#her SECOND girlfriend? killed by zombie apocalypse.

[tobyfoxmademeascaly]

Alisaie would be so good at going on brutal revenge quests but the things that wrong her keep being things like “supernatural forces” and “natural disasters” and “literal gods.” Can some mundane asshole please wrong her so she can go and burn a building down or something? For her enrichment?

[elliesbelle]

nobody compares to you

chapter 6

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: you're in your junior year of college and at a party, you run into the girl who broke your heart: ellie williams. despite the time it took to reset your life, will you risk a broken heart again for her?

content warnings: modern college au, cursing, angst, messy lesbian relationships/situationships, loser!ellie makes an appearance for 0.5 seconds, brief and indirection mention of marijuana, mentions of death, brief mention of reader's genitals (implies that reader has a vagina, but if you headcanon reader as a trans girl w/a penis, just pretend it's a metaphorical vagina, i fully encourage it), sexual speech and content (not fully smut but there are drops of it), depictions of nudity, minors do not interact

word count: 4.6k

chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen

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Abigail Anderson. Pre-med student. Rugby star. A brief hook-up from freshman year. 

And now approaching your frozen figure at a rather fast pace. 

As your shocked face emerges from behind the football you're still holding in your hands, Abby begins to register who it was that she’d almost killed via pigskin. 

“Oh, shit!” She murmurs your name as her jog comes to a stop at your feet. “I’m so sorry, my friend Jordan was being a dick. I meant to catch that.” 

You let out a nervous chuckle as your trembling fingers lift the football up to her. 

“Oh, it’s okay. My life definitely flashed before my eyes, but I’m alright otherwise.” You give her a smile. 

She returns it with a crooked one of her own, her fingers softly brushing against yours as she takes the football from you. 

“Well, you still look alive and pretty,” Abby says, tucking the ball underneath an arm. “And those were some impressive reflexes, I gotta say.” 

“Just practicing in case of a zombie apocalypse.” You joke, cheeks burning ever so slightly at her calling you pretty. “We can’t all be built like Themysciran Amazons the way you are.” 

“Themy-what?” Abby asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and chuckling. 

Your face erupts in flames in embarrassment from your geeky comic book reference. 

“Y-you know,” You stammer. “Like Wonder Woman. She’s from that island where it’s only women and they’re all these gorgeous, buff warriors who’ve renounced men.” 

Abby laugh. 

“Really? Well, thank you. You’re very cute for thinking I’m some hot warrior chick who’ll survive a zombie apocalypse.” 

Before you can respond, she continues. 

“How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you around much.” 

“Hey, I’ve been around.” You lie. You really haven’t been. “Probably haven’t noticed being an aspiring doctor and all.” 

“Still remember that, huh?” She smiles. 

“Of course.” You say, returning her smile. 

Freshman Year, Fall

You met Abby Anderson at the beginning of your freshman year when she was a sophomore. 

Being in a new and independent environment, you did what many single freshmen do upon first arriving: scoured the dating apps. 

Fresh out of a messy high school relationship, you came to college a little raw and emotionally vulnerable. You jumped into a casual relationship with a girl named Adriana within the first month of arriving on campus. After a drunken night of you and your roommate Tara recklessly swiping through your profile on a dating app, you somehow and hesitantly found yourself with a girlfriend after just two dates. 

The best word you would use to describe Adriana was nice. She was a pleasant person: brought you out on cute dates, paid for your food, always held your hand. You spent the two weeks of dating her trying to convince yourself that you were as into her as she was into you. But the further you tried to force attraction for her, the less interested you became. Then she introduced you to her friend, Abby Anderson. 

Abby was the kind of person that closeted gay girls would develop their first gay crush on at their initial glance. She was bold and exuded a sense of confidence & charisma that most 20-somethings haven’t achieved yet. People knew who she was when she walked around campus, whether personally or through reputation. Abby made friends quickly and kept them easily, so it was no shock that you got along very well with her when Adriana first introduced you. 

You pretended at the time not to notice the way Abby looked you up and down when first laying eyes on you. It was a quick glance and she pulled it off well enough that nobody else but you had caught it. You were amused by the way that Abby had held out her hand to you upon meeting. None of Adriana’s other friends had offered a handshake, and you chuckled quietly as you introduced yourself to her. 

Is she for real? A little prim and proper, you’d thought. You’d later find out it was merely her excuse to initiate physical contact. 

You’d originally come over to Adriana’s dorm to meet her friends, but you’d spent most of the time talking with Abby. She was very charming, keeping you engaged in conversation as if she’d known you for months already. She would ask you questions about yourself, seeming to be genuinely interested in your responses. It was effortless to keep up a banter with her, and she had you laughing in a way Adriana hadn’t been able to elicit from you herself. You weren’t fawning over Abby the way newly-discovered gays constantly were, but you were intrigued. By the end of the hang-out, you’d already exchanged numbers and socials. 

When Adriana amicably broke up with you a week later, saying that she felt as if “your heart didn’t seem quite into this” and “she’d like to see you comfortable” and “we honestly seem like we would vibe better as friends” over a phone call, you’d felt a wave of relief followed by a pang of guilt. You could tell that Adriana really didn’t feel any ill will towards you, but it did feel indecent that all you got out of the relationship was a mended heart as a result of the rebound. That, and a very interested Abby Anderson. 

It didn’t take a week since your split from Adriana that Abby was flirtatiously commenting under your Instagram posts or sending you at least ten snaps on Snapchat daily or messaging you borderline thirst traps accompanied by texts that were asking for your “opinion on her gym progress.” It was a mere five days since the break-up that you were dolling yourself up a bit to go hang out with Abby in her dorm room, just the two of you. 

Most of your friends playfully teased you about the position you’d placed yourself in. Hooking up with a recent ex’s friend seemed messy, but they encouraged you to put yourself out there all the same. Never having actually gone all the way with Adriana, they all hyped you up to hook up with Abby. All but one. 

“You’re judging me!” You said, lightly smacking Ellie’s arm. 

She chuckled, rolling her eyes at you. 

“I literally didn’t say anything, dude.” 

“Uh-huh, sure.” You returned her eye roll with your own before jumping off your bed to walk towards your closet. 

“Just sounds like a guilty conscience to me.” She shrugged, leaning back onto your headboard. 

You sighed and said, “Should I feel guilty, though?” 

Ellie shrugged again nonchalantly before saying, “Not gonna tell you how to feel.” 

“I just want to know your opinion!” 

“It’s your love life, dude. It’s up to you, not me.” 

“I know that! But what do you think I should do?” 

“Make your own decisions.” She chuckled once more. 

You groaned, turning away from her to continue rifling through your closet. 

“You’re so fucking useless.” You complained, fingers weaving between hangers as you tried to select an outfit to see Abby later that day. 

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” Ellie replied, resting the palms of her hands on the back of her head as she watched you. 

Despite yourself, you giggled quietly. As you continued to browse through your wardrobe, you felt Ellie’s ocean green eyes trailing your every movement. You kept your back turned to her, hiding the flames tickling your cheeks.  

You hadn’t bothered the rest of your friends about this the way you did Ellie. They’d all given their blessing for you to sleep with Abby, but Ellie? Ellie was persistent in remaining mysteriously neutral. She refused to voice any kind of personal bias. She didn’t seem disinterested, but she also withheld offering up her genuine opinion on your Abby situation. And for some reason, this bothered you. Something about her unhelpfulness compelled you to pester her about it. You knew you didn’t need Ellie’s approval. So why did it feel like you did?  

Ellie watched as you picked out a short dark blue dress, spreading it out on your bed next to her. She listened to you question yourself out loud on whether you should wear fishnet stockings underneath it or just go bare. She felt the way your fingers lingered when brushing softly against hers after she handed you your silver hoop earrings laying next to her on your bedside table. She inhaled your signature lavender scent as you slowly caressed your arms and legs up and down while applying your favourite lotion.

It felt so strange, prettying yourself up for another girl while Ellie sat on your bed and watched. She and you were just friends. You’ve never been anything more than that. Why did it feel strange, then? 

Are we though? Just friends? 

The way you’d stare at the way her big, calloused hands moved when she’d be rolling a joint or etching in her journal. The way she observed the exact manner your lips moved every time you spoke or laughed. The way you always noticed when she’d trace that intricate arm tattoo of hers when she’d get lost in thought. The way she watched exactly how your smile would often meet your soft eyes. 

Is this just friendship?

Ellie observed as you sat at your desk and carefully began applying your makeup, scooting towards the foot of your bed to better marvel at your technique. She’d begun to learn the routine you had by heart, mesmerized by how carefully and naturally your hands moved in a creative dance. She blurted out a compliment about how you were an artist for the way you did your makeup. You attempted to brush it off, but she insisted. You’re the artist here, she’d said. 

After finishing applying a shade of dark red lipstick, you gave yourself one last satisfied look in your mirror. You got up and began to shake your hair out of the bun it was in, walking to the foot of your bed where both your dress and Ellie waited. You looked at your chosen attire for the night and were suddenly hit with a predicament. 

“Umm, Ellie?” 

“What’s up, man?” 

“D-do you think you could help me with something?” 

“Uh… sure?” 

Your fingers fiddled with the bottom of your t-shirt. Your face flushed for what felt like the millionth time today. 

“C-can you help me put my dress on?” 

Ellie looked like someone dumped a bucket of ice-cold water right over her head. 

“What?” 

You scratched the back of your neck, a habit you’d picked up from her. 

“I forgot how t-tight this dress is, and I might fuck up my makeup if I just pull it on myself. Can you help me g-get it on?” 

Ellie’s face remained unreadable as she looked you up and down. 

“Yeah, okay.” She said finally. 

“T-thanks.” You said, nervously biting the inside of your cheek. 

Normal friends do not get nervous when they ask their friends to help them get dressed. 

“Just…just one second.” You said, meekly holding a finger up before turning your back to her. 

As you profusely thanked past you for already putting on your desired underwear for tonight, you carefully peeled off your t-shirt and threw it to the side. Though you had your back to her, you could feel Ellie’s gaze land on the black lace bra you’d decided on earlier. When you shed your pajama shorts, her eyes then drifted onto the matching black lace panties that left very little to the imagination. 

She quickly averted her stare as you turned to face her, not fully meeting each other’s eyes. 

“Do you think you could—?” You gestured to your dress next to her on the bed. 

“Yeah.” She said, picking it up before approaching you. 

You watched her face as she lifted the dress above your head. Her tense fingers gripped the collar tightly as you raised your arms. You felt goosebumps form where her hands inadvertently brushed against your skin, lowering the dress onto your figure. As you fit your head and arms through, she pulled the dress all the way down to your thighs. You tugged your hair out from the collar and let it fall behind you when your eyes met hers. 

“Uhh,” She said awkwardly. “Your lipstick…” 

Your right hand flew up to your mouth. 

“Oh shit, did it smudge—?” 

“Yeah, a little, but it’s okay, I got it.” 

“Wh—“ 

Before you could react any further, Ellie licked her thumb and brought it to the edge of your bottom lip. It was as though your entire body was set on fire the exact second that you felt the wetness from her finger meet the corner of your mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed as she rubbed off the small streaks of smeared lipstick. You could have sworn she could hear how loud your heart was beating in the moment, feel the way it echoed through your entire body. You felt your mouth water as your eyes fell on her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Someone could easily sneak into your room right now and rob you blind, the way you both remained completely encaptured in this moment. 

“There,” Ellie whispered. “Got it.” 

Her thumb slowly drifted from your lip to your cheek, her hand suddenly caressing your face. You were frozen in place, trying not to combust as every cell in your body danced fervently. Her ocean green irises kept darting back and forth between your eyes and your crimson lips. Both your mouths were parted, the unsaid at the tip of both your tongues, waiting for whoever was bravest to let the truth drip out. 

But instead, after what felt like twenty-five years, Ellie let her hand drop from your face back to her side. She swallowed and cleared her throat, breaking eye contact with you to stare at the floor. You blinked and gulped, quickly plummeting back to reality. 

“Th-thanks, El.” 

“No problem, bro.” 

“Bro.” Ugh. Okay, Ellie. 

You were far less clothed a minute ago, and yet somehow you now were feeling much more naked than ever before. 

“I-I think I left the shoes I want across the hall in Sidney’s room. Give me a sec?” 

“Yeah, man. Go ahead.” 

You nodded and retreated quickly out the door. As you shut it behind you, you leaned against it and clutched at your chest with both hands. 

Oh god, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck. What just happened? What the fuck. Fuck. 

Inside your room and unbeknownst to you, Ellie was leaning against her side of the door, quietly cursing to herself. 

“Did I really just fucking do that? What the fuck, oh my fucking god. God damn it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

You blinked. 

“Yes! Sorry, just spaced out for a second.” 

You adjusted yourself under the covers to turn more towards Abby. Your previously glassy eyes met her concerned ones. 

“Was it that bad?” She joked. 

“No, oh my god, Abby,” You giggled, covering your face with your hands. “I think you getting me to cum twice in less than a minute speaks for itself.” 

Abby smirked. 

“Only twice? Wanna add a couple more to that?” She said, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you better. 

“I think my pussy needs a sec before you make her see heaven again.” You replied. 

“Mmm,” was all Abby said in reply, drinking in your naked figure in her bed. 

The rest of the evening seemed surreal. Ellie had watched you finish getting ready, remaining mostly quiet for the rest of the time. She didn’t touch you again, almost as if she was afraid to. She’d walked you partway to Abby’s building before giving the excuse that she had some client she needed to meet. Her signature Converse stormed off without a second glance back at you. As you waved her off, you thought about how she didn’t have anything on her to sell, and you both knew it. 

Throughout the entire night with Abby, though you allowed yourself to unwind and have some fun for once, your thoughts still continued to dance back incessantly to your auburn-haired friend. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Abby asked. 

“Just taking a minute and being impressed by you.” 

Abby laughed. 

“So not that bad, huh?” She joked. “But really. What’s up?” 

You pursed your lips. You liked Abby, but she did not need to know all about this “friendship” of yours with Ellie. 

“Not gonna lie,” You said, quickly coming up with a lie. “I was feeling really guilty before coming here tonight. Just cause Adriana’s your friend and we just broke up.” 

It wasn’t completely far from the truth. You were feeling guilty about seeing Abby after Adriana. But she wasn’t the lesbian who you couldn’t get out of your head all night. 

“Mm, that does make sense.” Abby replied, understanding. “It’s true, though. What I said earlier. Adriana did say it was okay.” 

Sometime after you’d arrived at Abby’s dorm and before you’d both dropped the pretense of you coming over just to “hang out,” Abby disclosed that she’d asked for Adriana’s permission to fool around with you already. You were a bit surprised, but pleasantly so. You did come here tonight with specific intentions, but it did relieve you to know that Adriana meant it when she’d expressed no ill will towards you. And it kindled a warmth in you that Abby’d gone into this prepared and still with the respect of her friend. 

“No, I know,” You said, the crease between your eyebrows crinkling as you thought up a quick lie. “I just… I still like Adriana as a person and I didn’t want my wandering vagina to get in the way of your friendship with her.” 

Abby suddenly guffawed, her laugh so infectious and genuine that it made you giggle in response. 

“D-did you just say ‘wandering vagina,’ oh my g—” She chortled. “Never heard that before.” 

You shrugged, smiling at how easily amused Abby has been turning out to be. 

“You say the strangest shit, you know?” Abby said, still chuckling. 

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” You replied, to which Abby smiled. 

“But really though,” Abby continued. “You don’t have to worry about me and Adriana. We’re still cool; nothing’s changed in our friendship. You both told me you weren’t serious, and she’s also just someone who’s never been possessive or jealous as a person. We’re all adults here, so no need to feel guilty. I promise.” 

“Yeah, that…that does help.” You said, hoping that answer would suffice for Abby. 

Abby seemed like she wanted to press more but decided against it. Instead, she grabbed your hips all of a sudden and lifted you up to place you on top of her, making you straddle her waist. 

“Wh—Abby!” You said, startled. Your arms instinctively flew up to cover your bare breasts, the bed covers no longer shrouding your nakedness. 

Abby chuckled, reaching up to your wrists and pulling them away from your chest. 

“Anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you have such a serious thinking face on?” She said. 

A bashful look crossed your face as you stuttered a quiet “no” in response. 

Abby smirked, dropping your wrists and placing her hands on your waist, tracing up and down your inner thighs with her thumbs. Your breath hitched and you gulped, feeling yourself instinctively grind against her. 

“Well, you are.” She said. “And you’re cute, acting all shy about being naked in front of me like I wasn’t just knuckles deep inside you ten minutes ago.” 

You bit your lip, partly from embarrassment and partly because Abby’s tracing of your thighs turned into squeezing. 

“Y-you w-weren’t… knuckles-deep…” You stammered. 

Abby chuckled, raising an eyebrow. 

“Why the hell are you correcting me on how far inside of you I was anatomically?” She asked, extremely amused. 

“I don’t know!” You said, flustered and rolling your eyes. 

Abby chuckled, wrapping a muscular arm around your waist to keep you steady as she sat up to be at eye-level with you. With her free hand, she firmly gripped your chin between her large fingers and forced your eyes to meet hers. 

“You’re very easy to fluster, you know.” She whispered. 

“I-I—” was all that you could get out before Abby’s lips found yours. The sentence you’d meant to continue instead turned into a quiet shriek of surprise then into a lustful sigh that melted into the kiss. 

Not ten seconds later, Abby pulled away slightly, a cocky look on her face. 

“Any more anatomical complaints, then?” She murmured. 

“Not at all, Dr. Anderson.” You chuckled breathlessly. 

You jolted as Abby laughed again all of a sudden, grabbing both your shoulders for support. 

“Was it… that funny?” You chuckled, a little confused. 

“No, no, I’m sorry,” Abby said. “It’s just that—my dad was Dr. Anderson.” 

“Your dad?” 

“Yeah, he was a doctor.” She explained. “Before he passed, he used to be a surgeon back when my family and I lived in Utah.” 

Shit, her dad. Of course. 

Abby had mentioned her father to you several times already. You didn’t know much about him other than the fact that Abby completely adored the man and that he had died when she was only 16. 

“Right, makes sense.” You said, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

Abby’s father didn’t seem like an off-limits topic with her. In fact, you were in awe of how at peace she was with it. She seemed happy to talk about her dad, somehow able to acknowledge his passing and yet speak of him as if he was always present in a way. She didn’t make it uncomfortable to ask about him, and you often had the impression that she actually preferred it when others didn’t fuss over it. So you made sure not to. 

“So no to calling you Dr. Anderson, then?” You asked. 

“Well, actually,” Abby embraced your waist and pulled you closer to her body. “Kind of studying to be a doctor. Like him.” 

“Wait, really?” You replied, a bit of shock in your voice. “How did I not know that?” 

“Don’t really know, pretty girl,” She replied, smirking. “Got too distracted by my washboard abs to notice?” 

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” You scoffed, smiling and rolling your eyes. 

Abby chuckled before leaning into your neck to leave trails of kisses. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re also very cute when you have a little bit of an attitude?” She asked, lifting her head up slightly in between kisses. 

“Mm, I don’t know,” You sighed, pulling her further into you and trying not to grind too eagerly against her once again. “Maybe once or twice. But why don’t you remind me, Dr. Anderson?” 

You heard Abby suddenly moan in your ear, almost growling, before you were suddenly thrown on your back onto the bed. Any words that meant to roll off your tongue were replaced instead with cries of pleasure as your knees were pried apart with Abby’s strong hands, her mouth finding ways to answer your question without words. 

Present Day 

“So still planning on becoming a surgeon, then?” You ask. 

“Starting med school immediately after I graduate this year.” Abby replies. 

“Wow,” You say, impressed. “That’s really soon. Are you nervous about it?” 

“Hmm, not nervous, exactly,” Abby replies, thinking. “I grew up around doctor shit, so I have a tiny idea of what I’m facing. I’m choosing to stay positive about it all for now.” 

“Commendable,” You smile. “How the hell have you been surviving all your pre-med shit with sports and all?” 

“Hey,” She says, shrugging. “You said it yourself. I’m basically a superhero.” 

You chuckle. You’ve forgotten just how confident Abby is and how attractive it was to see it in action. 

“Right, of course. How could I forget?” 

“You know, maybe if I really was Wonder Woman, I could attend my next class and get a coffee with you right now. If you’re not busy, that is.” 

“That is not how Wonder Woman works, Abby.” You say, giggling. 

“Oh, whatever.” Abby laughs, rolling her eyes. “Forgot just how much of a nerd you were, pretty girl.” 

“Hey—” You start. 

“YO ABS, are you gonna throw that shit back or keep flirting with hot chicks?!” A voice behind Abby calls. 

Abby grunts in annoyance, turning around to face her friend Jordan who was several feet away from where you both were. 

“Stop throwing like a little bitch and we wouldn’t be having this problem, dumbass!” She calls back at him, to which he replies with a playful, “Oh, fuck off!”

You watch as Abby draws back, arms flexing as she throws the football in a quick, perfect spiral towards Jordan. He catches it, but not before it makes a loud thud against his chest. 

“OW, FUCK—" He shouts in pain. 

“Dumbass!” She hollers in response. 

You're both chuckling when she turns back to face you. 

“Need to go?” You ask. 

“Didn’t you hear? I’m busy flirting with hot chicks. Well, just one hot chick.” 

Your purse your lips, sheepish. 

“So,” She said. “Coffee?” 

“Abby, you just said you had a class to get to in a bit. Also,” You gesture to your mostly-empty coffee cup still next to you in the grass. “Beat you to the punch.” 

“Ah, fuck.” 

“Sorry,” You chuckle. “I’ve also got class in,” You checked your phone for the time. “Around five minutes or so.” 

“Wow, you really wanna avoid getting a coffee with me that bad, huh?” 

“Oh, absolutely. I premeditatedly mapped out my entire class schedule this semester just so I didn’t have to hang out with you right at this moment.” You joke. 

“I knew it.” 

You laugh. 

“Can I at least walk you to class, though?” Abby asks. 

“Sure,” You replies. “But what about your class?” 

“Got a bit of time; don’t worry about it.” 

You smile before you gather your things together quickly. You reach for your coffee cup but it disappears suddenly before your hand is even inches from it.  

“Abby!” You exclaim, jumping up onto your feet as you quickly pull your backpack on. 

“What?” She questions, walking backwards while still facing you to throw your coffee cup away in a nearby trash can. 

“I can’t throw away my own trash?” 

“Just being helpful.” She says, shrugging. 

“You can’t be both a superhero and some chivalrous lesbian knight.” 

“I can do whatever I want, pretty girl.” 

You feel your face getting hot once more. 

“So,” She starts. “Which way is your next class?” She begins walking in the wrong direction. 

“About twenty feet east of where you’re heading, silly.” 

“Oh, uhh…” Abby stops in her tracks, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while processing your directions. 

You laugh and roll your eyes, grabbing her arm and leading her towards the building your next class was in. 

“Straley Hall, right in front of you, dummy. Remind me never to travel across the country with you.” You say. 

“What kind of nerd actually says ‘east’ when giving directions!” She complains. 

“That’s a perfectly normal thing to say!” 

“Why are the cutest girls always the weirdest ones?” Abby says, shaking her head. 

You looked away from her, trying to hide your embarrassed smile. 

“How are you supposed to save people’s lives when you don’t even understand simple directions, Dr. Anderson?” 

She smirks at your comment and her lips form to reply with a retort of their own. 

Just a few feet down the brick college road, Ellie stands frozen on the spot. Her hands are balled up in fists and her jaw is clenched. Her ocean green eyes trail after your unknowing figure, fixating on the wide smile on your lips as you let out peals of genuine laughter and your fingers still gently caressing the bicep of golden girl and star athlete, Abigail Anderson.

author's notes:

HAHAHAHA "in case of a zombie apocalypse" get it, cause the game is set in a zomb—yeah y'all get it (sorry not really)

let's all take a brief sexy second together and imagine abby as amazon from themyscira... now let's all let out the collective horny sigh together.

thank you all for being so patient waiting for this one. life has been... yeah (if you've been keeping up with the personal stuff I've said on my blog the last week, that should add more context to what a shit my life has been recently). i've been having to push myself with writing lately cause i feel like i'm getting too into my head about it. but thank y'all so much for being supportive and all, thank you for not giving up on me!

not gonna lie, loves. i may have gotten extremely horny writing certain scenes in this and had to take multiple breaks because my mind was concocting too many distracting scenarios as a result (the ellie scene took me days to get through to write, i'm so dead serious, and the smut-adjacent abby scene almost turned into a full-fledged smut scene cause i'm such a fucking lesbian, oops, i genuinely had to restrain myself so i could write the story the way i actually have it planned out).

abby having no sense of direction at the end of the chapter is just a personal reference to me when i played tlou2 for the first time and when i was playing as abby at the very start when she's mad at owen for getting mel pregnant and trying to go after joel on her own, i got lost for like 10 minutes just going in circles in the fucking woods and snow like a moron. just wanted to be a little bit silly by creating no sense of direction!abby hehe

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[otherworldlylovey-dovey]

elloo. man, i read your Leon Kennedy headcanons and god, my heart!!! 😭😫 did you know that in r2 leon is late to his first day because he was drinking due to his girlfriend breaking up with him the night before? yeah! that crazy girl broke up with the blonde hottie! so, headcanons of a female s/o who is Leon's coworker who tries to comfort him that day about the breakup? it happened a long time ago, he's a dilf now...but i still feel like he needs support 😥😥 thank u

Of course I can, honey.

Headcanons: Consoling Leon Kennedy amidst the chaos of Raccoon City

Because if anyone needs a hug and a cup of tea after a bad day, it’s our beloved Leon S. Kennedy! Here are some headcanons in which the reader, as a coworker and friend, tries to comfort this poor, tired pup… I mean, rookie cop, while they survive the zombie apocalypse of Resident Evil 2.

When s/o meets Leon at the gas station, the first thing she notices is his sad puppy expression. And of course, being a good companion, she throws him a “Rough first day, huh?” He, between nerves and adrenaline, says that, in addition to dealing with zombies, his girlfriend broke up with him just before his transfer to Raccoon City. The reader, trying to cheer him up, says something like:

“Look, Leon, if someone left you just when you were about to become a hero, they don’t know what they’re missing.”

And so, our baby policeman lets out a smile so bright that for a second we forget that we are surrounded by the undead.

As they manage to escape in the patrol car towards the city, Leon tries to joke around in an attempt to stay sane:

“You know, I didn’t think my first day would include… this”

he says while vaguely gesturing towards the horde of zombies and the chaos surrounding them. O/s , with a smile, replies:

“Well, in this city, anyone would be willing to kill themselves for someone like you next to them.”

And so, between jokes, poor Leon begins to relax a little, even if it’s just for a few seconds… until a zombie crashes through the windshield and they both come back to reality.

During a respite in the laboratory, when they are both on the verge of collapse, Leon seems to be processing not only the horror around, but also the last weeks of his life. When talking about how Raccoon City arrived, he ends up releasing a small lament about his recent break and how he thought that at least his new work would help him clear … until, well, all this happened. o/s, trying to keep the mood, he replies:

“Who needs to clear when you have zombies and mutant experiments, huh? Nothing like apocalypse to overcome a break. ”

Leon laughs and thank him for trying to lighten the environment. His expression is now a little less bleak, and it is clear that, with his support, he no longer feels so alone.

When they finally manage to escape on the train, they both feel relieved but exhausted. Leon, with a tired but determined expression, comments the ironic that all this madness will begin with a break and end with, well … hell. O/S, who for this point has earned a phd to encourage Leon, gives him a soft pat on his shoulder and says:

“If this does not make you the most coveted single in the department, nothing will. You are a hero, Leon! ”

He looks at her, smiling tired, and whispers a "thank you" that really says everything. And so, between jokes and hopes of a better future, poor Leon finally feels that everything was worth … or at least, that he will not be alone in what comes.

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Because Leon deserves someone to make him see how incredible he is, even on the worst day of his life (and in a city full of zombies, of course and how he could be the most emotional welcome to his first day I end up in shot cranks) .

I say, just look at it! The young Leon had a baby's face and a good boy, take care of it, Fella! It is a sugar terroncite that is corrupted in the next games

[becasbelt]

either way, we're not alone (I'll find a new place to be from)

Summary: “Wait!” the girl cried, rushing to catch up with Vi. “Where are you going?” “Not here,” Vi replied, not stopping. “Take me with you!” That made Vi stop. She spun around, watching as the girl stumbled to a sudden halt in front of her. “And why the hell would I do that?” Or, Vi is grumpy, Jinx is a gremlin child, and they somehow make it to Vi's ex-girlfriend's house without killing each other during the end of the world.

Words: 7.8k

Rating: T

Notes: Oop, it's another zombie au. Inspired by Zombieland and The Last of Us, sponsored by the found family trope.

“Did you have those tattoos before the apocalypse?”

“Yes.”

“Were you that buff before the apocalypse?”

“Pretty much.”

“Do you always wear that hat?”

Vi tugs her baseball cap lower on her head, shielding her eyes from the sun. “No.”

Jinx doesn’t seem convinced. “I dunno. You always have it on. Do you have a weird bald spot you’re hiding or something?”

Vi flexes her jaw and reminds herself that punting a kid is generally frowned upon, even during the end of the world. “No.”

“Can I wear your hat?”

“No.”

Jinx pouts and crosses her arms over her chest. “Well, I don’t wanna wear it, anyway,” she huffs. “It’s probably disgusting from all your head sweat.”

Five goddamn minutes of peace. That’s all Vi asks for.

Jinx gives her about thirty seconds.

“You’re not very nice, are you?”

Vi rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond. Jinx is quiet for maybe thirty more seconds.

“Your watch is broken.”

Vi clenches her hand into a fist tight enough to make her fingers pop. “How about we stop talking for a bit.”

That buys her about two minutes before Jinx starts all over again.

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[violetstems]

what are your favourite complex characters and why?

OOOO fun question… I don’t know if all of these are viewed as “complex” by the fandom but I view them as such

violet: my second favorite character and my favorite love interest I’m kind of obsessed with her. I think the reason I got so attached to vi is because of how much I see myself in her… she’s just me if I was in a zombie apocalypse basically. she’s flawed but realistic and I am going to defend her forever

kenny: there is so much to say about this guy (both positive and negative) but my opinion of him leans towards positive. it’s so hard to not feel sympathetic for him. I don’t think you can really expect anybody to be mentally stable after losing their wife + son and then their second love. doesn’t mean I defend his actions (especially in episodes four and five of season two… 😭) but he is sooo interesting as a character I’m glad he came back after s1

minerva: would you look at that… my favorite twdg antagonist?? GOD I love minerva she makes me feel SICK. her story is so tragic- given away by someone you thought was your friend (resulting in you being ripped from your friends, little brother, and girlfriend) to forcibly become a soldier to fight for something you never wanted to in the first place is TERRIBLE. and then being forced to k!ll your twin sister on top of it… cannot even imagine. yes her actions are WRONG but you gotta remember she was brainwashed and molded like clay into something she never wanted to be. after all, she never liked killing walkers

basically I like tragic lesbians (and kenny)

[sugolara]

𝙇𝙮𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙨 - 𝘼 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

series m.list

a/n: does not follow the storyline

“Have you heard the story?”

A group of friends enter the abandoned mansion; a pink-haired girl, a blonde boy, a redhead boy, a black-haired boy, and a yellow-haired boy. They jumped over the gated fence with a sign that reads, “No entry”. Of course the friends ignored it and continued to walk across the driveway. 

“About the couple that killed many of their victims in this house?” 

They reach the front of the house, their flashlights shining through the chestnut door that was slightly opened ajar as if daring them to come in. The floorboards of the porch creaked underneath them as they stepped on it. 

“Rumors have it that you can see the owner wandering around for their next victim while his lover’s cries echo through the building seeking for an escape.”

A snort came from the blonde, “Was that supposed to freak us out? You’re shit story teller, Dunceface.” 

“Honestly.” Mina scanned the hallway they entered with her flashlight, “You’re so dramatic.”

“And stupid.” Hanta added and earned a hit to the arm by Eijiro. “He’s just trying to set the mood.”

“But I’m serious!” Denki said as they looked for the living room, “If you look it up, there’s a history about this place and many people claiming for it to be true. Heck, my grandpa was the one who told me about it and he knew the girlfriend of the man who owned this place!” 

“No offense, Denki, but, your grandad is a nutcase.” Mina said. 

“Yeah.” Hanta then added, “Besides, wasn’t he the one who told us about how he spotted a real life zombie?”

Spotting the living room, Eijiro sat and placed his bag down in the center, “And didn’t he also predict about a zombie apocalypse and that we should all be prepared?” 

Katsuki sat down next to him and pulled his bag in front of him, “The whole point is that your family is a bunch of nutcases that need to be locked in the loony bin.”

With the others laughing, Denki just rolled his eyes and sat down, “That’s not true. And this place does have history.”

Sitting in a circle and leaving an open space in the middle, Katsuki pulls out a board from his bag. Eijiro pulls out three candles and a lighter and begins lighting them up and passing it to the others. They place the items in front of them. 

Mina cautiously eyed the board, “How are we so sure that this will work? It feels like a scam.”

“It probably is.” Hanta shrugged, “But this is just for fun. It’s not like we’ll actually contact anything.”

The group just laughs and begins the process. With their fingers on the planchette they begin to ask questions. The darkness that surrounded them and the owl hooting added onto the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Passing by the long hallway that led to stairs, in a room that looked like a library on the second floor sat a girl on the window seat. With heavy eye bags and a face with longing, F/n stared at the owl hooting at her. 

From her room, she could clearly hear the group of friends asking questions and waiting for a response. From the moment she spotted them entering the property, she couldn’t help but feel so sad about their fate. Her heart felt heavy as to what she would be doing next to these innocent people. 

She wondered why people couldn’t listen to the sign that warned intruders to not enter. She wondered if they had already given up on finding her body that rested underneath a dirty pond in the backyard. And she so desperately wondered why after so many years why is she still stuck in this forsaken mansion. 

The owl moved its head and its big eyes stared behind her. The owl flew away as the feeling of his presence was strong. 

Ah, F/n turned around and stared at Izuku with lifeless eyes, her answers to her questions stood behind her as he so affectionately smiled at her. Then when he reached his hand out for her, another weight was added to her shoulders. 

“Nothing is fucking happening.” Katsuki pulled his fingers away and crossed his arm, “38 bucks down the fucking drain.”

Eijiro hummed, “You think we can still get a refund?” 

“Probably not.” Mina then shivered, “And I do not want to go back to the store. Did you see how the old man looked at us? Creepy!” 

Denki also felt a bit upset from the lack of energy. He then glanced at Hanta as he stood up, “Where are you going?”

Hanta began walking to a secure room, “I got to take a leak.”

“Gross.” Mina muttered. The group then begins to pack up and head home for the day. However, they all jumped as a vase was thrown at them and almost hit them. Their hearts leaped from their chest.

“What the hell!?” Katsuki glared at the vase. Mina hugged herself as a way to comfort her while Denki covered his head. 

Eijiro glanced at the direction the vase was thrown and let out a sigh of relief when he realized Hanta had passed through there. He saw what he thought was Hanta standing in the dark, “Real funny, Hanta.”

The group also glanced in that direction. Though, their heart stopped when they realized it wasn’t Hanta standing there as the person's hair seemed to go in different directions rather than being straight down.

Cowering behind Denki, Mina whispered, “Who’s that?”

Denki only shrugged, too scared to say anything. Behind the two, Katsuki whipped his head around when he felt fingers running through his shoulders. No one was there and the group began to feel disturbed. 

It wasn’t until when a knife was thrown straight into Eijiro’s skull that the group screamed and ran off in different directions. The sound of their friend's body falling to the floor made them fear for their lives. 

Coming into view, F/n and Izuku watched as Mina entered a different hallway, Katsuki running towards the main stairs, and Denki running towards the backyard. Izuku glanced at F/n, “You take the girl.”

Doing what she was told, she went after Mina while Izuku went after Denki. 

Mina’s teary eyes made it difficult for her to see. She would gasp and let out a cry when the doors around her would close before she could enter it. She tried turning the doorknob and even slamming against it but it did nothing. She could also hear footsteps behind her as she ran which scared her immensely. 

When she reached the end of the hallway, a door was open and she quickly entered it before closing it behind her. However, when she turned around, she let out a scream when she spotted Hanta’s lifeless body. 

“Why can’t you guys just stay out?” Mina screamed again when she heard a voice next to her. She tried leaving but the door seemed to be jammed, “Please, please open!” 

“It’s sad, really.” F/n let out a sigh and sadly stared at her. 

Mina terrifyingly stared at her as one of her hands seemed to be hiding something, “Please! I don’t want to die! Please!” 

Looking down and knowing how she felt, F/n let her right hand fall  to her side as a knife was placed in it, “I don’t really have a choice.”

Hearing the loud scream coming from downstairs, Izuku smiled at how well his lover was behaving. He knew killing her and making her spend eternity with him was the best choice he could’ve ever made. 

The male watched as Katsuki ran up the stairs but hissed and fell to his knees when a nail impaled his foot. Springing into action, Izuku threw him downstairs and held a knife to his neck, “You people never understand.” 

Then with a quick action, blood sprayed everywhere as Katsuki let out a last breath. Izuku wiped his face and smeared the blood. He then stood up and went after the last one. Looking towards the door that led to the backyard, Izuku disappeared. 

Denki felt relief when he made it to the backyard. All he had to do was jump the fence and escape, but it seemed that the house had a different plan as Denki tripped into a dirt pond. He gasped and sloshed around the water trying to get out. 

He then noticed from the corner of his eyes, a body floating. He let out a blood curdling scream as F/n’s body floated in the water. Before he knew it, his hand was held down underneath the water.

Denki’s head was lifted and let out a gasp before he was submerged back into the water. He tried clawing at Izuku’s hand but to no avail. Izuku grinned when Denki seemed to stop fighting and eventually stayed still. 

He let go after a few minutes passed by. Hearing F/n behind him, Izuku smiled at her with admiration and hearts in his eyes, “I love you.”

Glancing at the owl that came back, F/n wondered if she should update the list, “...I love you too.”

[acoldghostlypresence]

Trying to find an old zombie mobile game I used to play, any help appreciated.

I'm looking for an old idle evolution game from the 2010s I can't remember the name of. I was like 11-13 when I played it so somethings may be false or misremembered. It was also on android if that's relevant.

The premise of the game was that a zombie apocalypse broke out and our protagonist's girlfriend became infected, but seeing as she wasn't hostile to him he decided to look after her rather than put her down. There were two elements to the gameplay, each on a different screen.

The first was the classic clicker gameplay, it was incredibly bare bones with no upgrades available, zombies would spawn on the screen and you'd click on them to kill them and harvest their brain. I remember there only being one sprite for these male zombies and once you'd killed all the ones on the screen you'd have to wait real world time for them to respawn.

The second part was the main meat of the game, looking after your zombie girlfriend in your empty hospital home. Tapping on her would cause her to spout off some dialog in a little speech bubble and raise your affection with her, the higher her affection the more dialogue you'd unlock. But feeding her the brains you got from the other zombies would slowly fill up a meter and this is where it became intresting. Everytime the meter would fill your girlfriend would mutate and evolve gaining a new design and personality. Each evolution had different dialogue and its own affection meter which would come into play to decide which ending you got. I remember this was what made it so intresting to me, the artstyle was creepy cute and though each form generally appealed to the different dere types (there was a tsudere form, a yandere form, a ganki girl ect) they were actually willing to get pretty weird with her character design regardless. I think the boyfriend thought if he evolved his girlfriend enough she might go back to being human but I'm not sure if that was ever directly stated.

At the end of the game she transformed first into a cocoon and then into a larve, in these stages she had little to no dialogue and couldn't speak, the player character is horrified by what he turned her into but decides to stay by her side anyway. Then finally she would evolve back into which ever form you had the most affection with and you'd get a cutscence of your life together with them. I think if you had full affection with all of them your girlfriend would turn back into her normal human self but I might be imaging that.

Notes:

• There was nothing sexual in this game, I don't think you even kissed her which was probably why my ace ass was able to enjoy it so much.

• Some of the dialogue was a little upsetting, with the girlfriend commenting on her frustration with struggling to remember things or how to look after herself, or her talking about her loss of identity with her personality changes.

• There was a sequal to it where the roles were reversed, with a girlfriend looking after their zombie boyfriend. I never finished that one but there was alot more lore to it.

• There was a gallery where you could look at and interact with pervious forms to get any dialogue you missed, but it wouldn't go towards your affection meter.

I've done some doodles of what I remember it looking like, but they're from memory so take it with a grain of salt. I tried not to draw any part of a design I didn't have a clear memory of so as not to muddy the waters so these are all a little unfinished.

[stinkytrashman]

info dump about these two losers under the cut

so these freaks of nature are Zoe and Darcy. Zoe is a microbiologist (more like ex-microbiologist) who was hired by the big cool government thing to come on down to Ontario™ to find a cure for a super bad virus that was going around and killing lots of people. She’s like “👍” because she loves helping people and she gets hired along with this other scientist who’s like “wow you’re so cool let’s kiss” and they kiss and smooch and have a fun time until KABOOM the cure they were making turns out to be a SECOND deadly virus that instead of kills you turns you into a crazy mindless zombie with a weird fungal growth growing out of your body. She’s like WOAH WHAT THE SHITFARTBUTTNUGGET and ends up also getting infected by the zombie virus. She wakes up in her now broken lab all alone and looks outside and goes “woah” because she had been in a coma for 8 years and everything went to shit when the zombies got out. Now she’s like “shit this is crazy. Oh well there’s no cure and hey where did my crazy scientist girlfriend go?” And she’s like “SUPRISE MOTHER FUCKER” because her crazy scientist girlfriend actually SABOTAGED the cure and is using a special frequency to mind control the zombies and zoe is like “shit I gotta skedaddle”

across the country (in Saskatchewan (oh yeah this whole story takes place in Canada 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🍁🍁🍁🇨🇦🍁🇨🇦🍁🇨🇦🍁🇨🇦🍁🇨🇦🇨🇦 btw because I’m Canadian as fuck and have never stepped a foot inside America)) there’s this loner biker girl named Darcy who is camping out in a warehouse for a while. She was away at college when the zombie apocalypse started, away from her whole family because they were in Alberta and she was off doing school or whatever in Quebec and so she wasn’t there to save her fam when they all got brutally MURDERED by zombies they got ATE they got DEVOURED. Anyways so now she’s in Saskatchewan and she’s trying to get to BC because there’s a human settlement there and she wants to go and stay because she’s getting lonely and missing her dead family. So on her way she comes across this abandoned mall and finds Zoe and Darcy’s like “AAAAHH FUCK A ZOMBIE” and Zoe is like “AAAHH FUCK A HUMAN” and they fight a lil and Darcy is like “why are you sentient????” And Zoe is like “idk man why are you attacking me?????”

so some lore there’s 5 “breeds” of zombie because there were multiple strains of the “cure” that they were testing that turned them into zombies. There’s the regular zombies, the hivemind zombies, the flying squirrel zombies, the hyper intelligent zombies (which barely even count as a strain because there are only 4 in the whole world) and the super buff zombies. So they all behave slightly different BUT they all eat flesh, try to spread the virus by biting people (which we later find out in the story it’s not a virus it’s a fungi) and they don’t attack others that smell like zombies. Also when the virus got out it only got out in North America ™ and so Canada, the US and Mexico are all an apocalyptic wasteland but everywhere else in the world is like. Fine. They just closed off their borders and they’re chill

so darcy ends up kidnapping Zoe to take her along on a big ass road trip to BC so she can basically use Zoe as a human shield to deter other zombies. Darcy hates hates HATESSSSSS the guys that made the virus because the zombies killed her entire family and Zoe doesn’t wanna tell her that she helped make it because uh oh she’s slowly falling in love with Darcy oooooooohhhhhhh. And at the same time she is trying to put as much distance as she can between her and Ontario so she can stay tf away from her ex and her crazy mind control powers oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh

[blossominghunnie]

𝐙𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞

Day 2

Pairing: Hamada Asahi x fem!oc

Genre: Horror, zombie apocalypse au, all of us are dead inspired

Summary: One day Haneul was a normal student and the next she was running from zombies with her almost boyfriend, her friends and classmates, trying to survive.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of death, blood, zombies

Notes: Had to include a zombie apocalypse jsjs.

Haneul never imagined her junior year of high school to go like this. She was supposed to keep her good grades, and have a great time with her friends, before applying to her dream school to study medicine.

But life had other plans, she supposed.

Instead, she, Asahi, her friend group and some classmates were running from the eating flesh monsters they’ve been calling zombies.

“Hurry, get in here!” Someone shouted as they opened the door to a classroom on the third floor.

“Come on, come on!”

“AH!” Haneul heard someone scream, she was in the middle of the group so she had to jump a little to see who it was.

Horrified, she turned around and started weeping. She felt a hand intertwining with hers. “Are you okay? What happened?”

She couldn’t speak until almost all were safe and sound on the classroom.

“Hayun was bitten.” She started crying.

“Oh, honey.” He hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

The girl couldn’t believe it, she lost her best friend since she was 3.

“I know it’s tough but you know I’m always here for you.”

“Thank you, Sahi.” She hugged him tightly.

“Anytime, Hannie.”

Days passed and more friends and classmates were transformed to zombies, reducing the once big group to a small group of 7; Haneul, Asahi, Junkyu, Jeongwoo, Yoshi, Jihoon and Jaehyuk.

The moral was too low because of this but if they wanted to keep surviving they needed a new plan.

“I know we are devastated cause of the losses we’ve had but we need to keep moving.” Jihoon spoke looking at his remaining friends.

“Ji is right, we can morn once we are safe.” Jaehyuk backed him up.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” Asahi asked from his place against the wall. Haneul was cuddled up on his right arm, looking dissociated. The past couple of days hadn’t been the best. She was fine one minute and the next she felt like shit.

She was grateful the blonde never left her side.

She had a “complicated” relationship with Asahi. They weren’t a couple but they definitely weren’t friends. They were very touchy with the other, at least in private he was too. In public he limited himself to hand holding and hugging.

He was planning on asking her to be his girlfriend when all hell broke loose. She meant everything to him and wanted to make things official.

He would have to do it once this mess was over.

Anyway, the group agreed to leave the classroom at sunrise, and head straight to the woods where they would look for a shelter for survivors.

Thankfully it was raining by the time they had to go, which meant it would make zombies go numb and it would be easier for them to walk pass them.

They carefully speed walked and killed any creature that tried to attack them.

Asahi had Haneul by the hand and tried his best for her to not see any of her dead friends, she was pretty sensitive so he knew seeing them again and in that state would break her even more.

They successfully made it to the woods without getting hurt.

That was until they reached a street, and walked farther. There, they saw a big amount of zombies.

Freaking out, they hold their weapons tighter and pointed to their heads.

They were struggling but had a good pace so they didn’t come too close to them.

Until Asahi got distracted for a second.

“ASAHI! LOOK OUT.” Haneul shouted, not caring that more zombies could come.

By the time he turned around one bit him on the leg.

“NO!” The girl cried hard and ran to help him. She killed the pest and held the blonde, placing him on the floor.

“You’re gonna be okay, love.” She repeated over and over, it felt as if it was more to comfort herself than for the Japanese.

Meanwhile he just looked at her with glassy eyes. He caressed her cheek softly.

“Thank you for everything, princess. I never got to tell you but I wanted to make you my girl and that I also love you so so much.” A tear fell slowly as he finished what he thought were gonna be his final words.

“I love you so much too, Sahi. And I would have loved to be your girlfriend.” She sobbed and hugged him tightly.

“Han, we have to go. There’s more coming.” Yoshi worriedly said.

“B-but I can’t leave him.”

“We have to, I’m sorry.” He looked at her with a sad expression.

“But it doesn’t look like he’s transforming. He could be a hambie.” She insisted, calling him a term that one of their late friends used to describe a psycho classmate that tried to kill them at the beginning of the crisis.

He sighted. “Okay, but if he turns we’ll need to kill him. Now come on, let’s get out of here.”

She nodded and grabbed the blonde with the help of Jeongwoo. Putting his arms around their shoulders.

They continued their journey until they saw a jail that was being used as a Safe Zone.

The doctors there ran some tests, asked them a few questions and in no time they were on their own tents, located by the quarantine zone.

The pair was laying down on the mattress that was provided to them, cuddling. Haneul had her head on his chest and Asahi had his arm around her waist.

Turns out, he indeed was a hambie. He was perfectly fine, so far.

The blonde asked the girl the long awaited question right after they settled so, they could proudly say they were finally dating.

Them and their friends could feel like everything was okay, at last.

But only time would tell what was going to happen next.

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[eskawrites]

tlou au????? pls tell me more 🥺

listen this is 1000% the show's fault bc i'm unbelievably hyped for it, and also stranger things zombie apocalypse just works, this is not an original thought, but it is an incredibly gay one because....nancy with guns fighting off zombie hoards. need i say more?

the answer is no but i'll say more anyway

Nancy Wheeler hasn't let herself get close to anyone since her best friend Barb turned right in front of her eyes. She hadn't been hiding the bite, but Nancy refused to leave her side even though Barb begged her to go.

She shot her at the very last second, after Barb had grabbed her, nails cutting into her skin, but just before she could dig her teeth into Nancy's shoulder. She hesitated until the last possible moment, and sometimes, she wishes she'd hesitated just a little longer

she and Mike live in a QZ somewhere, Chicago or Indianapolis probably, but one day Mike gets caught somewhere he's not supposed to be, and Nancy gets there in time to save his skin before the military can lock him up or worse. She's about to lecture him into next week and drag him back home when he stops, refusing to leave, telling her, "you don't understand, Nance--you've got to see this."

turns out he and his friends have been harboring a girl who snuck in through the city walls. she's deadly thin, hardly speaks a word of English, and she looks up at Nancy with such a painful mix of fear and hope that Nancy feels herself cave.

"Fine," she says. "We'll take her home. But if anyone sees her--"

(someone sees her)

Cue shenanigans. El turns out to be a surprisingly good fighter, and she saves the kids' skins a couple times, but they eventually have to flee the city because FEDRA's out looking for them at this point

the thing is, there are rumors of a city that's rebuilding--far from FEDRA's influence, away from the cults and rebellions that litter the rest of the country. Jackson is just...a town. Where people can live and protect each other and try to regain some semblance of normalcy, of life, in this awful world. Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas insist on trying to find it. Nancy is sure it's a hoax.

and basically they're lingering outside the city for a few days, avoiding FEDRA troops, Nancy desperately trying to come up with a plan for how she's going to take care of four kids in the infected-ridden countryside, when Steve and Robin come looking for them.

(Steve, who was there the night Barb was infected, but who ran as soon as they realized what happened. He left, and Nancy was alone when she watched Barb turn, when she killed her, and while she doesn't know what she would've done if he'd stayed, she certainly isn't fond of him after that)

(she's not fond of his apparent new girlfriend, either, but the kids seem to like her well enough. And, well, they snuck out of the city to bring them food and supplies because Dustin radioed them. So maybe they're not as bad as Nancy has been thinking)

anyway cue shenanigans part 2. Like ex-military school Max and Robin, and Steve trying to Get the Girl, only for Robin to laugh at him every time Nancy tells him to fuck off, and everyone slowly realizing that whatever weird cult or community El is from was Fucked Up.

eventually they realize they have to do something, and nothing is really tying any of them to the QZ, so they set out to find...somewhere. they meet friendly encampments and cities crawling with hunters in equal measure. they run into infected hordes and military caravans and places that are completely empty except for the bodies littering the ground. there are close calls and peaceful nights and an entire world to explore--and even though it's broken, it's still holding on. there are still some bright spots to cherish. Nancy finds them more and more as she and Robin grow closer

[broodingnightgoddess]

Queer characters in media:

Ellie Williams

Ellie is the deuteragonist of the videogame The Last of Us and one of the two playable characters of The Last of Us Part II. She's lesbian.

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Character info

Name: Ellie Williams

Alias: none

Gender and sexuality: Lesbian woman

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (5/5)

Ellie is a fully developed character, whose sexuality is a core trait in such a way that removing it would harm her character. Ellie is one of the best lesbian characters out there, and she's even a playable character in the franchise, along with being the protagonist of the second game (I'm not comenting on the story)

Her relationships, especially with Riley and Dina, are a part of the overall narrative and her character, having interesting relationships with unfortunate endings.

Brief story (spoilers)

Warning: this ain't brief at all

Ellie was born in the midst of an apocalypse; a zombie plague brought upon by a hyper-mutated version of the real-life mushroom Cordyceps. Living in the Boston Quarantine area, she would face many hardships in her early life.

Here, she met Riley, and both of them fell in love, however, while in an abandoned arcade center, both of them were bitten by the infected, and they would soon lose control to the fungus. They embraced each other and waited to lose their minds. However, Ellie proved to be inmune to the Cordyceps, which made her possibly the last hope of human civilization.

She and the main protagonist Joel would traverse the country in search of the Fireflies, a militia that was looking for a vaccine against the infection. However, in Salt Lake City, Joel learned that Ellie would die as a result of the operation to extract the fungus in her body, and, having grown to care for the girl that he saw as his lost daughter, Joel would kill the Fireflies and the surgeon that was going to perform the surgery, destroying the last hope of humanity as no one else knew how to perform the surgery.

Ellie and Joel, the former being lied to about the events in Salt Lake City, would settle in with a group of survivors in the city of Jackson.

Meanwhile, Abby, the daughter of the dead surgeon, promised to kill Joel and avenge her father. This oath was completed years later, when Abby and other former Fireflies that had joined another militia named the Washington Liberation Front (WLF), would hunt down, torture and kill Joel.

Ellie witnessed this, and along with Dina, her girlfriend at the time, they would travel to Seattle to kill Abby and her friends. The hunt proved unsuccessful, though, and with Dina being pregnant, fruit of a previous relationship, they both returned to Jackson and settled on a nearby farm with the newborn JJ

Unfortunately, Ellie's obsession with killing Abby consumed her, and she traveled to California, her last known location, to finally kill her, leaving Dina heartbroken.

At the end, Ellie let Abby and her companion Lev (a trans boy that will get his own blog) free, and she returned home, but Dina and JJ had already left the farm, now sitting abandoned and empty. Without anywhere else to go, Ellie abandoned the house and parted to an unknown location. As of time of writing, Ellie's fate remains unknown.

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Trivia

Ellie hadn't come out of the closet to Joel, as she didn't know how he would react. However, upon an altercation with a homophobic Jackson resident named Seth, Joel jumped in to beat him, but he was stopped before the situation escalated. Joel would show his support for Ellie and Dina's relationship.

A previous girlfriend of Ellie, named Cat, is mentioned in Part II, although she never appears on screen.

Ellie is an artist, playing music, wiring poetry and drawing. She uses art as an outlet for her emotions, dedicating some to Dina although most of it goes towards processing her grief.

A third game in the series is a possibility, which would finally close the overarching plot, and may feature Ellie sacrificing herself for humankind, as her last chance was stolen from her.

[briamichellewrites]

75

No matter what, Mike would always be Bria’s best friend. Joe knew that. She would always go to him first, out of everyone. He got it because Mike was the kind of guy who knew how to handle almost any situation. During his date with Bria, he learned about her family situation. He hadn’t paid particular attention to her before when she talked about her parents. Now, he was. The guy she thought was her father was her biological grandfather.

She was told he had done horrible things to her. He recorded himself sexually abusing her and he gave her drugs to keep her calm. The abuse was discovered when she became pregnant at sixteen. By that point, she had developed a heroin addiction and had to go into rehab for nine months. She was lucky to be born without drugs in her system.

It was a year ago that she found out her grandfather wasn’t her biological father. Who was it? His name was Curtis Roche and he was a billionaire. He left half his money to her before he died from heart problems. She didn’t even know he existed. What about her mother? She died from a heroin overdose a couple of years after she was born. A homeless man found her body in downtown LA and called the police. She disappeared after surrendering her after birth.

Bria was a heroin addict, even though she never used heroin. Her therapist told her she had second-generation trauma from what her mother went through. Her grandfather was in prison, the last she knew. Was that why she got along well with Chester? Maybe. They both had trauma, so they might have latched onto each other because of that.

Chester was also one of the craziest fucking people she ever met! He laughed. That was very true.

“I told Mike that in the event of a zombie apocalypse, he and I would be going after the zombies with submachine guns and weapons like flamethrowers and fucking grenade launchers. We thought you would be the only person crazy enough to join us.”

“Fuck yeah! I would run over them in a tank!”

Joe is officially joining Chessy and me on our zombie-killing mission. He’s going to be running over zombies in a tank. – Bria

Mike asked Joe about the tank the following day while waiting for the other guys to arrive at the studio. He grinned. How else would he destroy the zombies? Where would he get the tank? He had his ways. That was something he didn’t want to know about. What he was curious about was why he was hanging out with Bria again. She invited him over and he decided to stay for the weekend.

“Joe, congratulations!”

“Thank you. We’re not officially dating yet but…”, he shrugged.

“Still, that’s fucking awesome!”

They did play with the cats. They were very much like human siblings with Slash being the annoying little brother. Mike laughed. Joe had two older sisters, so he knew what it was like to be the little brother. He thought the weekend had gone well. Not once did he think about his video games because he was too busy with Bria and her cats. They were curious about him. When he sat on the floor, they used his lap to hide from each other.

Bria liked picking them up and telling them she loved them. It was adorable. Mike used the weekend to catch up on errands and housework. Misty was afraid of the vacuum, so she climbed up to the couch with her favorite toy. Yes, she was used to it. She just didn’t like the scary sound it made. Mike thought it was funny, though he petted her when it was over.

He also texted back and forth with Brad. Since he was busy, he responded when he had a chance. During one of their dates, Mike opened up to him about being cheated on by an ex-girlfriend. He found out she was cheating when she told him she was pregnant. She was unsure of who the father was at the time. He had to wait nine months before he learned the baby wasn’t his. It took him a long time before he could date anyone again because he had trust issues.

Brad had sympathy and compassion for him. Getting cheated on sucked. Did he still have trust issues? A little, but it was something he was working on. He wanted to go into a relationship thinking that his partner had good intentions without being jaded. Brad thanked him for telling him about his ex-girlfriend. He would be open and transparent with him. Thank you.

“Bria, you made it out of your teens without getting pregnant.”

The band laughed, as she looked like she wanted to strangle Phoenix. Asshole! He side-hugged her and told her he loved her. She loved him too. As a gay man, he would never be sexually interested in her. That meant he could pick on her like she was his little sister. How was her new career as a stay-at-home cat mom? It was fucking awesome!

Even when they woke her up at seven in the morning to be fed. It was like they collectively decided that seven was a great time to meow incessantly until she got up. Good thing they were both adorable kittens, though. Chester told her to wait until she had a newborn baby. They would wake her up in the middle of the night to be fed. She was way too young to have kids. If she did have kids, she wanted to be at least twenty-five or thirty years old.

“If I ever meet your next boyfriend, I’m going to tell him you’re a dick”, she told Phoenix.

He laughed. With the stress of taking care of his mother, it felt good to joke around and laugh. He was going to drive home again on Friday to visit his parents. They wanted him to find a guy to settle down with. He wasn’t interested in dating, especially since he just broke up with Mike. But if he met a guy worth taking a chance on, he wasn’t going to rule him out.

The band was relieved that he and Mike had an amicable breakup. They were mature enough to move past it and work together. They will always be an important part of their lives. After finishing the day, Joe was going home. His video games weren’t going to play themselves. He could almost hear them crying out his name. Joe! Come play us, Joe! He heard Bria mention splurging at Saks Fifth Avenue. Mike wanted to go with, so she invited him to join her.

They could even get dinner together. He was all for that! The band all said goodbye to each other before leaving. Phoenix asked Joe what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Video games. He laughed. Of course! Why didn’t he think of that? Mike was excited about going shopping for new shoes and clothes! He got into the passenger side of Bria’s car and got his phone out.

Haha, Bria will have to tell me about her zombie apocalypse idea when I’m back home. I miss you. I’ll be back soon. – Brad

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

[thebugthatruinsyourpicnic]

Plus, in said ring, takes over those children in a similar manner to the Apotheosis, leaving them as no more than empty shells that now function as a second body to Pokotho

The Lords in Black have henchmen (named Sniggles) that are treated absolutely horribly; in at one case (that we know of, might be more), they do not get to eat if they cry, and aren't allowed to blink or they'll die

Made the one man who lasted the longest during the musical zombie apocalypse (and absolutely HATES musicals) sing and dance while trying to snap out of it (Let It Out) and, after finally gaining control over him, traumatize his not-girlfriend-but-they-absolutely-care-about-each-other by having what is essentially his infected corpse sing and dance around her and trying to get her to join the Hive (before, likely forcefully, infecting her)

A woman got sacrificed to one of these gods by her own father, and to him, that was the greatest accomplishment of her life

NPMD SPOILERS AHEAD!!!:

It's possible to make a deal with the Lords in Black, but you have to give up what you value most. We know one person who can never be remembered: whenever she talks about her past, nobody remembers what she said even if they talked for four hours. When she switches aliases, something she has to do every 15 years, everyone instantly forgets who she was before, even if besides her name, nothing changes.

That being said, there was another instance of a deal made, one to get rid of a ghost killing teenagers left and right, by a teenager.

Problem is, what she values the most, is someone else.

That someone else, in turn, valued her the most, so if the deal was to be made, one of them had to die

The LiB nearly made a teen kill someone if not for Grace Chasity being incredibly clever and finding a loophole, all because they figured it would be entertaining

major bracket round 1 group c

[wandabear]

Hello how are you? I'd like to ask for something like Y/n and Wanda in a zombie apocalypse. I'm not very good at summarizing but I hope you can write, thanks 🤗😊

WHERE ARE YOU NOW? - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - chapter 3

Thank you for giving me this one! It was really cool, some time ago I wrote something about this and it was good to do it again. I hope you like it or enjoy it. 🌻

The noise of the pen hitting that paper again and again, with some anxiety. The woman sighed, thinking how silly this idea was, but she still kept going town after town, city after city searching for her…Even if she wasn’t there. She was never there. ㅤㅤㅤ   

She carried a list of cities that Wanda might have fled to after the 'catastrophe'. Boston Providence New Heaven New York New Jersey Pennsylvania?

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The idea was to leave a letter in each place. One where only she knew where to find, a little code between them in their past. A clue to follow. A little hope.

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Everytime, Wanda and Y/N always used to play a little game where they had to guess where they might be. Only that time… they were separated forever.

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“Are we talking about something apocalyptic like… zombies, alien invasion or a climatic catastrophe?” Y/N asked, curious as she cut up some cheese so they could enjoy while dinner was in the oven.

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“Zombies?” Wanda wrinkled her nose.

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“Okay but… ‘I am Legend’ zombie style or just dumb zombies like ‘The Walking dead’?” She frowned at Wanda, offering some pieces of cheese to her.

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“Well...”  Wanda took a piece of cheese and ate it. Delicious. Those warm moments together, the good times. “The first ones are like mutated, they're really wild… and the second ones are zombies. So I would say more like 'the walking dead'... Slow ones but dangerous.”

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“Okay, okay. That’s good, I have big chances to survive. Zombie outbreak, virus thing. Big deal.” Y/N nodded.

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“You wake up and you’re in this big place, a big city. What’s the first thing you would do? Think about it, your life depends on it.” Wanda asked as she washed some dishes. They used to play that game every time one of them cooked or washed the dishes, it was fun.

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“Maybe try to get away from the city?”  Y/N shrugged, staying a little thoughtful until then looking back at her beloved girlfriend. “But definitely, I would always be with you. I woudn't know what to do without you.”

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Wanda looked at her for a moment, trying not to smile but it was impossible.

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“You’re so whipped, detka.”

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“Oh, shut up!”

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Y/N sighed deeply at that memory and opened her eyes again, coming back to the cold reality, back to life. Picking up the pen again, she began to write on the paper.

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« Wanda... It’s me again. I know, I must look really crazy writing letters to someone who will never read them. Who keeps writing letters in times like this, right? Maybe that’s the answer, you know me, I’ve always been somewhat like a pro for these cheesy dumb stuff. I’m not good at expressing myself, but at loving… well... I try.

A friend told me that maybe the way to find you it's trying something else. Anyway, there are days like today when I can’t stop thinking about you. We recently came to New York. Yelena, Kate, Jules and me.

They help me everyday… to not lose my mind, of course.  You wouldn't recognize me right now. How long have we stopped talking to each other? That day, yes…

I don’t know what to say. Before, I knew what to say to you, I had so many beautiful words to say to you, until you left. You left. But that doesn’t matter now, right? Because I know you were saving yourself. I saw him.  He seemed nice. It seemed like he made you happy.

All these years I have been… I’m no longer the same person I was before.  I've killed people… I needed to survive, I didn't have another option. I’m not the same… but there’s something that would never change and is that I would never stop loving you.

I know we were so damn stupid, enough to let us go.

Please, I just wanna know, are you still alive? Tell me, does it make sense that I’m still looking for you? Should I give up as everyone says? Please, give me a sign. Please, be alive.

Hope to see you again. I love you.

Y/N.»

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For a moment, Y/N wondered if she was doing the right thing, the reflection in the mirror showing that she was a completely different woman. Not only physically, but also inside. Was she right to look for her?

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Y/N sighed once more and then folded that letter slowly and carefully. She got up from her seat and looked in that house for the perfect place to hide it, she ended up doing it behind some nice painting. A beautiful beach and a purple sunset, something that made her smile slightly with melancholy and nostalgia.

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After putting away the letter, Y/N took one of her paint spray cans and began to write on the wall, something that only Wanda could understand and big enough for her to see, pointing to that painting. A date.

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‘JULY 8, 2022’ - Y/N.

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"You're still doing it, huh?"  A voice behind her made Y/N turn around. She could easily recognize Yelena's accent everywhere. The blonde finished adjusting her backpack and a machete on her waist when she approached to see that graffiti. "Do you think they'll ever see it?"

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"I hope so." Y/N looked down at her, leaning down to grab her own. To one side her ax was waiting for her, with which she was in charge of freeing the path of the zombies that got in their way.

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"Is Kate ready?" The taller woman asked her as they left that room, they found refuge in an old bar in Little Italy. Although Y/N had completely refused to visit Manhattan as she felt there would be too much danger, the three of them managed to avoid all the hordes of zombies surrounding that city.

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"She was able to get some arrows from an old gun shop, we make others… with my amazing and  skillful help. You know? I'm good at that." The blonde said with a smug smile. Yelena was finally getting into a good mood after eating something other than beans.

They found some things to eat, some rice and some cans of tuna. Sadly though, no macaroni.

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"I'm ready!" Kate smiled, as always. Sometimes Y/N was surprised by that, Kate always tried to see the positive in all the chaos that surrounded her. So unlike Yelena, who was completely in love with Kate.

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Beside Kate was Jules, who had red eyes for almost an entire week. Her jaw and headaches were getting worse and they couldn't find any drugstore, not even a damn painkiller. What was the point of being a doctor if she couldn't even help her best friend?

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"We’re ready." Jules barely whisper, gently rubbing the side of her face.

ㅤㅤㅤ    The four women left that place carefully and very quietly, somewhat sad to leave such a pleasant place, but it was too exposed. Danger was always around the corner.

They got far enough from the main streets, daylight was not the best idea to travel, but the night used to be quite dangerous in that area.

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"Where are we going now?" Kate asked wincing, trying to block out the sun that was shining directly into her eyes. She put on black glasses that Yelena gave her a few weeks ago. The glasses were her favorite color, purple.

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They just walked stealthily through that uninhabited part of the city. Y/N looked over Yelena's shoulder, who was sniffing around one of the maps they stole from an old newsstand.

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“New Jersey.”  Y/N whispered, Yelena simply nodded knowing that she was the best choice before traveling, start the road to the center of the country, maybe they could find some nice farm... maybe.

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Find a nice and lonely place in the center of the country. Wooded areas, maybe. Where the land was fertile and they could harvest, try to find a quiet life after the tragedy.

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“Y/N... You know that it’s possible that you may not find her… after so much chaos… she may even be a Biter. Why do you keep trying?” Yelena asked, looking at Y/N, knowing that it might hurt but it was the truth. In front of them, Kate and Jules chatted about how wonderful the city was before the 'incident'. New York lights left anyone dazed.

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“Have you stopped looking for Natasha?” Y/N answered in the same way, noticing how the blonde was now facing forward. A quiet Yelena meant a battle won. “You can't fool me, Yelena. 'Cause, just as I leave letters everywhere, I know you don't stop trying again and again on all those radio frequencies and channels. Searching, asking, calling her. Every channel possible.”

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Yelena was quiet, she knew that Y/N was right.

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"There you have, that's the same answer to the question you're asking me now. Now, can we go on?" The brunette swallowed hard, watching as little by little they approached the Hudson River. Some cars were abandoned, completely destroyed or burned. The girls took some time trying to remove as much fuel as possible from one of the cars and some stuff that could be useful.

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"What now?" Kate asked, looking at the river, knowing that nothing good would come of them swimming across the water. They hadn't seen the Biters swim, but there were other kinds of dangers they couldn't expose themselves to.

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“We must cross the river.”  Y/N wrinkled her nose, looking both ways. “We can find a boat, we can walk to the George Washington Bridge or we can go through the tunnels. Lincoln tunnel is the closest I think.”

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“We don't know if there will be a boat nearby.” Yelena shook her head, trying to block the sunlight from hitting her face. She hated the weather lately, the sun was hotter and the night was colder.  “The tunnels will definitely be dark and full of biters… But we don't know if it will be safe to cross the bridge, it's full of abandoned cars… there could be biters there too.

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“Geez.” Jules whispered.

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“I'm not going to lie to you, there probably are biters there. Less than the dark tunnels, we have a better chance of getting out alive if we go across the bridge.” The tallest brunette began to walk, noting that the bridge was about two kilometers away. Y/N turned to see one of her best friends, the one who could save them. “I trust Kate's aim and her bow.  I trust you'll have our backs, but do you think you can do it?”

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The gaze of the three women was fixed on the younger girl, who nodded quickly, although Kate wasn't going to deny that she was feeling quite nervous.

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“Perfect then. Kate will watch our backs from distant threats and we must protect her…” Y/N finally said. The four took their backpacks and walked around that river, praying that no threat would appear to them.

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And yes, although several Biters appeared, none were difficult to kill. From distance, Kate managed to take down some Biters with her arrows while Yelena and Y/N finished off those caught between the cars.

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They walked about seven hours, getting far enough from the city. By going through the bridge, they avoided a huge horde of biters who apparently had taken refuge in the tunnels.

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Seven hours, maybe 22 miles, plus another hour, because one of the roads was destroyed. According to Kate who was reading the map, they arrived at a town called ‘Westview’ in New Jersey. Although it wasn't what Y/N expected, it wasn't too bad to be able to find a small town to spend the night away from the city.

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It was a pretty quiet place, kind of nice. Those where you can hear the birds in the morning and listen to the crickets at night.  Perhaps, if that terrible tragedy had not happened, it wouldn’t been bad to live in such a place. Or at least that's what Y/N thought.

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Wanda would be in love with a place like this…

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Some empty buildings and abandoned houses in the suburbs. What appeared to be a huge building with a huge clock that reminded her of 'Back to the future'. A nice gazebo too.

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Spent about forty minutes looking for a place to rest and make something to eat. They were about to give up when finally, the girls found some luck in their pockets.

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They reached a huge abandoned supermarket, that made them feel a bit excited, but not everything was good news. To their bad luck, they found nothing but leftovers and garbage. The shelves were down and broken, a completely desolate place.

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“This place really sucks!” Yelena yelled really annoyed, throwing an empty box of macaroni and cheese.  Clearly someone took ALL those boxes and that made her so damn furious.

ㅤㅤㅤ     “Don't worry, we'll find others boxes somewhere.” Kate said looking at her from one of the shelves. Feeling really lucky, the archer found some bottles of water and some gunpowder in the hardware store.

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The Russian just kept growling under her breath some words in russian that none of them could understand. Y/N stuffed a few things into her backpack as she watched Jules, who seemed somewhat down. Really down.

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“Are you okay, chicken?” Y/N asked a little worried, noticing how Jules simply nodded slowly with a small friendly smile.

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"Peachy."

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It definitely wasn't and Y/N knew it.

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“I promise we'll find something, really.” She tried, but Jules just shrugged, she completely lost all hope some time ago.

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“If the infection progresses, there will be no going back and you know it. We need painkillers, antibiotics right now…” Jules simply tried to say something, but her voice cracked. “I'm fine for now...”

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"We'll find it and you'll be fine, I'll be able to take it off."

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“What do you want me to say? That I'm fine, but I'm not, I'm just waiting for me to get sepsis and die horribly? Just because of a stupid infection!”

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“Jules…” Y/N whispered and reached out to pat her shoulder when Yelena's voice caught their attention.

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“You have to come to see this, right now.” The blonde said, seemed quite excited and that caught the attention of both women, who looked at each other a bit confused.

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They followed Yelena to one of the rear warehouses, a huge door that had previously seemed to be locked with various objects, was now open showing the amount of boxes they had stored.

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“Kate found it after pushing two of the fallen shelves against the door.” Yelena said with a proud smile, pointing to some boxes of macaroni and cheese, although some seemed to have broken they were in good condition. “I can't believe they left all this behind!”

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“It’s just one box of macaroni…”

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“IT’S NOT JUST MACARONI! IT'S HEAVEN.”

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A huge smile and a hopeful look appeared on the faces of those four women. They were soon taking it upon themselves to collect a few things like they were kids at a candy store, trying to grab as much food as possible - and find medicine for Jules - when Y/N stopped.

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A huge smile and a hopeful look appeared on the faces of those women.

They were soon taking it upon themselves to collect a few things like they were kids at a candy store, trying to grab as much food as possible - and find medicine for Jules - when Y/N stopped.

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She heard a strange sound that came from some hidden doors, covered by boxes in the back of the warehouse. Even some coming from what appeared to be a huge freezer.

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Y/N looked at that door for a moment, somewhat doubtful not knowing if she heard a noise or maybe it had been her mind, playing tricks on her.

She waited a few seconds but heard just hopeful silence. Yes, surely it was her mind.

The brunette smiled and shook her head, she went back to taking some cans of corned beef when she heard some knocks again, this time more insistent and perhaps more terrifying.

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“Girls… Who got in first?” Y/N asked, a little hesitant.

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“Kate.” Said the blonde one, who was busy putting things in her bag. Yelena and Kate approached Y/N, now the three of them seemed a bit hesitant to move forward.

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“Then I want to assume that you know what's behind that door...” the doctor murmured, but again, new knocks were heard again. This time, stronger and even more.

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“I didn't even know there was a door there.” Kate swallowed, a little embarrassed and scared.

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The knocks became stronger, so much so that the door began to shake, ready to break, and the chains that locked it began to give up.

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“We have to go.”

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“But we have stuff...”

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“We must go now!” Y/N yelled taking her backpack and backing away. Her friends did the same and went out the door, as soon as they managed to do so that huge door fell hard, letting through a horde of completely hungry and outraged zombies.

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The girls ran as fast as they could, avoiding some fallen furniture and jumping over it with agility. Y/N managed to grab Jules and get her out of there as fast as she could, saving her life from being eaten by the horde.

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"Wait, I couldn't get medicine!"

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"If you go back YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ANYWAY!" Yelena said seeing how Kate turned to shoot some arrows, making the zombies closer to fall and delay the others.

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"COME OOON! I'M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!" Y/N yelled as they ran through the uninhabited streets of that town, trying to lose the horde of zombies, but it seemed quite difficult. They seemed too hungry. How long have they been trapped? No wonder no one had dared to look for all that food.

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“SORRY, I DIDN'T KNOW!” She heard Kate say, who was shooting her arrows at the fastest biters now.

They managed to kill a bunch of them, but to their bad luck, the noises they made had caught the attention of more biters in that town. The brunette looked for some explosive bottles and threw them at the horde, thanks to Kate's arrows they ended up catching fire but they didn't seem to stop. Yelena managed to spot a large building guarded by huge iron fences that could help.

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"this way!" She exclaimed pointing to that building, the public library. The girls ran over and threw their bags on the other side before climb the fences, which looked pretty sharp but was much better than siding with the zombies.ㅤ    

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Between the three of them they managed to help Jules through it, who seemed quite sore and tired.

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“You okay?” Y/N asked looking at the girl who only nodded slowly, closing her eyes for a few seconds to hide the stabbing pain in her head. “We must hide now, these bars will not help us forever.”

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They approached the huge doors that seemed completely sealed from the inside so it was best to go around the building. The windows were boarded up and covered, there was nothing but an old outside entrance to a basement. The door was locked with a chain and a huge padlock.

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Y/N searched through her stuff until she found her tools to sneak it open, when Yelena just rolled her eyes at her.

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“Step aside.”  The blonde came over and took Y/N's axe, starting to hack the chain until it broke, just like the padlock. The door swung open, letting the women through.

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“I was going to do it quietly and not call another horde of hungry zombies!” Y/N complained, shaking her head and taking her axe from Yelena, ready to attack any threat that came near.

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“Yes, yes. No problem.” Yelena muttered wryly as they entered the huge library. The place was locked from the inside by various pieces of furniture and bookcases, the windows were sealed or at least the first and only room they reached.

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“Not bad, huh.” Kate said with a huge smile. They all nodded somewhat hopefully, happy to find a good place to spend the night when the sound of a gun charging alerted them.

Not just one weapon, but many. Two women were watching them from many meters away, two men from the second floor who were aiming at them too.

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"Did you have to say it, Kate?"

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“You have three seconds to turn around and leave with the horde you all brought from the supermarket!” growled a redhead with a husky voice. She seemed like a badass, because everyone seemed to pay attention to her.  “How stupid you can be to get into…”

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The redhead woman stopped, approaching slowly to see their faces in a better light.

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Yelena Belova couldn't believe it, neither could Y/N. Natasha Romanoff was in front of them, keeping her gun behind her pants. She wasted no more time and jumped on both of them, hugging them so tight to never let them go again. She looked different, well, not as much as they expected. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    

"Sestra?"

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“Yelena?… Y/N?” Natasha lowered her gun and took a few steps towards them, completely surprised and excited to see them again.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ     Yelena stammered a few words and just hugged her sister so tightly, fearing that she would disappear again.

Y/N just smiled as she walked away from that hug, letting both sisters meet again, who kept telling each other how much they had missed each other and shedding some tears of happiness.

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But her heart skipped a beat, a huge leap that she thought her heart would escape from her chest.

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“Y/N?” The brunette heard behind her. That voice, that angelic, soft, lovely voice. That voice that carried a certain shyness, a slight Sokovian accent that made her world shake completely. Her. Was it really her?

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As soon as Y/N turned around, she saw her… finally saw her. She looked so different, so…beautiful. Her red hair was left behind, now had her natural brown hair. Wanda.

But before they could say anything, a loud noise was heard and they all watched as Jules ended up on the ground, blacking out.

  

As you know, Jules is portrayed by the amazing Adelaide Kane. link

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[josette-park]

I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before

Prompt: Post Apocolyptic for Hizzie Fanfiction Week 2022

Pairing: Hizzie

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Just a quick in and out. Simple as could be. They'd done it a thousand times, so Hope wasn't worried.

She should have been. 

"Are we going, or what?" Lizzie asks from beside her.

"Yeah, let's go," Hope says as she grabs her gun and they make their way into the abandoned store. They need ammo and medical supplies. Food wasn't as scarce, after having to learn how to hunt and gather, it came easy. What wasn't easy was fending off the scavengers who never learned how to hunt and would do anything for their next meal.

They make their way into the shop and Lizzie heads towards the back while Hope walks down the aisles. After a few steps, she hears some shuffling from a few feet away and turns the safety off on her gun.

She steps quickly to see a zombie gnawing at a corpse, sucking the arm almost down to the bone. In the beginning, Hope was terrified and disgusted by this, but by now she has become numb.

The zombie turns to look at her but the movements are slow, this zombie is a shadow of itself, close to starvation.

Hope clicks off her gun and goes for the safer route and grabs her axe from where she had it strapped to her back and plants it into the zombie's head. It's a mercy killing, it wasn't human anymore, and it's at peace now. That is what her mom used to tell her. That once a zombie died the human soul could finally rest at peace.

She dislodges the axe from the zombie’s head and surveys their surroundings, wondering if the sound drew any unwanted attention. Hope looks out the window and sees someone run quickly by the window. Her head snaps to the back of the store.

Lizzie.

Hope takes her gun out again and readies it while quickly but quietly making her way towards the back. She quickly turns the corner to the back room, gun drawn, to find two men in the room, and a third at the door.

One is holding a gun to Lizzie's head, who has her arms up as the others take the supplies for themselves.

“We don’t want any trouble,” the one holding the gun says.

“Oh yeah, well the guns must have given me the wrong impression, then,” Hope says the gestures to Lizzie, “Let her go.”

“Of course we will, once we get what we came for,” the other man in the room responds with a slight smile as he takes a hesitant step towards Hope.

Hope points her gun at him and asks, “What did you come for?”

“You,” he responds, “Your father killed my brother, and it’s time he pays for that.”

Her father’s actions have come back to haunt her, again. It was like this long before the apocalypse broke out. He was never a good man, but he was a good father. However, now his actions have come back to put the last person she cares about in danger. She lost her whole family, she can’t lose her girlfriend, too.

“Okay,” Hope says, “You can have me, but just let her go.”

Hope wants to make good on her promise. She’ll do anything to get Lizzie out of here safely, even if they don’t leave together.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, “Why kill you when I can make you feel the pain I’ve felt.”

Hope catches him nod to the man holding Lizzie hostage. Hope doesn’t have time to second guess her actions, so she doesn’t. She shoots the man holding Lizzie point-blank in the face and quickly takes out the other two with her gun as well.

“Well that was violent,” Lizzie says, face covered in blood from the gunshot that killed her captor.

Hope makes her way to Lizzie and brings her in and whispers in her ear, “I couldn’t lose you.”

“Right here,” Lizzie responds. 

After they gather what they came for, they make their way out of the store to head back to base. The second Lizzie opens the door, she screams and topples to the ground. Hope sees a zombie on top of her and shoves the zombie off of Lizzie before grabbing her axe and planting it deep so into the zombie’s head that it hits the pavement below the zombie. 

Hope reaches a hand out to help Lizzie up. When the other girl reaches her hand out, her sleeve slips to reveal a fresh zombie bite, and Hope immediately takes a step back. No. Her reaction was immediate, out of self-preservation. She's seen this before too many times. 

“Oh crap,” Lizzie says, looking at her arm for the first time.

Hope’s heart is pounding so hard in her chest that she can’t think, she can barely breathe. Not Lizzie. Not Lizzie, it can’t be. This can’t keep happening to Hope again. 

Lizzie sighs and says, “We both know what you have to do now.”

Hope takes another step back and shakes her head profusely, “I will not.”

“Hope-” Lizzie starts.

“No!” Hope interjects, “I can’t take this anymore, Lizzie. You are the only thing that keeps me going. You are the only thing that makes living in this hell hole worth it. You are the love of my life, and I can’t do that to you, so don’t ask me to.”

“You can’t take me back to camp,” Lizzie points out, “And I am not becoming one of those things.”

Hope feels the fight leave her, she knows Lizzie is right. After all, wouldn’t she ask the same if their positions were reversed? 

“I’m not ready to lose you,” Hope admits.

“I know,” Lizzie says, “No one is ever ready, but I have faith that we’ll meet again, I just would rather it not be as a zombie trying to kill you.”

Hope lets out a wet laugh through tears and asks, “You really think there’s something after all this?”

“There better be, because this fucking sucks,” Lizzie responds as she begins to tear up, “I hope I’ll get to see my sister and my parents again and that one day in a long while, you’ll join me. I hope there will be peace.”

“Me too,” Hope says. Because it is what they are owed. They deserve happiness, but they aren’t going to get it in this lifetime. Hope grabs her axe from the dead zombie and studies it for a few seconds, before meeting Lizzie’s eyes and making a request, “Close your eyes, I don’t want you to remember me like this.”

Lizzie meets her gaze and says, “I’ll only remember the good times with you, Mikaelson.”

“I love you,” Hope manages to push out through her tears.

“I love you, too,” Lizzie responds as she closes her eyes.

Hope swings her axe and wishes it was her own head instead.

[randominagines]

Request: um do you mind doing a nick smut with this promt stop teasing me or I won't hesitate doing the same to you

Requested by: @purpl3st4rs

Pairing: nick clark x fem!reader

Setting: season 2

Warning: smut, sex language, what if

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gif belongs to the creator

To make amends

Y/n was just mad at her boyfriend. She couldn't find him: the Thomas Abigail Ranch was huge and she was tired of walking around in search of him. -- This is just pointless, maybe he's gone for a walk. -- Alicia said and crossed her arms while looking at y/n sitting next to her on her bed. Whenever she was worried about Nick, she used to go to Alicia to find comfort. -- For a walk? During a zombie apocalypse? -- y/n rhetorically asked while squeezing with Alicia's pillow, her friend sighed. -- You know Nick, he's just like this. Whenever he wants to do something he just does it without even bothering to tell anyone. He will be here soon. -- she tried to comfort y/n an caressed her back. She nodded and stood up while putting the pillow back on Alicia's bed. -- I'll go eat something, I'm nervous and I need a distraction. -- she said while running her hands through her hair. Alicia nodded and gave her a glimpse of a smile. Y/m left the room and walked toward the kitchen, her mind already portraying the worst kind of scenario in which Nick had been murdered or worse, turned into a zombie.

She entered the kitchen and walked toward the fridge trying to make less noise possible, it was very late and everyone was asleep; her stomach was mumbling because she hadn't touched food all day long, she as too nervous to eat. She was about to open the fridge when she felt an arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her. She gasped. -- Babe, it's just me. -- Nick's voice made the knot that was closing her stomach disappear. She immediately turned and hugged him. -- You jerk! Where have you been all day long?! I was crazy worried. -- she scolded her boyfriend trying to keep her voice low while squeezing his shirt. He probably had just finished showering, he had a strong soap scent on his skin and the tip of his hair were still a bit wet. She looked at him and noticed he was wearing a blue shirt with a black jacket, probably new clothes, and his hair were not messy for once. Yes, definitely just got out of the shower. He gently caressed her head. -- Y/n, I was doing something for Celia. I didn't warn you this morning because you were sleeping peacefully for once and I didn't want to wake you up. -- he explained while looking at her, his eyes filled with love. She pushed him back and crossed her arms over her chest. -- So you thought that making me wonder if you were alive or dead all day long was a better idea than waking me up for a second? -- she rhetorically asked while raising an eyebrow, he scratched the back of his head but smiled trying to hug her. She dodged his touch. -- No, Nick Clark, you won't get away with this so easily, this time. -- she said and sat on the kitchen table; she was wearing a denim skirt and it was quite short so she immediately felt the cold wood under her legs and frowned. He walked toward her and out both of his warm hands on her legs; the contrast between Nick's hands and the table made her wince. She looked at him in his eyes. -- Now you're going to tell me what the hell is going on and why you're always doing stuff for Celia. -- she commanded and he sighed, he knew that she was stubborn enough to go on asking that for days. He surrendered. -- Okay, I was searching someone for her. A zombie, actually. -- he said as if it was the most normal thing ever. She widened her eyes but he went on. -- She believes that they are not entirely dead and she keeps them here, at the ranch, maybe hoping that one day we'll have a cure able to take them back to their... well, humanity, I suppose. -- Nick explained while brushing a lock of her y/h/c hair behind her ear, she shook her head but caressed his cheek.-- Nick, I know this is a strange world and we've seen a lot of things, but this really is the most nonsense idea ever. -- she said and scanned him with her eyes, she was not sure Nick agreed with her. He sighed. -- I want to believe that a better way than killing them all is possible. -- he said and she tenderly smiled, her hands cupping his face. -- Oh, baby, your heart is too pure for this world. -- she whispered and kissed him. He immediately caressed her legs and she opened them to let him get closer to her. She caressed the back of his head, the familiar sensation of kissing him making her feel butterflies in her stomach as always. He bit her lower lip. -- Am I forgiven? -- he joked and she rolled her eyes, her arms crossed behind his shoulders. -- Absolutely not, can you imagine how stressed I have been all day long? The tension was killing me! -- she complained and pretended to be tired, he shook his head and laughed, his fingers drawing figures on her legs. He kissed her, more passionately this time. His tongue searched for hers.-- Can I try to make amends? -- he asked on her lips, a smirk appearing on his face, she raised her eyebrows and felt his hands caressing her inner thigh. -- What do you suggest? -- she asked and he smiled, his hands now gently pushing her on the table as to invite her to lay down, she did it and he removed his jacket to put it under her head. She smiled at his thoughtfulness while spreading her legs.

He immediately started to kiss her inner thigh, his lips teasing her with small kisses. She ran her fingers through his hair and softly moaned. He smiled at that sound and bit her there, she rolled her eyes. -- Nick... -- y/n whispered while spreading her legs even more, he smirked and raised his head to look at her. -- Yes, baby? -- his breath on her clit, she sighed in frustration. He moved her slip aside and she expected him to finally give her what she wanted, instead he kept kissing her inner thigh while his hand gently squeezed her legs. She knew he was playing, he loved driving her crazy. She raised her torto to look at him, her eyes stuck into his while her head grabbed his shirt to pull him toward her. Her lips crushed against his, her tongue licking his lower lip and her hands sliding under his shirt to scratch his shoulders. He grinned on her lips when she stopped kissing him, she was breathless. -- Stop teasing me or I won't hesitate doing the same to you. -- she whispered, her lips on his and her eyes challenging him. He chuckled on her lips and grabbed her by her neck, his touch rough but delicate at the same time. -- As you wish, babe. -- he whispered before pushing her down and quickly moving his head toward her legs again. He didn't waste more time: he took off her slip and his tongue was finally on her clit. She let out a moan as soon as she felt her boyfriend sucking it and immediately covered her mouth with her head. He smiled at the thought that they were risking to be caught by the whole ranch but didn't stop licking her. She pulled his hair as to make him notice that she was absolutely loving his touch and he understood that she was craving for more when her nails scratched his shoulder. He fastened the rythm of his tongue while penetrating her with a finger. She widened her eyes trying to avoid moaning but her legs started to shake. He loved giving her pleasure so he raised his eyes to look at her, there was nothing more beautiful to him that seeing y/n like that. He enjoyed the view of his girlfriend feeling so much pleasure and felt his own growing inside of him. His tongue circled her clit and she looked at him, her hands in his hair. -- Oh shit, Nick, do it again. -- she begged while her legs opened wide, he repeated the previous trick with his tongue and made it faster. She felt she was about to come and covered her mouth with a hand, the other one pulling her boyfriend's hair. He started to move his finger faster and sucked her clit, the other hand sliding under her shirt and squeezing her nipple. She arched her back, her orgasm finally exploding inside of her. He smiled feeling the familiar heat of her orgasm on his finger while gradually slowing down. As soon as his tongue stopped, she caressed his shoulders. -- Come here, I want to kiss you. -- she whispered. He obeyed and his lips meet hers, she could taste herself on his tongue. He caressed the bare skin of her legs while biting her lower lip. She caressed his chest and looked at him while standing up from the table. -- My turn -- she said and pushed her hair behind . He grinned and grabbed her neck again, making her moan, and kissed her roughly while she started to unbotton his belt. She licked his lower lip before smiling at him and kneeling down, her hands dropping his trousers and boxer. He threw his head back when she took him in her mouth, the movement being slow as she knew he liked him. He moaned her name when she scratched his chest, her nails leaving slight scrapes there. She took the base with her hand, working her fingers and her tongue simultaneously to pleasure him. She used to find his pleasure even more beautiful that her own; making him happy was the best thing for y/n. He moved her hair from her face to look at her, nothing turned him on as looking at his girlfriend during sex. She raised her eyes to meet his and he felt his orgasm getting too close. He reluctantly stopped her. -- Babe, come here. -- he said while inviting her to stand up.

She knew he didn't want to come so she nodded and stoop up, his hands immediately grabbing her waist to kiss her. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, perceiving his desire pushing against her crotch. He turned and sat her on the table without stopping kissing her. She moaned when he bit her lower lip. He smiled and started to kiss her neck, his hands caressing her legs while she was spreading it. -- Nick, just fuck me. -- she whispered, her face hidden in the crook of his neck. She smiled, his lips still on her neck, and pushed inside of her. She had to summon up all of her good sense not to scream in pleasure. He put his hand on her mouth and started to fuck her, the sound of their bodies crushing against each other was the only one filling the room. She looked at him in his eyes while removing her shirt and exposing her bare breasts to him. He immediately grinned and bit one her nipple while tormenting the other with his fingers. Her hands caressed his shoulders while he fastened the rythm, they were both close. He saw drops of sweat running down her neck, between her breast, and understood that she was about to come. He kissed her passionately while pushing inside of her fasted, his fingers now drawing circles on her clit. She softly moaned on his lips and widened her eyes, pleasure burning in them. He felt his own suddenly growing. -- Nick... -- she whispered out of breath and came, her walls tightening around him and her eyes rolling behind. He smiled, his lips biting her neck and kept pushing untill he felt he was about to come too. He looked at her and she immediately understood: she quickly kneeled down and took him in her mouth again, his orgasm raining on her tongue. He moaned her name while coming.

She waited for him to be done before standing up and looking at him, his fingers caressing her breast. He crushed his lips on hers and kissed her, passionately at first, the adrenaline still burning in him, but the kiss slowly became more intimate, delicate, tender. She caressed the back of his head while smelling the typical scent of sex, made up of body sweat, passion, dirty hands. Nothing about having sex with Nick was unpleasant, she absolutely loved sharing intimacy with him. He was the love of her life, after all. He smiled while taking her shirt and tenderly helping her to wear it again. She also picked up her slip while he pulled up his trousers and took his jaket. She smiled brushing his messy hair and he caressed her cheek. -- I love you, y/n, I didn't mean to scare you today. -- he whispered, his voice sounded sincerely filled with regret. She shook her head and caressed his lips with her thumb. -- It's okay, you're safe, that's all that matters to me. I know I can't stop you from doing what you think it's right, just promise me you'll be careful. I love you, I don't want to lose you. -- she said and he nodded while gently grabbing her by her waist to hug her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and left a small kiss there, she held him tight. -- we should go, before someone comes for a snack and finds us here. -- he said and took her hand. They started walking toward the corridor and she laughed. -- I was here for a snack, actually. -- she confessed while walking close to him, he smiled looking at her. -- Well, we both had our snack. -- he joked and she shook her head chuckling. They entered their shared room. -- So, you're not hungry anymore? -- y/n asked as soon as she locked their door, he raised his eyebrow looking at her and putting his jacket on a chair. She grinned while throwing her slip at him, she hadn't put it on. He caught it and smirked looking at her. -- Someone hasn't had enough. -- he joked walking toward her and grabbing her by her hips. She kissed him while pushing him toward their bed: he sat on it and she immediately sat on him, her hands already umbottoning his shirt. She smiled seeing his bare chest, she hated full clothed sex because she used to find his body absolutely perfect and she loved watching it. He caressed her back while staring at her. -- I love when you take control. -- he whispered and she smiled in surprise: he was mostly a dom so he never admitted anything like that before. She didn't need to hear more: she pushed him down and lowered to him, her lips on his and her hands on his chest. She bit his lower lip before speaking, her voice a whisper. -- Perfect, then just let me fuck you, this time. --