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#zr 5am
raggedlyshorn · 2 years
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im reentering my zombies run era
[I.D. a page of black and white doodle of Sam Yao and Runner 5. My Runner 5 has wavy shoulder length hair held back with a bandanna and a 5 tattoo on their shoulder. The doodles include Five holding a crate of radishes and saying "I busted my ass for these radishes", Five sitting on the floor, Five and Sam standing next to each other looking off to the right side of the page, Five leaning to the side saying "I may be stupid" and Sam and Five holding each other close.]
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nokkiart · 2 years
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I think about the "Study in Ichor" AU Sam and Five a lot more than I probably should. I have enough headcanons to write a novel... >.<’‘‘
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runnerfiveready · 8 days
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It's been a long day for Sam and Five </3
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In that one S4 Mission
Sam: Why do you have an annoying reporter with you?
Five, with Ian’s rat ass: Maxine and I found him in a dumpster lol.
Ian: *starts to speak*
Sam: Ew put him back.
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drowsystarlight · 1 year
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Doodled a flustered radio man before bed (it’s 3am unfortunately)
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enbeast · 3 days
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my personal version of 5am (and five and sams relationship in general) is very horsegirl and very dangerous wild horse
five is the very powerful and fast but very unridable borderline wild horse that trampled someone into the hospital when they tried to put a saddle on them and sam is the girl (gender neutral) carefully feeding them sugar cubes to gain their trust while everyone is like wow ive never seen that horse warm up to someone so quick
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runner5anna · 4 months
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Christmas Cactus
Heyo @kodessa ! I am your ZR secret Santa. Here is a festive fic for you.
Thank you @notforconsumption and @delucadarling for organising this !
It's Christmas day in Able township. It's icey, it's cold, it's not very festive. But, Sam is quite determined to at least make something warm out of the bad day.
There is no spoilers, its SFW but there is discussions of grief and cussing. Also cringe pick up lines.
"Shit!" Bellowed Sam, along with a cacophony of clattering coming from downstairs. Five sucked a lungful of cold air in, kicking the many layers of blankets off of her, grabbed the knife from under the bedside table and ran downstairs. She shoved open the door, shouting “who the hell is there?” and slashing at the air. Her chest heaved with adrenaline and fatigue. The cold air pressed on her bare feet, and her pyjama trousers were halfway up her legs. 
‘Uh - just me?” Answered Sam. He was hunched over the side, which was covered in cocoa powder and parts of a mug. The forest green hoodie he wore to bed was covered in water. “Wait - is that another knife, 5? I thought we talked about this. You don’t need to keep knives under the bed side table.” 
5 grinned and placed it down on the side. “I don’t know what you mean.” She slid it into the drawer, intending to pick it up later. “Need a hand?”
“No - I think I’m ok.” he sighed. He picked up his foot, inspecting it closely. “I stubbed my toe and dropped the pink mug. I found the cocoa powder at the bottom of the drawer in the comms shack. Happy Christmas, I guess?” he sighed, dusted the reminisce of the brown powder off the base of his foot, and placed it down - deciding that it wasn’t broken, just sore. “I wanted to surprise you.” 
“Oh shit - that day already?” 5 ran her hands up her face, pressing her palms into her eyes. She really needed a shower. Her face felt slick with sweat and grime from the night. Maybe she’d treat herself later to a lukewarm one. 
“Yeah. Snuck up on me too. I looked at the clock on the computer last night and it was the 24th! I wanted to surprise you with some hot cocoa but I pigged that one up pretty badly.” He sniffled, and the tears welled like little gems in the corner of his large brown eyes.  
“Oh - bless your heart, Sammy. You’re too kind for this world.” 5 opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug. He placed his bristled chin on her head and sighed, relaxing into her touch. “You didn’t have to do that for me.” 
“I know. I’m the best.” He grinned. “But - I wanted to. So I did.” He pulled away from 5 and picked up the brush from the side. “I need to clean up. Snow isn’t brown. Unless it's mixed with mud. Or zombie parts. But I suppose I’d quite like chocolate snow.” 
“How’s about I make us hot chocolate with what we have left over? And we can do…” Five pressed her tongue against her teeth in thought. “...festive things.” 
“What can we do? Really?” 
5 lent down to scoop up some more powder back into the pot. If she grabbed a collider, she could at least filter out some of the dust. It was salvageable at least - and there wasn’t much of this stuff left in the world so they should at least treasure it. Somewhat disgusting, yes, but it was the apocalypse. If you could be disgusting, it was now. It would be good for her immune system development, her mother would say. “I’m not actually sure. It’s not like we have a big dinner we can make or gifts.”
“Janine has given us the day off - for those that want it.” 
“I might head out eventually, then.” 
Sam slowly turned around, and pleaded. “Please don’t. It’s -6. It’s freezing. The ground is solid. You’ll slip. Plus it’s Christmas. Let’s just have a day together - It’s been too long.” 
5 pulled a hair from the powder. It was short, brown and blunt - one of Janine’s. Her hair managed to get everywhere. It was a nice reminder that she was there somewhere - a dependable figure even in the hardest of times. “I don’t know what we can do, really.” she tutted. “We don’t even have a tree.” 
Sam gave a little gasp, and quickly shuffled over to the window where he held up Cedrick the Cactus. He was a medium sized fluffy plant - whose fuzz were actually tiny spines which Sam found out rather painfully. 5 wasn’t quite sure why she grabbed it off of the shelf, but she didn’t regret it. He kept 5 and Sam entertained, and it gave them something to talk about outside of the insanity of work, how tired they were and whoever had died recently. 
“Let’s decorate Cedrick!” 
“Won’t I be pulling spines out of your hand for the next week again?” 
“No.” He pouted. “Get your crochet, I’ll get a pen and paper. Let’s make some Christmas clothes for him. It will be fun!” 
5 felt her belly rise with giggles that Sam could only bring from her. He was a ray of sunshine - everything good in the world. When 5 was with Sam, she felt like the best version of herself, like the world was lighter and the breeze was fresher. Her heart fluttered and her cheeks began to flush with how much she realised she was smiling. 
“Let me go get dressed and I’ll be with you.” 
“Ah ah ah!” Sam grabbed her hand, gently pulling her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Absolutely not. No one gets dressed before midday on Christmas.” 
“If you say so. But I need a shower later. I’ll get dressed then.” 
“I’ll give you one of my shower tokens. My treat.” 
“Don’t you need them?” 
“Nah. I’m clean enough. And I don’t go running multiple times a week. They’re upstairs, I think in my jeans pocket.”
“My crochet is upstairs as well - I’ll grab them on the way. And who knows. If I’m feeling generous later I’ll let you share the shower later.” 5 purred as she slunk out of the room, leaving Sam blushing a deep shade of beetroot red. 
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5 plodded down the stairs, still in their faded plaid pyjamas as promised, crochet hooks and wool in hand. She turned into the kitchen to see Sam was doodling, colouring and shading. He held the paper happily up - on it was a bundle of red berries and green leaves. “Mistletoe!” he announced proudly. “You know what that means?” 
“No.” Five teased, leaning across the table. She softly held his gaze. Usually, Sam’s eyes darted everywhere, like he was avoiding eye contact with everyone while gaining as much information around him as possible. In moments like this, his eyes - beautiful pools of watercolour brown - held steady and calm. 
“It means you-” he poked 5 on the nose with the paper. “-have to give me a kiss.” 
“Ugh. If you insist.” 5 joked. She placed her hand on the base of Sam’s neck, pulling him across the table and into a kiss. It was deep and long, as the two relaxed into each other. 5 inhaled a smell she’d grown to love so much of marmite, washing powder and ink. Before he pulled away, Sam nuzzled their noses together, grinning from ear to ear. 
“Thank you.” He whispered.
“You’re welcome.” 
“I love you.” 
“I love you too.” Five sat down, pulling up a chair and setting her crochet on the table. “What do you think I should make?” 
“A little scarf, or a hat maybe. I think a tiny scarf will be easier. If your hand starts to hurt you can help me with the decorations.” 
“All right.” Five started with a quick slip not, starting to make the first chain. “I always feel a little startled when I need to relax. I’m always so on edge that when I set time aside to be quiet and have time to myself I’m always waiting for the proverbial hat to drop.” 
Sam hummed in agreement. “It is hard to relax now isn’t it? With the grey wandering outside the walls and regularly staring death in the ugly maw.” He finished colouring in a little robbin and began to cut around it with the scissors. 
“I thought you were banned from using scissors by Maxine after the great finger slice event.” 
“For your information, that ban was temporary. How was I supposed to know that Maxine had just sharpened her scissors? Who has scissors that sharp anyway?” he subconsciously ran his thumb over the scar on his finger. 
“Who uses massive scissors on such a tiny thing?” 
“Oh, be quiet!” He threw the roll of string at 5’s head. “Can I have that back please.” 
5 leaned down to grab it, and spoke while she slid it across the table. “Events always feel so odd now. And I never quite know how to feel. I’m happy I survived another year I suppose.” She finished off a row and started another. “It’s such a tiny scarf, I’ll be done soon.” 
Sam stood up and boiled the kettle. “I’m just letting the glue set - I won’t spill the hot chocolate powder. Close your mouth runner 5 I can tell exactly what you’ll tease me about.” 
“What do you mean?” She scoffed mockingly. 
“You were going to make fun of me for sticking my hand to my head with aeroplane glue.” 
“I was not.” 
“Yes you were.” 
The two went back and forth, squabbling in good spirits while Sam made the hot chocolate.  
“Oh - Sam look! Cedrick has a little flower. He's bloomed.” 
“He reminds me of you in a way. You thrive in the harshest times, and you are very pretty.” He passed a mug over to 5, giving her a gentle kiss on the head. “You’re my little pretty flower.”
“Thank you, darling.” 5 pulled the final thread through, finishing off the tiny scarf. It wasn’t great, considering she’d not spent long on the thing, and the colours didn’t quite match the decor that Sam made. “It looks so bad.” 
“What? I think it looks good. Christmas trees are not supposed to look good.” 
“Cedrick is a Christmas cactus, and we made this in about 45 minutes. It's more ironic than anything - I don’t think they’re supposed to look good. But, y’know, I like him more because we raised him together, and we decorated him as well.” Sam wrapped an arm around 5’s shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly. “I want to make another one next year. I think it would be a good tradition.”
“I think…I’d like that. Christmas is so traditional - and now for the first time in ages we can’t do all of them. I’m so used to being with everyone at Christmas that it feels almost positive to create new traditions.” 
“I don’t think Christmas will ever not be hard.” Sam mused between sips of hot chocolate and blowing on too hot marshmallows. “I cried one year because I put out 6 sets of cutlery for dinner even though It had been 2 years since my grandad died. No - three.” 
“It will be hard - but with you I feel I can handle it. Thank you, for being there for me Sam. I appreciate you.” 
“I appreciate you too, 5.” He placed his head on top of 
“I think it’s just all been a lot. Even if we are a few years into the apocalypse, Christmas will always feel different. But I am happy I can spend it with you.” 
“You know what I really want to do?” 
“What? Remember it’s not midday yet, so there's no getting dressed. It’s the Christmas law.” 
“No - I follow Christmas law. I want to cuddle and watch the Doctor Who Christmas specials in bed. Do you have them on your laptop?” 
“Do I ever! I thought you’d never ask. That is a new and old Christmas tradition I can get behind.”
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tazzy-zooming · 3 months
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Happy Valentine's Day, ZR friends! I think Sam deserves to be bridal carried often.
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disabledrunner5 · 4 months
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Well, it’s my birthday!
I’m officially slap bang in my mid twenties now 😅 but more to the point, that means it’s also my Runner Five’s birthday!
So I thought it would be cute to show you guys what I imagine what my Five received from Sam when she woke up on her birthday that took place during season 6 and some headcanons:
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Five woke up alone to this on her birthday ^
The map is shit, I mean there’s no mystery around where she was going or where she needed to stop but she wasn’t going to say anything. She liked how there was no mystery about it and she was 100% going to humour Sam by doing it properly.
The picture did have a comment on the back of ‘the pink thing is a worm’. But Five teared up when she saw the picture.
One of the stops was Runner 8’s statue which is where Five goes to think. She said good morning to the statue on her way round.
Anyway when she got to the comms shack Sam was there with a huge smile and a ginormous pastry spread picnic for breakfast. Five had no idea how he pulled that off since a) pastry isn’t readily available and b) the comms shack is kind of vital (she later learned they’d set up a back up Comms shack from a old van they used on the run from Sigrid)
Then their friends joined (bringing chocolate cake, this is before the chocolate factory got blown up in season 6) and they opened the presents:
Janine got her a Bletchley Park quiz book.
Jodie knitted her a Gryffindor beanie hat
Maxine and Paula got her a few survival bits and bobs, like a first aid kit and the most recent player handbook for DND.
Baby Sara insisted on giving her a teddy with a orange hoodie on it ‘because it reminds her of daddy’ so if Sam was away from Five all she needed to do was hug the bear. Five nearly genuinely cried at that gift. (Baby Sara is probably in her toddler years in season 6 but I imagine its a ‘Gavin and Stacey’ situation where Baby Sara is now a nickname)
Jamie got her a pair of brand new trainers, he’s the kind of England but he he knows what Five really needed.
Amelia unfortunately got her some cosmetics claiming she looked tired all the time which really rubs Five and Sam up the wrong way because of course she looks tired, she’s a runner!
Brett Valmont even sent her a gift which confuses her, he gifted her the eleventh Doctor’s sonic screwdriver that was used in the show. The actual prop (or one of them).
Peter got her the full boxset of Red Dwarf with special features, and I mean all of Red Dwarf up until the apocalypse started.
Veronica made her a real life working K9 model (lasers not included).
Then Five found out how Valmont knew it was her birthday, Sam had been given by him the actual ring that Catherine Tate wore in the Doctor Who episode The Runaway Bride, the bio damper ring. Sam asked whether he could give it to her as a proper engagement ring for her birthday and he’d agreed.
That is Sam’s present…well part of it, he had commissioned Maxine to work on a special module for Demons and Darkness for Five’s birthday!
So they spend the rest of the day eating cake, and playing DND (although Paula had to take Sara out for a while because restless toddler not good and Amelia excuses herself claiming she’s too good for dnd)
Five has a really good, and more importantly stress free day (well as stress free as playing dnd can get)
She couldn’t have asked for better friends to celebrate with.
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kodessa · 3 months
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Ok so that newest ZR episode (season 10 mission 23)…. Spoilers below the cut
As always, I remain unsettled about much I truly enjoy Ernie. Same plant, different cutting for sure but there’s no way that voice and face don’t give 5 flashbacks every once in a while
Amelia’s anger about canton 5 continues to be delightful to me and I really hope she sends 5 after slava and Brent like her own personal attack dog when this is all said and done
But mostly, mostly it was the after mission email that got me. Oh Sara my sweet girl, that drawing 😭 I can’t imagine how hard it was for Sam to say goodbye AGAIN (s2s let Sam hang out with his kid!) but the image of daddy and magic 5, if that wasn’t a gift to 5am shippers then I don’t know what is
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artist-issues · 1 year
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Well, now they’re even!
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runner5ive · 5 months
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How many artifacts can you count in that window? 👀 bonus prize if you find the sports bra 👀
The more I drew this the creepier it became because it’s like someone went out of their way to make a stained glass window of Five 👀
Full window under the cut:
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nokkiart · 1 year
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For a while now, I've been flooded with bad news almost daily. But things happened today that just kind of broke me. So I spent a few hours painting this.
What I would give for a Sam hug right now… ;;;A;;;
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Me in my campus gym listening to Sam yell at Nadia for almost killing me
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Five: Hey I wonder what happens if I put powdered milk into carbonated water
Five:
Five: My cereal is loud and it's demanding to know why I would sin against both nature and God so thoughtlessly.
Sam:… How does it taste?
Five: Bad.
Veronica: The fizz comes from carbonic acid in the water splitting up into CO₂ and H₂O over time. And carbonic acid is – as an acid – sour. By adding milk to sour water you've created a very convincing emulation of spoiled milk, so I'll believe in a heartbeat that the taste is Not Great™.
Five: I have mastered the potion: Instant Spoiled Milk, therefore earning the rank of shittiest alchemist currently alive.
@dorkylittleweirdo
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drowsystarlight · 1 year
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Five decided to stop in front of a camera to sign and argue with Sam and now they’re in a pinch
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