#znation fanfiction

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 20

A/N: Getting close to the end guys! Does anyone have any ideas for another series or blurbs? Open to suggestions.

Chapter 20

10k stayed in and out of consciousness, so much to the point I was starting to worry. Eventually, by luck, we met up with Warren and the others. 

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Warren spoke, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. 

I shook my head, “All good” though I’m not sure it was. 

“How’s your little girl?” She smiled fondly at the memory of her. 

A small smile tugged on my lips, “She’s good, talking, being a menace” which earned a chuckle from Warren. 

“Where is your daughter now?” Hector, who I managed to learn they had beef with for a while but was now on our side. 

I winced, “it’s a long story, but she's with this couple that took us in. Very fortified place”

Hector nodded and mumbled something about that being nice as Doctor Sun Mei glanced back at 10k who slept, she said nothing but looked skeptical. 

“What can you tell us about Murphy town?” Warren asked. 

I shook my head. “Not much, there’s a lot of security, a zombie moat, and these people just listen to him”

“Now that’s odd” Warren grunted, I nodded. 

“That’s all I got before he knocked me out” I stated 

Hector raised an eyebrow “knocked you out?”

I nodded, “yeah, woke up in a psych ward, that’s how I met up with doc and 10k”

“Oh you’re gonna wanna hear this!” Doc piped up and went on to tell the whole story, I snorted, laughing at some of the funny parts. 

“Sounds like you guys have been up to quite a bit” Addy pipes up. I nod. The ride continued swapping stories of zombies, family before, and just what we wish the world was now. 

Warren pulled to a stop at a lookout that gave us a good view of Murphy's little village. If it came to a fight I don't know if I'd be able to go down swinging. I promised I'd make it back to Em. 

I sighed quietly, taking a look at 10k who was still passed out. Good, sleep it off. The more time I have to plan out this conversation the better. 

Warren decided to set up camp here, so we sat around a low-burning fire eating beans Maggie packed for me. I stood taking what was left of my bowl over to the opened trunk of the car where 10k lay. Though instead of asleep, his eyes were open staring at the roof of the car. His head turned my way. Fuck. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked, voice still groggy from sleep, or drugs, or Murphy, hell maybe a combo. 

I took a breath, “been here a while” he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the trunk. 

He looked at the bowl in my hand and then back up to my face. “Come to really put a knife in my chest?” He deadpanned. 

No emotion was shown in his eyes, I glanced over to see if anyone was listening, if they were they were doing a good job hiding it. 

“I came to apologize, and save your ass” I offered up the bowl of beans, he crossed his arms over his chest in rejection so I set it on the edge of the trunk beside him. 

He stayed silent, either not wanting to listen or telling me to continue. Regardless I continued. “I was selfish, I chose Emma over you and the mission and I’m sorry.”

He loosened the tightness of his arms but his face remained stoic so I just went on, “Every waking moment I think about you, about us. fuck you’re in my dreams too. I was stupid and you can hate me all you want, I deserve it.” 

He remained silent, as tears threatened to spill. Heat ran its way up from my cheeks to the tops of my ears. I could tell he was in contemplation, I knew him all too well. “I would’ve gone with you,” he said, firm and truthful. “You could’ve just said something, everything could’ve been okay. All you had to do was just fucking say something!” His fist hit the carpet inside but still made a loud enough noise that made me jump. 

He went on, “The little savior act isn’t going to fix things. I should’ve known you would’ve picked that thing over me. I was happier thinking you were dead” 

I couldn’t stop the tear that fell down my cheek but I wasn’t about to cry in earshot of everyone else. I simply nodded and walked away, noticing we had gathered an audience. 

My feet carried me past the group, ignoring Warren calling out for me. This is exactly how I figured it would go. I should’ve just stayed at the farm. Crawling into one of the tents we set up, I laid on the sleeping bag and sobbed, Not caring about anyone hearing me. 

I sobbed, knowing you fucked up was one guilt but hearing it was a whole other level. I almost hadn’t heard Addy enter the tent. “Y/N, you wanna talk?”

Shaking my head earned a sigh from her, then some rustling and a sudden warmth at my back. I didn’t stray from her touch when she wrapped around me.

Addy rested her nose on the top of my head. A hand in my hair, rubbing in soothing circles. “I don’t think he means what he said,” she said lowly. So they had heard. 

I shook my head but she just shushed me, “Give him time, it’s obvious he’s not in the right mind at the moment”. It didn’t matter to me, somewhere deep in his mind he meant that. She held me, soothing me as I cried. Even as I fell asleep. 

That morning I woke alone, not that it bothered me. I was becoming used to waking up alone. I didn’t want to leave the safety of the tent. Leaving meant facing the group. Facing 10k. I couldn’t do that, though there wasn’t much choice in that matter. I’d have to leave eventually. 

Before I could even think about getting up Warren made her way into the tent, biscuit in hand which she offered out to me. I took it with a small smile. 

“He ran off” was all she said, I knew though. I just nodded and so she continued “We’re gonna fight, it'll be messy. I know you got that little girl to take care of so if you wanted to leave” Did I want to leave? I felt indifferent about fighting.

“If you find yourselves out our way, stop by,” I said, she nodded. I’m sure she knew what my choice was going to be. I told her how to find us, “when 10K gets fixed-“

She smiled, “I’ll send him your way, give that little girl a hug for me” I nodded and smiled, turning on my heel to face the tent. 

I didn’t waste time gathering my stuff. When I was done, I went to say my goodbyes but saw Addie talking to Warren who held a sullen expression on her face. 

Doc grabbed my attention as he said “I hate to see you go again” I turned to look at him. 

“I know, I want to stay and make sure he’s okay but I can’t.” He held his hand up as if he understood, “If I would’ve just stayed-“

“Hey, don’t. None of us could’ve known that Murphy was going to do that.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Murphy set that whole thing up, he knew what he was doing, it wasn’t your fault”

It was like everything clicked together, he truly had planned it all out. Fucker. He deserves everything that’s coming. “You bring him home to me,” I said, pulling Doc into a tight hug.

“We’ll be right behind you kiddo,” he said into my hair, slowly loosening his hold on me. With that, I left. 

Chapter 21

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[smilerjoseph]

By the River

Pairing - 10k (znation) x (dom/top) Male Reader

- smut, fluff, swearing, oral, slight hair pulling nothin crazy, safe word etc

Word count - 2119

Summary - sneaking off with 10k and giving him head yipppppeeee

I don't ever do smut stuff, so keep in mind this is a first

apologies if its a bit ooc, awkward inexperienced 10k flooded my brain

10k hadn’t said much all day—not unusual for him—but the glances had become more frequent. A brush of his shoulder here, an accidental meeting of eyes there. It wasn’t lost on you, anyone could feel the “subtle” tension between you growing stronger over the past few weeks.

Laying against your bag, watching the flickering embers of the campfire, while the others slept. 10k was sitting a little further away, sharpening his knife, his movements smooth and deliberate.

After what felt like an eternity of stolen glances and silent conversations between you two, 10k’s eyes met yours, and this time, they lingered. You didn’t need words to understand what was being said in the quiet.

It was an invitation.

Quietly, careful not to disturb the others, you rose to your feet. 10k followed, just as soundlessly, slipping his knife into its sheath. Both of the men moved through the trees, the forest dense enough to muffle their steps but not so thick that they couldn’t see the stars above.

Neither of them spoke as they made their way toward the river. The moonlight cast a calm silver glow over everything, making the water shimmer softly. The rushing of the river was the only sound between them as they stopped at the edge, the quiet broken only by the sound of soft breathing. 

You crossed your arms as you turned to face 10k. “Ya know, sneaking off like this could get us in trouble,” you teased.

10k smirked, that familiar half-grin that said more than his words ever could. “When do we ever play by the rules?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he stepped closer.

Your heart raced, not from fear or adrenaline, but from the mere proximity of the man who had been on your mind more than you’d like to admit. “Guess you’re right,” you replied, swallowing hard as you watched 10k close the space between you.

For a moment, you both just stood there, the river rushing past in the background, the tension thick enough to cut through. There was a brief hesitation, not wanting to cross a boundary you couldn’t come back from. But then 10k reached out, his fingers brushing your arm, sending a jolt of warmth throughout your body.

It was enough to break whatever unspoken barrier had been between you.

Before you could fully register what was happening, 10k’s lips were on yours, the kiss fierce and desperate, as though both of you had been holding back for far too long. You responded instantly, hands finding their way to 10k’s jacket, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, and everything else faded away—the apocalypse, the danger, the constant fight for survival. In that moment, all that mattered was the way 10k’s lips felt against yours, the way his hands gripped your arms as if he was afraid to let go.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. 10k’s usual cool exterior had melted, his blue eyes dark and intense in the moonlight. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted, voice rougher than usual.

You chuckled, resting your forehead against 10k’s. “Yeah, me too.” He let out a breath, feeling the tension between you two ease, replaced with something warmer, softer. “So… What now?”

Not giving an answer right away, the tension between you hung thick in the air. You could feel 10k’s breath, quick and shallow, brushing against your lips after the kiss. You could see it in 10k's eyes—uncertainty mixed with desire, a combination that made your heart race even faster.

Slowly your hand moved to 10k's chest, fingers splayed across his shirt, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat. Slowly, carefully, you pushed, urging him backward. 10k took a step, his back meeting the rough bark of a nearby tree.

10k’s lips parted, his breath hitching as his eyes flicked to your hand, then back to your face. He didn’t resist—he wouldn’t have, not in this moment—but there was a subtle hesitation in the way his body tensed. It wasn’t fear. No, the look in his eyes told you it was something else. He was out of his element.

You could sense it. Despite the quiet confidence 10k showed in fights, here, under the stars, his inexperience was… obvious. He’d always been the sharpshooter, the guy who constantly put himself in front of danger—but this, this was new territory.

Your touch was gentle as you kept one hand on 10k’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. Thumb stroking the fabric of 10k’s shirt, grounding him, reassuring him.

“You okay?” Your voice was soft, careful, not wanting to push too far too fast.

10k nodded, the slight flush on his cheeks more visible in the pale light. His eyes dropped for a second, then flicked back up. “Yeah,” he muttered, voice quieter than usual. “I just… I don’t really know how to do this.”

You smiled softly, closing the small space between you as your hand slid down to rest on 10k’s hip, keeping the contact slow and reassuring. “You don’t have to know everything,” you whispered, leaning in close enough that your words brushed against 10k’s skin. “We’ll figure it out.”

10k exhaled a shaky breath, his fingers twitching at his sides before he reached out, almost cautiously, and rested his hands on your arms. His touch was tentative, unsure, but you could feel the need behind it—the silent yearning to be close, to connect, even if 10k didn’t fully understand how to navigate these feelings.

Your lips found his again, this time softer, slower, as if to remind 10k that there was no rush. They had time—maybe not much, given the world they lived in—but right now, tonight, they could take as much time as they wanted.

As the kiss deepened, your hand pressed a little more firmly against 10k’s chest, guiding him against the tree, the rough bark at his back a stark contrast to the warmth between them. You could feel the way 10k’s body slowly relaxed into the touch, the way his initial hesitation faded, replaced by a cautious curiosity.

You pulled back just enough to speak, voice low and gentle. “Just follow me, okay?” Your forehead rested against 10k’s, the moment quiet, intimate.

For a split second, 10k hesitated again, his breath coming out in a short, nervous laugh. “Yeah… okay.” His hands tightened slightly on your arms, grounding himself as he leaned into the touch, trusting, for once, in something other than his instincts to survive.

Your eyes flickered down to the ground for a split second, hesitating. “How about this… Pick a random word. Ya know, a, safe word. You say it and we’ll stop right there. Okay?” 10k’s mouth opened slightly, trying to think of something. His eyes darted around, searching for anything in the surrounding environment. His gaze shifted from the trees to the moonlit sky, and then down to the river beside them.

For a second, his brow furrowed in concentration, as if the right words were just out of reach. Then, in a low voice, almost like he was testing it, he said, “Salmon.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Salmon?”

10k’s lips twitched into a half-smile, and he shrugged. “Yeah... I saw one in the river just now.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, looking a little sheepish. “I didn’t really know what else to say.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Salmon it is.” the sound breaking the tension in the air. You smiled, stepping a little closer, the warmth of the moment returning as you looked at 10k, who was now watching the river with an embarrassed smirk. 

Without waiting for him to overthink it, You leaned in, gently pacing your hand on 10ks chin and redirecting his gaze back to you. 10k stared back softly, you placed a soft, long kiss onto the man's lips.

10k responded, his lips moving cautiously at first, but then he leaned into it, letting himself follow your lead. It was tentative, a little clumsy, but there was a sincerity in it that made it perfect.

Taking a small step back, your eyes gazed at the man in front of him, taking him in. “You ready?” Exhaling slowly, 10k simply nodded back, holding onto your clothes as a small self reassurance to cool his nerves.

Your lips curled into a soft smile as you sank to your knees, the roughness of the earth and cool blades of grass pressing against your skin. The dirt beneath shifted slightly under your weight, grounding you in the moment as you slowly settled down.

10k’s eyes widened, clearly going over everything in his head and processing. You placed your hands on the sides of 10k’s thighs, rubbing in a soothing manner. 

Relaxing under your touch, 10k slowly began reaching for his own belt, rough hands gliding against the leather, slowly undoing the buckle. The metal of the buckle hitting against 10k’s legs just as your patience ran thin, reaching over and unbuttoning his jeans, freeing him from his boxers.

10k’s eyes flickered, a mix of uncertainty and lust lurking behind them. His breath caught, barely audible, and you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands hovered at his sides as if unsure whether to reach out or pull away.

You gave a small experimental stroke, earning a surprised moan from the man. And that—- That was enough to fuel you for months. Starting at a slow pace, just watching the man above you shake. The cold breeze and rushing water becoming mere background noise.

Ever so gently guiding 10k’s tip into your mouth, running your tongue over the head gently. 10k’s hand shot up to cover his mouth as grunts spilled out. Taking your time and engulfing the rest of him at an excruciatingly slow pace, 10k’s hand comes down and lands on your head, gently but forcefully tugging as if to beg you to hurry it up.

Your hands are placed firmly on his hips, sucking him until your nose eventually hits his torso, eyes following his happy trail all the way up to his face. Sitting still for a moment, breathing in the mix of apocalyptic musk and river water. The man above you is still shaky, more and more grunts coming out by the second. 

Taking a deep breath, you swallow around him, gaining a reaction out of 10k, tugging your hair more forcefully, a reflex to the new sensation. Gently reaching up and placing a hand on 10ks wrist, he relaxes, loosening his grip on you. 

You take him out of your mouth, replacing it with quick strokes. “Feeling good?” He can’t even muster up a response, his glossy eyes meet yours and all he can do is nod frantically. Head going back, and resting against the tree as he gets closer to his climax. 

A smirk making its way onto your lips, you quicken the pace, hovering your mouth near the head, licking every so often. 

10k lets out strings of curses under his breath, his hand lowering from his mouth to now act as a support against the tree. “Close… F-Fuck so close.”

Basking in all the lovely sounds escaping 10ks mouth, you found yourself lost in the moment, gaze lingering on 10k. The way 10k’s lashes brushed against his cheeks when he blinked, the soft glow of his skin under the moonlight. 

"Fuck… There, please, I'm so— close," he whines, panting when he finally finishes onto your semi-distracted face. 

Taken aback by the warmth on half your face, you close your left eye and let him ride out his climax. 

Once he had caught his breath, 10k glanced down at you. Suddenly, his voice filled with panic as he froze for a split second before springing into action. “S-sorry—”

He fumbled with the small rag he kept in his pocket, his fingers trembling as he pulled it out. Without hesitation, he leaned down, his movements urgent but careful. Gently, he pressed the rag to your cheek, attempting to clean with quick, anxious strokes.

His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and worry. “I didn’t mean to get it on you—” 

Grabbing 10k’s wrist, you chuckle softly. “You’re fine,” grabbing the rag from him to get the rest off, “Relax.”

Taking a deep breath, the man takes the moment to collect himself, pulling his pants back on and haphazardly doing his belt. He looks down at you, then down at your… Issue. Promptly, he clears his throat and meets you down on your knees, now at eye level. 

“U-uhm. I could–” He says, making a quick jerking off motion.

[shibaleeart]

15 out of 23 chapters in and I have only known PAIN

gonna see what traumatized the hoes and report back

[occasionaloneshots]

Master List

These may not be all the fics on my page but they’re the ones I still will write for and am still at least slightly proud of. My requests are always open though, and I write for most of the characters from any topic I wrote about so feel free to ask about them

Key:

Multi part ⭐️

Song Fic 🎵

Head Canons 🖤

Holiday Related 🎁

Drabble ✏️

Requested *

Twilight Saga

Seth Clearwater

Firelight (she/her) The pack forgets that humans react to alcohol differently than they do and Seth’s imprint gets wasted - written in 2018

Leah Clearwater

Sleep (she/her) Leah’s imprint comes to visit her when she can’t sleep - written in 2021

The Way I Loved You (they/them) They got set up on a date with Angela but they’re just not ready to let go of Leah yet - written in 2021 🎵

No Reader Character

Disaster Quartet Seth, Jacob, Bella, and Emmett learn to get along after being around each other for so long - written 2021 🖤

Modern Cullens how life for the Cullen’s would change facing a pandemic - written in 2021 🖤

Santa Mug The Clearwaters spend Christmas with Charlie - written in 2021 ✏️🎁

Gingerbread Jacob and His friends spend Bella’s first Christmas Eve in Forks with her - written in 2021 🎁

Stephen King’s It

Bill Denbrough

Being Married to Bill (no pronouns used but pregnancy reference) - written in 2022 🖤 *

Stan Uris

Projector (she/her) Stan is keeping Richie and their partner awake at night and she calls for a family meeting over it - written in 2021

Just Between Us (she/her) Stan has a secret relationship with Bill’s sister which just ends up hurting her - written 2021 ⭐️ 🎵

Richie Tozier

Projector (she/her) Stan is keeping Richie and their partner awake at night and she calls for a family meeting over it - written in 2021

But I Do (she/her) Richie misses Bill’s sister after her breakup with Stan, and not just because they were close as kids - written in 2022 ⭐️🎵

No Pairings x Readers

Being the Youngest Loser (she/her) joining the losers club while being a year younger - written in 2021 🖤⭐️

Flowers and Birds (she/her) the losers club comforts their youngest member on the anniversary of Pennywise taking her sister - written in 2021 ⭐️

No Reader Character

Soul (Reddie) heavily based off of Dean selling his soul in Supernatural- written in 2021

You Belong With Me (Reddie’s Version) Richie has a girlfriend that Eddie doesn’t like - written in 2021 🎵

Childhood the losers club before they were the losers club - written in 2021 🖤

Z Nation

10k

Ring (she/her) 10k finds his sister again after a long apocalypse and only believes it’s her when he sees her old ring (Georgia St. Claire x Reader Minor plot) - written in 2021

Georgia St. Claire

Ring (she/her) 10k finds his sister again after a long apocalypse and only believes it’s her when he sees her old ring (Georgia St. Claire x Reader Minor plot) - written in 2021

Stranger Things

No Reader Character

Modern Girls how I imagine modern Robin, Nancy, Max, El, Suzie, and Erica - written in 2022🖤

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

Part 5!

(None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren)

(gif not mine)

I watch as Doc and Cassandra begin to shake the trailer, moaning sexually and trying not to laugh. I hold my fist to my mouth and cough out the laughs quietly as I sit on the counter behind the door. Doc looks at me as mouths quietly, " You wanna help?!"

I shake my head and laugh softly.

"You guys are doing great, real convincing."

We all hear music approaching and I signal for them to wrap it up. Doc nods and in a surprised voice, he fakes as they hide behind the frame in front of the bed, "Wait! No! No! Not the knife!"  

I smile and jump off the counter as I hear the door click open. Two men enter the cramped trailer and look ahead of me, puzzled. I grin and roll my eyes, tapping one of them lightly on the shoulder. He turns on instinct and within seconds my fist collides into his nose, the bone shifting to the side. The second man moves his gun to aim, only to have the barrel of it caught in my palm. I yank it roughly away from him and use the but of it to smash into his face. I chuckle slightly as they fall down in pain, the first one still conscious. I grip the riffle like a bat and swing it up, hitting him square in the jaw.

Doc and Cassandra peek over and come out from cover, "Damn girl!" Doc laughs, "You pack a punch!" I shrug and throw the rifle to the ground. Suddenly I am rammed into the wall by a heavy man, "You're not taking my sunshine away again!" he says enraged, choking me. The moment Cassandra throws herself at him is when I realize that it must be Tobias Campbell. Doc and I watch as she stuns him with his own Taser.  Before I can ask if she is alright we hear a commotion coming from outside of the trailer, prompting us to run out the door. We watch as Charlie rams through the gate, stopping as the Zs enter the camp. Quickly, we jump into the truck with the others, speeding away as everyone in Tobias's camp is overrun by the undead.

I glanced around and smile at 10k in the trunk, "It looks like I missed one hell of an entrance."

He grinned and looked at Cassandra, the way he did...

I don't know why my stomach turned.

"Are you alright?" he asks her.

'Yeah I am, thanks for asking.' I answer in my mind.

I shift my sight somewhere else, unsure why I even had that much attitude in my mind or why I even cared if he was worried about me. A bitter whisper hushes me and tells me not to care about her answer. Doc squeezes my arm, "Those muscles of yours are the real heroes." he jokes. I fake a laugh and fold my arms, trying to push back my attitude.

I glance at 10k briefly only to see his eyes on Doc and Cassandra making my heart sink a little.

What the hell?

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The camp we set up next to the side of the road is sketchy, not a working lamppost for miles, the darkness of the forest giving off eerie sounds. Cassandra and I are assigned guard duty, but she is out of it more than usual as the others sleep. I wait a couple of minutes, wondering what I should say, I don't know all the details of what she went through, but enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, after a frog jumped into the road, scaring her out of her skin and turning it into roadkill I knew I had to say something.

Cassandra stares at the frog, the regret of killing it quickly eating her alive- uh probably bad turn of phrase. I sigh, offering a dry chuckle, "It was probably a zombie frog."

She smiles half-heartedly but doesn't say anything.

"I once bit off a guy's lip, I might have eaten a chunk, I can't remember since that fight is a blur. Well, they kind of all are." I start but trail off as I realize she was staring at me. "Not that I know what you went through, sorry, I was just trying to-." I pause, "I haven't exactly mastered the whole comforting thing."

It's silent.

Awkwardly silent.

Painfully silent.

At this point, I don't care if gunshots or a bomb breaks the silence.

"It shows," she whispers with a small smile.

Again with the silence.

"Uh," I sigh and turn to her, "Look I'm not good at talking, but if you ever need someone to listen. I understand what you're going through. Maybe not the whole eating flesh thing, but I know what it is like to run away from something you don't want to be."

I feel her staring at me as I look at my hands. "Did you want to be a boxer?"

I think for a moment after she asks that simple question.

To be honest I was never asked that by someone else. I didn't even know how to answer.

'Why don't you make yourself useful!'

His voice again, gone, but still staining every cell in my body. The feeling of getting beat to the ground by strangers, the smell of dirty blood money, the sound of bottles clanking like the bells before a fight. His large hand on my shoulder, grinning in approval- the only thing I earned from my near-death experiences.

The horrible fact that as early as the age of eleven I hated my father.

Finally, I look at her, "My father wanted me to."

She doesn't answer.

"But you know what?" she looks up again as I speak, "Now, you and I, can be anything we damn well please."

Honestly, I don't know if that helped, but I got a meaningful smile out of her so that was good enough for me. But to be sure I nudge her, "so do you count yourself as a vegetarian or vegan?"

She laughs to herself, trying not to wake the others as she playfully slaps my arm. The sound of her snickering is actually comforting. Although, now I'm the one who is struggling to smile.

God, I'm getting too close.

@anonmously-anonomous

[chaos2go0]

While waiting for word to load my fanfic I'll-

Nevermind it loaded

[dedeinspire]

Bite Mark | Z Nation 10k Fanatic (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/gVKEP2yV93

“This Bite Mark crap is really annoying.”

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In which a girl meets a real sharp shooter and maybe falls in love in the worst time ever. A zombie apocalypse.

Check it out it’d mean a lot

[zombiezballs]

Touch -  10k/Reader

Fetish/Kink: Mutual Masturbation

Triggers: Female anatomy used, bad and short

Request from anon;

I love your writing! Your 10k fics kill me. I need a mutual masturbation 10k fic!!!

Neither one knew how they ended up this way, panting and groaning while their hands worked deftly on themselves. Her leg crossed over one of his, his hand laid against the thigh, gently squeezing it every few minutes. 

Her head fell to the side, hitting his shoulder and staying there while her fingers continued to work herself over, gently rubbing over her oversensitive clit from previous orgasms, sparks still shooting though her body with each swipe and prod at her body.

He sat propped against the bed frame, taking comfort and the warmth from her body, his chest rising in falling faster than normal. His hands rubbing along his shaft to the head where pre-cum had gathered, his thumb swiped over it before sliding back down. He could feel the tightness in his stomach getting stronger while heat flooded though his body.

He could feel each time she got close, she’d push herself against him and her thighs would tremble under his hand. He squeeze harder during those times and revel in the sounds that fall from he lips during that time. Three orgasms in he could tell she was spent her fingers didn’t move with as much determination as they had earlier.

She must have noticed that he was close, his body must have tensed or his breaths got heavier and more uneven, she leaned over pressing sloppy wet kissed against his neck. His body gave in and his cock shot out ropes of warm cum, most of it landing against his lower stomach some of it going higher.

She moved back to his side, her thighs moving together while still shaking, while he used his discarded bandanna and wiped his stomach clean before looking back to her. Taking in her sweat soaked forehead  and her fingers that will still glistening in the light from the window. He broke the silence first, “Theres a well out back, its probably connected to the showers.” It was a simple statement but an obvious offer which she must have picked up on judging back the happy smile that spread across her face.

[doinurmommy]

Dad Jokes update!!!

Im almost done with chapter one's rewrite and boy have I given you guys a bunch of extra scenes that I hope you like. I kept all of the orginal scenes and the dialogue from them only changing it a little and changing the way i wrote their actions. I'll be uploading the rewrite every week after i get the first chapter out. I hope you guys like it. Again send me a message if you want to be tagged in the uploads.

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 19 (10k)

I can’t fucking believe Murphy, well actually I can. He would find the only functioning correctional institute and then drug me and throw me in here in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been here, I should’ve started counting the medicine cups that are filled with fucking peanuts.

You want to know what he told them? I was a grieving widow, that had tried to commit suicide. Nurse Ratched “diagnosed” me with severe depression, and postpartum psychosis because he also told her my child died and I hallucinated a girl named Emma. He really covered his fucking bases. That nurse will never let me leave now. 

I stayed locked in this padded cell day in and day out. Nurse keeping me doped up enough to sleep majority of the day. Keeping track of the days were impossible even if I tried. I think one day I was conscious enough to hear them struggle putting someone in the padded cell next to me but also at the same time I could’ve imagined it.  

The door to my room opened, fucking nurse. “Get up Mrs. Gonzalez you’re moving to gen. pop.” Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention he gave them Angels last name to really twist the knife. How he knew Angels last name was beyond me but regardless he knew it. 

I stood with the nurses help. She walked around me to stop at my back, carefully undoing the straps to the straight jacket that kept me contained. I could break her neck easily, that would be if it weren’t for the sedatives that still lived in my system. 

She led the way down twisting pale walls, to a common room where a mix of nut jobs walked around. She introduced them, all except for the one in the straight jacket. Who in all honesty kinda looked like Doc. Holy shit that was Doc. 

Now play it cool y/n, I sat down in the seat next to him, hearing him groan softly. A couple other patients following suit. We all sat there staring at one another until Doc awoke. Of course she mistook him for an actual doctor though I guess he really is one with his PhD. 

He looked over at me keeping his face stoic. How we seemed to end up together was beyond me but I’ll gladly have the universe on my side. She of course made him diagnose patients to prove his skill was true. 

“Mrs Gonzalez is our second newest patient, dropped off by her poor uncle. I was hesitant to take her in but once he said she had lost both her husband and child and was trying to join them, I knew I had to take her on.” oh spare me the righteousness act. “Would you join me Doctor to look at the newest intake?”

“Uh sure” Doc got up and went with her. I sat there alone counting down the seconds for that familiar face to show back up. Nothing against the other patrons but they weren’t my cup of tea. When Doc came back his face was unreadable. 

He spoke with the nurse, I could hear bits and pieces about the patient needed meds. I stood walking closer to listen in. Doc was needing to run recon into an infested ward to get this poor patient meds. 

Nurse Ratched tried to talk him out of it, saying it was a death march but Doc denied, said he’d be okay. So we all took a field trip to the infested ward that you just had to walk through to get the medications. Doc grabbed a broken IV pole as I said “I’m going with you Doctor” before Nurse Ratched had any time to detest Doc handed me the other half of the IV pole. Nurse Ratched sighed heavily and opened the door.  

Once the doors shut behind us we headed down the hall. “How the hell did you get here” Doc started but stopped before asking anything else as a Z came toward him. He easily piked it. “Murphy” was the only answer he needed before he sighed and said “Damn Murphy, hey kid not to freak you out but we’re getting meds for 10K” 

I paused, every emotion I could think of running through me at once and just landing in the pit of my stomach. “He’s here?” Doc nodded, I pushed the feelings that threatened to spill out of my throat down. “What’s going on?”

Doc sighed entering the pharmacy, “I don’t know, he’s all kinds of fucked up right now” opening the cabinets he began taking bottles of medication and putting them in the pillow case. “He’s mumbling about you and Emma, hell murphy too.” Guilt panged in my chest, this wasn’t going to be easy. Seeing him and explaining everything all the while he’s for a lack of better words dying. 

I stayed silent as we made our way back, Pete the OCD patient letting us back in. Doc made off to the surgery suite they held 10K in. I stood at the door watching as Doc started mixing medications together and making some fucked science concoction. He pulled it up in a syringe as 10k started seizing again. “A little help!” Doc shouted towards me. 

I lept into action pulling him over to the side making sure he wouldn’t choke to death. Doc shoved the needle into his ass and injected him. 10K lolled back and laid there for a moment before julting up. “How you feel?” Doc asked. 

“I don’t know” He said before falling back against the gurney and immediately snoring. I walked out after that, not being able to see him like that and not being able to the thought of him waking up and seeing me. 

I sat in the common room after that, away in a corner with a book even though I’m wasn’t reading it in the slightest, just stared at the pages until they looked like alphabet soup. “Y/n” Doc said my name softly pulling me from my daze. I looked up at him to see Elvis holding onto a conscious 10k. “He’s still really out of it but we gotta get out of here” I couldn’t agree more. 

While they’re doing their recreation time we sneak out the back. “There’s bus over there” Doc says holding up 10ks almost dead weight. I run over and start hot wiring the bus and drive it as close to Doc and 10k as I can. 

Doc gets 10k louded and takes over the driver's seat, I take the seat behind him. 10K slept a couple seats behind us. “I literally have no idea what to say when he wakes up”

Doc sighed “Just tell him the truth, be honest with him. The kid loves you and I’m sure he’d understand” I could only hope he did. Only hope he didn’t resent me for what I did. I also hope that Emma was still doing okay. 

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Part 20

[smilerjoseph]

Chapter 1: The Military Cache (words: 4,823)

10k x Male Reader (mlm)

A group of survivors navigate perilous terrain in search of vital supplies, guided by the wonderful Citizen Z. Amidst the chaos, a romance begins between Y/N and 10K, offering a bit of comfort and strength in the face of danger.

Set pretty early in the show, not really following any specific timeline within the show. Sort of an "off camera" sort of events that can happen along the way.

I did my best to keep 10k in character while also trying to show how trusting and open he is to y/n, I also did add in little bits of non-canon lore to add to the story.

Stuck in the heat, barely managing to scrounge up materials to make a car radio into a two-way communicator, Addison felt the weight of desperation. Every day was a struggle for survival, and today was no different. Sweat dripped from her brows as she worked under the blazing sun, her hands shaking from exhaustion and nerves. The makeshift camp the group had set up offered little comfort, but they couldn't afford to stop.

Finally, the crackling static of the radio gave way to a voice. “Citizen Z, do you read us?” Addy spoke into the makeshift device, waving Mack over from looting another car.

“Reading you loud and clear,” came the reply. Relief washed over the both of them. They quickly detailed their urgent need for supplies, especially ammunition, their unfortunate lifeline in this not-very-forgiving world.

There was a brief intermission, the silence filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the distant moans of the undead. Moments later, Citizen Z's voice crackled back through the speaker. “I've found a military supply cache about three hours west of your location.”

The news was a beacon of hope. They exchanged glances, determination hardening their resolve. This was the break they needed, a chance to restock and possibly turn the tide in their fight for survival. But first, they had to get there.

As the group packed up their few findings, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that this mission would be pivotal. They were all stepping into the unknown, but for the first time in days, they had a glimmer of hope. The journey west would be perilous, but they had no choice. Their lives, as usual, depended on it.

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The sun was slowly starting to set as they hit hour one of the trip, the landscape bathed in a golden hue. The heat had started to diminish, but the tension in the air was palpable. Warren took the wheel, eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. The old, battered vehicle they had managed to get running was their lifeline now, its engine rumbling as it inched them closer to their destination.

The road was littered with remnants of the old world: abandoned cars, broken signs, and the occasional shambling figure of the undead. As they drove, the conversation was small, each member was lost in their thoughts. The sound of the tires on the cracked asphalt and the distant cries of the undead were the only constants.

Y/N and 10K found themselves sitting in the bed of the pickup truck. The wind whipped through their hair, carrying with it the scent of dust and the rotting decay of Z’s. Inside the truck, five of their companions were crammed into the seats, while two others followed closely behind in a smaller, separate vehicle.

Y/N leaned back, glancing at 10K, who was meticulously cleaning his rifle, a routine that seemed to bring him a sense of calm. They had both seen so much and survived so much and in this brief moment of relative peace, the weight of the world felt just a little lighter.

“You ever think about what you'd do if this was all over?” Y/N asked, breaking the silence.

10K looked up, his intense blue eyes meeting his. He gave a small, almost unnoticeable smile. “Maybe find a quiet place. Somewhere with trees and a stream. What about you?”

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I think I'd want to do something simple. Like…open a little bakery or something. Can you imagine that? Fresh bread, pastries…it sounds almost impossible now. God… Maybe even some Jam?”

10K's smile widened slightly, a rare sight. “Yeah, that sounds nice. You could make those…what are they called? Croissants?”

Y/N laughed, a genuine sound that felt foreign in the harsh world they lived in. “Exactly. You'd be a regular customer, right?”

“Of course,” 10K replied, a touch of warmth in his voice. “Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the truck's movements moving them slightly. Y/N glanced at 10K, appreciating the way he seemed so focused yet relaxed at the same time. Something was reassuring about his presence, something steady, comforting. The journey was far from over, but for a moment, he allowed himself to dream of a future that was just a little brighter.

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As the sky darkened, and they approached their destination, the tension in the air grew. The group had been driving for hours, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the military cache Citizen Z had mentioned. When they finally spotted the building in the distance, hope surged through them—until they saw the unmistakable silhouettes of zombies milling around the entrance.

Y/N and 10K exchanged glances, their earlier conversation now a distant memory. The rest of the group climbed out of the vehicles, gathering around to assess the situation.

“Looks like it's been overrun,” Y/N muttered, peering through binoculars at the shambling figures.

Garnett, the group’s de facto leader, nodded grimly. “We can't risk going in there right now. It's getting dark, we'll have a hard time seeing them coming.”

“Maybe we should wait until morning,” Doc suggested, his voice tinged with weariness. “We could find a safe spot to camp and go in at first light when we can see what we're dealing with.”

Murphy snorted. “And give those rotters a chance to scatter? They could wander off, but they could also just as easily wander in.”

The debate was interrupted by the sound of distant voices and the flash of a flashlight beam near the cache. Y/N squinted into the gloom, his heart sinking. “There's another group,” he whispered urgently. “They're already looting.”

The realization hit everyone at once. If they waited, there might be nothing left by morning. Garnett turned to the group, his expression resolute. “We don't have a choice. We go in now, or we risk losing everything.”

10K checked his rifle, his face set with determination. “I'm ready.”

The rest of the group quickly armed themselves, their earlier exhaustion replaced by a renewed sense of urgency. They moved with practiced efficiency, understanding the stakes. Every second counted.

As he approached the cache, Y/N felt a rush of adrenaline. The familiar sounds of the undead, the distant shouts of the looters, and the thudding of his heartbeat filled his ears. They were stepping into the unknown, but they had each other—and that made all the difference.

With weapons drawn and eyes sharp, the group advanced towards the cache, ready to face whatever possibly awaited them inside.

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With the silhouette of the building looming ominously against the darkening sky, its windows shattered, and doors hanging off their hinges. The moans of the undead grew louder with each step, mingling with the distant shouts of the rival group.

A silent nod from Garnett and the group fanned out, approaching the cache from different angles. Y/N and 10K stuck close together, their weapons at the ready. The sense of urgency was off the charts now, a tangible force driving them forward.

As they reached the entrance, chaos erupted. Zombies poured out from the building, their decaying bodies lurching towards the intruders with relentless determination. The rival group, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, scrambled for cover, their shouts mixing with the sounds of gunfire.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N and 10K found themselves separated from the rest of the group. The darkness swallowed them whole, the only light coming from the flashes of gunfire and the occasional burst of flame.

“Stay close,” Y/n shouted over the din, his voice barely audible above the cacophony of noise.

10k nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. A bit more focused on the number going up as he shot down Z’s, trying to help the group from afar.

Slowly making their way to the roof, they fought their way through the horde, their bodies moving as one, their weapons flashing in the darkness. Each step brought them closer to the cache, closer to the hope of finding the supplies they so desperately needed.

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Slowly, Y/N and 10K entered the building and approached the looming hallways. Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridors. The sounds of the undead grew louder with each step, heightening the tension in the air.

Suddenly, a pair of zombies lunged at them from the shadows as they stepped through a doorway. Y/N and 10K reacted swiftly, dispatching the undead with well-aimed shots and swift strikes.

Amidst the chaos of the ongoing battle, a brief lull in the action allowed for a moment of intimacy between Y/N and 10K. Their eyes met amidst the flickering light, and in that shared glance, a silent understanding passed between them.

However, their moment of staring was short-lived as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the corridor. A horde of zombies, drawn by the commotion, surged towards them with relentless determination. With a silent agreement, Y/N and 10K broke apart, their focus shifting back to the imminent threat.

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As Y/N and 10K faced the advancing horde inside the building, the rest of the group battled tirelessly outside, desperately trying to make their way towards the cache. Warren, leading the charge, wielded her weapon with practiced precision, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

With each step closer to the cache, the tension in the air grew thicker, mirroring the intensity of the conflict within. The distant sounds of gunfire and the occasional roar of the undead served as a grim reminder of the dangers that awaited them.

As they neared the entrance, the group's progress slowed, the sheer number of zombies blocking their path proving to be a difficult obstacle. Garnett, ever the pragmatic leader, assessed the situation with a furrowed brow. “We're outnumbered,” he said grimly, his voice barely audible above the chaos. “We need to retreat.”

Murphy's eyes widened in disbelief. “But what about Y/N and 10K? We can't just leave them behind!”

Doc nodded in agreement. “He's right. We can't abandon them.”

Warren exchanged a glance with Garnett, her expression troubled. “We have to consider the safety of the group. If we go in now, we risk losing more than just Y/N and 10K.”

The group fell into a tense silence as they weighed their options, the distant sounds of fighting serving as a grim backdrop to their deliberations. Despite their reservations, they ultimately reached a consensus—waiting until morning was the safest course of action, even if it meant leaving their comrades behind for the time being.

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As the group outside the cache struggled with their decision to wait until morning, Y/N and 10K found themselves cornered inside the building, the horde of zombies closing in around them. With nowhere left to run, panic threatened to overwhelm them.

“Dead end!” Y/N shouted, his voice strained with urgency, as they reached the end of the hallway. Without hesitation, he grabbed 10K's arm and pulled him towards a nearby door, their hearts pounding in their chests.

With the zombies hot on their heels, they slammed the door shut behind them and quickly barricaded it with whatever makeshift barriers they could find. The room offered only a temporary safe haven, and they knew they had to find another way out before it was too late.

Frantically scanning the room for any possible escape route, Y/N's eyes landed on a small hole in the wall. Without a second thought, he motioned for 10K to follow him as they squeezed through the opening, emerging into another room on the other side.

Taking a moment to catch their breath, they assessed their surroundings, their hearts still racing from the close call. As they searched the room, their eyes fell upon a small stash of supplies tucked away in the corner—a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

Eager to replenish their dwindling resources, Y/N reached for the supplies, his hand brushing against something sharp hidden beneath them. With lightning-fast reflexes, he pulled back just in time, narrowly avoiding a deadly trap.

The sight of blood trickling down Y/N's arm sent a pang of worry through 10K, his concern evident in his eyes. But there was no time to dwell on injuries, not when their lives were still in danger.

Together, they worked to disable the trap, their movements quick and efficient as they gathered what supplies they could carry. Y/n eager to leave, but 10k grabbed his arm and forced him to take a seat without a word. Quickly, he retrieved a first aid kit from their supplies.

With tender care, 10K began to clean and bandage Y/N's wound, his touch gentle yet steady. In the dim light of the room, their eyes met, the intensity of the moment sparking an unspoken connection between them.

As 10K focused on patching up Y/N's wound, their proximity brought them closer than ever before. Time seemed to stand still as they shared this intimate moment amidst the chaos surrounding them, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their breaths.

With the wound properly dressed, 10K's gaze softened as he met Y/N's eyes, a silent reassurance passing between them. In that intimate moment, a sense of trust blossomed between them, encouraging them to share more than just their present struggles.

As they sat together in the dimly lit room, the sounds of the undead still echoing outside, 10K found himself opening up in a way he rarely did. “My father,” he began, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, “He taught me everything I know about survival.”

Y/N listened intently, his own past weighing heavily on his mind. “I never really had a stable home life,” he admitted, his tone somber. “Always moving around, distant family after my parents passed. It's been a struggle, trying to make it on my own in this world.”

Their words hung in the air, each revelation drawing them closer together. Despite the hardships they had faced, they found comfort in the shared understanding of their pasts.

“Sounds like my dad would've liked you,” 10K said quietly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips before swiftly standing up.

Y/N's lips curved into a small smile as he watched 10K leave the room. With a determined stride, Y/N sped up to catch up with him, their unspoken connection guiding them as they navigated through the dark corridors of the cache.

The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit kitchen, its counters cluttered with pots and pans. As they cautiously stepped inside, the distant moans of zombies seemed to grow louder, echoing through the room.

“Let's find somewhere to barricade ourselves,” Y/N whispered, his voice barely audible above the noise.

Nodding in agreement, 10K scanned the room, his eyes landing on a door at the far end. “Over there,” he said, gesturing towards it.

They hurried towards the door, their footsteps echoing in the silence. But as they reached it, a sudden crash behind them made them whirl around, weapons raised.

A lone zombie lurched towards them, its decomposing limbs flailing wildly. With a swift motion, 10K kills it with a well-aimed shot to the head, the sound of the gunshot reverberating through the room.

Breathing heavily, they exchanged a tense glance before turning back to the door. With a joint effort, they pushed it open, revealing a small storage room lined with shelves stocked with supplies.

“We can hold up in here for the night,” Y/N said, his voice tinged with relief.

As they barricaded themselves inside, the adrenaline of the encounter slowly began to fade, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion. But despite the dangers that lurked outside, they found some comfort in each other's presence, knowing that together, they could weather whatever challenges the night brought.

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As the night wore on, the darkness outside slowly gave way to the soft glow of dawn, casting a faint light through the cracks in the boarded-up windows of the storage room where Y/N and 10K had taken refuge. 

As morning broke, 10K stirred from his slumber, only to find Y/N leaning against his shoulder, fast asleep. Flustered yet oddly comfortable in the warmth of their closeness, he shifted slightly, hoping not to disturb Y/N's peaceful rest.

But his movements were enough to rouse Y/N from sleep, and as their eyes met, a fleeting moment of intimacy passed between them. With a sheepish smile, 10K cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.

“Morning,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N returned the smile, stretching his arms as he rose to his feet. “Morning,” he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Together, they set about their morning routine—10K searching for an exit while Y/N gathered supplies from the storage room. As they worked, the quiet of the morning gave way to the distant sounds of shuffling footsteps outside, a reminder of the dangers that still lurked beyond the safety of their makeshift barricade.

After what seemed like hours of searching, (15 minutes) 10K finally stumbled upon the group of looters inside the building. They lay scattered across the ground, their lifeless bodies being feasted upon by the very zombies they had sought to escape. With a heavy heart, 10K turned away, his mind focused on finding an exit.

After thorough exploration, he discovered an exit in another area of the building—a narrow alleyway that offered a path to freedom.

Returning to Y/N, he explained what he had seen, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. But despite the challenges that lay ahead, they knew they had to press on.

They quickly gathered their supplies and made their way towards the exit, their steps quickening as they drew closer to the promise of escape.

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Emerging from the building with their hands full of supplies, Y/N and 10K made their way back to the group, their hearts lighter with the promise of their success. As they approached, Addy and Mack rushed forward, enveloping Y/N in tight hugs, their relief evident.

“Thank goodness you're okay,” Addy exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion.

“Yeah, we were starting to worry,” Mack added, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Murphy, ever the joker, couldn't resist chiming in. “Looks like you two managed to scavenge up more than just supplies,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Cassandra shot him a pointed look. “Shut up, Murphy,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Despite the playful banter, there was a sense of joy and relief among the group as they reunited. Everyone was overjoyed to see Y/N and 10K return safely, their success a welcome beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak world.

Sharing a small smile, Y/N and 10K exchanged a silent understanding—a testament to the bond that had formed between them amidst the chaos and uncertainty. Together, they had faced the challenges of the apocalypse head-on, and together, they would continue to navigate the treacherous road ahead.

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After the heartfelt reunion, Garnett stepped forward, his expression serious. “We should leave before those looters make their way out,” he suggested, his voice tinged with urgency.

Before anyone could respond, 10K spoke up, his tone grave. “Too late for that. Found them already, eaten away by zombies.”

Murphy couldn't resist making another wisecrack. “Well, I'm glad it wasn't me,” he joked, earning him a sharp jab in the arm from Cassandra and a yelp of pain in response.

Warren, always the voice of reason, intervened. “Enough, Murphy,” she said sternly, her gaze piercing. “We need to focus on getting out of here.”

With a nod of agreement, Warren turned to the group. “Let's get back on the road,” she declared, her voice firm. “Everyone, help load the supplies into the cars. We need to be on our way.”

With a sense of purpose, the group sprang into action, working together to load the supplies into the vehicles. 

“Find any meds in there?” Doc questioned, y/n smirked and threw the first aid kit that included a couple bottles of meds they’d come across at him. “Hell yeah.”

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As the truck rumbled down the road, Y/N and 10K found themselves once again in the bed of the pickup truck, the breeze playing gently against their skin, creating a sense of peace and tranquility. Y/N glanced over at 10K, as if he had a question on his mind, but hesitated, deciding against it.

“What's on your mind?” 10K's voice broke the comfortable silence, his eyes curious as he looked at Y/N.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, dancing around the question before finally asking, “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

A small smile tugged at 10K's lips as he shook his head. “Not really. Grew up off the grid with my father, so dating wasn't really a thing for me.”

Nodding in understanding, Y/N pressed on, curiosity getting the better of him. “If you were to date someone, what would your ideal type be?”

10K paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “Someone… who's easy to talk to, understands me. Someone who's independent, strong-minded.” He trailed off, his gaze distant, as if lost in thought. “Pretty?”

Y/N nodded, taking in his answer before 10k turns the question back to himself. “And what about you? What's your ideal type?”

An anxious glint danced in Y/N's eyes as he replied, “Well, I once dated a guy who was a bit controlling. So, I'd say someone who makes me feel free, happy, and comfortable.”

“A guy?” 10K's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, a guy.”

There was a moment of silence as 10K processed Y/N's revelation before speaking again. “That sounds really nice,” he murmured, his voice soft.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still as they stared at each other, a silent understanding passing between them.

Y/N chuckled softly, breaking the spell as he turned his gaze to the sky. “I'm really comfortable with you, 10K. Super comfortable.” His words hung in the air, a silent declaration of trust and affection.

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As they reached a desolate town, the group decided to hunker down near an empty supermarket, taking stock of their supplies and considering their options for making contact with Citizen Z again. Under the guise of searching for supplies, 10K and Y/N wandered off, eventually finding themselves in a dusty old bar down the road.

As they explored the dimly lit interior, Y/N couldn't help but ask, “Do you ever drink?”

A faint smile tugged at 10K's lips as he confessed, “Stole some from my dad a few times. Got in quite a bit of trouble for it.”

Y/N laughed and began rummaging behind the bar, soon discovering a half-empty bottle of whiskey. “Looks like we hit the jackpot,” he exclaimed, offering the bottle to 10K.

They drank a little, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through their bodies as they continued to explore the abandoned bar. Y/N stumbled upon a dusty old record player and couldn't resist putting on a record. With a mischievous grin, he pulled 10K onto the makeshift dance floor, their movements slow and tentative.

“Are you a good slow dancer?” Y/N asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Anxiety flickered across 10K's face as he shook his head. “Not really,” he admitted, unsure.

Y/N smiled reassuringly. “Just follow my lead,” he encouraged, guiding 10K through the steps as they swayed to the music. They stumbled a few times before finding their footing, their movements becoming more confident with each step.

As they danced, Y/N opened up about his past, recounting a bittersweet memory of his prom night. “My father grounded me to prevent me from dancing with a man,” he confessed quietly. “But I snuck out anyway and had the time of my life.”

Concern clouded 10K's expression as he asked, “Did you get into trouble?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, quite a bit,” he admitted softly.

10K sympathetically mentioned he never got to attend a prom, reminding Y/N of his upbringing off the grid with his father. Y/N flashed him a warm smile and suggested that this could be their own little prom, if he'd like.

Their eyes met, and 10K struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze repeatedly flickering down to Y/N's lips. Their slow dancing came to a halt as they inched closer, only for a loud bang from the back room of the bar to shatter the moment.

Immediately, they sprang apart, grabbing their weapons and rushing to investigate. They found a lone zombie feasting on a possum, and Y/N swiftly dispatched it with a blow to the head.

With a sigh, Y/N turned to 10K and joked, “Looks like we'll have to make up for that kiss later.”

They shared a knowing look before Y/N turned and began to leave the bar, with 10K following closely behind, still flustered from the interrupted moment.

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As Addy and Mack struggled to make contact with Citizen Z on a fast-food speaker with a satellite, they finally managed to get through. 

“Hello? Citizen Z, do you copy?” Addy's voice crackled through the speaker.

A moment of static, then a familiar voice responded, “Loud and clear. What's the situation?”

Addy waved Murphy over. “He's right here, all good.”

“Good to see you're in one piece, Murphy,” Citizen Z said with relief evident in his voice.

“Thanks for your tip about the cache,” Addy replied gratefully.

Garnett joined the conversation, asking, “Any word on our next move?”

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While Garnett was discussing logistics with Citizen Z, Y/N and 10K returned to the group. Y/N seeming perfectly normal, but 10K appeared a tad tipsy.

Cassandra caught a whiff of whiskey on their breath and raised an eyebrow. “Getting into the spirits, are we?”

Y/N chuckled. “Just a little celebratory drink.”

“Save some for the rest of us next time,” she teased.

Y/N apologized for their impromptu excursion, and then gently guided 10K back to the truck. They climbed into the bed, the breeze providing a welcome relief from the stifling heat.

“Damn, it's gotten hot,” Y/N muttered, fanning himself with his hand.

10K nodded absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on Y/N. “Yeah, it has.”

Y/N reached for a water bottle offered by Doc, taking a long drink before passing it to 10K. “Maybe you need to sober up a bit.”

10K scoffed and reached for his cigarettes, but Y/N sneakily grabbed them from his hand and took one for himself, pocketing the box.

“Hey!” 10K protested, but Y/N just flashed him a mischievous grin before lighting the cigarette.

After taking a puff, Y/N passed the cigarette to 10K. “You know, they say sharing is caring.”

10K raised an eyebrow, taking a drag. “Is that so?”

Y/N grinned. “Yep. And the next kiss won't be so indirect.”

Choking on his inhale, 10K coughed violently, earning a chuckle from Y/N. “Smooth, huh?”

10K managed a weak smile, still recovering from his coughing fit, whispered a small “Real smooth.”

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Soon, they all regroup at the truck, discussing plans to continue west. Warren and Garnett had a brief conversation about the route, deciding on rest stops and other logistics.

Warren knocked on the side of the truck. “Alright, folks, time to hit the road.”

Everyone piled into their respective seats within the two vehicles, packed with supplies. As they started driving off, Y/N sneakily placed his hand on top of 10K's, the warmth of their touch sending a comforting shiver down 10K's spine. He couldn't help but stare lovingly at Y/N, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, 10K relaxed into the moment. Y/N broke the silence with some small talk.

“What's your favorite color, 10K?” Y/N's voice broke through the quiet hum of the engine.

10K glanced over at Y/N, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Blue. Yours?”

Y/N grinned. “F/C. What about your favorite season?”

“Fall,” 10K replied without hesitation. “You?”

“F/S,” Y/N answered, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Do you have a name? Besides 10k, I mean.”

10k hesitated for a moment, locking eyes with y/n. He could feel the lightheartedness of the question, he didn’t have to answer it.

“Tommy.”

As they continued their exchange, the miles passed by, and the warmth of their connection only grew stronger.

[bettythedwarfqueen]

z nation

YES!!! I’m actually marathoning it right now, I’m on the ‘no mercy’ movie I think. Been busy with the fam business so I haven’t finished it quite yet. (I was actually thinking of writing some fanfiction for it since I’m so out of practice but idk)

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

Part 4 is now up, its a little short but I enjoyed the little part with 10k

(None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren)

(gif not mine)

"Worse than Zs, huh?" I ask sarcastically as I poke at the cut on my head. 10k glances at me and grabs my wrist loosely. Cassandra begins to panic with tears in her eyes, "I'm being serious! They are worse than anything." 10k whispers to me as he places my hand down, "Stop touching it." I'm touched by his concern, but somehow my expression translates into an eye roll. "Where are they?" Mack asks bringing me back to the situation. "No, no I'm not going back." Cassandra backs away only to be stopped by Warren. "It's your fault Addy's gone, I don't care what you're so afraid of, you are going to show us where they are." Mack's voice is stern and hostile, I don't blame him to lose the person you love? I couldn't imagine. Really I couldn't. "They eat human flesh!" Cassandra yells. "How is that possible the infection is poisonous," Charlie states out. Cassandra stops and looks down, her tears hitting the pavement. In the tiniest whisper, she chokes out, "not if you eat it while it's alive." On instinct, all of our faces cringe and we let out a disgusted noise. I smirk, "I thought I was brutal." *********************** I stay down besides 10k as we watch Charlie negotiate with Addy's captor. We see her being pulled out and yelling for Charlie, behind me I hear Warren trying to keep Mack from bolting for her. We wait. I look over to 10k, his hands caressing the rifle, eye glued to the scope. I can't help but look at every feature. The way he looks when he lines up a shot shows more emotion than he regularly has. I chuckle to myself when I see his mouth open, his tongue lightly pressing on the back of his front tooth. Complete and total concentration is plastered on his whole persona. Even I feel a little weak around him. Suddenly the best sniper becomes the biggest dork-- 10k fires a shot without warning and the ringing in my ear is brought back, stinging even more. I shut my eyes tight, applying pressure to my right ear, groaning in pain. A muffled voice peels through the buzzing. The words are said again followed by a hand on my lower back, "Are you alright, Maren?" I turn to see 10k, slightly surprised at the worried look on his face. I nod quickly so that he can aim again, in case Charlie needed him to fire a shot, but he kept his hand on me. We keep our eyes on each other and I fake a grin, "Yeah, probably not smart to be next to you right now." He frowns, taken back a little, "right." He says softly, taking his hand away from me. I get up and move next to mack and Warren, it isn't until I kneel down do I realize what I had said. "I meant because your gun and shooting and it's loud so-" I stop awkwardly as he and the others turn to me. "Uh. Yeah." I mutter, shutting up. What the hell was that? Why did he look so-- A rumbling snaps our heads toward Charlie. Shimmers of bullets send us to duck into the ditches of dirt. "Great. They have a minigun." I say sarcastically. The gun stops shooting and we pull ourselves to peek over the dirt ditch. "Cassandra!" I hear Warren yell followed by Cassandra's huffing as she runs to the gate. None of us go after her as she reaches Charlie. I can feel the oxygen around me get thinner as we all hold our breaths and watch the three of our friends in the hands of cannibals. The moment we see Addy in Charlie's arms we dash to the truck and Doc reverses towards them. Addy gets in and immediately falls into Mack's arms crying hysterically.  I watch from the back window of the truck as he holds her in the trunk's metal bed. "Where is Cassandra?" Doc asks as Charlie climbs into the passenger seat. A look is exchanged by the both of them and Doc shifts gears, swerving onto the road. ****************** "Stop! Stop the car!" Addy yells, jumping out of the trunk before we completely stop. We all exit and listen to Addy as she panics. "We aren't just gonna leave her there, are we?!" She screams. "Yes." Mack, Murphy, Doc, and Charlie say as Warren, 10k and I oppose them with, "No." The group, including me, picks an answer dividing us into saviors and abandoners. "We are not leaving her." Warren states. "She lied to us," Mack says softly trying to calm Addy. She just moves away disgusted by his answer. "Pretty boy is right. Not like she is a saint." Murphy adds to the argument. "She did what she had to in order to survive!" Addy cries. "Well if I were in her shoes I think a bullet to the brain would be more practical than eating HUMAN FLESH." His sarcastic comment automatically sent my hands around his collar. "Dammit, one of these days I' ma pop you right in the mouth!" I yell, "From the moment shit hit the fan you've had someone protecting you, giving their lives for you. You have no idea what you would or have to do to survive!-" "And you do?" He questions sternly. My heart stops, aching as I loosen my grip on his shirt. Every memory. Everything I did. All of it; every sickening detail all came back at once. Without hesitation, I throw Murphy to the ground, with little effort. "Stop it both of you," Warren demands, stepping between us. I don't take my eyes off of Murphy, if I had my hands on him I would kill him. "We need a plan." Charlie sighs, "If we are going to get her out of there we need to get passed that minigun and that gate." Charlie thinks for a moment then looks at me, "How many guys can you take down?" "May I remind you that they have Ak47s?" I answer laughing dryly. "What if you had the jump on 'em." I shrug, "Maybe two or three based on their size. But again, I would prefer not to get shot." He smiles and points at an RV sitting on the side of the road, "You won't have to."

[zombies-and-trolls]

I’m opening requests for fanfiction from these sources:

Trollhunters and all related media (I may need to see the new show and rewatch wizards, but the main one I’m solid on)

Znation (Again, may need to rewatch the ending because a LOT of stuff happens and I have a small brain)

iZombie (I am literally so solid on this, bring it on)

Santa Clarita Diet (Need to rewatch the ending)

Anything completely fictional related to zombies, any ideas you have, or characters, etcetera. 

I will do most ships you send for a lot of these, even if they aren’t cannon

[bakugous-forehead]

Shooting Range ~ 10K/Reader

You grinned as 10K hit his mark every time. You noted the way he relaxed his shoulders slightly after every shot, the way he shifted slightly and the cute squint he made when he was aiming. It made you want to reach out and-

Another gunshot fired through the air, his rival Brittney hitting her mark perfectly. You scoffed internally as you watched her turn back towards 10K and smile triumphantly. You were irritated by her presence.

Why did she have to be pretty and good at shooting. You could barely hit a immobile zombie from a few feet away, much preferring manual weapons like knives or swords. The sooner you guys were out of this place, the better.

"We need to get out of here," Doc whispered in your ear from behind you, your eyes still focused on 10K's.

"We can't, not yet." You nodded your head towards 10K.

"He's still in it? That's our boy." Doc grinned and you blushed slightly, our boy.

"Zombies! Zombies inside the perimeter." You heard from behind you as you looked down to see Brittney's father telling her to stay put as he went to take care of the Z's. Your heart beat sped up as you shuffled your feet slightly, you needed a vehicle.

"This is for all the cookies, FIRE" Sketchy yelled through his makeshift speaker, you turned to look back towards the two snipers, crossing your fingers.

"Ladies first." 10K smiled at his opponent and you felt a twinge of jealously. Why was he acting so cool and coy with her?

"I'm no lady." She replied and it almost made you more annoyed, did that constitute as flirting? You had no idea, but you disliked her all the same.

10K leaned forward slightly once more and without an ounce of hesitation aimed for his target, bull's-eye.

Sleazy shouted something about a tie when Brittney managed to get her bullet through the same hole in the Z that 10K had created, but the crowd began to boo to which Sketchy replied it would be going into sudden death.

Doc hit you on the shoulder as you noted the hoard coming towards you. 10K and Brittney promptly began to shoot towards the Z's, hitting each perfectly each time. 

"The driver, the driver" Sketchy shouted towards the Ice-Cream van where a group of zombies were attacking, "Give him mercy."

A bullet instantly flew through the air from 10K's gun as Brittney looked on in confusion, 10K hit him perfectly between the eyes.

"Nice shootin', Looks like we have ourselves a winner." Sketchy called out through the traffic cone.

"Wow, 10K! Well done!" You surged towards the young male, reaching up to wrap him in a tight hug, "You did it, I knew you could!" 10K didn't hug back and you felt his eyes on Brittany behind him. You leaned back and tried to make eye contact with him, grabbing his tensed arm slightly.

"Nice job kid," Doc slapped him on the shoulder, "Now let's get our prize and get the hell out of here."

"To the victor goes the spoils." 10K was handed the Barrett M82 and you grinned at the loving look he was giving the gun, as if he was a child that was told he could have any candy in the store he wanted. 10K glanced through the viewfinder, bracing the weight of the gun as he positioned it into an aiming position. You noted how his muscles moved slightly under the weight of the gun and you felt your cheeks heat up as you watched him.

Cassandra hit him on the shoulder to hurry up as you began running after Doc. You noted that he hadn't followed you but instead followed Brittany's route. You silently hoped you'd be getting out soon before the green eyed monster inside you erupted. It wasn't as if 10K was even yours but there was still a part of you that felt some sort of entitlement towards 10K. You were sure the fleeting glances and midnight conversations meant something. They had to. 

You sat in the back of the truck, waiting for 10K. Where the heck was he? Doc opened the front door and stood up from inside towards a figure and you knew it had to be 10K, Thank God.

10K ran towards you but a Z came out of nowhere and clung him in a bear hug, it was too close for him to get a good shot and he was struggling desperately which meant Warren couldn't aim either. You stood and made to jump out of the truck, unholstering your knife when you heard gunfire from behind you and watched as the Z, now with a large hole in it's head, fell to the ground.

You didn't even need to turn to know who had fired that shot and you sat back down in a huff. Doc had to run over and grab 10K out of his stupor and dragged him into the truck.

"Did ya get some, kid?" Doc laughed, slapping 10K on the shoulder as he climbed into the truck.

A roar of sound came from behind you as you noted the Zunami that was coming towards you, you gripped 10K's arm, trying to pull him with you towards the vehicle.

"Were you jealous?" You noted the sly look on Cassandra's face as she leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"No," you scoffed, directing your gaze out the window and crossing your arms. You felt someone's gaze on you as you looked up to see 10K's eye's on you through the rear view mirror, even with all the Z blood on his face he still looked perfect, you smiled slightly towards him as his eye's drifted shut.

[the-plaid-mercenary]

I don’t know if there’s anyone else who ships Doc and 10k, but I have a few oneshots up on my ao3 that I wrote for them if you wanna check them out. Link here: Link

I mean come on, they’re adorable.