#left 4 dead x reader

[manuchyy]

a FRANCIS X TALL!READER X NICK headcannon.

genre: romance

warnings: cussing, mentions of gore, blood, and death.

author's note: hello dear anon! I hope you like this hc I made! I know I'm not a professional at this but I tried my best. I have been struggling to write anything at all so I apologize if it's not enough :( I can totally work on part two who knows...

FRANCIS AND NICK FIGHT OVER TALL READER

You were picked on, that’s for sure.

You've been teased for being tall since you were young. People found it acceptable at times, but not always. You couldn't please everyone or yourself all of the time. It had been an exhausting journey of hearing others talk behind your back or giving you strange stares because of your height. It felt as if you were an anomaly in society.

You disliked being tall sometimes, it could make life a bit harder.

Your height wasn't usually an issue, but it may be a hassle since certain things were just too small for you. It got on your nerves. You weren’t too tall, however, any tall person would have difficulties in life, be it with clothes or jewelry. 

The green Flu was unexpected.

At this stage, jewelry or clothing would not be your primary focus. Now, your life came first, and it was constantly on a razor's edge. As long as you can remember, the Green Flu stormed in and crushed everything, and your entire existence was flipped upside down in seconds. You were at your Savannah apartment, near the Vannah Hotel. You read about a mystery sickness that decimated Pennsylvania just a few days ago. You heard a beating on your door, and they were already inside before you could open it. They might have picked up the smell of you.

You figured they were what the sites and rumors said, infected with mutated rabies. CEDA wasn’t helpful in delivering information on them, you guessed, so the public did. You saw one video of Fairfield, a person running from them in pure horror. It had been said that any fatal injuries would put them down, so that’s what you did, you followed your instincts and tried for a kitchen knife.

The knife got one down, with one blow to the chest. You were slightly taller than these…infected, which made it slightly easier to fight them. The other two scratched at you, they got your arms and belly in the process and god did it hurt. You decided to push past them and run instead, if you stayed any longer, they could potentially do worse damage.

You ran to an evacuation center and met a good soul. 

You sprinted as far as your legs could carry you, your lungs burned from the exertion, and your breathing became more labored. You came to a halt when you noticed a few cars driving past and helicopters flying above in the same direction as the cars. You followed them till you arrived at one of the evacuation centers.

Luck wasn’t on your side, however. This evacuation had been moved to the Vannah Hotel due to the proximity of the infected to that zone. You gripped at your hair in panic and just followed the soldier's instructions. You were redirected to the Vannah Hotel in a bus full of people, the CEDA officer driving it completely ignoring the blood on your shirt or scratches on your arms. 

Good management of security.

The bus arrived at the Vannah Hotel, but you were turned away as you approached the entrance due to issues with your arms and bloodied self. They weren't allowed to shoot you, but when they inquired for directions, a ruckus occurred inside, diverting your attention away from the street. The infected followed and people turned inside. You all scrambled while soldiers shot at the infected, your heart accelerating. 

You dashed up the stairs as an explosion in the kitchen blew your ears off and shook parts of the structure. You collapsed to the ground as others climbed by you, unconcerned about whether or not you were wounded. The scratches on your arms itched and burned, and you coughed as smoke rose up from the set of stairs. 

You felt like giving up until a woman came up to you and pulled you up to your feet despite your height. She was much smaller than you but seemed to have good cardio. The woman and you took shelter in one of the rooms to wait until the ruckus outside was over, despite the fire spreading. 

Her name was Rochelle. She was a reporter, you understood, working here at CEDA’s evacuation and reporting everything. 

You eventually, meet the others in the Vannah Hotel as the evacuation is moved there

You and Rochelle stayed in the room for minutes until all the commotion outside was over. Both of you exited the bedroom and went over to the set of stairs again where you met three other people. A younger and shorter-looking man with a yellow shirt, a buff football teacher with a purple and yellow shirt, and a…man in an expensive suit. How fitting.

You snorted to yourself. He looked at you the same way kids would whenever they saw you. Although you saw something else in his eyes. Disgust. You figured it was because of all the blood on you, considering his suit was all white and tidy. 

The other three were more welcoming when it came to you. You all ran up the set of stairs to the last floor on the roof - while Coach fought for his life to go up the stairs, the suited man making a comment on how the helicopter was made of chocolate? Now that’s just rude.

Nick was disgusted by the blood, but enamored by you. The truth hurt.

Nick, the con man, was not a romantic type. He was well-known for it. There was a reason why his marriage failed. But it irritated him how smitten he was with you. Truth be told, your height caught his attention, but god did it make you all the more beautiful. It was eye-catching, it fit your frame very well and it gave you such a confident posture. You were gorgeous, and he hated himself for even looking at you that way.

You two started on the wrong foot too, he made a snarky comment about your height to mask his liking for it and you got offended, and you bit back at him. With time, however, you two hit it off very well and you began to like his company. No matter how annoying his attitude may be sometimes.

Rayford is the town of love, apparently. You meet three others and Ellis falls in love while something else begins to occur.

You encountered another party from Philadelphia when you arrived in Rayford after departing Savannah in Jimmy Gibs' vehicle. Zoey, a young student, Louis, an analyst, and Francis a tough biker man with a stylish vest. 

To be honest, Francis was the one who drew your attention out of the three. His attitude and approach were highly unique, reminding you of Nick in some ways. 

Louis was a nice guy, his welcoming words made you feel safe while Zoey just looked hurt. You guessed she went through a lot to get from Philadelphia to Rayford. Ellis on the other hand, completely fell in love with the girl, expressing it to all of your team.

Francis had never fallen so hard. In love.

Like Nick, Francis wasn’t one for romance. One-time stands were enough for him and that’s about it. But when he saw you, something in him twisted at his chest. You were the tallest on your team and very good-looking. That was not all, your voice also made him melt. The way you spoke, the way you moved, your height so eye-catching, your body, everything about you was perfect. 

And he loved that.

Zoey caught up to it as soon as he spoke about you the first time and boy was she annoyed. She tried to motion to you ‘him? Really?’ and you brushed it off as a joke. She was serious. Zoey could not understand how this would even work. Francis just shut her up by saying she had Ellis to worry about.

You are so confused, what is all of this talk?

You thought Zoey tried to joke around with you, perhaps she took note of the way you looked at Francis - similar to the way you looked at Nick for a while now - and made a comment on it. You didn’t think much of it, however.

The group from Philadelphia joins your team and Francis and Nick immediately hit it off on the wrong foot.

You were shocked when you walked in on Francis and Nick at each other's faces one day. Francis pushed Nick off of him with both of his arms and snarled at him before leaving the room. Nick just stood there in shame, said nothing, and left. 

They had been doing this for a few days now, spitting at each other, making snarky remarks or straight-up fighting and you couldn’t understand why. It puzzled you how they could make all of this fuss when all of you already have your lives on the line every day, running from cannibal freaks.

They fought again and you stepped in this time.

You walked through the rooms of the motel where your team took shelter when you heard arguing in the room to your right. You walked closer to it, the moon shining upon it casting long shadows around you.

“Well, I’m not the dirty biker here, am I? You’re not sophisticated enough, so beat it!” You heard a muffled voice yell. You guessed it was Nick.

“Dirty? Is that what you think I am suit?” Francis roared.

You had to stop this. You broke into the room and the frown on your face immediately stopped the two. They stepped away from each other and looked away as if they had just been scolded by their parents.

“What the hell is going on in here?” You questioned, arms crossed across your chest.

Both men avoided eye contact with each other and tried to explain what each thought. You were confused beyond stars and you questioned the reasoning behind all of their fighting. They were quiet. You couldn’t force it out of them and after you three talked, Francis just walked off the room excusing himself. You and Nick looked at each other and you frowned again. He cleared his throat and said he would sleep, so you left.

Nick is annoyed.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and everything you did. He hated the idea of Francis stealing you or being near you, he couldn’t bear it. He wanted you all to himself. Francis was only getting in the way, and he had already expressed to Nick how he felt about you which drove Nick insane. He punched Francis one day over it but Coach broke them off before any serious damage could be done.

Francis is pissed.

Francis was beyond pissed. Everywhere he went, you were there and so was Nick. He hated that name. He hated how close he was to you. Couldn’t he just back off? Francis had been punched by Nick the other day and he wants to make him pay for it, all because of you.

You talk to Zoey and Rochelle who seem to have a better understanding, and you are horrified.

You, Zoey, and Rochelle had been having a conversation with the rest of the team, discussing changes that could be made. You decided to mention how Nick and Francis had been fighting badly over the last few days and how it could affect the team in the future. That’s when they spilled the beans.

Zoey went first, telling you how Francis felt about you. How crazy he was about your height and how he wanted to give you all the love in his heart. She told you that with a disgusted expression.

Rochelle went after her, telling you how enamored Nick was with you. Nick wanted nothing but to try and make you happy, he wanted to make up for his distant marriages and how badly they ended by giving you the world.

You cried. 

You tried to have them talk in a civilized manner. And it worked?

You had approached the two one morning as they had been tasked with fixing one of the doors in the shelter you all stayed in. They were working in silence, and they only talked when necessary. 

You walked over to them and asked to speak in private with the two. They were confused but obliged anyway. The three of you enter the room, with Nick closing the door and sitting down on one of the chairs. Francis stood on his feet with crossed arms. 

You expressed how you felt, to their surprise. You told them how you wanted to have them go through a civilized conversation before they even fought about it. You wanted to try something with them and you told them how you understood it was hard.

“Just please, don’t make this harder for me than it already is.” You finished and left the room, leaving no room for argument.

Nick and Francis surprisingly talked, in a calm manner this time. They were in the room for a good ten minutes before they came out. You waited by the door and as they looked at you, they smiled like never before. You did too. 

The three of you were now together!

The three of you had a lot of fun, in both ways. It felt good to see Nick and Francis joking with each other instead of fighting or just seeing them having a normal conversation. It was good to have a happy team. 

Coach was proud of you for standing up, he mentioned those two looked like two kids fighting and he was glad you put an end to it. 

Nick and Francis though? They were the happiest in this story. God were they jumping around like two kids who just got candy in an amusement park. Nick smiled to himself while Francis listened to some rock on his mp4.

You were their everything, that’s for sure.

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[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Bill Overbeck with a Stressed S/O

A/N: My second set of headcanons, yay! I plan on posting a full fic soon (hopefully by the end of the week but no promises). Anyways, this is totally not self indulgent at all ha ha...🫠. I’m not saying Bill holding me, kissing me, and telling me everything’s gonna be okay would fix all of my problem...but it probably would (expect me to reblog this a lot when college starts up again for me lol). With all that out of the way, this is for the small handful of Bill lovers out there. Bye!

🚬-Now you may think that Bill doesn’t know how to help you with stress as he’s the type of guy to deal with his problems on his own, but you’d be mistaken

🚬-He’ll be a bit awkward or blunt with his actions at first as he really hasn’t had any meaningful relationships in a while, but he really does want to help you (believe me though, after the two of you have been together for a bit, he’ll become much more softer around you 🤫)

🚬-He’ll typically go with the distraction approach. He just wants you to get away from whatever has your attention in a negative manner or help you take your mind off of what’s bothering you. Especially if it involves you staring at your computer all day. He just knows that can’t be healthy (ironic coming from a man who smokes like a chimney lol)

🚬-This can either be taking a walk, going out for a drive to nowhere in particular with your favorite music playing (even if he’s not the biggest fan of your taste), watching your favorite shows or movies, reading or telling you stories from his past, and if he’s feeling really romantic he’ll run you a nice warm bath

🚬-If you’re working on something and feel like you are hitting roadblock after roadblock, he’ll ask you what exactly you are trying to do. After explaining yourself, you typically find your solution

🚬-Speaking of which, Bill’s a pretty good listener. If you ever feel like ranting, he’s all ears. Sometimes he’ll give his advice on what to do, sometimes he’ll just hold you and tell you that everything’s gonna be okay

🚬-”I know it may seem bad, but I know you’re gonna get through this. I promise.” 

🚬-He also has no problems with you talking about what’s bothering you before bed. You often find your stressors keeping you from getting a good nights rest. Just simply telling him your problems helps you and he knows it

🚬-When all is said and done and whatever has been bothering you has been completed, Bill will be very proud of you and he has no problems with telling or showing you. He knows you are a very determined person, and that no problem can keep you down for long

🚬-”Now what did I tell ya, hun? I knew you could do it.”

#left 4 dead #l4d #dead by daylight #dbd #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #left 4 dead x reader #l4d x reader #bill overbeck #bill overbeck x reader #x reader #rita writes

[boatsailing]

What kind of man is this and does this have something to do with mental illness???

Answer truthfully.

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[salstray]

Luck of the Draw - part 1

Ghost x fem!Reader - Left 4 Dead/Cod AU

This story is written in first person. I understand that some people don't like first person reader inserts, so if you are one of them, please just keep on scrolling! And if the thought of a left 4 dead/cod au sounds fun, but this one doesn't appeal to you? Feel free to write your own! Or request it from a favorite author, as long as they are open for requests and au ideas~

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Warnings: None in this part. Its really just a meet cute with guns <3

Words: lil over 2k!

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Part 2

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Weirdly enough, it's not the zombies you really have to worry about during a zombie apocalypse. They become the norm after a few weeks. You learn the difference between the show, shuffling, dragging gait of a reborn corpse over the quick, smart steps of the real enemy. It’s not the growls or vaguely pained moans of mindless hunger that make your heart beat faster and your lungs burn as you hold your breath and listen as carefully as you can. It’s the voices. The words. After being alone for so long, you’d think I’d be excited to find another person; living and breathing. Real. But I wasn’t.

In fact, I felt nothing but pure fear at the sound of a human’s voice. A man’s voice. Deep. Rumbling. Accented. Close. 

I was in a house. A two story suburban home with an attic, which I was currently hiding in, tucked behind a box that held dusty baseball trophies for someone named Michael, my salvaged rifle clenched between my fingers. My knuckles were tight and my palms were sweaty. I was on one knee, the barrel aimed right at the hatch that led down into the hallway. The drawstring was broken and I’d brought the stick I used to yank it down up here with me and there was a good chance, a great chance even, that whoever the fuck was down there wouldn’t even see the thin line that separated it from the rest of the ceiling, yet I still sat there. Dead silent. Waiting.

His steps were light. It had been the creak of the stairs that gave him away and the quiet growl of his voice that had sent my heart racing. And it was the very clear statement that I heard a few seconds after the panic started to fade that brought all the adrenaline back with a vengeance.

“There’s an attic.” 

Then another voice. Not as deep. Accented differently. 

“No string or anythin’. Can’t pull it down.” 

A few moments of silence followed. I shifted in place, my legs starting to ache from my half crouch. Then there was a loud BANG and I flinched and yelped in surprise as I watched the ladder rattle in place, sending dust up into the air. 

I cursed myself silently and stood up, backing up towards the round window behind me, the barrel of my gun locked on the ladder and the butt of it secure against my shoulder.

“Somethin’s up there,” the second voice said. Quieter than before, but not quiet enough for me to miss. 

“Someone,” the first voice corrected. “Not infected. Would have been screamin’ to hell and back by now.” Another bang against the ladder. Then a third. Knocking, this time. “Oi! Alive up there?”

I didn’t respond. My head turned and my eyes flickered over my shoulder, towards the window. It led to the backyard. Last I’d checked it had been empty, but the zombies shambled wherever they wanted, without care or reason. If the fall broke something, twisted something, I’d be nothing more but meat and memory by the time I got myself together. 

But I couldn’t risk whoever was down there. I couldn’t. It wasn’t a fucking option.

“Could be hurt,” the second voice said softly. 

“Could be waitin’ to blow our heads off.”

I curled my finger around the trigger of my gun, trying to keep my breathing steady and my aim straight. 

“You try, Johnny.”

“What makes you think they'll answer me?” The second voice, Johnny, asked.

“Worth a shot.” 

There was some muttering. A deep sigh. Then a knock on the ladder again. Softer than before. 

“Anyone up there?” Johnny called softly. 

Against my better judgment, I raised my eyes from the sights and licked my lips, opening them a second later to call back to him.

“Fuck off!” 

Another moment of silence.

“Well, they’re alive,” Johnny said, sounding amused. Then he turned his voice back to me. “We don’t want any trouble-” he started, prompting me to speak again.

“Then go the fuck away, otherwise you’ll get it if you want it or not!” 

…more silence.

Then, to my absolute horror, the ladder rattled, then dropped, opening the path down to the hallway. 

I took a few steps back towards the window, my chest heaving as I put my eyes back down to the sights, every inch of my body shaking, leaving my gun unsteady, but still lethal.

“I will fucking shoot you if you come up that ladder!” The trembling showed in my voice, yet I didn’t back down. I could and would follow through on my threat if they tried anything. 

“We don’t want to hurt you, lass, we just want to help-”

“I don’t give a singular fuck what you want! I want you to go away!” 

“We’re military,” my brow furrowed and Johnny took the second of answering silence as a sign to continue. “Lookin’ for survivors to take to a secure base outside the city.” 

“Think I’m just gonna believe that?” I snapped.

“You might, if you let us come up.” 

They’d be cornering me and they knew that. There was no way they didn’t. I glanced behind me again and leaned back to peek out of the window. The yard was still clear, but that fall would still suck massive ass if I had to risk it. And, depending on if I broke anything, it would give these two plenty of time to come grab me from the ground and kill me anyway, if that was even their plan.

Still, it wasn’t like they’d let me come down. Back up and give me space to escape if I needed it… my only options were to either say yes and kill one of them on their way up and jump out the window, or kill one of them after they came up and leap out the window if the second one didn’t shoot me the second I shot his friend. 

I sighed heavily. 

“What’s it gonna be?” The first voice asked. “We haven’t got all day.” 

Rude bitch. Not like I’m just weighing the options of my fucking survival here.

“Give her a minute, Lt.” Lt? The fuck kind of nickname was that?

I sighed again.

“Fine… but if either of you makes a single fucking move that I don't like-”

“Aye, no need to worry! We’ll keep our hands up, right where you can see ‘em!” Johnny’s smile was clear as day in his voice and it was just as bright as I expected it to be when his face followed the sight of his raised hands. 

He was in a short sleeved shirt and a sort of tactical vest. A radio rested on his left shoulder and a rifle was hanging from a strap across his back. From here I could see a Union Jack against his chest, causing me to raise a brow. 

Johnny’s hair was short. Brown. Cut into a slicked back mohawk on his head. The sides of it were surprisingly neat, which meant he’d probably had them shaved down recently, which meant they, at the very least, weren’t lying about having a base somewhere. Military or not, I still wasn’t sure, but knowing part of what they said was the truth was… at least a little reassuring.

The sight of his friend was less reassuring. 

Johnny didn’t move from beside the ladder. He kept his hands in the air, in sight and away from his weapons, as the enormous figure of Lt climbed into view. 

This one was dressed in all black. Long sleeved shirt, gloves, jeans. A mask. The same vest as Johnny, with the radio and the rifle, but I spotted a handful of extra little bits and bobs in all his pouches and along his belt. Knives, ammo, fucking grenades. 

I didn’t pull my finger off the trigger and decided to keep it trained on Lt. Something he was probably used to, what with the skull face printed on his balaclava and all.

“Well?” Johnny said, his head tilting and his smile growing lopsided. “Believe us?”

“You look the part,” I muttered. The thigh holsters and everything really did make them look legit, but still- “Wouldn’t put it above anyone to pull that shit off a corpse, though. Not these days.” 

Johnny shook his head. “Can’t blame you for that. What’s your name, lass?”

“Your's first.” 

He and his friend shared a look. Then he nodded a few times and used his right hand to gesture to himself. “John MacTavish. Call me Soap.” My brow furrowed again, but I let him keep going as he motioned to the masked man. “That’s Simon Riley. My Lieutenant. He goes by Ghost.” Ah, that made Lt make sense. 

“Fitting,” I muttered, my gaze flickering over him. 

“Your turn,” Ghost said. He stared back at me, his eyes half lidded, not even looking slightly worried that I had a gun pointed directly at his face. 

I took a deep breath, momentarily considering lying or just pulling the fucking trigger on Ghost… but there was really no reason to hide that kind of stuff anymore and Soap seemed nice at least…

If I die, I die. Honestly, it would be a fucking blessing to get out of this nightmare-

So I gave it to them. Just my first name, nothing else.

“No last name?” Soap asked.

“Not one I feel like using anymore. Family’s all dead anyway.” 

They both shared a look. Then Soap started to lower his hands and I twisted, turning the barrel of my gun on him and making him freeze.

“Hey now,” he said slowly, raising them back into place. “Like I said, we don’t want trouble. Just want to help.”

“Said you have a base outside the city, too,” I stated. My gun didn’t move from its new target, however I risked a look at Ghost. “How far?”

“Few days walk,” Ghost replied. “As long as things keep quiet.” 

“Few days?”

“Been four, with the two of us,” Soap supplied. “Might take a bit longer with us three, if you come with, but you’re still welcome. Military’s been sending out pairs and packs to round up whoever is left and get them somewhere safe.” 

“Haven’t found anyone else?” I asked quietly. 

“No one as friendly as you,” Soap said, his smile coming back with a vengeance. I hummed and narrowed my eyes at him, but I pulled my finger off the trigger and, ever so slowly, lowered my gun. Both of them visibly relaxed and Ghost set one hand on his own rifle as Soap let his hands fall to his sides. “So… gonna come along? There’s plenty of beds, a little farm they’re using to keep people sustained. Hot water.” 

“Tempting,” I mumbled. “How many people do they have up there?”

“Not as many as they'd hoped for,” Ghost rumbled. 

“Means there’s plenty of food, though.” Soap was definitely a glass half full kinda guy. Couldn’t tell anything about Ghost, yet. 

“How much farther did you guys plan to go?”

Soap shrugged. “Depends entirely on how many people we managed to find. Why? Wanna come help us be heroes?” Ghost turned his half-lidded gaze on Soap and I watched his eyes narrow for a second before he looked back over to me. 

“Don’t know about being a hero, but…,” I shrugged a single shoulder. “Seems kinda wasteful to come out so far just to go back with one person… I could head back on my own. Made it this far, so I might be able-”

“No.” Ghost growled. Soap glanced over at him with a raised brow and I did the same. “Already told you we haven’t found as many people as we’d hoped for. Not gonna risk ya like that. You’ll stick with us.” 

Lieutenant indeed. 

“Alright, Bossy,” I replied. “I’ll… trust you… for now, I guess… not like I have a choice.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed at me that time and Soap’s grin widened as he chuckled. 

“Fair play,” he stated, reaching over to pat Ghost on the shoulder twice. “Let’s get goin’ then. We’re burnin’ daylight!”

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[sunny-day-dream]

No one asked for this, but I’m having CRAVINGS RN SO-

Fandom: Left 4 Dead

Pairing: Hunter x Reader

Warnings: Stalkerish behaviour, possessiveness

Notes: Just some rambles that I might one day expand since this dumbass has me in a chokehold right now (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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This rabid stinky boy has FEELINGS and he doesn’t know what to do with them okay????? He was built for attacking, not thinking thankyouverymuch. It was a miracle in itself that he could even manage a thought, so please don’t judge him too harshly

He’d stumbled upon and stalked you from a city, to a small town, then to another large city before he even realized that he was supposed to be attacking you, not just sniffing around everywhere you’d walked or rolling around in areas that you’d slept. Whoops.

He really didn’t care tbh, but the dull sense of embarrassment that welled up in his chest had his grey face trying to flush despite the virus riddling his body

He was off, different compared to the others, but only after he'd 'met' you. Everything before that moment was one big blur of burning pain and screams and feeling like he was missing something, like he was empty and needed to f i x it

Then you came along, and so did his slight clarity.

He could think when you were around, though it was disjointed in the beginning and he just knew that for some reason, he should be doing something else. Something important. Something like getting h e l p, because he could think- feel- but he didn't know why and it just made him angry.

So he ignored it.

You were important, familiar in a way that confused him- because it was an odd feeling he couldn't name yet, like he should be so very close to you instead of trailing behind. Walking beside you instead of leaping from rooftop to alleyway as he scouted the path he assumed you'd take.

And as time passed, he couldn't find it in himself to stay away- his body always managing to inch closer and closer to you before his mind caught up and stopped him.

He was confused about a lot of things to be honest, but the way he wanted to act around you confused him more than anything else, because he just knew- from some feeling that came from a faint lifetime ago- that it was unnatural and wrong but he just couldn't STOP

Why did he want to fight everything and anything in his path? Why was he so wound up all of the time? So angry at anything that wasn't you?

Why did he keep sniffing around you, hiding little scraps of your blankets and clothing you'd worn underneath his jacket- like he was hording you in your entirety as your scent drifted around him for days?

Why was he herding you away from bigger cities, using other infected to drive you somewhere he somehow k n e w would be quieter? Safer?

Why? Why? Why?

Now that he could think, it was all he could do

When you finally seemed to settle into an old home just far enough from the city to be ‘semi’ safe enough for him, he’d been following you for months. MONTHS. And you hadn’t noticed at all?? Even when he was keeping the other infected away from you and NOT being all that quiet about it????????

Just the other day he'd tackled a crying infected woman down 7 flights of stairs while you were rummaging around the top. And then- THEN you'd just walked by the body like it wasn't a perfectly good meal you could have taken back with you like he'd hoped???? Because if you had, you wouldn't have to go out again for a while and he could be content to just listen to you go about your day in that little house from his spot in the tree near your sleeping area.

He just, finally realises:

'haha look, they're an idiot...'

...

'oh NO, they're an IDIOT'

Congratulations, you now have an overprotective, instinct driven dumbass assuming that his two braincells (and that's being generous) are working harder than your own!

(even though you have 100% noticed him by now, but by this point your daily/nightly routine to keep an eye on him is very lax since he's made no move towards you other than to just...watch. Very intently.)

And okay, he'd absolutely been wanting to go see you up close now that he could focus more- to finally, actually see what you looked like- instead of just relying on the blurred figure he could make out most days with his bad eyesight. But you were oblivious to your surroundings as always, so getting just a little closer couldn't hurt right???

That's how he found himself with his face pressed up against the glass door to your hideout, watching you walk around slowly, intently looking anywhere but in his direction, and he was so content to just smile to himself and admire you as you did so.

Because WOW, seeing you properly had him breathless.

His chest was warm under his oversized jacket, like always when you were around- but it was different now that he could see you properly. Now that he could take in everything that made you...you, and brand it into his fuzzy memory.

He was making happy little noises to himself for awhile before he even realized what he was doing, tampering the sounds into a faint growl as you started making a muffled noise he'd never heard from you before- watching as you bit your lip, his fuzzy sight making out your smile before it was covered by your hand.

He really wanted to touch your face one day, just to see if you were as soft as you looked. Because you did look very soft, like he should have you wrapped up in blankets and hidden away in his tree so no one else could even think about touching you like he wanted to- because they wouldn't know that you had no sense of self preservation, that they'd have to be gentle and careful and- He would know to be careful with his claws, to keep his teeth away from you and bring you all the canned food he could carry because you seemed so happy when you found some-

There he went, making noises again, his chest rumbling away as you walked out of the room and out of his sight.

He was so happy he'd finally gotten to see you clearly, this was the happiest he'd ever felt before...this was all he ever wanted to do from now on.

It was perfect.

-

(The morning you walked out of your bedroom to find all the boards pried off the backdoor you'd meticulously barricaded, you'd just about had a heart attack and pulled your gun out. Because there he was, a very familiar Hunter pressing his face to the door and attempting to give you...maybe a very...unique smile while having his face smooshed against the glass.)

(You didn't shoot him though. Choosing to ignore him just as you had previously, hoping against everything that you'd made the right choice in assuming he was...not harmless exactly, but not a threat to you.)

(especially when he was whimpering and purring away, leaning this way and that to try and keep you in sight at all times)

(Your guard was up though, despite the laughter he'd managed to pry from you with his disgruntled look when he seemed to realise the sounds he was making)

...

(Because how he'd gotten inside the house, pried all the boards off the door, then gotten back outside to watch you like this was a mystery- this guy wasn't quiet or subtle at all from what you'd seen, so how the fuck did he manage that without waking you up??)

(... better yet, had he done it before?)

#l4d #l4d hunter #l4d x reader #left 4 dead #x reader #reader insert #l4d hunter x reader #headcanon #drabble #fanfiction #gn!reader

[phonkscribes]

Hi! Would you be interested in writing dating headcanons about the L4D2 survivors? Thanks in advance<3 (P.S. I love your work)

Left 4 Dead 2 Survivor dating head-canons!

Hello anon, and I'd be delighted to and thank you for enjoying the work I put out! I don't have a clever quip to throw in this time so without further a-do, here are your head canons.

Nick

He's an asshole to everyone, but he's soft when it comes to you. Especially if you don't pick up on sarcasm like everyone else.

He'd never try to yell or raise his voice at you like he would with others too. Nick is patient and holds up on you when you start to lag behind

It's a surprising display of intimacy that has the others making eyes at him and looking smug. 'Didn't think you had it in ya, Nick'.

He smiles a little more, and tries to be romantic in spite of the setting.

It's the little things that make the world go 'round, and he's got a knack for doing them for you, intentionally or not.

Needed pills for something? He's got you covered, even if he thought he needed them more.

Instead of giving you your share of compliments and nick names, he'd point out your habits and say that they're cute and call you other names: 'I think it's really cute how you play with your hair when thinking about something' / 'Alright let's get out of here stinky'

Ellis

He is the sweetest guy.

He loves telling stories to you, and he always plays them up to try and make you laugh.

Ellis will take you sight seeing around Savannah, or try and take you out to a fancy date he's prepared(beer on the roof top)

He likes to show you off or brag that he has you as his S/O.

"Damn I'm so lucky to have you, y'know"

He will get sad if he's separated from you for too long, and hope that you're okay whenever you two get separated from each other for whatever reason.

He's a hugger, and will often reach his arms around to hug you from behind whenever he has the chance.

Says "I love you" a lot. Do not fight him on this because he'll just keep saying he loves you more or hit you with a "nuh-uh"

Nick gets tired of this whenever it happens.

Rochelle

She's the boss when it comes down to it, stubborn as a mule but if you're really against something she'll hear you out on it.

If Nick says some shit to you, she'll whip something witty right back at him that makes him either scoff or shuts him right up.

Rochelle beams at you whenever you save her from one of the special infected, hyping you up with that gorgeous smile of hers.

"Yep, that's mine right there", as you help her up.

She likes to bring you little gifts here and there, especially when you need them without ever asking for them out loud.

"Here, I thought you might need this", and she presses it into your hands with a small smile as she looks up into your eyes

She is likes to hold your hand as you two travel, or have your pinkies intertwined when you need to break away for a fight

She likes to press her back against yours, feeling safe that you've got hers when it comes down to it.

Rochelle thinks you're a lot cooler than you may let yourself believe

Coach

He's right behind you every step of the way, and will lift you up anyway he can. Except for literally, he might hurt his back if he tries to do that.

The two of you eat good, even for the apocalypse, he won't let you eat nothing trashy but also nothing that will put either one of you in a theoretical ER.

Will pull you off to the side if he sees that you're feeling down or are bummed out about something.

He's real good at talking with you about things

Absolutely loves giving you little kisses on the top of your head or your hands, anywhere he can really

His love language is words of affirmation(I am so sure on this)

Likes to praise you, congratulating you on good shots and a bit more lenient with you when you make bad ones.

Coach is endearing though, never the "ooh now personally I wouldn't have done that" kinda comments.

He likes to guide your hands when he steps behind you, "try it like this"

He likes to hold you close in his arms, and letting you listen to his heart as you two rest up.

"Everything's gon' be alright baby, I've got ya"

#phonk scribes #left 4 dead imagines #l4d2 imagines #nick l4d2 x reader #ellis l4d2 x reader #rochelle l4d2 x reader #coach l4d2 x reader #l4d x reader #l4d2 x reader #nick l4d2 #ellis l4d2 #rochelle l4d2 #coach l4d2 #fluff #l4d2 headcanons #[ finally getting to this too ] #[ i love these guys so much ] #[ they are so awesome ]

[fredkinnie]

L4D2 Nick x Reader

Office AU

Gender neutral reader Nick does call them sweetheart condescendingly (because hes an asshole)

Recently rediscovered this oneshot I wrote over a year ago as a joke(?) thing with a friend, not my best work but I think the concept was cute so if anyone's interested !! I don't know how to format fanfics on here bear with me. ALSO I edited it a little but also not really . not my best work so apologies D:

“As you both probably know, Ellis’ birthday is tomorrow.” You shuffled in your chair, attempting to make yourself comfortable. Of all the things your boss, Rochelle Torres, could have pulled you into her office for you were rather surprised it had to do with the birthday of one of your coworkers. Ellis Thompson was relatively new to your small sales office- he recently moved from manufacturing- but you got on quite well with him. The man seated to your left, however, did not.

“And? What, do I need to bake overalls a birthday cake or something, maybe hire some strippers to jump out of it?” This sarcastic quip came from no other than Nicolas “Nick” Wright, the well dressed and, admittedly, rather attractive salesman with a rather unnatractive attitude. He was known around the office for his pessimism and sarcasm, and the damned white suit, blue shirt combo he wore to work every day. However, he was great at his job and an excellent leader. In fact, he wasn’t half bad when he was focused. You’d even managed to coax a compliment out of him the last time the two of you were assigned to a project together. 

“No.” Rochelle responded after a moment, giving him a warning glance. It was obvious she was amused yet unenthused by his comment, the newly promoted woman was still finding a balance between banter with her subordinates and the level of professionalism needed by a regional manager. She was doing a good job, though, you noted internally. Much better than Nick, who so clearly struggled with professionalism. Rochelle spoke again, interrupting your thoughts about the suited salesman. “Actually, I need you two to decorate the conference room. Louis normally takes care of it, as you know, but his sister’s wedding happened to coincide with Ellis’ birthday.

“I approved his time off in advance and told him I’d take care of finding someone to set up the party, but then I forgot. I’ve just been really busy and it slipped my mind, I’m sorry for the short notice, guys.” Rochelle sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking back apologetically at you and Nick. You glanced to your left to gauge Nick’s reaction, which was unsurprisingly not a happy one. He looked like he was about to say something he’d later regret, so you cut him off.

“Don’t worry! We know you’ve had a lot on your hands as of late, it’s okay to make a mistake once and a while. Just tell us what we need to do specifically and we’ll do it, no problem.” You could practically feel Nick’s blank stare boring into the side of your head, but as Rochelle smiled you realized that he realized that you just saved his fucking ass. You’re welcome, Nick.

“Well, I went ahead and took care of the cake, so don’t worry about that. I took some time and dug around to find what party supplies we had on hand, so you’ll find that stuff in the conference room. Just go in there and do your best to spruce up the room, that’s all I can really ask.” You nodded, taking her statement as a que to exit. You stood up and looked toward Nick, who still hadn’t left his chair.

“Why did you choose me for this? At least the country boy and (Y/N) are actually friends.” He huffed, crossing his arms and sliding down in his seat slightly. It was almost funny to watch a grown man act so juvenile, especially a man who acted as macho as Nick did. This time there was no amusement in Rochelle’s stare.

“You two are my top salespeople. I figured you both deserved a break for all the hard work you do around here, however if doing things for your coworkers feels like a punishment to you I can make it one. Get working on it, now.” She said sternly, pointing a pink painted nail toward the door. He seemed to get the message as he scurried out after you. 

A pack of 24 assorted multicolor balloons, a pile of colored construction paper, and a spool of twine were waiting on the conference room table for the two of you. Beside them sat various office supplies, including a tape dispenser, a hole puncher, and a pair of scissors.

“Alright, here’s the game plan. Take the hole puncher and make some confetti with the construction paper. The custodians will hate us but it’ll make the table look more festive. I’ll make a banner with the paper and twine, then we’ll blow some balloons.” You directed, handing him the hole puncher before turning to grab the supplies you’d need. You had a vivid picture of what you needed to do in your mind. If you cut the letters in “Happy Birthday Ellis” out of the construction paper, then punched holes into the tops of them, you could string them on the twine and hang it up above the tabl-

“Who died and put you in charge?” Nick retorted, begrudgingly reaching for a piece of paper to begin his confetti making journey with. His scowl was even worse than it typically was, which was saying something.

“Probably the same person who died and made you a huge bitch. Like seriously, what’s your deal? Might do you some good to take the stick out of your ass and try to enjoy things once and a while.” You didn’t spare him a glance, instead beginning to cut an H out of a piece of orange construction paper. The room fell silent, save for the clicking of the hole puncher and the sound of scissors gliding across paper. Yes, what you said was unprofessional. That much you acknowledged, and if he decided to take that up with HR (that is, when the HR representative Louis came back from vacation) you were willing to take the consequences that came along with it. However it was the truth, and it needed to be said. You kept cutting.

“Sweetheart, if anyone else had said that I would have punched them.” Nicholas replied quietly, a few moments after the silence had gotten awkward. His voice was so soft, it was startling. What he said didn’t feel rude or like a threat, it just felt personal. The silence returned. You finished cutting H, then A, and P, another P, and then Y. You set your paper scraps between you and Nick’s seats and in some unspoken agreement, he turned it into confetti.

Clearly, there was something on your coworkers mind. Nick was never this quiet. As much as he seemed like he disliked people, you just got the feeling he thrived around them. When the two of you went for a meeting with one of the company’s customers he talked nonstop. He really is charismatic, especially when he’s not so rude. The longer the silence between you two went on, devoid of even a sarcastic crack or a mumbled string of curses, the more uncomfortable it became until finally you just had to ask.

“What’s wrong?” You inquired, finally turning to focus your (E/C) eyes on the suited man beside you. He took a deep breath, set down his tools, and turned to face you. Nick’s grey eyes were watering, tears threatening to spill out. He sniffled, averting his gaze and smiling crookedly. Instinctively, you reached out and embraced him, pulling him into a hug. His composure broke and he began to cry into your shoulder, melting into the physical contact that he so desperately needed. You could faintly make out muffled apologies and explanations coming from the crying man, nothing that really made sense but you realized this was more for him than it was for you. You just let him get it all out, one hand around his back and the other cradling his head. 

After a few minutes, his sobs slowed, then eventually stopped. Nick broke away from the hug, red eyed and sniffling. His true nature finally hit you: he’s a good guy, just scared to be vulnerable.

“I’m sorry.” He sniffed, your gazes still locked.

“I know you are.” You smiled gently.

“So much has happened but that doesn’t excuse being a dick. I’m so sorry.” Nick continued weakly.

“Do you want to talk more about it?” You offered.

He nodded.

“Over drinks tonight? The bar downtown?”

He nodded yet again, smiling.

With that, the two of you simultaneously turned back to your birthday party prepwork, the silence much more comfortable this time. He’s a good guy deep down, and you’re determined to meet the real him. For now, though, you were content cutting letters.

#left 4 dead 2 #left 4 dead #l4d2 #l4d2 nick #nick l4d2 #l4d2 nick x reader #office au #idk how to tag this #x reader #gender neutral reader

[beastyboyxx]

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[yanderes-galore]

I wrote my first Yandere Story in 2018. Returning to it, I have decided to not only rewrite, but hopefully continue it. Description was slightly altered from the original.

Worse Than Zombies

A Yandere! Ellis x Female! Reader Story (Masterlist for chapters)

Description: You were just a girl trying to survive the apocalypse, a lone wolf if you will. That was until four people had found you and let you into their group. It was then that he had taken a liking to you. To him, you were his angel. To you, he was your nightmare.

Status: Ongoing Story

Possible Trigger Warnings: TBA

- Chapter 1: Meeting Them (Rewritten: 6/20/22)

- Chapter 2: The Safe Room (Being Rewritten)

- Chapter 3: Love Me? (Being Rewritten)

- Chapter 4: The Mall (Being Rewritten)

#yandere x reader #yandere left 4 dead 2 #yandere l4d2 #yandere ellis #yandere ellis x reader #yandere l4d2 ellis #worse than zombies

[oblivionumbra]

Yay! I'm so happy you are taking requests. Thanks for answering! ❤️ I was wondering if I could get a fic with Ellis from L4D where him and the reader (female) have a young daughter together named Nessarose? No smut involved, just really fluffy little family fic. Cute, and I want you to have fun with it! I'll enjoy anything you post. Thank you again, I appreciate you!!! 🌝🥺

I absolutely adore this! My heart!!!

Left 4 dead Ellis x Fem! Reader Parenting at it's finest

(A bit OOC for Ellis)

You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched the door to your bedroom slowly opened. Your husband was still sound asleep beside you, loudly snoring unaware of the small figure that snuck into your room. However, you pretend not to notice the little one that miserably hid how quiet their steps were. It wasn't until said little one was within arms reach was when you made your move. Yanking the covers off you and your husband, you lunged off the bed and wrapped you and your daughter in a blanket cocoon. "COME HERE!" You yelled scaring the daylights out of your daughter. The loud screech that followed after, woke up your husband a thud telling you he fell out of bed. "Ellis, love are you alright?" A muffled. "Yeah!" Made you and your daughter laugh.

"I almost had it!" Nessarose exclaimed as you made breakfast. This made you softly chuckle as Ellis held an ice pack to his head. "Well, your steps were a bit loud sweetie." You say as you place the plates down. Ellis made exaggerated kungfu moves. "Yeah, you gotta be sneaky like a ninja." Shaking your head, you nod to Ellis. "Not to mention your father's snoring like a damn grizzly bear woke me up way before hand." To this he looks at you with an offended look, Nessarose loudly laughed. "I don't snore." You raised a brow and look over at your daughter who took your side. "Daddy, you snore really REALLY loud. Like shaking the house loud!" Ellis placed a hand over his heart and let out a gasp. "My own daughter goin against me! What has the world come to!" You rolled your eyes and softly laughed.

Just then your daughter smiled up at you. "Can you teach me how to be a ninja mom?" You shrugged before standing up with your plate. "If you wish to be a good ninja first you must do the most important thing to becoming a good ninja." She beams up at you waiting for you to finish the sentence. Ellis chuckles knowing where this is going. "All good ninjas go to school and get good grades." You laughed as Nessarose deflated in her chair. "But school is boring!" Ellis points his fork to her then to you. "Yeah but how do ya think me and your mom are awesome fighters in those stories we tell ya?" With a little huff she lowers her head. "If it means becoming the best ninja in the world-" Suddenly she jumps from her chair almost scaring you. "-then I will go to school to become the bestest ninja in the whole wide world!" You pumped your fist in the air. "That's the spirit! Now lets get going, don't wanna wait on the road to become the bestest ninja now do we?" She hopped down from her chair and took a hold of your hand. "Let's go!"

#left 4 dead #ellis l4d2 #l4d2 ellis #l4d2 ellis x reader #fanfic #x reader #fluff

[mara-xx217]

All a Game- Bill Overbeck x You Fic (Dead by Daylight Commission)

Commissioned by @sinlessdesire

You have feelings for the old bastard. God damn it all…

Warnings for some blood/gore

   The fire crackles and pops, but doesn’t produce the same kind of warmth as any that you’ve felt in your life before the Fog. You had died prematurely. It was okay, though. Bill did try his damnedest, but it was all for naught. He arrived shortly after you did. Guilt squeezed your chest. 

   He died for you… 

   You.

   Has it been years since you’ve been abducted? Maybe. Maybe time just… stops here. Out there, life goes on. But here? There is no death. No life. Just… Nothing. 

   When will it end…? 

   “You holdin’ in there, kid?” Bill nudged you gently with his elbow. 

   Damn it… How does he always know? 

   “Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied. That’s all you do is lie, anymore. 

   Especially to him… 

   “I don’t see how. I sure as hell ain’t…” He chuckles. Bill takes a long drag from his cigarette and holds it. Some of the other survivors bum smokes off of him. You’ve never gathered that courage. 

   Probably never will… 

   “Sorry Bill…” ‘Sorry’? What the hell was that?

   “Naw, we’re all up shit creek. Just do ‘n say whatcha gotta to make it through. Ain’t no one here to judge.” He shrugs. 

   Bill’s definitely the best out of everyone here. Something moved in your chest. You sucked in a breath through your teeth and braced for the approaching wave. 

   Feelings. Things you almost had forgotten long ago. Warm. Tender. Intimate. Things not meant for this place. You mistook them for feelings of platonic companionship at first feeling. Then they grew more and more until it spread like an out of control wild fire. No, not unlike the yearly blight that consumes the Fog every year. 

   Encroaching. Tangled. Widespread and invasive. It’s everything that makes existing both bearable and totally fear and panic inducing. You hated it and hoped it would sort itself out before it consumed your entire being. 

   It was foolish to think it would be that easy.

   You were closest to Bill. You stayed near him campside, you talked to him the most- hell, maybe the Entity knows this, because she seems to always put the two of you into trials with one another. It’s two fold- a blessing and a curse. He always tries to protect you. Always. But… you hate that you can’t do as much in return.

   Bill is so much stronger than you in every aspect: he’s not just a survivor, but a fighter. He fights for not just himself, but everyone. How can you not admire him…? 

   Or love him?

You try to keep up. To impress him. To show him everything that he’s taught you. But you just aren’t that strong. You’re scared. Weak. You are weak. You’ve told him as much. He looked at you and said you aren’t. 

   “You’re stronger than you think, kid. You’re scared? Yeah, all of us are. ‘n you never give up. That takes courage. Don’t be so tough on yourself.”

    You still feel those words, even after all this time. They give you strength. He gives you strength. You vainly hoped that you gave him similar strength. 

   Foolish is what it is. Bill gives care to everyone, but you can’t help but to feel… special. Even now, after he’s died on your behalf for God only knows how many times, he’s not distant or cold. Not spiteful. Not bitter. Just… Bill. Kinda pessimistic, but not quite nihilistic just yet. Able to lift you up and kick you in the ass without making you feel like you’re a useless piece of shit and that you’re wasting his time. Just caring old Bill. 

   Just Bill… 

   “Sure you’re alright? Keep on staring at nothin’...” He gently places a hand on your shoulder. 

   Oh shit… 

   You were staring. 

   You look away. 

   “...fine…” You didn’t mean to shrug his hand off. You regretted it immediately. Bill didn’t show any hurt or bother from your cool demeanor. You set your jaw and focused on your breathing. You can’t let it show… 

   He can’t know. He can never know. Ever. Not anyone, especially him. If Bill were to ever find out the truth-

   “Never really talk much out time outside of here, do ya?” You look over at him.

   “Bad times? Or times you can’t remember?”

   Oh. 

   The question flustered you. He took note and quickly added.

   “‘s okay, you know? Things are all fucked for most of us. Maybe all of us… Sorry, kid. Just… noticed you’re walled up. Nothin’ wrong with that, ‘course, just… pokin’ where I shouldn’t, ‘supose.”

  That’s not true…

   “No… it’s not…” You hesitate. Bill looks awkward. 

   Great. Awkward. Again. Good job, idiot…

   “Even I can’t remember much of when shit was…” He trailed off. Bill never went out and said it, but from what you’ve pieced together, his last day on Earth as he knew it… wasn’t the Earth he knew at all. 

   Hell. He was already in Hell. He traded one for another. 

   “But at least I’m not alone, here… Thought that was it: would die alone and in battle. Right where I belong…”

   No, it’s not true. He doesn’t belong there. He doesn’t belong here! Do any of you…?

   “I hope it wasn’t for nothin’... That’s all I want. Just don’t want it to… be for nothin’...” Bill’s voice trailed off as he fell uncharacteristically silent. 

   Some came here and don’t remember how. Somewhere familiar one moment, in another forgien place the next. Some remember faintly what had happened. Like a dream- a nightmare. Flashes of bad things in the Fog. A rare few remember everything. Bill remembered, and he never really told. No, he didn’t tell at all. Not to anyone, not even to you. 

   Familiar faces, human faces, rotting faces. Permanent grins on their faces. Snarling and growling. Laughing. All laughing. It was one big fucking joke. All of it. His life, his struggles, his everything- Just a joke. Left behind. No, they didn’t want to, but he did. Couldn’t end any other way. Stayed behind. God, please let them live… 

   Tired. So very, very tired. 

   You wished you could do more. He forced a smile and asked the others if they made it out. You didn’t hear the details. You didn’t care. The exhaustion and devastation was still clear on his face. Thinking of the past… There is no future here. From what you’ve seen… You shake your head. No, there is nothing. 

   Nothing.

   Your stomach twists whenever Bill shows clear affections towards the other survivors.

   Jealousy… 

There’s nothing to it. It’s… just the right thing to do. We’re all stuck here… Still you grit your teeth and hide your emotions. 

   Imagine if he knew. 

You turn your head to the side so you won’t see. Your heart pounded in your chest and your blood rang in your ears. Irrational. Selfish. You are so selfish…

   “Fuck, marry, or kill?” 

   You weren’t interested. 

   Kate posed the question to some survivors sitting nearby. 

   “Oh God, you can’t be serious…” Meg cringes in disgust. 

   “Go on, Meg! You first!” Kate laughed, nudging her with her leg. She shook her head. 

   “Uh, how’s about Dwight, instead?” She playfully shook his shoulder. 

   “Huh-?” He wasn’t paying attention either. Dwight readjusts his slipping glasses as Kate rolls her eyes.

   “C’mon! Fuck, marry, or kill: The Clown, Ghostface and the Demogorgon!”

   Everyone, including you, couldn’t hide your snickers as he looked simply aghast. All the choices were fucking horrific. You idly listen in, not keen to participate, but still bored enough to engage at least a little bit. 

   Dwight cleared his throat and fiddled with his broken watch. His face was red, and after a few seconds he threw his arms up in a “What the fuck am I supposed to say?!” sort of gesture. Or breakdown. More like a breakdown. 

   “No. How’s about NO? I’ll fuck, marry and kill myself if those are the only options!” Everyone laughed. You chuckled, but then your mind started to drift. 

   Married… 

   Felix fiddled with the ring on his finger. Absentmindedly. No expression on his face. Bill sat next to him. 

   “Married or divorced.”

   “...uh, probably divorced now, I suppose.”

   Bill couldn’t help but to laugh. Felix chuckled mirthlessly himself. It’s all any of us can do to not break down and cry. Felix looked to Bill. 

   “Married or divorced?”

   “It’s complicated.” 

   Felix sucked his teeth. Yeah, complicated. It’s always complicated. He nods in understanding. They “shoot the shit” as Bill would say. Talk about their wives, any children. Other family. Reminisce. Some tears were shed on Felix’s part, but Bill gave him a hardy slap on the back and made no other note of it. 

   Wives. Children. Married. Family. 

   Your stomach twists so hard you need to leave, lest you vomit on the spot. 

   Who can you talk to about… this? It’s impossible to focus with the gnawing feeling deep inside of you. Even as your life is at stake. Lines are blurred, and nothing that should matter does matter anymore. Death doesn’t soothe your troubles in the slightest. Numbing fear does nothing for you. The fear of the hunt is nothing in comparison to the fear of rejection that burned in your chest. 

   Maybe Felix…? No, that’s fucking stupid. 

   You walked back by yourself, not bothering to wait for the others to return first. You need to think. Think… 

   Kate? Shit, she’d tell everyone… 

   You pick at your nails, stomach doing flips as you breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Maybe you will vomit this time… 

   Is anyone else married…? No, most didn’t even attempt romantic relationships before all… this. Then who…?

   Bill. 

   You stopped walking and stared at your feet. Huh, one of your shoes is untied… You don’t want to acknowledge the way your heart leapt to your throat or how your hands trembled as you struggled to work your fingers or keep your hands steady as you- you-

   What the fuck am I doing? 

   You leave it and rush back to camp. 

   It’s literally the stupidest idea I’ve ever had… 

   Bill returns, but you don’t rush to him. You need to prepare. Need to think. Don’t freak out… just stay cool… Cool… 

   You clear your throat as you approach him. “Hey, uh, can I borrow you for a sec? Bill?”

   Oh what the FUCK-?

   He turns to look at you and smiles. Smiles… “Yeah, ‘course, kid.”

   Your smile doesn’t match his, but he either doesn’t notice or says nothing. You lead him away from the camp. Not too far, just enough to gain at least some privacy.

   At least, you hope it’s far enough… 

   “What is it, kid?” He relieved some of the pressure on his bad knee by leaning against a tree. You swallowed thickly.

   “Haa… Well, it’s kind of awkward, but…” Bill quirked an eyebrow and tapped off some ash from his cigarette. 

   This was a mistake. 

   “I’m t-trying to be a good friend, right? And… uh, one of them, well…” You swallowed thickly and stepped a little closer. Your heart slammed against your chest. 

   “Just between us, right?” You couldn’t quite look at him. No, you couldn’t look at all. You aren’t confessing. You aren’t- 

   “‘Course, ‘course. You got my word. So then…?” Bill was curious. He looked directly at you, but you couldn’t meet his gaze in the slightest. Hmm… 

   “I- erm- So they, right? They… have feelings for someone, but… it’s really complicated.” You lean against a tree and look forwards. Bill does the same, listening intently. 

   “I don’t know what advice to give them…” 

   “...gonna give any details, er…?”

   Oh fuck. 

   “Y-Yeah, yeah. Sorry… You see… They have f-feelings for someone, but… they are still married.” 

   Wow. You just… You just said it. You said it! In your peripheral vision, Bill nods thoughtfully. 

   “Right, right… Feelings for a married man… That’s a tough position to be in, without a doubt.” He was confident in his way of talking. Completely unbothered. The faintest of hopes began to bloom inside of you. 

   “Sure, I guess that’s a bit… uh- what’s the word…- taboo? But yeah, you feel how ya feel, ‘suppose.” He shrugged as he flicked off some ash with a tap of his finger. You listened with bated breath.

   “Homewreckin’ ain’t no funny business, but keeping shit like that inside’ll kill a person for sure.” Bill nods to himself. You’re on the verge of having a panic attack, but manage to keep a cool, neutral face on the exterior.

   Are you fucked? What would he think of you, of all people, being a ‘homewrecker’...? 

   “There’s somethin’ I learned while living my life: you can bottle shit up all you want, but it’s gonna explode sooner than later. So, the best thing that ya can do is just… climb as high as you can go and scream your problems as loud as ya can! Shoutin’ really does help with just about any kind of stress, ya know?” Bill laughs. It comes from deep within his chest and crinkles the corners of his eyes. 

   Scream it as loud as you can… 

   Bill’s view on someone pining after a married man surprised you. Really, you expected him to be angry, disgusted, even. But he was… rather tempered. Scream your problems as loud as you can… Your face heats up. You could never! R-Right…? He’s not piss and vinegar about this subject, but he’s also giving this advice thinking it’s about someone else! Maybe it would be different if he knew it was about him… 

   “The truth’ll always come out eventually. Trust me, learned that one the hard way, heh…” Bill chuckled, flicking away his burnt out cigarette. 

   “It always comes out, so best tell that friend of yours to get it all out while there’s still time to do so. Shit’s so FUBAR here, who knows what the fuck’s gonna happen in the next five seconds, let alone next five minutes, or even hours or days…” He trails off quietly, lost in thought. He’s thinking about other things. Other places, likely other people… 

   Bill’s right. He’s right, just like he always is. You really only have one small window of opportunity to get all this out before it’s too late. None of you know how anything works here, in the Entity’s realm. She could take you, or anyone else away at any given moment, and that would be it! You’d never get this off your chest. It would eat you from the inside out… 

   The truth will always come out… 

   You set your jaw. If it’s going to come out anyways, then…! 

   You steel your nerves. Even though your palms sweat and your stomach drops to your feet, you know you have to just… say it. You cough, but BIll doesn’t quite acknowledge you. 

   Oh fuck. 

   You couldn’t hear your own thoughts over your heart pounding in your ears. Say it. Say it. Say it. Just… say it! 

   “H-Hey, Bill… I-”

   The Fog envelops you and leaves you winded and disoriented. Now you are standing by a fire, but not the campfire. Bill is still to your right, but Felix and Kate are to your left. Oh. 

   Fuck.

   “Well THAT was a bit rude!” Kate said dramatically. Bill chuckles a little, and Felix looks a little tired. 

   “W-Well… I was g-going to say ‘I think we should head back’ but I guess the Entity decided otherwise… heh…” You laugh nervously. Sweat beaded on your brow. 

   You’ve made a terrible mistake. 

   Backwater Swamp. The Pale Rose… 

   The smell is something you’ll never grow accustomed to. It’s… foul. You crouch behind a rotten log and gather your senses. 

   You are alone, for the moment. You can see the Pale Rose from where you are crouched, but no killer or other survivors yet. Wait- 

   Mud sucks tightly against moving feet. Raspy, gurgling breath makes the hairs on your body stand on end. You hear a brief silence, then precise movement in the mud, before the dragging, sloshing movement resumes. 

   Hag. Great. Fuck. 

   Your mind swam with your previous conversation with Bill. You carefully walked while eyeing the ground, but… How are you supposed to focus like this…? You sink to your haunches and bury your face into your hands. Mud nearly reached your mid calf, nearly to your knees while hunched over like this. It smells sour and makes your already cramping stomach heave. 

   This won’t be your last trial. It probably wouldn’t be the last trial you have with Bill! R-Right…? No, of course! Panic squeezed your throat shut. You- You can’t just… tell him. You can’t! What if… what if he hates you?! But… what if he doesn’t…? 

   Kate screamed as she set off one of the Hag’s traps. You forced yourself to your feet and started to look for a gen. Selfish, useless- You don’t have time to be wallowing in self-pity! Bill’s here! You can’t just… give up! You have to go down swinging. Even if you die, you have to keep trying. Keep trying… 

   You can’t focus on the gen. 

   “FUCK-!” You kick it hard. It blows up in your face. It’s enough to make you laugh hysterically. Tears streamed down your face and choked you. If the Hag doesn’t kill you, then your heart sure will. You press your palms into your eyes, rubbing them hard. Something inside of you was on the verge of collapsing. 

   No, you can’t do this anymore. You can’t keep going on like this. You must tell him, even if he never wants to speak to you ever again. You can’t leave this to ‘what ifs’. Not this. You can’t. 

   You make your way to the Pale Rose. You have no idea of where Bill is, but you think he’ll be able to hear you if you were to shout from all the way up there… You were terrified, but a strange stillness washed over you. It was as though you had finally, truly, accepted your feelings and the possible consequences of you taking direct action. 

   Some crates give you just enough height to climb to the old steam boat’s roof. Crows scatter and caw, ultimately revealing your position, but… You don’t care. You gather your courage- all of it that remains- and prepare to do the stupidest thing you’ve ever done in your entire life. 

   You scan the bog for a familiar green jacket. No… no you don’t see him… Your heart was gripped in a vice. Your voice began to wither inside of you. You could just… step down and forget about it… Tears stung your eyes as hopelessness threatened to overtake you. Maybe that’s how it’s just going to be… you suffering in silence, but still by his side. Just within arms reach, but no closer…  You start to step down, when you spot him. 

   So close… So close he’s sure to hear you…! Hope reignited within you. With your inhibitions falling away, you take a deep breath and before you have the chance to change your mind, you scream at the top of your lungs:

   “BILL! I LOVE YOU!” 

   Even from this distance, you can see his facial expression immediately shift. Bill’s entire body language changes. It’s like he wants to do something, but can’t. He takes a step back, only to trigger one of the Hag’s traps. 

   There wasn’t time to react. She grabbed him and tore out a chunk of his jugular. Just like that. Bill, who was always alert, who was always the one protecting others, who always seemed to know how to avoid danger was just killed by inattentiveness. And it was all because of you. 

   You cried out in horror as the killer teleported away. 

   It took you no time at all to rush down there, but it was far too late. Bill was still clinging on, but only just. He didn’t immediately stop you from applying pressure to the wound. You were hysterical, screaming how you were sorry. That this was all your fault. 

   He grabbed your wrist and opened his mouth, but only blood gushed out with a wet, ragged cough. Bill’s grip is fleeting, but tightens to a nearly painful level. There was a look on his face that you’ve only seen a handful of times. Hard set, unmovable. It was the look he gave when facing threats. His expression softened minisculely as he released his final breath. 

   Bill’s blood was all over your hands. It was on your shirt, your pants- All over you. If you kept your mouth shut, this wouldn’t have happened. If you… just didn’t, then everything would have been okay… Why HIM?! Why not you?! 

   Instead of remaining unmoving and steadfast, he took a step back. He backed away from you. And that look on his face…

   You’ve ruined everything. You’ve ruined your friendship with the older man. His respect for you, his care… it’s all likely changed irreparably. Permanently  

   Perhaps he’ll never be able to look at you again… 

    It was a sick feeling that had enveloped you. This was exactly what the Entity wanted. All your hope, your feelings, the crushing realization- 

   The crows cawed in unison. Laughing. They are all laughing at you. Such a foolish child… There is no escaping the Entity in HER realms. Pain and suffering, hope and love- every fleeting, human things is HER’S for the taking. 

   Not even death will soothe your pain. It will not come this time, and you will be faced with the reckoning of your actions for the rest of forever. Such as it is here, where even the smallest of hopes can be corrupted into the most devastating loss of wills. How much longer until yours is forever broken? 

   SHE longs to watch the suffering and misery unfold before her. 

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[manuchyy]

a ZOEY X MALE READER fanfiction.

Genre: soft romance, fluff, comfort.

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, dark themes.

Synopsis: After a failed search rescue, you and your team make your back to camp to relax. You, however, are stopped by a certain lover girl and things go upside down from there.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took so long my love :( You know how things have been going but I tried my best with what I could have at my disposal. I'm not entirely happy with how this turned out but If I get the chance, I will remake or edit it to a better version! I hope this is of your liking, however. I promise to make you a better one in the future! Love youuu! Hope you are doing okay! Much love &lt;3

“As a matter of fact, I do not, Francis. You’re just stupid.” Zoey sighed.

“What? It was a good assumption!” Francis beamed, his arms going up in the air,

“Can you just shush Francis?” You asked, hope lingering in your voice.

Francis almost gasped in horror at your request, his arms, once in the air, now going back to his sides as his posture straightened. “Sure thing, Boss.But we will continue this debate!”

You sometimes wondered how you got into the current predicament. Well, easy answer to that, you thought. If only the virus hadn’t hit Philadelphia right as you were leaving for a vacation, you wouldn’t be walking through a forest, hungry, dirty and looking for a supposed survivor that might no longer be alive. You kept reminding yourself, the uniform you currently wore, didn’t matter anymore. It had once been a sign of honor and hope, and now, nothing past a bloody mess of green shades and rotten red.

The smell of death on your body made you gag, It had been days without a proper shower and river water won’t do the job as good, you thought. Although you had spent all these days dirty and bloody on remains of what were once breathing, living people like you, any type of cleaning for yourself was going to have to be done. Even with river water. 

You and your group of 4 had been walking through a forest as the result of an order from your camp. It was titled a safe haven for any survivors, mostly carriers, though. Carriers made part of the bigger percentage of survivors in the East Coast, while other people were taken out by other…bigger factors. CEDA lost control of the carriers, as did the military soon after and New Orleans only proved the facts right. The remaining survivors hid deep into the forests until communities and camps started to rise. Or fall.

The walk through the dense forest had been long, the sun almost hiding behind the tall oak trees, as its colors danced through the branches casting a beautiful yellow glow. 

“Hey uhm, (Y/N)? Should we head back?” Louis questioned, his eyes darting everywhere but on you.

You hummed in response. “Suppose we should, they are probably dead by now, ‘else we would’ve found them”

The group makes no objections, and you took that as the green flag to go back to the camp.Mission failed, we’ll get ‘em next time.

By the time you all reach the camp, the sun has set long and the moon has taken over, the dark sky as a makeshift blanket in the sky full of white sparkling stars shining up above. It wasn’t ideal, you personally didn’t mind but now, every little thing mattered. As quickly as when the order was given, the leader appears from one of the houses, his office, you remember, to welcome you all back in. His stature going over yours by an inch.

“Found ‘em?” He hoped, eyebrows frowned in anxiety.

You simply shook your head, the disappointment finally kicking in. You were tired, exhausted even, and it wouldn’t take long before you snapped into insanity from the lack of rest. It hurt your eyes as if a thousand nails dug into them, 

“I’m sorry” You apologized, head lowering slightly.

The leader, Samuel, sighed in defeat. “It’s alright son, you and your crew should go get some sleep, eat somethin’. I’ll take care of it.”

With a pat to your back, Samuel retreats to his office without another word. You could tell the leader was grateful for your hard work, but he had also been disappointed. You rubbed your eyes, dirt and blood mixing with its parts already on your face from earlier in the day, the smell at this point went past your brain as it likely didn’t function properly at this point due to lack of sleep.

You started to make your way back to your assigned house until you were stopped by a smaller hand on your arm, the grip significantly strong.

“Hey, wait. Can we talk?” Zoey asked, her brows frowned upwards as she muttered her sentence.

You contemplated on the idea, sure you were tired but Zoey was your girlfriend. She had seen you in your worst days since the two of you met,and you had seen hers. Especially after Bill’s passing. 

“Sure.” You agreed, swiftly taking her hand in yours as you two head to your house.

You two made small talk, got a few giggles and laughed out of one another before you two were forced to abruptly stop as another person made themselves present. The man had mischievous eyes, ones that immediately told you he was going to try something and that something was going to piss you off. Just what you needed, you thought.

Relationships were still quite new to you, it wasn’t entirely unknown, but you had your knowledge about the goods and bads when it came to one. One of which, being jerks who tried to flirt with your girl. 

“Hey beautiful, how’s your night?” The boy asked, his teeth making swift contact with his lip.

He made no effort to acknowledge you in the slightest, he simply acted as if you were never there. His hands on his jean pockets and that cool pose to appear bigger in authority. Typical.

“Uhm- I’m fine thanks?” Zoey muttered, quickly shooting you a desperate glance.

“You sure? You don’t sound fine. C’mon pretty girl, I can make your night better.” He smiled, hands going up to comb his hair back with his fingers.

You let it go too far. “Nah, you won’t do shit.” You were fuming. 

“Babe-” 

“Get the hell out of my way, dumbass. You never, ever dare talk like that to her again, you hear me?” You yelled at his face, accidentally spitting in the process. 

“And who are you man?!” 

“I’m her goddamn boyfriend!” You pushed him, making him fall to the ground. At this point you were pulled away by Zoey towards the house. She closed the door once the two of you were inside and kissed you, placing her hands on both sides of your head, caressing it. The kiss was deep and  passionate, the two of you moaned into it, pulling each other closer to one another.

Zoey pulls away, a string of saliva breaking between the two of you. “That was hot.”

You laugh with her, once again, just the two of you in peace. “I’m sorry- I kinda lost control, I just wanted to scare him.”

“And I’m sure you accomplished that.”

“Hope so.” You snorted.

Zoey smiled, quickly pulling you into an embrace. She squeezed you as if one of you let go, everything would disappear. She pulled you to the sofa and you two got into a comfortable position, the moment was nice, as nice as it could get in a virus outbreak.

You and Zoey had great chemistry, the two of you worked like a professional duo of criminals when fighting and everything was in proper order. Zoey always did her best to please you and you to please her, it just worked like that.

In the sofa, you caressed Zoey's cheek as she laid in your chest, your breathing making quick work to put the tired woman to sleep. You two stayed like that for a while, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.

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[vibingandsimping]

Hello!

I am quite sorry for those who follow me that I disappeared off the face of the earth for awhile.

I have been facing some health issues and a lot of personal shit (like the loss of a few pets). Thank you for those whom still follow me.

ANDDD. I am obsessed lately with Baldurs Gate 3. I am DYING to get some requests of the fandom!! It’s so dry with the fics lately and I yearn to serve. Also very willing to write for Resident Evil currently!

As an updated list… here are fandoms I will gladly write for and you can request!

Life is Strange

Left 4 Dead

Harry Potter

Skyrim: TES

Baldurs Gate 3

Obey Me! Shall we Date?

Resident Evil (all games)

Five Nights at Freddy’s

SpiderVerse

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+ many, many more… if you are unsure if I know of the franchise please send me an ask! I will update and add it to the list.

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[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Eight: Nice

Mentions of: Knives, threats, Frank being an asshole, and also the zombie apocalypse bcs Bill

A/N: Here’s another chapter for y’all

Tags: @prettycutebunny @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Once again, you awoke, thankfully with that horrible aching feeling gone, numbed down to the occasional dull pains in your body, and a heavy fatigue. You’re laying on a dirty old mattress, new bandages wrapped around your stomach, your tank top slightly raised above it. Someone must’ve changed them while you were asleep.

Where are you? Your memory’s a little fuzzy. The last thing you remember was fixing Susie up, helping her walk through the woods, then seeing that Ski Lodge and taking her there

“Well, look who’s finally up.” A familiar voice greeted. Sitting up, you looked in front of you, finding Frank, standing there.

He’s leaning up against the door frame, tossing his switchblade before flipping it around his hand. You move backward, a look of distrust crossing your face. “What the hell, were you watching me sleep?”

“Watch your tone, and no, I just got here a couple of minutes ago. I was waiting for you to wake up.” He warned, but his voice seemed softer and had less of a harsh edge to it like it normally does.

“What do you want from me?” You sat up straight, eyeing the door behind him. He’s blocking all of your exits, and you can’t help but feel trapped.

How can you trust him when he’s lied to you before? When all he’s done is kill you and insult you? You know he didn’t have a choice, but still, he doesn’t have to be such a prick all the time.

“Susie told us everything. The others are all out in trials right now, and she wanted to say Thanks, so…”

Everything? As in everything everything? Including the fact that you tried to kill her? You can’t help but feel like there’s something else Frank wants to say, something else he wants to do. Maybe hurt you for hurting one of his own, or something like that.

“That’s it?” You asked, still unsure if you should trust him. “Uhm, yeah? What else were you expecting?”

“Well, it seems like every time we talk, I end up dying. And you’re normally a lot more angry and stabby.” You told him.

He paused, looking up at you, before pulling the blade out. Slowly, he walked over to you, with the butterfly knife hovering over your face. He moved even closer, before gently tracing it down your cheek.

“That does sound fun, doesn’t it? Killing you again? Who knows, maybe the third time’s a charm, and you’ll actually stay dead.” He remarked coldly, and you glared at him, too tired to move. It wouldn’t be smart, anyways, he could cut your throat with the snap of his wrist.

Then, he pulled away, laughing hysterically. “You should’ve seen the look on your face. That was pure gold. I’m just fucking with you, babe. I’m not gonna kill you. Wouldn’t wanna upset Susie when we just got her back.”

“You’re a sadistic asshole, you know that?” You spat bitterly, getting to your feet, and preparing to leave. “Well, you’re not exactly a charmer yourself, doll.”

You scoffed, right about to storm off, when Frank grabs your arm, pulling you back. “Wait. Again, Thanks, from everyone.”

“I don’t get why you guys are so thankful. I mean, I tried to kill her.” You admitted, still feeling guilty about the whole situation.

“Well, yeah. You could’ve just left her there, but you didn’t. Even after everything she said that you were kind to her, and helped her calm down a bit. So, we’re good now.” He explained.

“Uh, no. I’m glad you guys are thankful or whatever, but I’m only good with Susie. I don’t trust the rest of you. Especially not you, oh no. You and I are not on good terms.” You told him, before tearing your wrist away from his grip and walking off.

“Noted. See you around, toots!”

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After a long and exhausting walk back to the campfire, you finally made it. You let yourself lay down and rest your head against the log, shutting your eyes and sighing.

“You look…rough.” A familiar voice said. Opening one eye, you spotted Bill, sitting on the log beside you. The familiar scent of cigarette smoke entered your nose, making it twitch slightly, but you couldn’t help but find it comforting.

You can’t believe how relieved you feel seeing him again. Plus, you can really use a smoke right now. “That’s a nice way of putting it. But yeah, I've had a long day. Are there even days here? You know what? I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, offering you a cigarette. Sitting up, you take it from him, letting him light the cigarette with his own.

“Not really…I kinda had to see some shit from the past that I didn’t want to see. And I had to see it from another perspective, which made it all worse. Like, at the moment, you think you’re doing the right thing, but seeing how you affect others it just…messes you up.”

He nodded with a solemn look on his face. He agreed. You’re sure he’s had his fair share of traumatizing experiences too, especially since he was in the military.

“You served, right? Was it the Vietnam war? Or- You don’t have to answer if you don’t want-”

“Don’t worry about it kid, and yeah, I did.” He replied. “My grandfather served during the Vietnam war, and my Dad did too. I think my grandfather also served during World War II, and the Korean War too. Hey, maybe you knew them.”

He reminds you a lot of your grandfather, and you have a good feeling you remind him of someone too. Maybe that’s why you get along so well.

He grinned, letting out a soft chuckle. “I hate to break it to you, kid, but I don’t think we’re from the same place.”

“Really? Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow, a curious look on your face.

“Well, where I’m from, things have all gone to shit.” Was all he said in response, piquing your curiosity.

“Oh come on, you’ve got to be more specific than that. Is the world ending or something? Nuclear warfare? The zombie apocalypse?” His expression changed at that, making you realize.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed, sitting straight up, an excited look on your face, much more energetic than once before. “Shhh, keep your voice down.”

“Okay, okay. But you’ve gotta tell me some stories sometime.”

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[salstray]

Luck of the Draw - part 2

Ghost x fem!Reader - Left 4 Dead/Cod AU

This story is written in first person. I understand that some people don't like first person reader inserts, so if you are one of them, please just keep on scrolling! And if the thought of a left 4 dead/cod au sounds fun, but this one doesn't appeal to you? Feel free to write your own! Or request it from a favorite author, as long as they are open for requests and au ideas~

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Warnings: A little bit of angst, I suppose, but not really. Just a vague mention of past abuse and a lack of trust on the MC's part pointed towards the boys. Also no zombies yet, but I PROMISE they will be there in the next part- This won't just be an apocalypse au, I swear it!

Words: 2.4K!

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Part 1 // part 3 will be linked here when its posted!

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We moved in a line. Soap up front, me in the middle, Ghost behind us. I wasn’t a super fan of having tall, dark, and British behind me at all times, but I convinced myself through an internal argument that it was better than being exposed. At least if a Jockey or something managed to sneak up on us that meant it would jump on his back instead of mine. 

Our trip lasted all day. Heading almost directly southeast, keeping the steadily setting sun just to the right of our path. Soap and Ghost were dead silent the entire time and I didn’t try to take up the mantle of conversationalist in their absence. Ghost probably would have yelled at me that I was distracting them and I didn't want to see if Soap had a mean streak hidden behind that smile. 

It was only once the sun started to slip down over the tops of the distant trees, out of sight, that the guys decided it was time to stop for the night. 

“Better not to get caught outside after dark,” Soap muttered as Ghost took the lead of our pack, nudging open the door to a little pizza place. It was completely silent inside, with no broken windows and no visible corpses. Looked like it had probably been closed when everything went down. 

“Seems pretty untouched,” I whispered, glancing down the street, in the one direction we’d seen some infected about twenty minutes ago. It was surprisingly empty of them down this road, which set me on edge. “Think we’ll find food inside?” 

“Might. If not Ghost and I will share what we got,” Soap replied quietly, his eyes trained on Ghost’s back as he slipped into the kitchen with his gun raised. 

“Clear,” he called. “Soap, check the bathrooms. There’s a freezer door back ‘ere I’ll poke into.” He turned to pin me with his eyes. “You, keep back.” 

He didn’t have to tell me twice. 

The place ended up being empty. Not even a blood stain to be seen. The freezer was broken, clearly, and everything that was perishable had long since perished, but there were a few canned things that had lasted through the apocalypse that we shared between the three of us. Ghost didn’t take his mask off to eat. Just lifted it up so it didn’t block his mouth and stared right back at me as I stared at the scar that cut through his lips. Maybe before all this I’d have cared more about how that made me look, how that made him think I was, but the end of the world had a funny way of reshuffling your fears and anxieties. 

Once our lovely dinner was done and over with, the remaining food slipped away for the future, Ghost told Soap and I to get some sleep, then stepped out into the dining room to keep watch for the night. Soap propped himself up against the wall by the freezer door, his gun in his lap, and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I chose to curl up in the corner along the same wall as him, with my knees tucked into my chest and my hands folded under my head. 

My eyes didn’t close, however. Instead they kept staring out into the darkness, towards the dining room door. Towards where Ghost was. It sounded like Soap was asleep. He was breathing deeply and hadn’t moved in a while, but I still didn’t really trust these two. 

Neither of them had shown any signs of possible betrayal and everything they had done only reinforced the idea that they were actual military men. Yet there was still that little hint of doubt at the back of my mind. That one instinct that told me to keep my guard up, my mind active, my eyes open. I trusted them to keep me safe from the zombies, but I knew the only thing that would keep me safe from them was myself. 

I dozed off a few times. Never fully fell asleep, jerked awake at every rush of wind or creak of the building, but still. It was better than nothing. I probably would have gotten better sleep if I’d still been in that attic. My plan had been to stay there for a few days. Deal with the hunger for as long as I could, rest up, then search the suburbs for anything that might have been left behind by the families there. 

Halfway through the night, Ghost stepped back through the door and I instantly pushed myself up so I was sitting, my eyes wide, fearing that something had gone wrong. 

He didn’t say anything though. Not to me. His eyes danced over to me in the darkness, but he just walked right over to Soap and nudged him in the leg with his boot. Soap breathed deep, his eyes opening easily as he tilted his head back to look up at his partner.

“My turn?” he asked softly. Ghost nodded and Soap nodded back before he pushed himself to his feet. He also spared me a glance, smiling when he spotted me sitting up and staring at them. “Go back to sleep. Just switching the watch, is all.” 

Soap stalked out of the room, looking completely awake, and Ghost slid down the wall to take the same position as Soap. 

After a moment of hesitation, I curled back up on my side, falling back into the silence of the night.

Ghost didn’t let it linger between us long.

“Haven’t slept a wink, have you?” He whispered. His voice carried through the room with ease, making me flinch as it hit my ears. I shifted a bit on the floor. The urge to roll to my other side was strong, but I wasn’t willing to put my back to the room to relieve the ache in my limbs. 

“No.” 

He grunted. Then spoke again. “Should try to.” 

“Have been.” 

“Try harder.” 

I lifted my head, just enough so he could turn and see how my face was twisted in annoyance. 

“Bastard,” I hissed.

To my surprise, his eyes scrunched and his shoulders shook and I heard him chuckle. He didn’t seem the kind to laugh easily, but of course getting a rise out of me would do it. Ghost didn’t say anything else and I settled back on the floor a few seconds later. The urge to snap at him again was strong, yet I managed to ignore it. 

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“So how long have you been out here alone, lass?” Soap asked, his fingers idly drumming against the handguard of his rifle. 

We were walking along a road. One side was lined sparsely with trees and the other was nothing but a rotting cornfield. It was open and windy and apparently the perfect time to start interrogating me about my past. Soap was to my left and Ghost was a few paces behind us both, his eyes scanning the fields around us. Every now and then we passed an empty car, but besides that it was completely barren. 

“Pretty much since the beginning of all this,” I replied with a shrug. “My family always liked to talk a big game about what we’d do if zombies ever hit, but the second they did, it all fell apart. I was home alone. Everyone else was at work… I said they were dead, but honestly, I have no idea what happened to any of them… I stayed home for a few days after everything went wrong, though, so I figure if they didn’t try to come get me…,” I shrugged again and Soap’s face looked grim. “Went out on my own when looters turned up and started threatening me.” 

“Sorry, lass,” he muttered.

“Don’t be, they were an abusive bunch of assholes anyway.” Soap’s brows raised suddenly and he glanced at Ghost over his shoulder. “I don’t miss any of them.” 

“Not one?”

“Not. One.” 

“Well… guess that’s a bright side, then,” he said, scoffing.

“Mhm. What about you? What’s your sob story?”

Soap shook his head at me. “No story to sob over. My family’s tucked away on base in the UK. I wasn’t working when this all went down, but was called up pretty fast once things got rollin’. Got 'em safe, then got called in.” I nodded a few times, a smile curling at my lips. 

“That’s good to hear. What about you, Ghost?” I asked, turning to walk backwards a few paces so I could look at him while I spoke. “What’s your whole deal?”

Soap’s brows raised again and he glanced back towards Ghost yet again as his dark eyes turned on me. No one spoke for a short while. I kept walking backwards, thankful that this road was smooth and there weren’t any cracks or bumps for me to trip and eat shit over. 

“Don’t have one.” 

“A deal or…?”

“Family.” 

“Because of the zombies?”

“No.” 

“Why the mask?”

“Lass-” Soap started, the warning clear in his tone. “Don’t.” 

Ghost didn’t offer anything else but a set of narrowed eyes, so I took Soap’s advice and turned back around to continue our walk in silence.

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We were still on the road when night fell. There were no buildings in sight and no signs of any zombies, but Ghost and Soap still didn’t want to be out in the open, so we stopped just after the sun fell below the horizon, when we found a big van that could fit us all while keeping us out of sight. 

It had a big enough space in the back to fit us all on the floor. Not comfortably. However comfort wasn’t the worry, at least not for the guys. 

It wasn’t what I was worried about either, to be fair. What I was worried about was the fact that they wanted to keep me in the middle of our sleep pile. 

“Why?” 

“You’ll be safer there and I don’t think I’d survive too much longer if I woke up snuggled up on Ghost,” Soap said with a laugh. 

“And what makes you think I want you snuggled up on me?” I almost snarled, snapping him out of his humorous mood. His eyes flickered down to my hands, where I was gripping my gun like a lifeline, then over to Ghost, a frown pulling at his lips. 

“I didn’t mean anything by it, lass,” he said, sounding serious for the first time since I’d met him. “Swear it. All hands will be kept to themselves.” My eyes narrowed at him. “It’s just to keep you safe. Ghost and I are used to this sort of thing, even before the outbreak, we’ve done this a thousand times with people we’ve been tasked to keep out of the line of fire.” 

I still wasn’t convinced.

“How ‘bout this,” Ghost said, stepping up beside me. I flinched when he reached forward and my eyes widened when I realized he was offering me a knife. “You keep this close. In hand. Guns won’t be any use in such close quarters, so if we do anything that makes you feel threatened, give us a new hole, alright?”

That was a little more reassuring… I still wasn’t completely happy about the set up, but the sun was gone and the light was fading fast and the closing darkness felt more like it was pressuring me about my choice than anything else. So, with a quiet sigh, I nodded and took the knife from Ghost. 

Then I crawled into the back of the van and was quickly squished between the both of them. 

Neither of them planned on keeping watch that night. Since we were in such an open space with no threats in sight, they figured it was best for them to both catch up on sleep while things were clear. I had hoped to do the same, since I hadn’t slept even a little bit the night before. I was finding it difficult to drift off, however.

It was just fear keeping me awake. Pure fear. 

The knife Ghost gave me was clutched in my left hand, which was resting against my chest. On my back, I had Soap’s back pressed into my left arm and Ghost’s shoulder touching the right, giving me no room to worm away. Maybe I would have if Ghost wasn’t on his back, but he seemed to like sleeping like a vampire with his hands folded over his stomach, so…

“Relax.” I flinched at the sound of his voice and turned to stare at Ghost through the shadows, my grip tightening on the hilt of his knife. “I know you don’t trust us, but we aren’t gonna hurt you. Aren’t gonna touch you.” 

He could say whatever he wanted, but words were words. They didn’t mean jack shit in the end of it all. 

“Why didn’t you just let me go to the base myself?” I whispered back to him. 

“Told you why.” 

“I survived fine enough on my own up until then.”

“Couldn’t risk lettin’ your luck run out.”

“Thought it was just luck that kept me alive this long?”

“It's just luck that’s kept any of us alive through all this.” I couldn’t really argue with that. Zombies were bad enough. The rapid mutations only made it worse. Luck really was a big part of it, that was just a fact. “Try and get some sleep. We move out at sunrise.” 

Ghost turned away from me after that, facing the roof of the van as his eyes fell closed. Less than a minute later he was breathing deeply and evenly and I allowed myself to loosen my grip on the knife. Just a little. 

Neither of them moved in their sleep. All they did was breathe. They didn’t even snore, which was almost weird, but then I thought about how they were military. Probably used to falling asleep whenever they could, wherever they could. Having to be quick and quiet about resting in dangerous places. It was a skill I wish I’d gained through all this. I’d always had trouble falling asleep, even when I was exhausted, like I was now. If I didn’t manage to calm myself down and let myself rest for at least a little while tonight, I’d be a walking liability and luck would get us nowhere. 

I took a deep breath, letting my eyes close lightly. Then I took another and risked rolling over onto my right side, putting my back against Soap’s and facing Ghost. I kept the knife in my hand and rested my fist next to my head, trying to keep my breathing steady, trying to relax myself enough that I could sleep.

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have a lovely day!

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Rules For Yandere Masterlists And Stories

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Sup everyone, I want to make a few things clear before I post any of my materlists or anything for that matter.

Please note that I'm not trying to be mean, rude or offensive to anyone here. I have my reasons for why many of the rules exist below and I hope you guys can understand that.

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1. Any Masterlist or story marked as 18+ is off limits to anyone underage. If I find out you're reading any of my 18+ stuff and you're underage, you're getting blocked.

I don't care if you think you'll be able to handle it. I don't care if you have read or seen worse, if I somehow find out by any means you're under the age of 18 and have been reading my 18+ stuff, you will be immediately blocked.

You're free to read any of the other Yandere Masterlists or stories that don't have the 18+ mark. There will be plenty enough of those for you to enjoy.

Here's a very simple and easily understandable example:

(Masterlist 18+) Not allowed to read if you are under the age of 18. Minors do not interact or you will be blocked.

(Masterlist) No 18+ mark means you're allowed to read whether or not you are 18. You won't be blocked.

It's as simple as that.

If you're currently following me or are planning to then please have you're age stated on your bio. I will have to block you if you don't.

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2. Yes I do take requests and the reader can be any gender.

Request aren't open right now but I will eventually announce when they are. I just wanna get all my stories and masterlist out first.

Here are the rules for requesting:

1. You may request anonymously just please make sure to state your age as I want to make sure no one underage is trying to ask for +18 stuff. I refuse to take a request if I don't know the age, sorry but I just want to be careful.

2. You can decide how you want a oneshot to be written by giving me details, choose what type of headcanons you want soft or whatever you prefer and suggest whatever scenarios comes to mind.

4. No "Child Character x Reader" or "Character x Child Reader" unless it's completely platonic. You'll be immediately blocked and reported if you request anything sexual or romantic between an adult and child.

5. I do take requests for yaoi and yuri. "Male x Male" and "Female x Female", you get the point.

6. I don't mind sexual themes but those are only for 18+ readers to request.

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What I write for:

Oneshots

Headcanons

Scenarios

Imagines

Games:

God Of War

Hades

Devil May Cry

Bayonetta

Resident evil

Silent Hill

The Evil Within

FAITH: The Unholy Trinity

Doom Eternal

Scorn

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

Dead By Daylight

Far Cry

Red Dead Redemption

Tekken

Mortal Kombat

Killer Instinct

Blaze Blue

Skullgirls

(Will update more later on.)

Anime/Manga:

Dorohedoro

Chainsaw Man

Devilman Crybaby

Hellsing

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust

Castlevania

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Dragon Ball Z

Record Of Ragnarok

The Way Of The House Husband

(Will update more later on.)

Horror Genres:

Slasher Horror

Cosmic Horror

Body Horror

Folk Horror

Gothic Horror

Psychological Horror

Supernatural/Paranormal Horror

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What I absolutely will not write for: (Most definitely will get you immediately blocked and/or reported if you request or even ask for any of this.)

Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Vorarephilia and Zoophilia.

Incest.

No requesting "x reader" stuff with real life serial killers.

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That's mostly it for now but I'll come back and update this a bit more later. Please follow the rules here, like I said before I don't want to start any fights or have to start blocking people over this.

So please just stick with the rules and I'm sure we can all have a good time.

Thanks for reading and I'll see you guys soon.

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