#Twdg violet x reader

[d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g]

*ೃ𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚡 𝚜/𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢˚ · • . ° .༉‧₊˚.·˚

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This was so fun to do- 😭

⋆·˚ ༘ *Clementine.ೃ࿐

When you two got together, clem thought you were the sweetest, you would always take care of her, and AJ, you would read stories to her before bed, and you two hadn't kissed yet, I guess she was waiting for you to make the first move, and you were waiting for her to make the first move...that didn't happen, she would compliment you and she knew you would get flustered when she did,(ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵘˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ) eventually clem wanted affection like any other normal couple, so she had asked to kiss you and oh my god you turned a bright red like holy shit that shit was brighter than anyone's future in Ericson- sorry. She realised your flustered state and couldn't help but laugh a little, I mean you looked adorable trying to cool yourself down, by fanning your face with your hands, but she didn't force you or anything, you guys went slow when dating, and when you guys did kiss, for the first time you had no idea how to, so that made you even more nervous, it was like you still had a crush on your lover.

≡;- ꒰ °Louis ꒱

When you first arrived Louis was excited to meet you, you were so kind and sweet and understanding and your smile god it was the definition of perfection to him, and Louis flirts a lot, with everyone, so when you two got to know each other better he flirted with you for the first time, you didn't say anything so he looked at you to make sure he didn't say anything to offend you, but it turns out, that you were speechless and extremely red, he gave you a cocky smile before laughing a bit, "wow I think that's the first time I've left you speechless." when you to got together, he flirted with you in front of the others just to see you get flustered, the others would be glancing at you or just laughing, so when Louis was playing the piano for you he looked over, he wanted to kiss you, so he leaned in to kiss you, you were a bit shocked at first but accepted it kissing him back when you two separated, he leaned back chuckling, he would also tease you, but overall you were so adorable to him, the way you looked at him, the way you would look away when he said something to tease you, he loved you a lot.

*ೃ༄Violet ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

Okay so Violet has been in a relationship with Minnie before, and she never really got bashful as much, she was just a bit antisocial, so when you first arrived you two became friends, and she thought you were okay, you were bubbly, also kinda sassy, so she didn't think much of it until she realised she ended up developing feelings for you, and oh god when she realized that's she had feelings for you, she dropped so many hints like she would give you some of her food, or she would hold hands with you, etc, so when you didn't get the hint, she became a little annoyed just a little bit, and then when you two were stargazing she finally told you, she was a bit embarrassed but she felt some weight lift of her shoulders, feeling a lot better she looked at you and you were a bright red like you looked like a tomato, she blinked a couple of times before asking of you were okay, anyway when you two got together, she leaned in for a kiss, your eyes were wide and your heart was beating so fast, once she pulled back she raised her eyebrow, before laughing, it was very obvious that you didn't know how to kiss but she didn't say anything, you were already red and she didn't want make you even more red, she loves you so much you are so sweet, and she loved when you blushed, or got shy, over small compliments, (she complimented you more after she found out you got red from compliments)

✧*̥˚ Mitch *̥˚✧

Mitch was just kinda busy sharpening his knife when you first arrived, he didn't think you were that special just like the others, but it turns out you two had a lot in common, one main thing that he liked about you was that you knew how to make these really cool knives, and that caught his attention, he thought you were so cool, you even knew tricks with them, so mitch would walk over and you would be making a knife or he would be watching you from afar practising throwing your knife, at the target, Mitch would watch you very closely, with admiration, (sorry if that's kinda creepy) and you looked so cool omg- but you, on the other hand, would be side eyeing Mitch like, why are you looking at me?

Anyways it made you extremely nervous and flustered so much so that you would be missing the target like your hands were sweaty, and you could tell that he kinda admired you, and when you would turn to look at him he would look away, but anyway, when you two got together, it took him quite a long time to show affection, like my guy didn't cuddle, he didn't really kiss you in front of the others, and you didn't mind because even though you two were a couple now, the thought was so embarrassing like you were basically a high school girl having a crush and going mental, I mean you were adorable though when he did peck your cheek or your forehead, he would watch red slowly form on your complexion, and when you would try to show him affection too by kissing him on his forehead or lips, you would always pull away with a red face, and he would just laugh.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚marlon

When Marlon first saw you, you were surviving alone, and you seemed to be doing a very good job, but you were also in need of assistance, you were clearly hurt, so Marlon took you in, and Ruby patched you up, when you woke up you didn't seem to speak as much, but when he got to know you better you were a ball of sunshine, you were very sweet and you were always up to helping others, but what he loved, even more, was when you first saw Rosie you were so happy, she was so fricking adorable and you instantly started to treat Rosie like she was your own pet dog, you would always share your food with her and Rosie seemed to like you too, when you and Marlon got together, Marion would say give you small affections in front of others such as placing an arm around you, or kissing you on the cheek, it was only sometimes, but it would always get you extremely flustered, he thought you looked so adorable, and yes he would tease you a bit, but only sometimes, he just wanted to see that sweet face if yours turn red.

Okay bye sexys im tired af- <3

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

The Walking Dead Game Masterlist

Clementine

Nothing yet

Marlon

"What were you thinking?!"

Violet

Nothing yet

Louis

Nothing yet

Aasim

Nothing yet

Brody

Nothing yet

Mitch

Nothing yet

Ruby

Nothing yet

Omar

Nothing yet

Luke

Nothing yet

Nick

Nothing yet

Javier

Nothing yet

[0phiana0]

Twdg Season 4 Characters reacting to reader that has unnatural colored hair!

Characters included are MARLON, LOUIS, CLEMENTINE, AASIM AND VIOLET!!!

Marlon

When he first saw you stumbling across the border of the safe zone your hair was the first thing he noticed

Having pink or purple hair normally wouldn’t be weird but in the apocalypse it really did stand out

I mean where are you finding the hair dye???

The entire first week you’d stayed at the school he longingly just stared at it

From somebody else’s standpoint he might of looked like a total pervert but no he was just really interested in your hair

He doesn’t have an issue with it although he is pushing for you to dye it natural

Not because he doesn’t like it but because he doesn’t want you standing out

He couldn’t handle letting you get captured by raiders

He cares about you too much to lose you (fuck minnie and sophie though lmao)

Despite him being cautious, he really does like your hair

It kind of gives off punk vibes and he definitely digs that (not in that way sillies)

Bonus points if it’s red!

Louis

Louis LOVES your hair and I mean loves it

It’s so colorful and different!

If your hair has several colors he’ll trace his fingers through your hair and try to separate the colors (he doesn’t even notice)

On occasions you say something stupid in front of him he’ll joke about how the hair dye is seeping into your brain

He’d recommend other colors and hair styles that he’d think you’d rock

Once you do eventually run out of hair dye… (crazy how you managed to get so much in the apocalypse) he might secretly go past the safe zone

He knows that there’s around a .5 percent chance any hair dye expired or not is nearby but he just loves you sooo much!

If Marlon catches him he’s definitely getting watch duty for the next two weeks

Clementine

She thinks it’s awesome

Like really fricking awesome

She’s been cutting her hair ever since Lee told her too and your hair kinda makes her miss how long her own used to be before she was forced to cut it

She likes doing tiny braids in it

When she was younger she used to watch superhero cartoons a lot and your hair kinda reminds her of the female characters (which gives her a strong sense of nostalgia)

It’s not just her that likes it though

AJ is mind blown

He loves it so much

He’s never seen anyone with hair that wasn’t natural

If you stop dying it he definitely won’t talk to you for a couple days

Aasim

When you first met Aasim he was sorta cautious of you

Aasim doesn’t try to stand out

He’s okay with observing and watching his environment

While your hair has the opposite effect

You are most definitely going to stand out

At first he didn’t talk to you and just watched you silently

That was until you were both assigned hunting duty so you had to make small talk and you ended up having a lot in common

Since then you’ve been close

He likes your hair but like Marlon he does push you to dye it back to your natural hair color

He thinks it’s kinda dumb how you dyed it in the first place

He’s just concerned for your safety and doesn’t want you getting hurt

Violet

Violet tried so hard not to like it

She had to make herself focus to try to not look at it whenever you too conversed

She isn’t the type to give compliments okay?

Once she subtly talks about how much she really does like it you offer to do hers

She was really excited

Like really excited

So excited that Louis had asked what you’d done to her

You both talked about different colors and styles that you could do to her hair and even your own

You joke about dying it the color violet and surprise surprise she wasn’t amused

But she really likes it overall

She can’t imagine you with natural hair now

[parkvcrs]

Dating Marlon Would Include…

NOTES: if you’re here just to hate on marlon, then just leave. 💀 this clearly wasn’t made for you. anyway, for those who actually like marlon, I hope you all enjoy!

• Marlon is the type of guy to be painstakingly obvious about his feelings — always wanting to be on rotation with you for keeping watch, stammering like there’s no tomorrow, always being close to you so he can keep an eye on you, laughing awkwardly and/or always fidgeting, you get the picture.

- It wasn’t until one night after dinner when Marlon pulled you off to the side to ask you the special question, “Y/n… can we…” he couldn’t finish his sentence because of how nervous he was. You knew what he was trying to ask but you still wanted to hear him say it, so you just looked at him, smiling as Marlon finally mustered up the courage to finish, “Can we be… y’know… boyfriend and girlfriend?”

- You said yes. I mean, why wouldn’t you? He’s fair and good-hearted. Marlon has his faults, sure, but who doesn’t? You accept him.

• You’re his first love

• How does Marlon show affection? A lot of ways! There are times when he won’t be upfront about it. Those times that he argued with you because you were being careless around walkers and almost got bit? It’s because Marlon cares for you and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt…

• I’m convinced his love language is quality time and/or acts of service

• Because you’re bound to be around Marlon a lot, there is a high chance that you’ll end up being Rosie’s favorite person!

- (Except for Marlon, of course. No one tops him. Or at least in Rosie’s world).

• Marlon’s kisses are gentle and sweet

• I want to say that out of all the Ericson’s boys, Marlon is second when it comes to how lenient he is with PDA, being bested by Louis. It’s not like he has much competition though.

- He’s perfectly fine with kisses on the cheek, hand-holding, things like that. I would say he encourages it, but that’s more Louis’ forte. Marlon is more likely to get shy.

• You no longer have to sleep in your dorm. Instead, you moved yourself to be in Marlon’s room— which is in the old headmaster’s office— which he was elated about.

• He would love Walkman. You find him one on a run and he will marry you on the spot, no joke. I feel like Marlon would be into Metal the most (figures) but Alternative is a nice second.

• Does he get jealous of anybody? Yes… as much as he hates to admit it, there are times Marlon finds himself jealous of Mitch, Omar, and even Louis because he’s scared that he’ll never be good enough for you and that you’re better with someone else, though he wants you to be with him. The same can be said with you getting worked up over Brody but you and Marlon try to communicate about these things as much as possible, so they’re not a problem.

• What helps him calm down? You pull him into a hug, rubbing circles on his back, or running a hand through his hair. <33

• As for your first date, I think Marlon would try his best to be original. Because he wants things to be a bit more private, he’d take you to the shack where the group usually fishes, temporarily making Brody in charge and telling her only to bother you if it’s an emergency. From there, Marlon tried to organize a dinner. Emphasis on try (Omar helped him).

• You both ended up cuddling afterward. Marlon slowly wrapped an arm around you but when it’s time for you to leave— as someone needs you back at the school— Marlon held you for a second longer to kiss you.

[theoneandonlycoralinejones]

Some General Ericson's Kids Headcannons

Louis

Despite it being the zombie apocalypse, he still takes a great care in his appearance. Maybe this could be tied back to his insecurities, but he generally just finds comfort in looking nice. He kept a few colognes from before, and maybe even still has a few hair products. Of course he’d had to be resourceful to make them last this long, probably pours water into the almost empty cologne bottles to make them last longer. He also just dislikes being dirty in general, always wiping down his clothes and typically taking breaks to freshen up. 

He wants to keep the artistic spirit alive, even in the apocalypse, and he really admires people who feel the same. Everyone knows he loves piano, but when somebody actually shows interest in it he can't help but get giddy. He can ramble about musicians and songs for hours and hours and hours, and if you ever found him some new records or sheet music you'd officially be his new favorite person; ever.

Definitely was an only child; his parents put all of their focus on him, watched his every move. He was expected to get good grades, go to a good college, get a hard well-paying job afterwards. He was definitely spoiled money-wise, but his family lacked in the love and affection department. 

Violet

I’d like to think that if she ever got the chance to, she’d try to give herself a piercing. Obviously it’d be unsanitary and sort of implausible during the apocalypse, but if you think about it, all she’d need would be a needle, the piercing itself, and some sort of disinfectant, so it could possibly happen. If she did get one, probably an eyebrow piercing or a septum. She definitely isn’t the type to care too much about her appearance, but she would feel super cool having a piercing. (She wouldn’t say it though, lol)

Violet lacked any sort of hobby in the game, and this upset me. (Ruby has gardening/being a nurse, Louis has music, Tenn has art, Mitch has weapons, Omar has cooking, Aasim has writing, etc.) I feel like if she had a hobby it'd be something she'd do in secret, maybe poetry or writing songs. She definitely is the type of person to bottle her emotions up, so writing poems about it would definitely be a nice way to cope with them. She’d never share her poetry with anyone though, it's just her thing; she's way too embarrassed of it. 

If she was able to listen to any music she would definitely like indie or punk music. (Pavement, she would LOVE pavement) She’s definitely the type of person to crush on more alternative people, so I could see her trying to get into goth music just to impress a girl she likes. 

Marlon

It's obvious that he's definitely got some hefty mental issues going on, he's the type of person to bottle things up forever till he just blows up. He panics a lot in tough situations, scrambles to fix things himself, but has a hard time making things work out alone. I'd imagine his parents were probably perfectionists of some sort; who pushed a lifestyle he didn't want onto him and he tried hard to succeed for them but could never be enough. Eventually one day he acted out, sick of being forced to live a life he didn't want to live, and then was sent to Ericsons's.

A lot of people hate Marlon, for reasons that are obvious, but I really don't think he was a bad guy. He was simply misguided, and made mistakes. 

Seems like the type to smoke or drink as a way to cope. Did it more often before the apocalypse and when it first started but cigarettes and alcohol are pretty much nonexistent near Ericson’s now so he was forced to quit. 

Mitch

I see many people sort of stereotype Mitch as just this guy who likes carving knives and making bombs, which definitely is true, but I think there’s much more to him. He has a very rebellious personality which leads me to believe he probably grew up in a home where being rebellious was necessary to get any attention from his neglectful parents. They are in the boarding school for a reason, so he probably was the type of kid that almost burnt down his house or something.

Definitely seems like the type to be a big softie once you get to know him. Certainly not the type to be all soft in public, but if you're spending time one on one his more gentle side will show. 

Ruby 

She has such a motherly vibe to her, so caring and sweet. Even hands out some tough love when needed. I think that's one of the reasons why she likes the greenhouse so much, she loves to take care of things; plants included. (Obviously she also liked it because of Ms. Martin, but yk)

She's certainly not the type to accept compliments easily, she just can't imagine that when people compliment her they're telling the truth. I'd imagine that the reason she punches Aasim If you dare him to kiss her is because she thinks he's playing a prank on her or something; she just finds it hard to believe that somebody would like her. (I love her, Ruby is my bae omg)

[islassour]

hi i am backkkkk 😜 could you possibly maybe write mitch dating hcs… please and thank you 🙏

also happy early birthday!!! 🎉🎉🎉

ofc ofc!! and thank u so much 😆

mitch dating hcs ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

- he is honestly such a sap.

- he acts like hes not into like little lovey dovey stuff like making stuff and all that

- asks willy for confirmation on little gifts he gives you

- im just gonna be honest he loves playing with your hair.

- like LOVES

- falling asleep? hes playing with it.

- late nights on watch together 😆

- he would count how many birthmarks/freckles you have on your face (might write a little blurb on that teehee)

- tries to find a stone that matches ur eye colour!!

- as nice as he is he will deadass be honest with you

- like if he doesnt like something its just 'no.'

- scarily blunt with some of his words i fear

- hes still into words of affirmation though just not too much but not too little

- tries to find anything he can whilst hes scavenging for you

- if its not obvious his love language has got to be gift giving.

- enjoys being close to you but hes not big on pda but will still like hold your hand or put his hand on your shoulder

andddd.. idk what elsee.. requests are always open! 😆

[kisabesworld]

so i have a new hyperfixation.. the walking dead telltale games :)

pls gimme some requests! i’ll do most any characters who are of age, and only platonic underage characters.

my absolute fav is kenny tho, and im looking forward to writing some stuff for him <333

literally open to anything (to an extent)… desperate for some requests so i can get writing again.

(also there’s actually a criminally bad lack of kenny fics. :/)

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Along with avatar requests y’all, PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGIG

JUST SOME TWDG FICS PLEASE I MISS MY BABIES

OR ARCANE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ARCANE AND TWDG

[starkeyslover]

So, I don't know if your requests are open or not, but I'd like to request something for TWDG S4. It's basically the Ericsons' kids with an s/o who has naturally cold hands. Like, their hands are always cold even in the summertime. So the reader is kind of self conscious about it when holding hands for the first time. I guess what I'm asking for is the kids' reaction to the cold hands. Like if they'd try to warm them up and all that. Does that make sense? I feel like it doesn't. BUT if it does I'd really appreciate you doing that. LOVE YOUR WORK BTW. xoxo~A

Ericson kids with a S/O that has cold hands

Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Violet, and Louis

Warnings: Fluff, some suggestive stuff, and not proof read

A/N: This is kinda hard for me to write since I'm usually the person with warm hands but I'll try my best😭 I also don't own these gifs!

Clementine

Having cold hands was always an issue for you growing up and it hasn't changed. Before it used to be your dad who would warm your hands up for you but when the apocalypse happened you lost him and your family. When you first met Clem she took notice to you having cold hands, how you would always rub your hands together or put your hands underneath your arms or between your thighs. When you guys started dating, even before you guys did, she would offer to warm up your hands for you.

"Cold?" Clem asked as she looked over to you. You were sitting beside her and your hands were between your thighs trying to warm them up. "Yea" You said simply. She smiled and took your hands and put them in hers. She cupped them and put her mouth to her hands and started to blow warm air on your hands. "We should find you some gloves to wear, babe" Clem suggested as she looked at you. You giggled lightly and agreed. "Maybe we can get matching ones" you joked. You could feel your hands warming up already. Clem smiled. "Of course, anything for you."

Marlon

It never really accrued to Marlon that you had cold hands until you guys started dating. He would go to grab your hand and it would be freezing. He would laugh a bit to himself and would warm up your hands without asking, he knows that you'll appreciate it.

"Hey, babe." Marlon would say with a smile as he came up the guard tower where you were keeping watch. You turned and flashed him a smile. "Hey" you answered back and turned to keep watch. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, it was November and it was starting to snow a bit. Your hands started to get colder than usual, fingertips being white, blue even sometimes, from the cold. "How's your hands?" He hummed as he took your hands and looked at them, your fingertips were turning white a bit. You didn't say anything just blushed lightly and you heard him click his tongue. Without a second passing he turned you around and put your hands underneath his jacket and shirt, his skin was warm, very warm. You giggled and hugged him. "You treat me so well." you smiled as you looked up to him and rested your chin on his chest. He looked down and ran his hands on your lower back. "You know, my hands are also kinda cold too." he smirked before grabbing your ass, you squealed, he laughed. He gives it a good squeeze before leaning down and giving you a quick peck. "You going to let go now?" You asked. "Nope."

Mitch

For some reason you were always so embarrassed to hold Mitch's hand. Your hands always being cold and Mitch with his big mouth, you were scared he would be judgy about it.

"Come here" Mitch whispered to you. You guys were supposed to cleaning up the school but Mitch had other ideas. He grabbed into your hand and pulled you into on of the rooms. He closed the door and pushed you up against it, he looked down and then he felt his cold your hands were. You noticed and pulled you hand away with a blush. "It's noth-" "Why don't you tell me you have cold hands?" He cut you off as he grabbed both of your hands into his. He put your hands in between his and looked up to you. "I don't know, it's embarrassing" you mumbled. He frowned a bit before leaning down and kissing your fingers. "Don't be embarrassed, especially not with me."

Violet

Let's be honest, this girl also had cold ass hands. When she found out you also had cold hands she would try and warm them up, even if it doesn't work.

October mornings were always your favorite, even if the mornings were cold. You'd always sit outside looking at the sunrise, loving the feeling of the cool crisp air on your body, even if it did feel like you were freezing. Violet occasionally would join you watching the sunrise and you guys would cuddle and share a blanket trying to stay warm. "Fuck, it's so cold" Violet shivered as she brought you closer to her, her hands were cold on your body. You shivered and got closer to her, you were between her legs looking at the sunrise. "Gimme your hands" you said as you look her hands and brought them up to your chest and put her hands in your boobs. You felt her tense up before relaxing. You brought your hands down and put them underneath her thighs and sighed contently. "Better?" You asked. She nodded and stayed silent for a minute before talking. "Your boobs are warm."

Louis

He finds it so cute that your hands get cold. He loves it that you go to him for helping warming your hands up.

You guys were in bed just staring at the ceiling in silence. You both had just woken up and were laying together enjoying the moment. The room was cold, it's starting to snow which makes the school cold too. And your hands were freezing, to the point that they felt numb. An idea popped into your head, with a smile you rolled over and put your hands on Louis's stomach, making him scream. "Goddamn your hands are cold girl!" Louis exclaimed as he looked at you. You giggle and pulled him into a hug. "Warm me up" you mumbled into his chest, you could feel him shiver from your cold ass hands on his body. It took a second for him to adjust to the coldness, when he did he looked down and gave you a kiss on the forehead. "Always will."

[naychuchu]

the amount of violet x male reader is sickening. like she’s a lesbian, there are PLENTY of girls in twdg that like men. so why choose the lesbian. and why are y’all so bold about actually posting it like????

[v4mpvelocity]

Lo$er Lover

pairing: Mitch x Female Reader

This will contain SMUT so MDNI

A/N i’m sorry about this taking so long i’ve been EXTREMELY burned out due to working but i’m back!

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, p in v sex, slight overstimulation

Ever since you arrived at Ericson's Boarding School for Troubled Youth, Mitch and you have had some sort of beef between the two of you. You arrived just a few weeks before Clementine and AJ had, Marlon had found you just near the safe zone. Beaten and tired, but alive. He had brought you back to the school and provided you with food, shelter and a place to call home, all he wanted in return was you give back and provide for the school. Earn your keep is what he said, which you had been, you took up as many hunting and fishing jobs as possible, night watch jobs, everything. Although for one person in particular, your all still wasn't enough.

You'd always been on your own ever since the start of the apocalypse, you've had people come and go throughout your life for various reasons but you've always ended up alone. It's what you were used to, you've always been told that groups never last, that you should always keep moving, but you yearned for a place to call home. Now you had one, and you were determined to keep it and the people inside safe. You couldn't end up alone again.

It was the middle of winter, you walked outside, the cold air instantly assaulting your skin causing a slight flush to form. Winter was harsh, the lack of food causing tensions to rise more than they already had. The place that was once united felt like a warzone, everyone at each other's throats constantly. You were worried that if things didn't begin to pick up soon for the better, that this whole community would come crashing down, then you'd be left to fend for yourself again.

The courtyard was covered in a layer of snow, the white blanket decorating the nature surrounding the school causing it to look almost ethereal. Moments like this made you wonder what it would be like if you didn't live in a world of chaos. Terrorized daily by flesh eating monsters, death around every corner. The chance of starvation or freezing to death seeming almost normal. The world as you knew it was gone, long gone, but that didn't stop you from reminiscing. Thinking about everything that could be, so close in mind yet so far away.

The cold air nipped at your skin, the reminder that instead of being able to stay inside the warmth and security of your dorm room, you had to go and retrieve supplies from the greenhouse. If it were you going on your own you wouldn't mind so much, a quick in and out job no complaints no fuss, just get it over and done with, right? wrong. Marlon insisted you take somebody with you claiming that it wasn't safe which to some extent he was correct, but you could handle your own. Now that wasn't the issue, the issue was that instead of Marlon coming himself, he insisted that Mitch come with you. Even hearing his name made you want to punch a wall. You’ve tried to get along with him, but he hates your guts for some apparent reason, not sure what you’ve done to him, but each to their own.

You stood near the large gates, waiting for Mitch to show up, even he even will. A part of you wishes he didn't show up so you wouldn't have to put up with his complaining or his stupid knife tricks. You heard footsteps approaching and looked up to meet eyes with him. His emerald orbs bore into your own. A slight flush sprinkled upon his face due to the cold of the weather, contrasting his pale complexion. His shaggy brown locks looked so perfectly messy, god he was hot there was no denying that but he was such a dick.

'You ready to go?' You said, stuffing your hands into your pockets. Trying to seek as much warmth as possible, moments like this making you wish gloves were as accessible as they were previous to the outbreak. You just had to make do with what you had until you came across something during a supply run, but knowing your luck that would be very unlikely.

Mitch replied with a grunt, to be honest you expected nothing less and nothing more. You were convinced that Mitch was a moody bastard through and through, or maybe it was just his immense hatred that he seemed to have for you. For a reason of which you had no clue, maybe you said something he didn't like when you first arrived, and he's taken it to heart and for some reason has to stay petty about it. For whatever reason it was, you couldn't care less, at least that's what you told yourself, but it always lingered in the back of your mind, what could you have done?

The walk to the greenhouse was quiet, only sounds being the snow crunching beneath your feet and the distant sounds of birds calling out to each other. The wind whistling in your ears, a stinging sensation tingling at the tips of your ears due to the cold wind. You looked behind you, Mitch was lacking behind, hand stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes on the ground. You reached the greenhouse, windows condensed with fog making you unable to see anything on the inside.

‘Glass is all fogged up’ Mitch said, trying to wipe the windows to see if that would make the windows clearer.

‘Yeah-probably because of the frost,’ You replied biting back a snarky remark , to be honest you were surprised that he hadn’t bit your head off yet. Normally he couldn’t stand even being in the same vicinity, shouldn’t jinx yourself yet though. Thankfully whoever was here previously left the door unlocked, so therefore you didn’t have to try and force your way inside and have to spend even more time in the cold than preferred, sitting around trying to find a way inside.

‘So you guys used to use this place as an actual science lab or?’ You asked looking around, you had only ever been in here a few times and even then it was only a brief in and out type of thing. Various science equipment were dotted around the tables, flasks with strange liquids in, Bunsen burners, all the usual stuff that you would have in a science lab, and obviously gardening supplies for the greenhouse, granted they were incredibly rusty. It was crazy to think this place was actually a functioning school before the world went to shit, you wondered what it would have been like to live here.

You were only young when this whole thing started, all of you were. You had been homeschooled, never having the experience of being in an actual school so this was all fascination, even if it was no longer a functioning facility. You couldn't spend time reminiscing of what could have been, you needed to keep you head in the right place and focus on the current moment and trying to stay alive, but with danger and death lurking around every corner, waiting for you to let your guard down so it could strike, it was hard.

‘Well duh, dumbass’ Mitch replied muttering the last part, cocky little shit, but you wouldn’t let it get to you. You just wanted to get it over and done with so you could get back to your dorm and be in the warmth of your bed without any interruptions.

‘Alright sorry…..damn’ You muttered, normally you would have bitten back with your own reply but you expected nothing else from Mitch. It’s like he was always automatically argumentative no matter how nice you were to him or how much you tried to get along with him, it was useless. He was the same grumpy bastard day in and day out, or maybe you were the issue, but who knows.

The greenhouse was musty, dust decorating every surface, cobwebs covering every corner and crevice. You got the list that Marlon gave you out of your pocket, fertilizer, propane. Should be pretty easy to find right? Well, thats if Mitch actually decided to help this time instead of sit around and make you do all the work. The place was run down, years of neglect clearly having taken their toll. You wondered when the last time someone was in here was, had to of been a while considering of the condition of the place.

‘So are you going to help this time or?’ You said, looking through the cupboards and storage units for the supplies on the list. Sifting through the various objects to try and find whatever Marlon had put on the list, god knows what he needs them for this time.

Mitch replied with a low hum, still leaving you unsure of if your going to be the one doing all the work, in reality you should of expected it but it still got on your nerves to some degree. You were humming a tune to yourself quietly, anything to erase the awkward silence that lingered in the air. A coping mechanism for whenever you felt uncomfortable, it brought you a sense of comfort.

'Can you shut the fuck up' Mitch snapped. 'Its bad enough having to actually be paired with you, stop making it even fucking worse,' He said, narrowing his eyes and taking a step towards you, finger pointed at you, god you just wanted to fucking bite his finger off. Squaring his shoulders and puffing his chest out as if to try and intimidate you, this asshole didnt scare you.

'God why the fuck are you such a dick I’ve done nothing but be fucking nice to you and you just have to act like a stuck-up little bitch?!' You exclaimed, you were sick of his bullshit, always fucking being such a stuck-up little bitch for no reason. You were sick of trying to get along with him just for your efforts to be thrown back into your face.

'Ever think that your fucking annoying?! All you ever do is just fucking bitch and whine, don't be so offended just because I don't put up with your bullshit' He spat back, his face flushed with anger spurred by the growing tension of the room. Scowl plastering his face, eyes narrowed.

‘What the fuck is your issue!? Stop being such a moody piece of shit!’ You exclaimed, god he really got on your nerves, normally you would try and go about things a much calmer and civil way but he seriously just tipped you over the edge this time. You regretted letting him rile you up so much but you needed to put this motherfucker in his place.

He slammed you against the wall using his bodyweight and strength as an advantage to keep you there, his unwavering grip making you unable to escape from his grasp leaving you powerless against him. You gripped his wrist, staring into his eyes, the sound of the room filled with heavy breathing. Your mind was racing with different outcomes, what if he just killed you here, I mean it seemed he hated you to the point where you wouldn't be surprised if he did. The tension was thick, suffocatingly thick. Before you could even register what was going on you felt his lips crash against yours, eyes widening in surprise. Your body stiffened as it took a moment for you to register what was happening.

His chapped lips pressed against your own, hands and body pressing up against yours even more if that was even possible. It was a spur of the moment situation, minds clouded by frustration and teenage hormones. Your eyes eventually closed and you kissed him back with the same vigor as he kissed you with. His calloused hands digging into your wrists, there was bound to be marks afterwards

The kiss was hot and sloppy, the intensity making you head feel like it was spinning. The temperature of the room seemingly increasing with every second, heat rising to both of your faces. The room was filled with the sound of lips meeting and heaving breaths. Saliva mixing together, spit covering your guy's lips and dribbling down both of your chins.

Hands scrambling to find something to grip onto as if an attempt to ground yourselves, gripping at shirts and jackets. God if he wasn't so fucking hot you would of beat his ass already, but you couldn't help but respond with the same passion that he was providing. If someone were to walk in right now you two would be done for, ridiculed and humiliated for weeks on end by the others but in the moment neither of you could care.

You both pulled away to breathe, the lack of oxygen making you dazed even more than you currently were. No words were spoken yet you both understood what the other were thinking, it was chaotic, messy, far from what your used to but exactly what you need. You both dove back in, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance as you both began attempting to tug each others clothes off. Breaking your locked lips only to remove your jackets and shirts.

Mitch picked you up, strong hands gripping the back of your thighs as he lays you down on the counter. Hastily unzipping your jeans and tugging them down along with your underwear, his fingers skilled from many days spent creating explosives and carving various weapons from scratch, the same fingers that were now running themselves throughout your wetness. Gathering your arousal on his fingers, other hand gripped the back of your head pulling you closer.

Fingertips prodding at your entrance, two of his long-crooked finger slipping inside you with ease, thanks to purely just how turned on you were. Letting a soft moan into Mitch's mouth as he crooked them to brush against a sweet spot, your gummy walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers. Pumping in and out of you at a vigorous pace, pressure in your lower abdomen increasing as you could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. He removed his fingers from your gummy walls and broke the kiss. Pussy oozing with slick arousal, coating you folds, glistening under the light seeping in from the windows.

His kisses descending down your neck, nipping at the skin leaving marks that were sure to darken into hickeys. Groping your breasts through your bra as he left kisses along your cleavage. His soft lips brushing against your delicate skin with hot open-mouthed kisses, coating your velvety breasts with his saliva, dripping down the valley between your breasts ,savoring every inch of your body.

‘Taste so good' He mumbled against your skin, biting and then soothing with a flick of his tongue. Hands gripping your waist, the size difference between you two evident, making your pussy throb at the sight of his strong hands, veins bulging from the skin. Your hand gripped his hair as he indulged in your soft skin, saliva coating your complexion.

He began to strip himself of his clothes, his toned figure sculpted perfectly, abs and v-line prominent, his frame built from years of hard labour that was brought with living in a world where death is around every corner. Biceps and shoulders proportionate to his frame making him look as if he was handmade by the gods himself, god he’s so fucking hot. Freckles dusted his arms similar to his face

Mitch stripped himself of his jeans, bulge pressed against the thin fabric of his boxers. You could tell he was huge without him even removing his underwear, thick and long. It looked like it could split you in half, or it could try, this wasn’t the first time you have ever had sex but, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had.

‘You sure you want this?’ Mitch said softly, emerald eyes glistening from the sun, like a star in the night sky. Despite his cock behaviour previously, he was different now, his calmed demeanour dampening your nerves slightly. A soothing balm over an open would, washing away any doubts or worries plaguing your mind, nagging and drilling your thoughts.

‘Yeah, i do….’ You replied, cold air hitting your pussy as he pulls you closer. Your fingers digging into his skin, slick with sweat from the humidity and heat of the greenhouse mixed alongside the intensity of the situation you were in. Your pussy drooling and begging for friction, your arousal coating your thighs with the slick creamy substance.

Mitch pulls his boxers down, thick cock sprinting free. He’s huge just as you anticipated and mouth-wateringly thick. Tip flushed an angry red as pre-cum dribbled from the slit, veins dotted along his rigid length. Pulsing with a need that was unexplainable, yet you felt it all yourself, dying for him to just be inside you already and stretch you deliciously as you knew he would. He pressed the tip against your entrance before dragging it through your soaked folds, tip rubbing against your needy clit.

Pleasure shooting through your body as you let out a small whine, your pussy clenching around air, wanting nothing more for him to just fuck you already. As if he could read your mind, he pressed his tip into your wet entrance, groaning at the feeling of your walls gripping him and sucking him in needily. You let out a breathless moan, the stretch painful yet just what you were craving all at once. You felt as if he were splitting you in half.

‘Shit your so…fuckkk….your so tight’ He mumbled into the crook of your neck, cock pulsing with need. Ready to paint your walls with his sticky cum before you’ve even started.

He slipped in with ease, thanks to how embarrassingly wet you were from him. He took a moment to let you adjust, the struggle to hold back clear in his expression, he wanted nothing more to just pound your tight little pussy. He felt you buck your hips against him, if he didn’t move soon you felt as if you were going to explode. You were so fucking needy it was almost pathetic but you didn’t care, al you cared about was how thick Mitchs cock was, reminding you of how much he was stretching you with every throb and pulse.

He began to move, pulling out until it was just the tip before slamming back in again, balls deep into your greedy hole. He sped up the pace, you were an absolutely mess, clawing to grab at his shoulders, biceps, anything you could at an attempt to ground yourself. His thick head kissing your cervix with everything thrust, gummy walls contracting around him. You were a mess, a flushed whiny mess.

‘Feel good hmm…yeahh…’ Mitch said into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple. All you could do was let out a whine, too cockdrunk to think nevermind respond. He pulled you into a sloppy kiss, raw and passionate while his cock continued pounding into your pussy. The sound of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the room, mingling with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked hole. shlck shlck shlck.

The pressure in your stomach was borderline unbearable, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. You knew Mitch was close aswell as you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you.

‘m’gonna cum baby-fuck…where you want it’ Mitch said before letting out a noise which was a mix of a grunt and a moan. You didn’t respond, you felt high but not on drugs. High on the pure passion of the encounter; head spinning and eyes glazed over with tears of overstimulation.

Mitch roughly grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes.

‘i said where do you want it baby-or should i just cum in this tight little pussy hm?’ He said roughly, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks as his cock ruined your insides.

All you could do was give him a weak nod, you wanted nothing more than for him to cum inside you, wether it was the intense pleasure clouding your logical thinking or just the raw passion of the moment.

You gripped his shoulders as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, letting out a pornographic moan as your juices gushed around Mitchs cock, hole gripping him like a vice as he assisted you in riding out your orgasm, like a dam that was broken.

‘Fuck that’s it-fuck yeah’ He said, hissing at the feeling of your pussy clenching his cock so deliciously.

After the remnants of your orgasm faded, the slight tinge of overstimulation began to grow. The line between pain and pleasure quickly blurring as one. Mitchs orgasm finally hit him, with one powerful thrust he let out a whined groan, hips sputtering as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you coating your walls with his thick release. His head dropped on your shoulder, heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He pulled out with a soft pop, his cum dripping from your well-used hole, covering your thighs. Mitch pulled back and pressed a kiss to your temple before grabbing a rag that was on the side and gently cleaning your puffy folds.

‘Was it…good?’ He said, a hint of wavering confidence in his voice, as if he was unsure of his abilities after just giving you one of the most mind blowing orgasms of your life.

‘It was good…really good’ You replied smiling, hand cupping his cheek as you stared into eachothers eyes, post nut clarity present in the moment, both savouring the afterglow.

‘Listen (y/n) I….i’m sorry for how i treated you…i really am it’s just-fuck…’ He said trailing off and rubbing his face with his hands, he seemed almost hesitant.

‘What is it? you can tell me’ You comforted, placing a hand on his shoulder, skin slick with sweat under the palm of your hand.

‘I really like you-like a lot a lot….and i….i…yeah’ He rambled out, words almost mixing all in one, luckily it was coherent enough to gather what he was trying to say. His face was flushed with embarrassment, the pink of his cheeks contrasting against his freckles complexion.

‘Me too….i have for a while actually’ You admitted, feeling almost embarrassed eventhough you knew he liked you back. His head snapped up at that.

‘Really?’ He said in disbelief, eyes glimmering with happiness and hope.

You nodded, he embraced you with an almost bone crushing hug, felt as if he would crush you if you didn’t usher him off to get his clothes back on. You both got dressed again and made yourselves somewhat presentable before walking out of the greenhouse, without the items Marlon asked you collect but with a new reason for life, Marlon can save the shouting for later. For now you just wanted to sit back and bask in your newly bloomed relationship.

[d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g]

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|Clem, Louis, Violet x s/o who is selectively mute and decides to speak one day.|. ⋆ ☄︎.,

|Gender-neutral reader.|

Clementine

When Clementine first saw you arrive she honestly, didn't know what to think I mean she thought you were chill and that she could hang around you after a rough day, especially since A.J. thought you were cool and chill too, but she also wonders as to why you didn't talk, like at all, but she didn't mind, though there were some times where it would get quite awkward, the more she hung out with you the more she felt at peace when you two got together, she was patient with you, and when you first spoke oh my god she thought you had the sweetest voice ever, honestly shook to the core though she wouldn't say anything, needless to say, she 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 you.

Violet

She didn't care that you didn't speak, she could kinda relate to you in the sense that you liked to be alone, kinda like clem she liked hanging around you after a rough day, you didn't speak too much like Louis and didn't talk crap like Mitch, that's why she liked you when you too got together she was still wondering as to why you didn't speak, though she never held it against you, she thought when you want to speak you'll speak, and you did for the first time she was so shocked I mean she hadn't heard you talk and when she did she was shocked, she thought your voice was fucking glorious.

Louis

When you first arrived my guy was really excited to meet you, he was tugging at the collar of his coat and everything, but to his dismay, you didn't say shit, he was kinda bummed we all know that this man is hyping everyone up and talking to everyone including flirting, so what did he do? Well he tried to talk to you in hopes you'll talk back to him but that didn't work, he thought he'd leave it, I mean he still liked hanging around with you don't get me wrong, you were peaceful, chill, minding your own business, your quietness allowed him to speak about random stuff, you didn't mind, but when you two got together, he still didn't force you to speak, but when you did, omg bro thought he was gonna have a heart attack (so dramatic) my guy was like "Woah, woah, forget about the walkers caught in the traps- Did, You just speak?!"

Okay that's all for now, I know I didn't do all the characters and I will I promise but I just wanted to include them for my first fic about twdg..sorry if it's cringe-

[n3tb0t]

N3TB0T'S/

SPONGEBOBS

JELLY NET

☆MASTERLIST!☆

• I don't know what I am comfortable with yet and what I am not comfortable with. So please be patient with me, please. • (I'll probably add more Fandom later in the future)

‼️RULES‼️

1# NO PROSHIPING!!

2# NO SMUT

3#NO SA

4# SUICIDE

5#NO KIDNAPPING

ETC.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

~LIFE IS STRANGE 2~

~TWDG~

REMEMBER, I'LL ADD MORE FANDOMS IN THE FUTURE. MAKE SURE TO EAT, DRINK WATER, BRUSH YOUR TEETH, TAKE A SHOWER/BATH, AND GET A GOOD NIGHT SLEEP😊

[twdg-and-stuff]

Hello!

Hope your well :)

I was wondering if I could request a Marlon, Louis, and Vi with a hard of hearing reader.

Hi! Sorry I didn’t reply to this sooner, I’ve been busy😚And I’m pretty sure hard of hearing isn’t deaf, so I’m going to write it as if reader isn’t deaf but if I’m wrong please correct me and I’ll rewrite it!! Hope you enjoy!:) Sorry it’s short

When he first meets you, Marlon is a little surprised that you survived this long while being hard of hearing

He thinks you’re even more badass because of it though

If anyone gives you a hard time, he’ll deal with them

When you guys are on runs and have to navigate through a herd he’ll find a way to do it without it being yelling or making noise

If you need something to hear easier he will make it for you or get someone else to

Like Marlon, Louis thinks you’re very cool

He will make you hearing aids/find some so that you can listen to him playing the piano

And he will teach you too, if you want him to

If you don’t use hearing aids, he’ll play the piano for you and tell you to feel the vibrations through it so it can still be like you’re listening to it

On runs he will stay by your side to make sure you won’t get hurt if it’s just you two

Violet thinks you are so badass and awesome

Like Louis, she will make you/find you hearing aids so you can listen to her sing

She’ll try to teach you how to sing

But depending on how good you are she might not😭

If you two are on a run together she’ll be by your side the entire time

[parkvcrs]

Boyfriend! Louis Headcanons

WARNING(S): nothing!

NOTES: i hope you have a wonderful day c:

• Louis is never been the subtle type. If and when he wants to show off to impress you, he’ll make sure to do it in style, like making killing walkers a competition for example.

- You better shower that boy with compliments and praises or else he’ll give you the biggest puppy dog eyes and mope around until you do.

• He’s like Ken — he only has a great day if you have a great day. 😭

• Louis always calls you “my girl.”

- “Sorry, guys. Can’t hang today. My girl wanted me to show her the ropes on the whole ‘learning piano thing’.”

- “How’s my favorite girl doing?”

• Speaking of this talent of his, since Louis only knows how to play two songs on the piano, you have this secret mission whenever you and a few other members of the group go out scavenging and that’s if you ever find a sheet of music, you’ll gift it to Louis to learn.

- The chances of this happening are low, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

- If you ever achieve this, Louis will make sure you never forget it (it’s not like you could even if you tried). If he could, he definitely would get the gift framed.

• The boy likes flowers. I’m calling it.

• HOWEVER, if you ever do give Louis flowers, he’ll be a bit confused at first, asking you why you’re holding out flowers to him even though it should be the other way around to which you’ll reply, “Most men only receive flowers during their funeral. Plus, can’t I give my boyfriend some flowers anyway? Come on… just take them before I change my mind.”

- He can’t say no to a face like that. Still, the first part of your response will leave him like: :0

- Give Louis a flower crown and he will act like it’s a priceless artifact. It doesn’t take much to impress him fjdjdjdjdj

(He’s the type of guy to ask, “would you love me as a worm? 🥺”)

[some-lonely-loser]

Welcome To Ericson’s

Boarding School For

Troubled Youth

Chapter 1 - Welcome To An

Unfamiliar Place

In the unhelpful windy weather, you find no aid for your adventure, only the cold that sends shivers down your spine. The moon's glow is distorted by the chaotic tangle of neglected trees, their branches swaying in the wind. Moments like these were what made you wish you had someone to accompany you, yet you're relieved by the absence of approaching footsteps. All you hear is the rustle of branches colliding, as your weary feet drag along the ground and your eyes scan the monotonous scenery. Each tree merges into the next, and every blade of grass becomes an indiscernible blur.

Your neck strained, feeling rigid and mechanical as you lifted it, your eyebrows raising and your eyes sparkling with delight as you admired the brick wall secured by a white gate. Amongst the barricade, you spotted various pieces of furniture, clearly arranged by human hands. Just a few meters away from potential safety and companionship, you gathered whatever energy  you had within you left and trudged towards the structure. As of now, pain and exhaustion were irrelevant; all that mattered was reaching safety. Despite your weakening knees, you pressed on until they finally gave way, causing you to collapse.

Determinedly gazing up at the area ahead, your arms throbbing with pain, you forged ahead, inching closer to the gate. Exhausted and drained, you felt no surge of fight or flight instincts within you, only focused on seeking aid. Your eyes drifted to the moss-covered brick wall, catching a glimpse of a small figure darting elsewhere. Internally, you groaned at the thought of encountering more people. Despite wanting human contact after so long, you couldn't discern if they were friendly or hostile. Did it even matter anymore? Perhaps death wouldn't be so terrible; your body seemed to be surrendering regardless.

With a trembling hand, you reached out to touch the moss-covered brick wall, only inches from the gate, while voices on the other side bickered about a newcomer. The coolness of the wall offered aid to your red, bloodied palm as your grip on the machete in your other hand faltered, weakened beyond measure. Your body felt numb, devoid of sensation, and not in a comforting way. As the gate creaked open, the voices grew louder in argument. You patted and searched the ground around you, seeking your weapon in case of any danger.

The bickering quieted down as you watched through half-closed eyes, a silhouette approaching you, followed closely by another. As they drew nearer, you could tell that they were around your age. Relief washed over you at the prospect of encountering what could be friends or help, but you remained cautious, unwilling to let your guard down.

There were two of them, or at least only two visible to you. A boy with a dirty blonde mullet and a weathered letterman jacket crouched down, his expression unreadable, far from welcoming. Your gaze shifted to the girl beside him. She was shorter, dressed in a long-sleeved blue striped shirt with a dark orange vest over it, her attention solely fixed on him with a perturbed expression. "Marlon," she gritted through clenched teeth, "What if she's with-"

"Stop it, Brody. Quit with the paranoia," he warned in a firm yet hushed tone. Gesturing towards you with an open palm, he continued, "She's not a threat. Just look at her."

"Look at how pale she is, Marlon! What if she's bit? We agreed: no more mouths to feed. We have enough as it is..." Her voice trailed off, the last part quieter than before, if that were even possible.

"Do you see any blood or bites on her? No. She's fine." He stood up and walked toward the girl

"She's probably been out there long. Food and water aren't easy to come across. We'll get Ruby to check her for any bites and we'll go from that. You can't jump to conclusions like that. You're gonna freak everyone out." He reasoned, walking back towards you. And with a dismissive scoff, the girl retreated back into the gate.

"You think you can walk?" Your eyes met his that were a pale blue, and noticed the hand he had held out towards you. Your arm weakly extended out to grab his to which he pulled and hoisted you up on the mossy brick wall you were previously crouched by. His arm around your shoulders kept you from falling over but not completely, as there were moments where you almost did.

One step at a time, you and the boy crossed over the grass and eventually passed under the black gate that had seemed so distant just moments before. It screeched and squeaked as it closed behind you. With the boy's assistance, you were guided to a picnic table. The sounds of a gathering crowd reached your ears, their voices a mix of displeasure and curiosity, though some expressed concern and fascination. With Marlon's help, you lowered yourself onto the seat, utterly exhausted, and laid your head down.

You could hear him talking to who you assumed was a nurse of some sort about checking you for bites.

"Here, let me see," A girl with a deep southern accent said, walking towards you begrudgingly. She had a low tight red bun. Her warm and inviting presence emanated from her petite and nurturing figure.

She began inspecting your limbs, checking every inch of you for a bite with frantic movements. Her grip was firm, irritating the aching pain you already had surging throughout your body. Under normal circumstances, you might have pulled away, but in need of help, you remained still. With no energy left to resist, any attempt to move away would likely result in your falling over. "Nope. No bites." she judged. Turning over her hand to the backside and sticking it to your forehead. "Just exhausted." she remarked with sympathy before walking away, though not without mumbling "Poor girl."

Not long after, Marlon came back and was quick to ask what your name was. "Y/N. My name's Y/N." You mumbled with a raspy voice

"Well Y/N, nice to meet you, I'm Marlon. It's a good thing we found you when we did. You were in pretty bad condition. He said, gesturing to the lady from earlier.

"Yeah hun, you look starved. When's the last time you ate?" She asked caringly, with a hand on her hip.

You took a few seconds. Recently you were surviving off of whatever food you came across. And that hadn't been much. You hadn't had a proper meal in what felt like forever. You furrowed your eyebrows and mumbled, "I'm not.. I don't know."

"Well, that won't be a problem anymore hun." She grinned and patted your shoulder before walking off.

You looked around, figuring Marlon was off somewhere doing whatever. So you took it upon yourself to meet some new people.

You pulled yourself up from the picnic table. It was stiff and whatnot but it was definitely better than the floor. You were grateful they were giving you someplace to stay.. At Least for now.

There were tons of other picnic tables scattered around the place, you also spotted some people talking amongst others, you figured you would see what they were up to later. You looked around for a bit, taking in the scenery that was very much different and more entertaining to look at rather than the repetitive yet dull landscape that you were stuck gazing at for the past.. Who knows how long.

The brick pillars of the grand building were adorned with graffiti and overgrown weeds on its roof. As well as ivy and moss, creating a sense of age and history. It's boarded-up windows hinting at a forgotten past. Two sofas facing each other nearby. On the left, a cauldron bubbled with mysterious contents and was tended to by a short boy with tight black curls, hunched over as he stirred with a long wooden spoon.

You looked at the other people along him, Seven people, who looked like their ages varied, Gathered around picnic tables. To the left was a girl with short blonde hair, her long face exuding a casual air as she rested one leg on the seat, her arm slung over it. Her gaze, cold and inquisitive. With the way she was looking at you, You would've been long gone. Next to her sat a boy with what looked like a burn scar on the right side of his head, engrossed in scribbling something on a piece of paper, occasionally looking away to switch between a few colors. At the central table, two boys of different ages sat.

The elder, with dark brown hair swept to the side and broad shoulders, focused intently on carving a large wooden shiv. Beside him, a scrawny boy, inadvertently stared at you with a slightly agape mouth, trying to be as discreet as he could although it didn't work, because you were definitely creeped out. At the table furthest away from everyone else, sat in a backwards turned chair, a boy with a friendly face, dark brown dreadlocks, bushy but yet wellkept eyebrows and freckles scattered all around his face. He sat beside what looked like.. A chair leg?? with nails embedded in it.. He must've caught you staring for long because when your eyes trailed up, he was already looking at you, with curious brown eyes.

He wore a long light brown trench coat that contrasted with his eyes. You met his eyes again, he gave you a charming smile and you flashed him one back, not wanting to be rude.

"Hey Y/N, you fitting in well? Oh, and I'm sorry bout the staring. We haven't seen anyone like you in.. well.. forever" Marlon said, walking up from behind you with a slight chuckle when he saw you jump, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Oh that's fine, i don't care too much" You were hungry, and you didn't wanna be rude at all, but you had to ask. You hadn't had a full meal in a long time. "So.. when do you think the food will be ready?" You mumbled, looking off into the background.

"Oh, Uh" He looked behind him, looking at the boy near the cauldron. "Shouldn't be too long now, He's been cooking for a while" He stated, scratching his head. "You been out there long?" He question, shoving his hands back in his pockets

"Uh, nope. I had.. some people." You responded, looking at him. Which was a lie, you'd definitely been out here on your own for long. But, of course, you being you, didn't wanna embarrass yourself by saying that you had been barely scraping by these past couple of weeks.

"Nice. I take it you know how to defend yourself? Don't usually see people our age out in the wild. I can't imagine what it must've been like. " He stated inquisitively.

"Yep, I try. I wouldn't have survived this long if I didn't. You sound surprised though? It's definitely taken its toll on me." You said grinning

"Oh, no no no. Not at all. Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. Just curious, y'know?" He asked reasonably

"Mhm.. I get it" You mumbled, joyfully.

"What is this place exactly.?" You asked

"Well, you can probably tell this used to be a school. Now it's.. whatever we want it to be" He responded, shrugging, and trailing not too far off.

"And.. Who runs this place?" You questioned, careful not to sound judgemental

"Well.. I do" He grinned, putting a palm to his chest. "Probably sounds strange. Kids run by a kid. But, we do alright for ourselves. We got good walls, good defense and a great location. Kids are safe here. I make sure of it" He stated

"So.. there really are no adults.. At all." You asked, raising an eyebrow

"Nope. None. Some left us to fend for ourselves and others died. There's less of us all around. I got us a system in place that works well enough, Let me make it formal. Welcome to Ericson's Boarding School For Troubled Youth. You definitely look like you fit that description" He chuckled, turning back to face you.

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Authors Note:

I felt like that was a good place to leave off. If you have any thoughts/Comments please don't hesitate to share💗 I haven’t posted on here in almost a year so i’m looking for new things to write.