five acts exchange round #2 - my list
So I really shouldn't have time for this BUT I'LL MAKE IT because I loved it last round. Also, some prompts will be recycled and others won't. Also this new banner I'm using is so shiny. <3
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She finishes loading the shotgun with a loud click (ever since the island---the first time---she’s kept an arsenal in her apartment, because you never know, she says) and stares hazily at the board. “I’m passing Go. Collecting my $200.”
“Like you need any more money,” he quips as he refreshes her drink. “I’ve already got three houses mortgaged to you.” They probably shouldn’t be doing this, not with the dull roar of chaos wafting up to where they sit, fifteen stories above it all, not with the news stations going dark one by one as the studios get attacked. But this is, sort of, what he came for, what he’s been dreaming of for too many years, and he’ll be damned if he lets anything, even the zombie-pocalypse---especially the zombie-pocalypse---get in his way. If he’s going to die, he might as well go out in style, living the dream.
“You could always foreclose,” she says, desperate, hysteria lurking behind her serene expression.
“Well, everybody else is doing it, why not me?” He keeps it easy-going and sarcastic, not just because that’s his natural temperament, but because he can tell she needs him to. It’s nice to be needed.
She laughs, and they make eye contact, not for the first time that day, but for the first time in that way---the way that makes his stomach hot and his head confused.
“The flowers were pretty… what was left of them,” she says, trying to sound casual. It’s the first time she’s acknowledged what he’d mentioned about asking her out.
Frank shrugs, also pretending to be nonchalant, even though his palms have started sweating again. “They made a pretty good weapon. I’ll get you a replacement bunch if we ever get to go outside again.” As he thinks more about it, he realizes that the flowers are a lot like the woman sitting across the table from him: pretty, sweet-smelling, and unexpectedly fierce.
“What else did you have in mind? Before all this started,” she asks. She leans on the table, staring intently into his eyes. He couldn’t escape her gaze, even if he wanted to.
“Pretty much this,” he replies. “Without the guns, though.”
“I would have said yes,” she says softly, reaching out and resting her little hand atop his.
Frank lifts himself out of his chair to kiss her from across the table, and knows he’d fight a million zombies to keep this moment going forever.
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No, seriously, YOU HAD FRANK KILLING A ZOMBIE WITH FLOWERS. I think that if I don't force myself to be coherent I'll just flail to you about that. But it was such genius and such... such a thing I could totally envision him doing. Frank killing zombies with flowers. GOD IT'S SO BRILLIANT.
Also, you totally... er... hit my kind-of-really-weird-vanilla-kink that would be people playing board games. Especially Monopoly. Oh dear the dialogue was so brilliant in that bit. Though it was everywhere really. Your Frank voice is spectacular, and I just love the he wanted to court her the old-fashioned way. AND SUN HAD AN ARSENAL AND SHOOTS AT ZOMBIES. That's so FIERCE. Oh dear you might have turned me into a hardcore Frank/Sun shipper with this. Also I loved them kissing at the end and how this was basically optimistic (as Frank is!) while there's a zombie apocalypse going on. In conclusion, this is brilliant and you're amazing and I love it to pieces. <3333 thank youuu!! :D
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Sun is totally fierce. That's why Frank lurves her.
So glad you liked it!
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