...”
John’s eyes widened and he jerked away briefly, arms reaching towards the weak looking male fast.
His hands cradled the man’s cheeks and examined his face, fingers brushing against healthier looking pale skin.
“O-Ohm...”
The tattered hoodie had his symbol on it and his smile stretched wide, “I knew I’d f-find you...”
John pulled the other close, feeling his eyes burn as he inhaled deeply in the other’s neck.
“‘m... tired...”
John nodded, an arm wrapped around his waist and ducked beneath his shoulders, “Alright, come on, follow me, Ryan.”
Day 2 of the V-Day Fics. Prompt today was Bouquet. Read Day 1 Here. Now just enjoy the KryOhm :D
“Do you you need any help?” The voice startled Ryan, making his eyes along with the rest of him jump up to see who was speaking to him. It was such a casual and laid back voice, a huge contrast to the preppy tones he expected to hear. And the person matched the voice. Blue eyes and white blond hair with plenty of volume that had bits of natural brown trying to peak out. Blue and white tropical shirt along with white jeans and shoes to match.
“No, I’m good.” Ryan replied, scratching his head as he rose to meet the stranger. “I was just ... I’m being really indecisive about whether or not I should bring flowers on this blind date.”
“First one?” The guy asked, Ryan glancing at the shirt in an attempt to catch the name on his name tag. He didn’t see one unfortunately.
“Yeah. My friend Luke said it up. Said, ‘Be nice for your antisocial ass to get out of the house for once in your fucking life.’” The guy laughed, causing Ryan’s concentrated face to break into a smile. Maybe he could ditch the blind date for this guy.
“Maybe check the Tinder profile he created for you.”
“Wow. Love how highly you think of me.” The other man winked, giggling as he made his way behind the counter again. “But I don’t know if he’s allergic or if it’s a little too forward. Then again I don’t want to be that one guy who shows up to a date empty handed. But are flowers too much? I mean, what do you think?”
“Hey man, I really don’t care.” He sighed. “I’m getting off in a few.”
“Hey, man.” Another man pokes his head out the back room door, his words laced by a unique accent Ryan couldn’t quite place. “Swagger ran out of his weed. You got any up here?”
“Sure Fitz, give me a sec.” Ryan doesn’t pay much attention, the two cracking jokes and references the flew right over his head. He was still listening, as maybe this Fitz would drop the other guys name. “Here it is.”
“Alright. Thanks Kryoz.” The name took Ryan a second to process. He smirked a little, the username registering in his head almost immediately. He didn’t even need to check the screenshot Luke sent him. He just knew.
“You know what?” Ryan declared, loud enough to get the other man’s attention. “I think I will get a bouquet.”
“Okay. Which ones you want?”
“That depends. Which ones do you like?” The words’ implication seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
“The yellow and red ones are my favorite.” He answered seriously. Ryan frowned. Alright, Plan B.
“I’ll take those then. And hey, did you have any of those little tags to say who it’s from.”
“Yeah, we do. Hold on a sec while I get these ready for you.” Ryan waited patiently, glancing around the quaint little boutique. The profile said Kryoz, or John as that was his real name, was a vaper, avid CS:GO player, fashionable, and had a very laid back persona. He wondered how that kind of man was able to land a job dealing with prissy women all day.
“Earth to ... other person.” John snapped his fingers, drawing Ryan’s attention back to reality. “Who to?”
“John. That’s my dates name.”
“Figured as much. From?”
“Ohm. Short for Ohmwrecker.” Kryoz blinked, taking several long seconds to finally picking up on what Ryan was putting down. “John?”
“You couldn’t have given me twenty minutes to clean up?” Ryan laughed, John joining in quickly after. “Okay, Okay. I’ll have my coworker J-Toby take over. Wanted to call him John for a second there. Weird. Anyways, let me throw on something that I didn’t pull out of my closet haphazardly because I woke up 20 minutes before I had to be here. Okay?”
