#Zombie reader

[verlaineszz]

ᯓ★ CEMETERY LADY! MY CEMETERY GIRL! ~

( ၴႅၴ+ —YANDERE!NIKOLAI GOGOL! x YANDERE!ZOMBIE!FEM!READER!

SUMMARY: Your name.. Written in beautiful dark crimson red ink, a psychopathic clown has taken a liking to a lady. A lady that he found so utterly beautiful, a beauty of imperfections that nikolai found oh so perfect. But a tragedy has struck him, before he could continue his obsessive motivs and plans, bang! You were dead, but that didn't stop you from laying on your casket. you had unfinished buisness, which is your undying love and obsession that made you crawl out of limbo and find your beloved once again.

ᯓ ⁺₊ ♱ .ᐟ— DEAD DOVE+ ROMANCE + YANDEREAU! + SUGGESTIVE! + SMUT! (seperate maybe, i might make it but it will be linked in between the scene when its starts, you may find it at @heartz4verlaineszz, my freak acc)

MDNI!!

A/N: mutual yandere btw! Nikolai was already obsessively inlove with reader when reader was still alive and this works to reader too, reader has always been obsessively inlove with him too, also possessive reader and nikolai :P and this fic is shorter than my other fics

(art by CREATNZY)

๋࣭ ⭑♡WARNINGS! : suggestive, blood, yandere themes, swearing, obsessive themes, collecting of each others belongings, initial skin ingraving, pet names (Moya Lyubov (my love), Moya pitchka(my little bird), milaya (sweetheart))

Ah, love. Something foreign to nikolai, not until he laid his eyes on you. What a beautiful lady! Your imperfections had him infatuated with you, to your personality and to your hyperfixations, how cute.

Everything was going so well for nikolai, he stalked all your posts. Checked up on your phone history by hacking into it when you had your screen protector replaced for being too clumsy and dropping it.. He also went as far on stealing your clothing and buying the same perfume that you wear.. It was eating his heart away, the thought of feeling you near him made him just wanna squeel and giggle uncontrollably. Not until he heard you got into an accident and died.. He misses you so baddddddd!

Your funeral was being held soon, he sighs and lays on his bed with his hand on his forehead, not really having motivation to do anything. What shall he do now? He doesn't have a purpose anymore really.. To be frank, his life objective was to be with you. With you gone.. He thought that if you're gone now, might as well meet you in the afterlife as well.. But, not yet. He has to feel you at least once, even if you're already dead. He sits up with his back slouched, lookin around his room, fully decorated with candid pictures of you and a big shelf with your belongings, to your used plastic water bottles, lock of hair displayed in a gold picture frame with red wallpaper, your bras, shirts, makeup, jewelry.. Anything that you've touched really.. He smirks after seeing your stuff, he stands up and grabs your shirt and bra before stuffing his face in em, laying back down on his bed and sniffing your faint scent, "mmm", he mewled out before sighing and sliding your shirt and bra off his face.. His expression bored and numb, he missed you so much, he would be lying if he said he wasn't devastated. He hasn't eaten all day since normally he'd be stalking you at this hour.

He eventually sits up after hours of whining and smothering your used shirt and bras with his face. He thought at first that now your dead, he'd finally be free.. Oh but he was so wrong! The thought of not watching you and never being yours pained him. More than the thought of him never being free. It made him wanna dig his nails into his skin and scratch the meat off his bones off!

The grandfather clock on the wall ticking made him feel more restless, he slides his shoes on before leaving his place. The walk to the place where your casket is was no biggie, he kept his expression was bored and a void as he walked, different than his usual excited and smiley expression. As he reached your funeral, he stays behind the trees for a while, alot of your family members and friends were still crying and wheeping as they surrounded your casket, your burial was just a few days away, he still has time to make you his cemetery baby.

A few hours later, nightfall came, your family members and friends have finally came home! Leaving your body and him outside. He smirks as he stood up from his hiding spot and walked over to your gorgeous fuckin body that was laying peaceful in the casket. He lets out a few giggles, his eyes filled with excitement, his fingers twitched to touch you, he sees your pretty face taking it into his hands and caressing your cheek before leaning your head back, noticing how they didn't even try to put on the correct makeup style you liked. He quickly applied some lippie that he stole from you a few weeks ago, changing your lipstick before quickly kissing you hard. Chuckling into the kiss softly before setting your head down gently, your body was a little rusty so he had to be extra careful with his beloved.

"Ah.. There you go, you look more you now.. How stupid of those people to not know what your lip color preferences are." he talks to himself while staring down at your face,mocking the way your own family didn't even put on the correct lippie on, slowly lacing his hand to hold yours. Your hand cold as ever, he smiles to himself, kissing your knuckles.. Noticing how cold your hand was compared to his warm large ones. "hm.. Its okay, I'll warm you up!" he whispers and giggles, his eyes half lidded but filled with hunger.

He kisses your knuckles slowly before sliding in a ring to your ring finger. A beautiful red ruby gem, a red that was red to be the same shade of your own blood. He smiles sweetly at your calm face, the smile radiating a sense of insanity and obsession to it while he caresses your hair and cheek sweetly, "Moya ptichka.." he whispers sweetly as he gives your hand another kiss with his eyes staring at your eye shut face, "This isn't goodbye, I'll see you once again, milaya."

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At your perspective, your soul was still stuck at limbo, unaware that nikolai was already giving you what you craved for. Limbo was tough. Fog and mindless spirits everywhere, it made you irritated at how lost you were, but of course nothing was ever gonna stop you from digging out of your grave and watch him again.

Now.. Back to nikolai. It was already the next day, he only came to visit your body at night. Where nobody was around. It was the last day of your body staying on land before you get buried 6 feet below. He brought a few things with him, a dagger, a locket filled with his and your hair and some other questionable trinkets.

The foggy and dark night could be frightening for some, especially at the cemetery. But not for him, he brought a lantern to see your face just in case! As he ran over to your casket with an undying hungry smile, he jumps in joy in seeing you up close again. "Moya Lyubov!" he takes your hand gently, it was his last day on meeting your body physically. He snaked his hands to your hand, kissing your knuckles once again before tying a red ribbon around your wrist to mark you.

His gaze was pressuring against your unconscious body, the fog and darkness surrounding you and him was unbearable, the only light source around was his lantern that he brought that illuminated his hungry gaze and your gorgeous face.

A tune in his head played, an urge to hold you close and waltz in eloquence to prove how much he adored you. Though your skin was rotting piece by piece, your cheek stayed fresh as ever, he caressed your cheek in obsession, "still forever soft for me."

The fog and darkness really gave nikolai an advantage of not being seen, one of his hands slowly snaked down to your thigh, pushing your dress up and squeezing it with hunger, "The world has been so cruel to you, milaya." he whispered, talking to himself while you struggled in limbo to leave and see him even while you were dead. "But.. Even in death, you belong to me." he smirks, a smirk that could've haunted lots of individuals but it was also a smirk that was meant for you. For you to remember and burn into memory.

A few hours has already passed, with him just sitting on the edge of your casket and holding you gently while talking to himself all obsessed like he was talking to you. "Even if death make us part, you'll forever still be mine."

He caressed your cheek, holding you gently to avoid hurting your dead body, "Remember when you first started wearing that lipgloss and that perfume? Oh you are a gorgeous little thing. I couldn't stop staring! You were perfect just like how perfect you are right now." he talks to himself again, giggling and remembering how you smiled when you found something funny, another reason why he wanted to have you as his dear lady. Your looks just add to your eccentric and unique dear personality you know?

With the last few hours of the night fell down so the sun could rise, he held your thigh tightly, "Moya Lyubov, im sure you wouldn't mind having a symbol of me with you forever right?" he giggled, slipping a dagger in his hand, "This might hurt.. Apologies in advance." he whispers near your ear before slowly but surely engraving his initials on your upper thigh, gently wiping the blood of, whispering apologies and cooing, obviously you felt nothing since your soul was still at limbo. "Mm..you're so pretty. I'm sorry it hurts milaya." he coos at you, caressing your cheek and giving your thigh a quick kiss before covering you up again with your dress.

he quickly leaves the dagger under the pillow that was cushioned below your head, a symbol of him giving his dagger to you. he slowly slid the locket with his hair and your hair around your neck. As the daylight rose up, he kisses your forehead before slipping off after hearing your family members talking and their heavy footsteps.

He slips off to the nearby forest, waiting for your burial. Time passed as he got in disguised to look more like your..friends. Your casket was about to be buried. affirmations filled his head,

"I love you, I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you, I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you, I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,"

he repeats in his head like a mantra, he takes a step near your casket, dressed in black suit,white jabot with a red ruby brooch and his hair all inside in his black top hat to conceal his long braided hair. Everyone stared at him, assuming he was one of your close friends since he held a dark red rose. Your casket slowly lowered down into the 6 feet deep hole, he throws the rose to your closed casket, "Death will not end us or stop me. We will be reunited milaya,"

At your point of view now, you successfully escaped limbo. The limbo that had a blueish tint, fog, mindless spirits that has been driven into insanity from how long they have stayed in limbo, and the murky floors that made you feel all icky at the sensation of sludge. In an attempt to leave this foggy void your will and unfinished business on earth gave you the strength to escape and return back from the dead.

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A few days has passed, a rotting feeling ate nikolai alive, oh god he needed to see you. His heart was beating so fast, only thinking about you whenever he gazed at the grass or that photo of you sleeping in your room. A photo that he adored so dearly. He thought he'd go off fine and be free but this thought of having your body with him eternally wouldn't seem like such a bad idea..that's why he packed a shovel. 2:55 AM, he snuck off, running to the cemetery on where you were buried. He slowly stood on top of your grave, extending his arm to get something from his cloak. He tapped his foot as he grabbed around before grabbing out the shovel and a lantern. He sets the lantern down and began to dig rapidly.

Pants and huffs and the sound of soil thudding could be heard, he digged and digged before hitting a "clink!", your casket, the sound of his metal shovel and your casket clanging, he smirks, sweat beading off his forehead, he sighs and let's the shovel go, letting his ability to push you into the land above. "We'll be together again Moya pitchka!" he laughs, Panting with a love dazed expression.

He sticked his tongue out in concentration as he pushed your casket into the portal, as he successfully got you on land, he wasted no time to open your casket, only to find that your body was gone.

Nikolais eyes widened, what happened to his lady!? Even the dagger he hid under your pillow was gone! He places his hand under his chin, thinking on who could've kidnapped your body. Nobody was around your grave for the past few days, who could've done it?

⁺‧₊˚ஓ༻ 𓆩♡𓆪༺ஓ˚₊‧⁺

Back at nikolais house, you were running into the woods, his dagger in your hand and your dress dirty from the soil that you climb out of, a few stumbles and runs you reached his place. With a quick climb of a window and expecting to see him, you found the house to be empty. You scratch your head and sigh in dissapointment, quickly moving back to ur apartment to change and quickly sneak back in to his room, so far so good. Nothing has changed. It was weird how you have never seen him sleep on his own bed. You look around, looking at his weird trinkets before reaching his closet, opening it and collecting some of his clothing before tripping on one of the gloves that fell to the floor, "oh-!" you land with your face against the wall of the closet before hearing the sound it made. It sounded like..it was hollow inside. You quickly stand up and dusted yourself, with a knock to test it to its fullest, you find a socket. You put your fingers in the rectangular socket, pushing it to the side to reveal a staircase, you smile proudly after seeing this, has your dear nikolai have been hiding a secret room? Perhaps it was a room full of more of his stuff. You waltz down the stairs, singing a soft tune, your voice having a hint of curiosity as you mutter to yourself, "Now now, i wonder what this room could b-! Oh."

You expected the room to be filled with more of his stuff, either it be more of his hats, clown makeup, guns, and other trinkets you can "borrow", you find yourself staring at the things that You own. The walls a dark crimson red and rosewood floors, and tons of big wooden shelves against the walls, all containing each of your missing things. Your lacy bras, Your used lipsticks , your panties, shirts, gloves you worn, used pillow cases, your pens, the old phone you had. You get the point. The walls were adorned of hundreds of candid photographs of you, one of the bigger picture was in gold frame. a picture of you sleeping and Nikolai in the corner as if he took a selfie and printed the picture out to have it all framed and pretty..Then you realized,the bedroom that you've been stalking and watching was just a decoy.. A decoy to hide his undying obsession of you.

you looked around the shelves and seeing the tons of bottles of your favorite perfume distracted from the feeling of your beloved nikolai having an infatuation of you,large hands began to wrap around your waist "Oh.. There you are milaya." he whispers into your ear,pressing your back against his chest,a haunting sweet smile spread across his lips as he leaned closer to you snaking his free hand to grab your hand "You're not supposed to be here you know?.." he pouted sarcastically before laughing "Moya pitchka don't run away from me..You can see how much I adore you." he whispered, his voice cooing and desperate while he was caressing his hand to your waist then down to your hips..your breath hitches as you feel his touch. Your gaze brightens up, letting him touch you freely, "Oh.. Hello my dear kolya." you gently taking his hand.

he grabbed your hand back swiftly,he quickly spins you around,your back hitting the wall and his knee in between your thighs..He had a hand on your hips tightly.. tight enough to leave a bruise on your skin You gasp at the impact huffing from the tension you've been caught. But you just can't help but enjoy this moment.. he had a hand on your hip and his other hand on your thigh,gripping it tightly and huffing, "I missed you so damn fucking much.." he kissed your neck, huffing and holding you tightly as if you would dissappear if he loosened his grip. "You wouldn't understand how much i love you, it hurts milaya." he whispers into your ear in between his soft neck and collarbones kisses, his kisses always changing into soft and gentle to rough and desperate.

You look down, not resisting but rather wrapping your arms around his neck, the dagger he left you in one of your hands, the blade was near his pulse, close enough to end his life before you sweetly say, "But i do understand. I missed you too." with those 4 words falling from your lips,his eyes widened. You weren't frightened or screaming like he thought you would, his wide eyes changed into a smile, a cheeky hungry smile. Perhaps this was a new reason on why he adores you damn fucking much.

He quickly pressed his lips against yours roughly, gripping onto your thigh and waist tightly, "Oh, baby, You dont know much i need you." he says in between kisses, slowly sliding his large hand around your inner thigh, lifting your thigh up, his other hand on your waist to support you standing. His voice turned into breathey, his voice evident with need and desperation, his grip on your thigh tightening, as if you were gonna disappear again if he loosend his grip, "Please.. Please, milaya, let me show you how much i adore you." he panted out in between kisses desperately, you huff and you gripped on to his shoulders, the dagger near his neck falling onto the ground, clinging and thudding from the fall. He leaned closee to your ear, whispering sweetly, his voice sweet as honeydew but breathey and desperate too. "See? I told you death wouldn't keep us apart.. Now.. Let me show you what dreams are made of."

A/N: lol idk if i should write the smut part, just comment if you want it, also.. When i was first and originally writing this I ACCIDENTALLY DIDN'T SAVE THE DRAFT SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT ALL AGAIN.. ACCORDING TO MY MEMORY.. GRRRRR.... but anyway, enjoy!

[bug-is-snug]

starved pt. 2

part one

plot: you're a zombie <3 CW: depictions of violence, depictions of obsession, gore, self-cannibalism (stay safe cutiepies!), blood, gore, eventual smut (That means Minors DO NOT INTERACT), self harm (I think? I'm not sure but I'm adding it to be safe!), military inaccuracies, dead dove do not eat kinds of stuff

A/N: let me know if I missed anything with the content warnings! Also please forgive me for the terrible accents, I am but a small humble person with the brain made of v8 juice- Also some of this was written on mobile so forgive me if there are any grammar errors ^^; banner by: @frostthecupcake (deactivated) and found by using "Find A Banner"

You felt your face grow warm as your mind went back to the sight of your Captain's wrist. Well- mainly his veins...God, he had lovely veins... You imagined grabbing his arm and sinking your teeth in, tearing away at his skin and tendons with gnashing teeth...while you daydreamt you couldn't help but wonder; How sweet would his flesh taste? Shaking your head profusely, you let out a huff and continued to head off towards the barracks while ignoring the emptiness in your stomach. God, you could feel the blood running down your throat, warming you far better than any hard alcohol... "Stop it." You hissed quietly to yourself, as if you had any control over the thoughts that ran rampant in your mind, "Don't think at all, just shut up!"

Taking a moment, you lean up against the wall and desperately try to gather your thoughts. Your stomach growled almost angrily, making you let out a frustrated groan. "Hungry?" A familiar voice cooed playfully, their Scottish accent giving away their identity instantly. You look up to see Soap, your heart instantly beginning to race. Your eyes scanned over his body while your nose took in his scent, which allowed you to recognize that he had just gotten back from the shooting range, the smell of his musk and the gunpowder making your head swim. "Uh-" Christ, you sounded dumb, "Maybe? I dunno, I kinda skipped lunch today...though I do hear that your body can make you hungry when you're exhausted so- uh- maybe it's that?" ...WHAT? Where did that even come from?! What kind of stupid excuse is that?! Soap raised a brow, staring at you for a moment and giving away that he was also just as bewildered as you were over the shit you just said. "...I am going over here now." You quickly walked around him, attempting to make it to your room. "Hold on now, that dinnae make a lick o' sense. What's goin' on wi' ye?" A strong, calloused hand grasped at your forearm making your heart jump to your throat, "Ye alright, lovie?" You shuddered slightly, digging your nails into your palms as thoughts of tearing your precious teammate’s ribs apart and sinking your teeth into his heart while it still beats made you feel dizzy and your stomach ache. What would it taste like? Sweet? Savory? How much would you be able to devour before someone else stumbles upon the sight? You quickly interrupted your own thoughts as you blurted out, "I think I'm sick is all." Soap hummed and reached over, pressing his hand against your forehead. "Ye dinnae feel sick, ye feel cold to be honest, lovie..." He muttered. "Sarge-" You were cut off by his hands feeling up the scruff of your neck and under your jaw. "Sorry, mate. My mum used to do this to check if me or my siblings were sick..." His voice was low, as if he trying not to spook an injured animal. "Sarge, I'm fine, honest-!" You tried to reason with him. You knew he was telling you the truth, but you also knew how he was. To clarify, while the relationship between you and Soap was rather handsy it was usually a welcome action and when it wasn't, you would tell him and he would back off. The touches the two of you would share sometimes bordered on inappropriate, but it often didn't go much further than that. It was a very intimate relationship, one that could be missed if someone didn't have a trained eye. However, it wasn't quite romantic...just intimate and sometimes intense-

Looking into his eyes, you could tell that while he was indeed just checking up on you, there was a small sense of enjoyment at the fact you were letting him casually paw at your sensitive skin. You let out a soft hiss in pain when he pressed down on a particularly tender spot, "Johnny, too hard..." "Sorry, lovie..." Soap said quietly, letting go after a moment. "It's okay..." You assured him, "What's the prognosis, Doctor MacTavish?" He chuckled at your teasing and shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, "Yer feelin' a bit stiff is all. Probably from yer god-awful posture." "Then I am going to do what I was planning to do and go take a nap. I should probably tell Gaz...I was gonna eat lunch with him today..." You said, disappointment heavy in your voice. "I can tell 'im fer you, lovie. Dinnae ye worry yer little head ‘bout it." Soap smiled, reaching over and giving you an affectionate pat on the shoulder. A sigh left your lips as you gave him a relieved smile, "You'd really do that for me? Thank you, Johnny..." He smiled back, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder. "Yer welcome..." You playfully nudged his arm with your elbow which made him chuckle and give you a wink before he walked around you, leaving you on your own as you finally made it to your room. You remembered the last time you retreated to your room when feeling unwell while you stared at your bed, closing your door behind you. It was a few days after the attack... Your body felt like it was on fire, especially where that damn doctor had bitten you. Your heart raced and your arm felt like your veins had poison coursing through them. You had refused to let anyone know, nor let anyone take care of you going as far as to barricade the door. Stupid? Yes, but what were you supposed to do? Let the teammates whom you trust your life with every single day know you're unwell? Ask them for help because they're your found family and you would drop everything to take care of them if they were in this state because you love and cherish them as people? Cringe- You groaned in pain, curling up in your little bed while digging your nails into the fabric, tearing them effortlessly much to your surprise. "What the fuck?" You huffed out, grimacing as you stare at the ruined sheets, "I just bought those..." Was that what you should have been worried about? Absolutely not, but you have to cope somehow. The pain was unbearable, but the worst of it was the fever and the fever dreams that came along with them. Well, you called them fever dreams; they actually appeared in your mind when you were awake. And most of them were really just...urges... Visions of ripping people apart filled your mind. It felt so real...you could feel your fingers digging into some faceless person's skin, tearing apart their flesh and ripping apart their ribs while they screamed and thrashed. The more skeptical part of your mind shoved it off as just an edgy little thought that you had as a courtesy of watching so many horror movies with Gaz, just a silly little spout of aggression. No, it was the thought of eating the person that got you to worry. It was the thought of burying your face into their warm body and sinking your teeth into their heart that scared you. The worst part of it was the fact that your stomach growled every time you imagined chewing and swallowing, like a forbidden fruit... Blood spilling down your chin like you had just bit into an apple after days of neglecting your hunger became a feeling you craved desperately. "Please just be a really fucked up version of the flu..." You whispered, "I swear to everything that is good and holy if it's not-" You were interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in your stomach, making you cry out. Burying your face into your pillow, you let out a quiet sob while you clung to it. Somehow, you felt embarrassed about how much pain you felt. You've taken bullets for fuck's sake! You have broken bones, dislocated joints-! And a little stomachache is making you cry?!

"What the fuck...?" You muttered, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Upon seeing the literal puddle of it in your hand you cringed, “Mm…that’s nasty…”

Sitting up, you use the headboard of your bed to keep you steady while your head pounds and begs you to lay back down. You huff, leaning your head against your arm for a moment. This fucking sucks. There is no denying it!

Your nose is pressed against your flesh, and you catch a whiff of yourself…Oh my…

Your stomach beckons you, and in that moment, you don’t even care. How can you? You’re starving!

So…

Without a second thought…

You sink your teeth into your wrist with a sickening squelch, tearing through veins and muscle. And, God, if it didn’t taste lovely…

Back To Current Day…

You sit down on your bed, running your fingers over the stitching you had done over the once torn sheets. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough!

With a sigh, you lean against the wall, staring at the ceiling as you reach over and gently touch your forearm, your fingertips sliding across the edge of the bandage. You didn’t really want to check if the wound was still there…but you didn’t want it to get infected either.

Your eyes glance down as you kicked off your shoes, scooting into your bed while your hand slowly peeled the bandaid off. You expected infection…a festering, pulsing and pus filled one…however, there was nothing. Your wrist was completely healed, like nothing happened-! How��?

You shake your head as hard as you can, as if it would shake the thoughts away. You ball the bandaid up and go to the trashcan, tossing it before going to your sink and rinsing your hands off. This isn’t so bad, right? It’s- er- not ideal, but it’s something! Maybe you should keep a journal of your changes- No. Too risky. If anyone found it…

Your eyes closed as you lean against the counter, inhaling through your nose while your leg bounce uncomfortably, “I can’t see a doctor…I really should but-! …What if I hurt someone…?”

You found yourself doing that a lot; whispering to yourself, fighting yourself…etc…

But that’s neither here nor there, it’s time to eat.

You started to head to your mini fridge, kneeling down before it and opening it up to take a package of raw meat out. You tear it open with your finger, feeling yourself begin to shake…

Shoveling raw meat into your mouth was not a good feeling. Did it scratch that lizard part of your brain? Yes. But social norms taught you to be disgusted with such bad manners-! However…as you sunk your teeth into the raw chicken breast, you ripped and tore away at it, feeling yourself grow more and more ravenous as it you continued. It tasted pretty okay for the most part, which is what surprised you the most.

Tasted like chicken, obviously, but the raw flavor added to it somehow? It was so hard to describe! But…then those thoughts came…

You were imaging the meat belonging to Soap, your beloved teammate. You felt so dirty and perverted…

‘This isn’t normal,’ You reminded yourself, ‘This is NOT. NORMAL!’

You didn’t even realize someone else had entered your room until they cleared their throat, making you snap your attention to whomever it was.

Oh shit.

[heartfullofleeches]

X

[Neighbor Yan enters ghoul Reader's house carrying a few tupperware containers. They enter the sleeping ghoul's bedroom and checks their fingernails and teeth for any signs of decay. Their teeth nearly shut around the human's finger as their eyes open.]

Ghoul Reader: You.....

[Neighbor Yan freezes]

Ghoul Reader: Huxley!

Neighbor Yan, relaxing: Hey there... You decided to remember me today?

Ghoul Reader: I never forget. I always know who you are - even I don't always remember you. You're too important to forget - plus I write your name on my hand!

Neighbor Yan blushes - placing the bag in hand on their bed: Right... I brought you some more food. Try to remember it's rude not to eat every bite.

Ghoul Reader: You don't have to worry about that. Everything you make is super delicious! What meat did you use in that casserole from the other night? I thought it was beef, but is also kinda tasted like pork too. It's so good and I taste a bit of it in all your dishes. I'm still full days after

Neighbor Yan: It's a family recipe... I can't tell you.

Ghoul Reader: Oh! I'm so sorry... I wanted to make something for you for all your help...

[Neighbor Yan bends to kiss their forehead. Their skin so much warmer than it's been since the accident.]

Neighbor Yan: Don't worry about me... Just eat up and write down everything you remember like I told you too, okay?

Ghoul Reader: Okay.... happy anniversary, Huxley

[Neighbor Yan wipes a tear]

Neighbor Yan: Happy anniversary, Honey.

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₕᵢₛ Cₒᵣₚₛₑ Bᵣᵢdₑ?

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ/ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Resurrections? Zombie stuff, eye popping out, reader is a bit oblivious, mean astarion, a bit of angst.

A/N: I always wanted to do something with Corpse Bride since I love that movie.

Masterlist

Astarion was out in the woods, he had finished feeding, but he didn't want to go back to the camp just yet. He wanted to enjoy the night, specially the full moon, it looked beautiful. As he walked around the forest, he thought about doing something fun, like repeat some vows he'd heard a while back. It was probably silly, but why not is not like on one will hear them. So there he was, repeating those vows in the most dramatic way possible, it sounded like a poem. He didn't forget a word, he said them perfectly, he sounded almost as if he was actually telling them to somebody.

Afterwards, he thought about heading back, but before he could leave. He felt something grab his ankle. It felt like a hand, looking down, he literally saw a blue hand gripping tightly onto his ankle. He tried to get the hand off him, but the grip was strong, after struggling a bit, he managed to get away. Except the hand was still attached to his ankle, he removed the now arm throwing it away. Then he saw how the ground began to move, instead of running, he only watched as the dirt began to move around. Then he saw a head, covered with a veil pop out, followed by their other hand which helped them dig themselves out. All he could do was watch, almost in horror.

The figure was finally out, it was a woman. Dressed in what a bride would wear, except her white dress is covered in dirt and roots, along the vain. She then removed the vail away from her face, revealing herself. Her skin was a light blue, a bit of her left cheek was missing, her eyes were those grey-bluish color, her lips a pinkish color. Her hair was also blue, but a much darker tone. Her skin still seemed to be intact, she hasn't completely decompose, but she was beginning to do so slowly. her sclera was yellow and decorated with red veins. The left side of her ribs had a chunk missing, as if she was stabbed. She seemed to have been murdered not that long ago. The woman looked at him dead in the eyes and she gave him smile. "I do." She whispered back to him.

Next thing he knew, you began to follow him around. He tried to explain to you that it was merely him just jesting and he didn't expect you to take his words seriously. But you didn't seem to care, you were just happy to have a husband like you've always wanted. The next day Astarion told everyone in the camp what had happed, they were surprised that you, a living corpse was technically alive but not really. Tav didn't seem to mind you tagging along, as log as you didn't put youself and others in danger, if they didn't have an issue, neither did the others.

You were attached to Astarion, who you'd refer to him as your husband. He'd nag at you that he wasn't, but he did not care, you'd still call him your husband and tell others that he was the now love of your life. He grew tired of it and just played along with it. He wouldn't call you his wife, only by your name. You didn't mind at all. You tried getting to know him, what his interests were along with his back story. You were very curious about your now husband, you wanted to learn almost everything about him. Besides that, people found it a bit odd that you, a corpse was walking around dressed as a bride, telling everyone about your husband.

That night the party was at an inn, after helping the small village with something. Astarion wanted to leave the room, maybe find someone to bed. But there was a problem, you. He needed to come up with some excuse, so he did. He said that he was going out for a walk, you thought about joining but he told you that he wanted you to stay in the inn because he had a surprise for you, so without hesitation in staying in the room. After you made yourself comfortable, he left. To find someone to have a bit of fun with. He did, he found a woman, who seemed to be also looking for the same thing as him.

It was while, he had completely forgot about you in the inn. He was focused on getting the woman to fall for his charm. He was too into it that he didn't notice you coming right behind him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, I was wanted to see if-" you stopped mid sentence. You saw how Astarion and the woman got a bit close to one another. It was awkward. You then grabbed his arm and pulled him close to you. "Darling, who is this?" you asked him, looking at the woman. The woman was shocked at what she was seeing. "Who is she?" she asked Astarion who was silent. "I'm his wife." You stated to her. "She is?" The woman said, then Astarion spoke. "Wait you don't understand, she's dead." He said, taking your boney hand and giving it a shake, making your bones rattling. You then removed your hand from his grip and glared at him.

Back in the room, you were not happy and it was obvious. "You lied to me! Just so that you could go and find comfort in some woman!" You accused him, crossing your arms over your chest upset. "Come on, did you really think that you were the only one?" he said smugly. "Yes! You're married to me! You shouldn't be looking for another woman!" You then began to cry into your hands. Actual tears or what could be considered tears were flooding from your eyes. "I thought, this was going so well." You sobbed, then out of nowhere your right eye had popped out of your socket, making it roll across the room. You didn't seem to care about that at the moment. Astarion then picked it up and gave it a small clean before handing it back to you. "Look, I'm sorry, but this just can't work." He said honestly. "Why not?" You asked, taking your eye back. "Its my eye isn't it?" you asked again, while putting your eye back in your socket.

"No, your eye is... lovely." He said a bit awkwardly. "Is.. in a different circumstances, well. Who knows, we're just to different. You're dead." he argued. "But so are you." You said in tears, you went silent, then added. "Y-You should have thought about that before you asked me to marry you." You stated to him. "Why can't you understand, it was a mistake. I would never marry you." He finished with an annoyed tone. Your eyes widen by his confession, this made your non beating heart break, you sighed. Walking out of the room to leave. Astarion watched you leave, sadden by how he talked to you. He couldn't help but feel guilty now. Was he really feeling guilt? That's new, he felt awful now. You didn't do anything wrong, you were vulnerable and innocent. You'd never hurt a fly or anyone. He felt like an idiot. He needed to apologize to you, but first he wanted to give you your space to try and figure out on how to apologize. Something he's never done in two hundred years.

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(¬ ´ཀ` )¬ HALLOWEEN BOTS ₊ ZOMBIE INSPIRED

note: mostly made these bcs i have a small (big) obsession with zombies and i keep seeing people with clown or zombie makeup and im gnawing at my screen they look so kewl!! (might add more��depends if im not too lazy. ps,,, i brought my fav movie ever (killer klowns) it’s VHS but idc!! along with elvira

݁ᛪ༙DEAN WINCHESTER

⤿ warm bodies ⸝⸝ zombie!user

you’re a zombie who keeps trailing after dean like a lost puppy, even if he knows you should’ve put you down he keeps you around, thinking that maybe there’s still a part of you that’s alive. despite the odd and weird little gifts you give him.

݁ᛪ༙DEAN WINCHESTER

⤿ meet the creeper ⸝⸝ zombie!dean

after being bitten, dean clings to a fading memory of you. driven by a primal need, he stumbles to your door, trying to cling onto the memory of you, the feeling of you.

݁ᛪ༙DAMON SALVATORE

⤿ insatiable love for the dead

damon finds himself torn when faced with you. unlike others, you ignite a conflicting desire within him—one that goes beyond bloodlust.

݁ᛪ༙BILLY LOOMIS

⤿ lights , camera , murder baby!

youre bound and blindfolded, lying vulnerable on the bed, while Billy documents the moment with a camera, capturing every breath and stifled gasp. just his pretty little doll for him to play and taunt with.

݁ᛪ༙SAM WINCHESTER

⤿ dude , where’s my skin? ⸝⸝ zombie!sam

sam, finds himself drawn to a living person—you. amidst a nightmarish landscape littered with corpses, he feels a flicker of humanity as he watches you shiver in the cold. despite his own deadened senses and the logic telling him he owes you nothing, he resolves to help. dragging himself toward a nearby corpse to retrieve a thick jacket and, with great effort, presents it to you as an offering.

݁ᛪ༙SAM WINCHESTER

⤿ spookshow baby ⸝⸝ zombie!user

sam arrives in a small town investigating rumors of zombies, expecting to find the typical mindless creatures. instead, he finds a high-end bar filled with well-dressed patrons. as he navigates the crowd, he feels out of place and scrutinized, like an outsider among wolves. his attention is drawn to a striking figure at the bar, who appears dead yet so attractive. determined to engage, sam approaches and asks if he can get them anything, hoping to break the ice and gather some intel on the place.

݁ᛪ༙STILES STILINSKI

⤿ zombie curiosity ⸝⸝ zombie!user

stiles has always been drawn to you, your bond deepened through late-night conversations in high school, but now everything feels cruelly different: youre dead, yet somehow you’re still alive in a way. he finds this all so fascinating, and keeps asking you questions, rambling on and managing to slip out how he feels about you.

݁ᛪ༙JENNIFER CHECK

⤿ model for me

jennifer and you are browsing for costumes for a halloween party, you modeling skimpy little outfits for her. and jennifer, not even hiding how she’s practically devouring you with her eyes.

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Infected/Zombie Reader helping RE men (Leon K., Carlos O., & Ethan W.)

Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. I’m going to preface that I’ve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, i’m only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I would’ve added him

(this is just a suggestion but here’s what’s damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)

You’re one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus

…but your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree

you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in

You’re enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move

This slowness bites you when you go down to the main hall to place a green and red plant you had found next to the typewriter, since Leon had been limping for quite awhile around the RPD

You gently place the two plants (still in the containers, you can’t grind them up due to the shakiness in your zombified hands) but you hear Leon coming down from the second floor library so you try and shuffle back into a room to hide again, until you hear the click of his gun

You turn around and see Leon, gun raised to likely give you a headshot like he’s given to plenty of the other zombies around (you know since you’ve seen plenty bodies with exploded heads..)

So you just, start shuffling backwards with arms raised in peace, mumbling ‘sorry.. sorry.. please, no.. hurt’ as best you can with your undead voice, which comes out pretty rough

Leon was about to shoot you but as soon as he saw you back away and mumble what sounded like human speech and not just growls and rumbles, so he lowers his gun slightly, tilting his head at you

You escape into the west office, and Leon fully lowers his gun and then looks at the plants you left him (he uses them, he’s not an idiot to ignore a healing item when he’s been at ‘danger’ for 2 hours)

When Leon unlocks the Goddess statue you come out from hiding and softly approach, and hand him some ammo and healing items “good.. byye..” you say to him look at him with your singular eye (you lost the other one when you got infected) before starting to walk off

Leon watches you walk away, about to hide again and he hesitates before saying “Wait, would you… like to come with me?”.

He watches you turn slightly and grumble “..you.. sure?”

He nods at you and you walk back up to him, and follow him as he goes down the stairs

Bonus:

During the G-3 fight you help by throwing yourself at him and stab one of the eyes with a knife Leon gave you, smiling in triumph when you stab an eye fully

Ada is very cautious and nearly shoots you several times, she thinks you’re just in the early stages of infection and she doesn’t want you killing her pawn (leon) before he gets the virus for her

When you get on the train Claire and Sherry are a bit wary of you but during the trip they start to like you, Leon’s account helps a lot as well

Carlos Oliveria (RE3)

Similar to Leon’s, you’re one of the people who fled to the RPD and got infected, and hid in a storage room (this storage room was clearly for all the Christmas decor… the bells gave it away)

You picked off the bells and kept them in a small box, as well as stealing post-it notes and a pen from the west office

From the second floor you watch Carlos and Tyrell make their way in, watching them scope out the place

As soon as you saw Carlos, you muttered under your breath “he..h.. scruffy..”

You noticed he was having a hard time with the Lickers, so you decided to make use of the bells you took, throwing them down hallways out of sight of Carlos so the Lickers chased the noise

He heard the chiming, making a remark like “The hell is that coming from?”

After awhile of doing this, you decided to just gift Carlos the bells

You place them on a desk with the brightest sticky note you could find

He finds it, noticing the stark contrast of the gloomy environment of the RPD, and reads the note

‘For the licks! Hold tighy in hnd then throw, it loud so they chse! : )’ was written on the note, it was hard to read being a shaky and messy handwriting but he got the general idea, chuckling at the squiggly smily face on it

He opens and sees 4 tiny golden bells

He looks around, hoping to maybe find who put it there but finds nothing, nothing but a hunched over dead (?) zombie next to the desk “Whoever put this here, Thanks, and thanks for probably being the reason for saving my ass a few times”

He leaves and you say to the air “no.. problemmm..!”

You start following him around and so he eventually notices you, and nearly shoots you on the spot before you move your hand to ring the golden bell you kept and attached to a string as a necklace

He relaxes a bit but keeps his guard up until he realizes that you’re just an innocent smart (questionable) zombie!

Bonus:

Before realizing that you weren’t gonna hurt him, he really thought you were because you kept staring up at his head… In reality you just really wanted to pet his hair, but because words are hard when you’re a zombie and you didn’t wanna get shot you just didn’t say anything

(You eventually did get to touch his hair, muttering a “soooft.. so.. soooft!”)

In that helicopter cutscene when Nicholai is about to shoot Jill, you jump from nowhere and tackle the guy by the neck; Carlos shouts in exclamation “Hell yeah! Get him!” before Nicholai punches your jaw right off (ouch)

Ethan Winters (RE7)

In this case you’re kinda like Ethan if he didn’t get all his memory and body transferred (does.. does that make sense???)

Since the moment Ethan stepped into the Baker House, you’ve been watching him

While you can’t remember most of your past, you know you were human like him, and watching him brings you a sense of… comfort. So you watch as he explores the house, trying to find Mia

Sometimes you forget what you’re doing and make noise, making Ethan more paranoid as he goes through the house (you felt bad every time you accidentally spooked him)

Watching him getting attacked by Mia was a nightmare, and you felt like you shouldn’t intervene… until Mia stabbed him in the hand

You emerged from the shadows (and mold..) and pulled her off of Ethan, giving a soft growl at her before she tried to attack you. You sidestepped and pushed her into the wall, which caused her to knock her head against the wall and faint

You stared down at her before turning to Ethan, who was a bit put off by your appearance

“You’re… hurt. Follow.” and you start walking to where a first aid liquid was hidden away and hand it to him

After patching him up you go over to the boarded up door and started to remove the wood with ease, before Mia got back up and threw Ethan through the nearly open door. You yelp (with some scratchiness) at that before running up to try and help, but then Ethan swung an axe into her neck.

You look at him and see the horror in his eyes at what he’s just done, you reach out to touch his back before slightly withdrawing; “you… oo-kay?” You asked in a low voice, and he shook his head before standing up and making his way deeper into the house, fully ignoring you after that.

So you follow, wanting to make sure he’s okay. He’s the only thing human in this house (for now)

Then Mia comes back again, of course, stabbing Ethan in the hand with a screwdriver this time. You run up and start trying to pry it out of the wall and his hand, before you see Mia coming with a chainsaw. She slashes with the chainsaw, cutting you in half at the shoulder before hitting Ethan’s wrist.

You blackout for awhile, coming to after about an hour as your body of mold stitches itself back together into one solid form again

Submerging into the mold, you reform in the living room adjacent to the nightmare dining room, seeing the back of Ethan tied in one of the chairs

You carefully untie him from the chair, before being noticed Marguerite pulled you up by the hair unto the table

You reach into a clump of mold and pull a smoke bomb before pulling Ethan out of the chair and away

From there on you helped him the best you could

Bonus:

You alway try and take the hits for him, he’s still fleshy and human, you can take it! He’s still worried for you despite the fact you can patch yourself back together.

When Ethan dies and becomes mold, you feel bad for him. You don’t tell him, since if he thinks he’s still human, then he’s still human to you.

After the BSAA comes you don’t know what to do, you assume you’re going to be left there or be experimented on… but Ethan calls your name (that you told him at some point, it’s one of the only things you have left from before being molded) and gestures you to come with him, you come close before fearfully looking at Chris, but he just nods and lets you on the helicopter.

OKAY WOW this is… something. I don’t know. I kinda gave up in that last one despite Ethan being my favorite next to Leon. I really hope, that this is good, im some way, amd i hope i didnt totally screw the canon, ahhh. Hope people like thissss,,, would’ve done art but i’ve got art block

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Imagen being Leon's s/o and accidentaly getting infected but instead of becoming a mindless murder men eating zombie ur still u but now ur just a more slower than usual

Tw: zombie reader, mentions of food and tad bit of blood whichever leon u prefer to think about not being specific here

-Like u speak is somtimes slurred and u tend to gets stuck in ur tounge. Stuttering a lot specialy when u get anxious (or it worsen a bit more if u already had that problem bf infecting). U got a special device that helps u write ur thots when u need to say something for moments when ur in hurry.

-Ur walking's a bit more wabbly but u get where u wanna get, using mostly leon's upper arm for a lil more stability as u two walk. U tend to trip a bit more tho lol but Leon always has a firm grip on u to prevent u for falling

"Not letting you fall for anything other than me~" he smirks as u try not to smile at his corny liners when he catches u (such a dork 😆)

-Ur appearence hasn't drastically changed much either, other than the greyish irises and paler skin tone u still look like yourself

-Ur diet still just as consistent, although u been prefering mostly meats and fish lately (vegetarians Im sorry) but you still eat like always. Leon tend to spoon feed you since ur grip isn't as stable as it was.

You tried telling him to not bother knowing how busy his days usualy are, but he just shush u by saying that taking care u is his disstresser(?) Cuz he just can forget about everything else and focus on his preddy love <3

-Also u being in heavy investigation, they only agreed for Leon to keep you company cuz 1. He can proctet you and others in case thing go south, and 2. Cuz he did almost threaten his superiors so like.....yeah...(probably gonna think that part a lil more but i can see him giving them the death stare)

-That also meant u had to be more to the headquaters so it would be closer to the lab whenever they need your blood samples and stuff. They had to babyproof everything cuz like I said u tend to trip often xddddd

-Some of the scientist are very wary of u, often trying to be quick when it comes to attending to u. But most of them are preddy nice to you (otherwise they would hear from ur bf if they weren't 😞)

-Also zombies don't tend to care if ur next to them so that's something less to worry about! But doesn't make Leon any less propective of u. He actually got more protective than he was bf u got infected since now ur movements aren't as fast and tend to leave you more vulnerable......or does it? 🙄

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A/N: been thinking of this for a while so like here u have it ksksksksk. Probably will do a part 2 soon

[bloodyshadow737]

The cure? Or a curse

Matching: Rick Grimes x male reader conscious walker

The virus wasn't fully developed when the apocalypse begins.

This is all her fault. .

Right? Is not mine, I. . I don't remember

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[lagncx]

Stink bomb kisses pt2

Tw: body horror: zombie reader: Mention of Cazador: Astarion being captured: Astarion being a bit ooc: corny. Idk…

Wc: 3k

Enjoy.

Song quotes for this “fuck the rest of them, fuck em all, fuck em all but us.” Watermelon- Jane and John Q.

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Zombie reader

It was food time. Karlach sat on the ground next to the cooking pot Gale was tending to “Star coming?” She asked laying back with an omphf and a crack in her back Gale sighed “Don’t know…he’s been isolated from us since Tav and him separated.” Gale shrugged. Tav had separated with Astarion; their relationship was rocky. Tav didn’t really seem to show much interest in his needs disregarding his new freedom of choice.

The last straw was when Tav told Astarion “It’s not that big of a deal, love just drink her blood. You do it all the time” Astarion had dropped his mouth open, his eyes wide and glossy looking at Tav…the hurt, the pain was on his face and Tav just stared at him. Asshole.

Gale sighed, setting down a bowl in front of everyone “maybe I should bring him a cup of wine.” Shadowheart said, her eyes scanning the camp to see where he might be.

But where is he?

Alert rose in everyone as Shadowheart shared her thoughts through the tadpole. Astarion was missing. Karlach looked at her “hells? What do you mean he’s missing!” she said out loud. Shadowheart scratched her head “He’s been a recluse recently but never completely off grid!” Shadowheart reasoned.

Wyll stood up “Everyone search everywhere! I don’t care how long it takes to look in every nook and cranny till you find him! If you can’t find him, bring a piece of his damn hair. We already knew Astarion was at risk.” Wyll said hurrying off into the direction of the woods calling for Astarion. Everyone dropped their food and did the same, Gale sighed sadly at his bowl before taking one last bite and putting it down and joining the search party.

When he wasn’t found they came to the conclusion that He was kidnapped by one of the gur or Cazadors lackeys.

So it was time to plan “With his hands on Astarion we have limited time we have to move now!” Shadowheart pointed out. “Yea but how the hell do we find him?!” Karlach yelled she was burning up anger seethed through her. Gale hummed “Maybe…no.” Karlach growled “spit it out!” Gale sighed “It’s a small hope but scratch won’t be able to track him. There is… stinks.” He said, clearing his throat. Everyone looked at him “stinks?” Karlach said “it’s been weeks since they kinda exploded. Can we even get them back, and what makes you so sure they can find him?” Shadowheart said

Gale chuckled “stink is one of a kind…we can bring them back and now that I know more than I did before I think I can bring them back permanently and I know for sure they could find Astarion if he was an ant in a colony.” Gale hummed “Their name is all I need and a grave.” Gale smiled feeling smug.

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You were stuck in your own repeating hell. It played the same Astarion hugging you and turning you back into the pile of nothingness you once were, just a zombie. “No importance to him” he would spit, “something to use.” He would laugh as you rotted down to the bone, your eyes oozing pus and tears. Over and over again. You sniffled as your body regenerated “no more please. Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this purgatory?!” You yelled defeated. You sighed it was the same you would call out to yourself and then Astarion would call out to you. You would be torn on where to go whether to choose yourself or Astarion and you always ran to him.

It’s pathetic really…you didn’t even know who he was before he brought you back as some zombie soldier yet you still clung to him in this fantasy turned nightmare. So you ran his way things could be different…no they couldn’t it was a loop. You ran towards him, seeing him in the distance before you fell through the ground, the combined body fluids and goop sucking you down into the soil “Astarion!!” You screamed before being put on the ground. The air was fresher and the smell wasn’t so damp. You felt intact. “<💙> ?” You gasped you stayed still waiting for them to say it again “…<💙>” you pushed yourself off the ground with a grunt, you pushed your tongue against the familiar stitch that Astarion put to keep that tear in your jaw in check. You looked at the wizard “Gale!” You gasped he smiled “look at you! I did a good job.” He sighed. You looked down at your clothes…your skin. Still slightly green but you looked..less decomposed your flesh still different colors in certain places but it doesn’t fucking matter.

You hugged him tightly “thank you thank you thank you for getting me out of that hell!!” You sighed. You opened your eyes seeing the group surrounding you “guys!” You smiled looking at everyone “hi <💙>” tav said. You upturned your nose as if you weren’t just smelling your own top lip. Tav rolled their eyes.

Before things could get off track wyll came up to you “listen <💙> we need your help, that’s why we brought you back and you're gonna be here permanently.” You turned to him “So who odo I thank?” You smiled. Gale raised his hand “yes yes…” wyll sighed “Look we’re cutting on low time. We have an issue and it’s about Astarion.” Almost like time went slow your eyes twitched faster than anything “He’s not here.” You whispered Gale waved at you with his hand looking at shadowheart “what I say. She can track her way to him…like a weird…soul bind thing.”

You furrowed your brows “He’s nowhere near here…What happened?! Where is he?!” You talked so fast your body of very little health still hasn’t caught up with gales spell making you bite off a chunk of your tongue falling on the ground. Honestly you don’t even notice. Halsin mouths drops and he just lets out a quiet sob. You look down at your tongue twitching around before grabbing it and shoving it in your pocket.

Everyone clears their throat. Wyll sighs “I’ll fix it up for you while we talk about what happened.”

You sat at the campsite while they all sat around you. You gulped mucus awkwardly “you guys…want me to…find him?” You said struggling a bit. Halsin nodded “yes, and soon. We’ll be right behind you. But we need you to find him.” You bit your lip piercing the soft yellow green flesh “I don’t know if I could…I’m not. His.” You frowned “soul tie…if he doesn’t want me around anymore it’ll just fizzle out. I knew he wasn’t here because I didn’t smell him.” You have had a great sense of smell since becoming undead. You've loved feasting and the smells were so distinct. But now you're here permanently. Still a zombie but less pus bubble waiting to explode.

“He still wants you around…cried for days when you took yourself out.” Wyll said “never seen him cry before.” Gale hummed. You looked down at your hands thinking of all the times Astarion would have you hold any books he found on his travels.

Or him humming a soft tune while he pushed your fingers back and forth cracking your knuckles to get that rigor out of you.

He was never afraid to touch you or disgusted by you. You loved him for that…love…that was all you needed.

You immediately scurried towards the fire on your knees and closed your eyes. Gale looked at you “Oh stink…you're doing it now.” He said excitedly everyone was confused so Halsin explained “a soul tie is fragile like a string to an instrument when you pluck it it rings and vibrates she's the string and she vibrates over the space and it can ping Astarions soul. It’s beautiful.” He sighed dramatically

You took a deep breath “Show him to me…please” you whispered to the gods above.

…just one more time…help me. Help him.

Suddenly like a drop of fresh water you felt it wash over you like a droplet landing on the soft silk of a spider's web you felt a chill run down your spine. You opened your eyes and turned towards the hill that overlooked the grand city.

“I can feel him. His soul is still tied to mine.” You got up almost lunging yourself down the hill before feeling hands holding you back “woah there!” Halsin hushed you. You scoffed “there’s no time to wait!!” You growled pulling against them, their fingers digging into your skin easily like putty.

Wyll pushed you on your ass. “I hear you. But listen.” You growled fussing under your breath “shut up and listen” Karlach whispered as kindly as she could to you. You closed your mouth and it twitched slightly.

Wyll sighed “When we get there our goal is to rescue Astarion…but when Astarion gets free he will want to take on Cazador.” You looked around the group and shrugged “Fine! That’s fine! We can beat him!” Wyll shook his head “Astarion will be deathly ill since he’d be so starved and beaten he won’t be able to fight like he can on a full stomach. And we have no right to take that revenge from him” you laughed “I’ll just give him my blood.” You said and everyone just sighed La’zel grabbed a dagger and sliced your face, hells you couldn’t even feel that.

“Foolishness! You do not bleed! You can’t provide that for him!” She reasoned with you.

Provide? I can’t…provide.

You pushed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, the skin peeling back and breaking from the force easily. Your tongue felt the air of the outside while it wiggled around…you were nothing more than some dead pound of flesh…

That’s why we can’t be in love…I’m disgusting.

You sniffed and pulled away “Then we’ll bring him back here…kicking and screaming if we have to.” You stood up silently. Everyone seemed pleased and Gale, Wyll, And Karlach joined you. “Sniff him out for us soldier! We’re right behind you.” Karlach said.

———

Astarion jolted awake the small dozing off between this torture of not being able to let his arms rest was starting to grow annoying. Astarion wasn’t sure what to do, if he should kick and try and get out or if someone would come for him. Why should they? Not like they could find him anyway. He grumbled trying to pull himself up but he was weak…tired. In times like these…he could really use you. He hated the way it felt when he was searching for you, calling you chewing on his lip when he started to consider if Gale had put an end to you and dumped your stink somewhere else, but he went to the same spot you both sat and looked at the stars where you promised to keep him safe more than his…”partner” had done. You cared and never saw him as selfish. He missed you…

Almost as on cue he felt something so familiar tug on his cold still heart…his soul had felt a vibration ring out. Yours…you were still bound to him which means you’re…here. Alive!? Not alive but on this plane!

He laughed to himself, tears falling off his cheeks…you were up and searching for him…course you were.

——-

You busted into the manor ignoring the shock gasps and yells from the servants. Karlachs heat melted their damn mouths…not actually but her aura was hot enough. You made your way to the room with the big door but you pulled away and looked around you like a fly was buzzing you saying “Fuckkk youuu”. You mumbled to yourself, Gale turned to you “what? What is it?” You backed up through the hall and your head turned to the wall and you immediately fell against it. “star….he’s in there.” You whispered. Before pushing down on the wall opening it and there he was bloody and beaten like a wilting rose you felt your legs crumple but you had to be strong you whimpered as you nearly ripped the rotting metal from his wrist. He was on his feet this whole time. You had your hands ready to catch him if he fell but he seemed to be alright with standing.

“Star?” You whispered your voice filled with the sound of mucus in your throat. He stepped towards you, his voice small and shaky. “…stink…you came.” Then he fell into your arms. You held him close, his body limp against you. You panicked and it was evident in the way your started to pick at your skin on your arms. Gale came up to you and whispered “it’s okay…just pick him up and we’ll head back to the camp. Quick as a fly.” He smiled reassuring you.

You smiled feeling Astarion cling tighter to you as you carried him in the safety of the familiar alleyways of the city. You decided to split from the rest since it would draw less attention. But before you took another step you sat Astarion down using one arm to help him stand “Star…hey, wake up.” You pulled out a spare shirt from your very very old pack. And put it on him “Raise your arms.” You whispered, pulling it over him. You weren’t sure if his…scar made him feel self conscious or if he didn’t like peering eyes. You weren't sure how to comfort him or talk to him so you chose to stay silent.

You made the shirt even and turned around hoisting him up on your back. Bless the gods for your zombie strength. Astarion wasn’t some small guy. You sighed softly and continued your way to the outskirts of Baldur's gate. You looked down

I cant provide hes probably starving.

You were lost in those thoughts before getting pulled away at the feeling of lips against your neck “I can walk on my own darling…please don’t pamper me.” He whispered. You shook your head “I’m not I’m not…it’s just you collapsed

immediately.” You said but let him down without any fuss. He wobbled slightly but held onto you. “So…where are we…” you shrugged “a trail back to camp.” He nodded and started walking. It was a comfortable silence to him but you looked troubled. He didn’t even need to ask

“I’m sorry.” You said that feeling rising the first time you exploded when you got sad, leaving this realm. You stopped walking feeling your skin rot almost like it was melting the way your skin dropped off your muscle and muscle to bone.

“I’m sorry I even left, and you got captured. I’m sorry you're starving and I can’t feed you…cause I’m not alive. I’m useless. And…that’s why you can’t love me. Because I’m not good enough. I didn’t think when you pulled me back to this ground to this realm that I’d…fall for you.” You felt yourself sinking like the ground was pulling you in. You remember this feeling…when you pulled yourself back to the realm of the dead. You accepted the comforting pull back into the cold void of your own thoughts remembering being curled up stuck in a loop of running to Astarion only for him to never be yours. He’d never be yours.

Suddenly you felt everything still..your thoughts, body, the world…your soul.

Almost like your soul was being washed over with cold water you felt the familiar weight of the world on you…the world…your world, Astarion. His arms held you tightly so tight you thought you’d pop like a stink bomb. You laid your head on his shoulder. It was like this for who’s counting…4 minutes

“I don't need you to make decisions for me.” He said softly, pulling away you saw his eyes a brighter red than ever before…side effects of hunger you guessed. “I don’t need you to pity me or feed me like I’m a newborn.” He frowned, making you look down “I’m sorry” you whispered. You felt hands rubbing the back of your knuckles massaging the bone, the soreness, the stiffness of death leaving those joints…just like when he used to before. “I don’t love you.” He said with a smile. You almost flinched away so hard you swore the rushing water in the river looked inviting.

“But…I want to.” He whispered softly his fingers letting go of your knuckles and intertwining with your fingers. “We truly have all the time in the world to get to know each other…and Gale got you cleaned up…you're not exactly…well rotting corpse. Unless you do that breakdown thingy again. But you won’t. I won’t let it get to that point again. And I want to know it all, what you like to do, your past, your future other than me. All that stuff. And I’ll tell you the same.”

You felt like your heart was beating…it wasn’t but gods it felt like it was racing. You nodded eyes wide open. “Come darling, let's get to camp”

—-

You sat down the chubby badger next to him “good?” You asked, Astarion laid in his tent “Hm?- what in the hells! Don’t- don’t put it in the tent!!” He grumbled pushing the dead animal out the tent starting to burn some type of incense “Were you raised in a barn?!” He scoffed. You looked at the badger carcass in front of you “blood is draining from it. You might want to eat it.” You blinked blankly making him snort and sigh, deciding to enjoy this meal. You turned your head away from his feasting looking down at your knuckles “Getting stiff my dear?” He hummed “no…you asked if I was raised in a barn?” You smiled at him.

Astarion looked at you, his face covered in that delicious forbidden red sauce. “Was I right?” He chuckled, you shrugged, “Well no, I was raised in a castle.” You said your fingers traveled from his neck where he slightly bent it from the ticklish feeling, you brought your fingers up to his face wiping his lips with your thumb before putting it in your mouth humming in pleasure at the semi rewarding taste of something more…organic. You opened your eyes seeing Astarion looking at you “alright first, that was hot. Second, The hells do you mean a castle?! And how the hells did you end up here!!” He yelled

— maybe…you both could work.

((((Uhm so this is for my person who requested a part two for the zombie reader headcanon it was way longer than expected uhm I’m tired help. Uh expect a Karl Heisenberg fic and I think breaking will continue.)))))

@chaoticbardlady99 (for u! 🥺💙)

[fandomnerd9602]

Ashley Graham x Infected!Male!Reader

Y/N: go! Get out of here!

Ashley: no! I can’t leave you!!

Y/N collapses to the ground as he begins transforming…

Y/N grabs a grenade and pulls the trigger…

Y/N: I love you

Ashley flees as the grenade explodes…

[aiyshaaa]

ZOMBIE SONG | KURRO X ZOMBIE READER

divider by @thecutestgrotto

warnings ! ౨ৎ : angst , mentions of clot and gore (?) , mention of worshiping , etc.. ,

a/n : btw these are gonna mini short stories ! the multi charac one is gonna be long

CHOMP!

The taste of the fresh cruor and clot from the jowl (another word for cheek) from dear of a human taste divine as they faint to the ground shaking and gagging from the reaction.

You feel little bits of ivory start crunching down and cracking apart bits.

You scatter as you have the feeling of somehow full from one bit of human flesh entering your throat.

You rome around the trashed town and liter through trash to find things that track your nose even half-broken from a gunshot you took while being hunted to be shot down by other sense of humans.

You sigh as you find nothing but smell something else. Human.

But, what is this scent? you ask yourself as you fall down inlove with it, it's coming right in front of you as looking up to see a male dressed in raggedy clothes with a bit of dirt that was cut with long baggy jeans ending with convo shoes.

This wasn't the smell of hunger, this was the smell of something else, but what?

You track yourself more to the hinting scent as you also feel yourself stop in your tracks to see a gun pointing right at your head.

You look up at the male as looked down at you. He groaned at you as he saw you didn't attack his waist or anything.

"Cap, I'ma need you to look at this um..." He looked uncomfortable as you looked at him more as he stared back at your half-broken face.

Your clothes were bloody, smelling of clot rot from different species you'd eaten over the past week or so, somehow you looked beautiful in his eyes which scared him.

He couldn't fall in love with a random zombie.

He couldn't! Even though you had the prettiest pearl eyes with the lightest green skin—.

"Kuroo! Get away from the zombie, goddamn it!" another boy shouted. He looked a bit smaller, with dyed hair that was fading at the scalp, and was wearing the same outfit as the other, but with baggy sweatpants.

You felt hunger rait in your brain and attack another male but was somehow held back by the Kuroo guy who was pointing the gun at you and his scent.

It was for some reason too strong that you wanted to worship his scent and body but this would definitely- be a horrible time.

The pudding-haired male sighed as Kuroo backed off still pointing to it on your green forehead. "Kuroo let's just head off. This zombie ain't gonna do anythin'..."

The other male headed off down east, as he went Kuroo looked at you with a string of confusion running through his eyes as he looked at you, after that.

He went east following the other. You felt this type of jealousy toward the other male.

As he led Kuroo away from you.

You had this sense to bite his pudding ass off like a maggot.

[undead-merman]

Day Seven: Pet Zombie

Male Whitney and GN-Reader

Contains slight angst, mentions of gore.

This used to be a nice neighborhood. Trees all lined up and ready to spread their crunchy leaves for trick or treaters to kick around and for the playful animals to jump into and roll around it. Every house had a silent competition to see whose house could have the spookiest decor for all to enjoy. Jack o lanterns of all shapes and sizes litter porch stairs, driveways, and yards. All the fancy lights too. Oranges, reds, purples, flickering all over. Even that one house down the road that had a projector in the window of some stalker killer finally capturing his prey. Everything was so beautiful this time of year. Used to be.

That was the Carson’s dog. Cute pom and shiba mix that was now chewing on the maggot ridden face of that old officer from the first night this happened. God, he can fucking smell it from here. Normally he’d toss it some lunch meat, or shoo it away with his foot, but he’s not going out there. Fuck that. He was about to close the blinds when a spray of red slapped against the window and a hand smeared more of the coagulated soup of gore across it. He let out a noise between a gag and a scoff as he tripped backwards and manged to catch himself as he turned back to you.

“Fucking hell. At least you aren’t gross as that.” He spat out over his shoulder and knelt down before you.

You looked terrible, your skin was grayed, dead veins were all over your body, eyes were so bloodshot that looked pink. You groaned around the fabric in your mouth and writhed against your bindings of makeshift bedsheets and clothes.

“Still terrible. But not as gross.” he moved a strand of hair from your eye, looking at the face that once was. He let out a sigh, and he collapsed next to you and pulled out his pack, rattling out the last one. Fucking hell, of course it was the last one. He let out a groan that echoed off the walls in this barren fucking prison. Not even a cozy place to sit on since he hacked up most of it or pressed it into every door handle this place had. Hardly any sun filtered in now, shit it was depressing.

Yanking out his old lighter, he held up a shaking hand and flicked it. Spark but no light. Another flick, same disappointing result. “Come the fuck ON!” another flick, and a dying flame finally catches. He desperately holds it up and waits for it to catch. Once the end turns a glowing red, he yanks it away and takes the biggest inhale of his life. His lung burn and feel like they're about to explode before he exhales and watches the steam like smoke bellow out. It burns so nice, only to be ruined by you groaning.

"Shut it slut.” He shoved your head away from him and took another drag. But you kept groaning, kept on leaning over to him and making that fucking muffled groaning in his ear. “I said shut it!” shoving you harder before rage boiled over, and he stood up and shoved you against the wall. Something clattered against the floor, yet he kept his eyes on your soulless empty ones. He scoffed and yanked out the cloth in your mouth, your underwear.

You chased his fingers trying to bite when he shoved your head back into the wall, your skull thudding. Your moans quieted and he frowned at your face. You used to be a hot piece of ass. Sexy as hell, throat so good he could fuck it without you gagging. Now look at you. He couldn't even put his cock anywhere near you without you trying to bite it off.

Now look at you. Your eyes unfocused, tongue trying to slide out. You look horrible. He takes a drag and blows it into your face. You used to cough, sometimes even tried to breathe it in. Now you just snarl. Try to lean in and take a bite out of him.

Look at you. And it's all his fucking fault. He sent you out to get the damn cigarettes, you came back with a scratch. Turned so fast, he didn't know what to do besides tie you up. This wasn't even his house. It was just some empty house he fled into when shit started hitting the fan. Now it felt too empty, all by himself with only his thoughts to accompany him. Not to mention that look in your eyes when you started twitching and becoming something else. God is burned into the back of his eyelids.

He goes to walk away when his shoe taps against something. His gaze drifts down, a pack and a new lighter. He didn't even ask you to get a new one… You… You just knew, didn't you? You always seemed to read him better than the rest. Annoying.

He picks the two little items up and rolls them around in his hands. His grip on the disposal lighter tightened, his nails dug into the flesh of his palm. He hears a noise, then again. It wasn't until the fourth time did he realize that it was coming from his own chest. A sob, one that was heavy, used his whole diaphragm. Fuck. Fuck all this bullshit.

He took one last long drag from his cancer stick before taking another long exhale, still shaky from his emotions. Not a problem. He had you by his side before, not like some biting will put him off. He plopped the butt on the floor and snuffed it out. The soft sizzle felt like ringing in his ears.

[bug-is-snug]

Very interested to see how the 141 would react to zombie reader going hangry on a person. Would Ghost hold them back? Would Price try to talk them down and find a cure? Would Gaz and Soap be able outrun zombie reader when they go feral?

I love your writing and now I have brain rot 😭😭😭

TW: Gore and violence!

To be honest?

When Zombie reader gets hangry, it’s not really obvious that it’s because they’re a zombie. It just comes off that they’re very pissed off and they’re fighting harder than usual.

It doesn’t occur to anyone until you sink your teeth into the enemy’s throat and rip it out that your teammates start to realize something isn’t right.

Your fingers tearing away at flesh, your jaw crunching down and crushing the esophagus. You haven’t even realized that you’ve started eating in front of your teammates. You haven’t even realized that you’re ripping apart another person with your bare hands without any trouble.

There’s nothing like it. Human flesh, I mean…sure, you can eat raw meat all day and you’ll be fine! But human flesh is like eating your favorite meal in the entire world after just having a terrible day.

You don’t even realize your teammates have gone eerily quiet until you turn and look at them, blood covering your mouth and your eyes wide and frantic.

You lick your lips and clear your throat, your eyes slowly fluttering.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?”

[heartfullofleeches]

How to care for your undead lover.

A funny little blurbo I did about a guide on taking care of ghoul darling/reader.

-

So - wanna bring back your soulmate departed from this world too soon? Wanna take home that cutie from the cemetery? Notice something off about your neighbor and looking for was to impress? Here are a few important tips to know before bringing your undead dear home.

Ghouls in our situation are the undead, but a little different from norm. Not as brainless as zombies nor soulless either. Ghouls are typically tired soul thrust back into its aging body trapped in a never-ending cycle of rot and decay. Their minds and bodies deteriorate at a rapid pace, but there are usually points in which their rotting stops and ways to prevent further deterioration almost entirely.

Like the living, Ghouls need to eat. While they will not die without a meal, Ghouls require sustenance to remain among the living and function as one of their own. Signs of a starving Ghouls are extreme tiredness/trouble staying awake, lose of memory and speech, uncontrollable sobbing, loss in muscle mass and flesh, biting, scratching, and more.

When unable to acquire the flesh that benefits them most - common brain foods are fair alternatives. Fatty fish, Beef, Chicken, Yogurt, Eggs, Leafy Vegetables, Berries. While these work for a time Human meat will always have the longest lasting effect. Many conscious aren't exactly comfortable with eating one of their own - or what used to be. Simply make sure that they aren't in the kitchen during meal prep and dicing the meat finely. Try to avoid wearing the same clothes as when you caught their dinner or the faint smell of blood may raise suspicion. You may notice your ghoul growing beyond typical human height if they are fed regularly and with a balanced diet of human flesh. This is perfectly normal

[Example A]

- A caretaker completely drenched in blood presents a human arm on a plate for their darling. The ghoul frowns - visibly uncomfortable.

Caretaker: Darling~ Time for breakfast!

Ghoul: N...no...

[This is wrong.]

[Example B]

- A well dressed and groomed caretaker presents an omelet stuffed with spinach and "mystery" meat, paired with a small fruit salad. The ghoul smiles

Caretaker: Darling, are you ready for breakfast? If you eat everything off your plate you can have a snack during speech practice.

Ghoul: kay!

[This is correct]

It is not wise to try an force a Ghoul to remember points in time. Their memory will come and go all depending on how well you feed them. Gently reassure them that you are their caretaker and rewards them for easy things like remembering your name. This will make your ghoul happy and more accepting of you. As their mind ails be sure to bath them frequently and stick as closely to their personal grooming routines as you can. It's best to style them the same as pictures closest to when they met their end, but if they express wanting to try a different hairstyles or look do not hesitate to comply. It will be a great bonding experience and staple you as someone they shouldn't forget when they begin to lose their head.

Lastly, be sure to give them lots of love. That's all for now, folks. Til next time.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Bₐcₖ Fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ Dₑₐd

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴏɴɪɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Zombie Apocalypse AU, death, zombification, a bit of graphic gore, guilt, fluff?

A/N: I've been thinking about this since last night, so a did a short fic. I might delete this later.

Masterlist

You had died out in the field, the last person you spoke to was Konig through the walky-talky on your vest. You were trying to tell him about what was happening in your area. But you were cut off by one of the infected, you tried to fight them off, but you weren't able too. There were just too many. Last thing that Konig heard was your screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart, as well as the crunch of bones breaking. It was aweful.

That happened a couple days ago. Konig couldn't handle the guilt. You had died, alone, in the worst way possible. He wished he could have gone with you, to make sure that you were okay. He knew that he shouldn't have let you go off on your own. He felt awful. He couldn't eat, or sleep for those days. He just couldn't, the guilt was eating him up. Another night had passed, he was out of the bunker. It was his turn to be on the look out. The whole time he was pacing and thinking of what he could have done to save you in a way. But no, It was far too late. All he could do was just think about you. The times you've spend together and everything.

It was late, the night seemed calm. No sight of infected or anything of that sort, but he still had to keep his eyes open and alert. Then he spotted something in the distance. He tried to get a closer look, but he couldn't tell who it was. He held his gun up, just in case. The figure was moving slow and limping as if they had injured their leg. He put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. Allowing the thing to get closer, then he heard his name. "Konig...Konig...." Was heard, the voice sounded tired and a bit groggy. "Konig..." he heard again. How did the thing know his name?

He still kept his gun up, with his finger on the trigger. But he didn't shoot. He wanted to know who or what was calling his name. The thing got closer, the closer it got, the more he heard his name. "Konig..." he heard, then his eyes widen when the thing got closer. He couldn't believe it. It was you. You look exactly the same, almost the same. Your skin had become a much deadly color, as if the pigment of your skin was going away. Your irises were now much paler, white color and your sclera looked a greyish. Dried up blood was on mouth, or what was left of your mouth. Your jaw was broken and hanging to the side. With some chunks of your flesh torn off. Your clothes was slightly torn and covered in dried blood. Besides, your eyes seemed to be sad. As if you were missing somebody.

Konig was in a bit of shock. One he thought you were dead and two, you were here. But, you weren't a live completely. "Konig..." you said again, in that groggy voice, but it sounded much sadder. As much as risky as it was, Konig dropped his gun and went over towards you. Hugging you around your small body. You stayed still for a moment, but when you recognized who it was, you hugged him right back. "Konig..." you said again, as if that was the only thing that you were able to say at the moment. "I thought I lost you..." he said, while still hugging you. Feeling tears welling up in his eyes. He felt your fragile arms around him, as if you were trying to use all your strength to hug him tightly. "Konig..." you repeated, but you sounded slightly happy in a way, only he could explain.

[eepwtf]

Hi, hope you're well 🙊 I knoww you've been getting lots of reqs for stiles already so I hope its not too annoying if I request this and sorry if it's a but ooc I haven't watched.. (is it teen wolf?) but you mightve influenced me.

anywho, I'm having fun with your bots where user isn't exactly a human. Especially the zombie ones it's very cool! And you know I think an insecure zombie would be so so funny and cute. Like maybe before they were turned they were pretty and popular like generally just the type of person to care about their looks alot and now they feel just absolutely hideous and gross and they're just such a big baby about it, they hide alot, avoid mirrors like the plauge and sometimes they won't even let stiles look at them and maybe one of those times user is just so over the top upset about it like at some point lowkey it's kinda pathetic and sad! and stiles tries his best to help make them feel pretty again like a makeover or whatever, fun stuff like that

hi hi, anon, hope you’re doing well too! i’m so glad i’m making people engrossed with teen wolf, the propaganda is working.

okay, but the image of a self-pitying zombie sulking in a corner because they think their not as perfect as they were when they were alive, is so !! anyway, i live for this insecure zombie content. it’s peak tragic-comedy. i think stiles would be hyping them up, saying stuff like, ‘you’re not gross, you’re gritty!’ it would be funny but also ridiculously endearing because he just wants them to feel like themselves again. i’ll make sure to work on it when im at home, i like this req a lot, mostly bcs zombies are my fav.