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Enough disappointments

Title: Enough disappointments  Pairing: Adam Ellis x Reader Word count: 2184

Saw this on FYRTFF and I knew I had to do something about it. 

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You had had enough disappointments. A guy you had really liked outside of work had agreed to hang out with you, but for three days in a row he cancelled. Well, two days in a row. Today, he flat out just didn’t show up. You felt a little embarrassed waiting where he said he’d meet you at six every day, only to cancel. You’d get a nice outfit prepared so that you can go there straight after work, but it was all for naught. You two had been friends for a while through gaming with mutual friends. He had been nice, and you found that the two of you often gamed together without your other friends. You thought there was a spark there, but evidently not. At this point, you were unsure whether you still liked him, or if you were annoyed. As you walked away from the French deli where you were supposed to meet him half an hour ago, you realize you were neither. Instead, you were hurt. And probably confused, but mostly hurt. Three days? It was no coincidence. And he could have tried harder if he was at all serious. You felt played.

“Oh hey,” you said.

“Why so sad?” He asked. You probably didn’t sound like your cheerful self.

“You know, assholes,” you replied.

“Assholes eh? Is that some sort of code word for boy trouble?”

“How did you know?! The world is a dark place when guys understand girl codes,” you said with a laugh.

He smiled when you laughed, but you could see he was worried.

“No, it’s nothing,” you said to reassure him. “I’ll get over it.”

“Where you headed now?” He asked.

“Probably home,” you said, realizing how lame that sounded. “My Friday nights are crazy like that.”

“Yeah, well mine would’ve been similarly crazy. Was picking up something downtown for Joel—over there actually,” he stopped, pointing towards a UPS office. “Was going to drop it off at his house then go back home…but I mean, would you be up for something?”

You stopped to think about it. If you were to go home now, you were sure you’d only be thinking about the guy who stood you up. Both the good stuff from the past, and the disappointment you now felt. However, if you hung out with Adam, it would probably keep your mind off the douchebag. So you quickly nodded, asking Adam what he had in mind.

“I don’t think there’s anything worth watching at the movies right now. Oh! It’s Friday! The Austin Sports Arena  is opened late. Wanna go?”

You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t know how to skate.”

“It’s super easy. I’ll teach you,” He said, grinning from ear to ear beneath his beard.

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You were lacing up your roller skates when you realized you were wearing a skirt.

“Hey, you know what I just realized?” You asked Adam without waiting for him to answer. “I don’t think being a noob at this plus me wearing a skirt is going to go down too well.”

“We can totally do something else,” he said quickly. But by now the two of you had already paid, and you had finally gotten your skates on.

“Naw, but you better be a good teacher,” you warned him.

You were a little wobbly to begin with when you first stood up, but he lent you his arm to hold on to. That made things a million times easier. But when you got to the rink, it was a different feeling entirely. Everything felt a little too slippery for your unexperienced legs.

“You got to relax, or else you’ll just feel like you’re constantly falling.”

“Ha! But you can see how that’s a vicious circle, right?” You asked, gripping his arm harder than before.

“Okay wait, let go of me. I’ll skate backwards in front of you, okay?” he asked. He stopped so that you’d stop moving as well and then skated before you, holding out his palms.

You took them, hoping your hands weren’t too sweaty with your nervousness of being on skates. It felt much safer having something other than the cold, hard floor to fall onto, and soon enough, you realized that you no longer locked your knees in place. It made skating much easier.

“See, told you it’s easy,” Adam said with a grin. You smiled back, letting go of him so you can explore on your own. You took it glide by glide. You were slow, but it made you proud to have picked it up so quickly. Take tha0,t douchebag guy who ditched you, you thought. Your ego boost caused you to speed up without realizing it, and that’s when you realized you didn’t know how to stop.

“Um Adam,” you called out. You hoped he was near enough that he could hear you, but you didn’t want to turn around since you might risk falling by tipping your balance. “How do I stop?!”

“Okay, so slow down first, and then you can do a ‘V’ with your skates. Drag one behind you to gradually stop,” he said from somewhere behind you.

“What?!” You asked, not entirely understanding what he meant. “I don’t want to crash!”

“Hold on,” he said, his voice travelling at first from behind you, and then beside you as he zipped by. He had picked up his speed significantly in order to get in front of you. Then he turned around, allowing you to crash into him instead of the hard sides of the rink.

“Oof,” you said as you collided with him. He wrapped his arms around you as your impact caused him to slide backwards, his back hitting the wall.

“Ow.”

“I’m sorry! I guess I should’ve learned to stop first. You okay?” You asked, pushing yourself off his chest and looking up at him. You still held on to him thought, your knees having locked again making you unsteady.

“Honestly can’t feel a thing. I was just kidding. I’m like a bear, if you haven’t noticed,” he said.

You laughed. “What does that even mean? But whatever, thank you. I guess crashing into the wall might not have been too bad, but you make for a nice cushion,” you said.

“Oh do I now? You know what? You’re not the first person to have said that. The first girl though, maybe,” he said smiling.

You blushed and wanted to skate away, but you didn’t want a repeat of what had just happened. You realized how close the two of you were. You could smell the light scent of his cologne, which smelled like fresh laundry. You then opted to link your arms with his and the two of you skated around.

“So who’s the guy? Someone we know?” Adam asked.

“Naw, not from Rooster Teeth,” you said. “Met him through friends. Enjoyed gaming with him, you know?”

“Why don’t we game?” He asked you.

“Good question. We should. Or rather, I’d love to watch you and Joel film. I only get to see the finished video. Pretty sure seeing the two of you screaming like girls would make my day.”

“What? Like this?” Adam then proceeded to give a shrill scream, causing everyone in the rink to look at you guys weird. You started laughing, unable to comprehend how a man like him can scream at such a high pitch.

“Stop it, people think you’re crazy. And me with you, because we’re stuck together,” you said in between your laughs. “But yes, that was good. I don’t even understand how you do that.”

“Fine, I guess we can pretend to be normal people for a bit. Have you ever met the guy?”

“Once, when we hung out in a group. We clicked then too. It’s just so weird to have him suddenly ditch me like that,” you said.

“He’s missing out,” he said, giving you a smile. He looked so adorable you wanted to hug him again. It’s funny, because the more you talked to him about the asshole, the less you cared about the asshole. You couldn’t imagine your “date” getting better than this. You barely remembered why you liked the other guy. He was actually a little cocky when gaming, and insulted other players when they did badly. But you suppose at one time you thought that was cool and laughed along.

“You wanna get something to eat?” Adam asked, leading the two of you towards the rink’s exit.

“Yes please! Just not to a French deli or anything,” you said.

He led you over to a bench, and you began to untie your skates. The two of you went to retrieve your shoes and left the sports arena.

“I know a good barbeque place? You up for that?” He asked.

“A rack of ribs sounds delicious right now. Let’s do it,” you said. You kind of wanted to link arms with him again, missing the feel of him being close to you. But you had no excuse anymore, so you walked beside him with an appropriate distance between the two of you.

Then you stopped walking. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Wassup?” Adam asked, turning around to you. He searched for what you were looking at. “Oh, is that him?”

The guy you had been hoping to meet earlier was walking across the street. He was talking to another girl, who was obviously very pretty. She had red hair, big eyes and was in a floral summer dress. You felt your heart drop, understanding why he had ditched you. Of course he would, you thought, looking at the girl he was with. He had found someone better.

“Give me a second,” Adam said, crossing the street. You stayed in the shadows of the store you had stopped in front of, watching them.

“Hey man!” You heard Adam say. “Great to see you again! Almost seems like you were weaseling away. Where’s the money you owe me?”

“Dude, I don’t even know you,” he said to Adam. Then turning to the girl next to him, you could hear him mutter something along the lines of “Can you believe the riff raff in this city?”

“So you’re trying to get out of this? Is this the little lady you wanted the money for? Hope he gave you the money right away. He said he was pretty desperate, falling behind on child support payments and whatnot.” Adam stood, towering over the guy.

“You have a kid?” the girl asked, evidently disgusted. “And you’re in debt? Get your life in order, please. Before you decide to drag someone else into it. And pay your Goddamn child support? Your kid sure is lucky to get an asshole like you as a dad.” She said a quick bye to Adam, and walked away from the guy, who was now standing there, loss for words. But he found them soon enough.

“What the fuck, man?” He asked. “I don’t even fucking know you.”

“What? Oh, sorry, my bad, thought you were someone else. Whoops,” Adam said, smiling. And then laughing.

“You think that’s funny?” The guy threw a punch towards Adam, but Adam backed away letting him miss.

“Really think that’s a good idea?” Adam asked, cracking his knuckles. You were pretty sure he wasn’t actually going to beat anyone up, but you had to admit that seeing someone of Adam’s stature cracking his knuckles in anticipation for a fight was terrifying.  

“Fuck you,” the guy said. He still looked like he might want to throw another punch, but then seemed to think better of it and walked off, breathing a slew of curses.

Adam crossed the streets again, going back to you. You walked towards him, smiling. It wasn’t a very nice thing that he’d done, but you felt so good. Revenge wasn’t just sweet—it was refreshing after three days of disappointment.

“Didn’t know you were into pricks,” he said.

“I usually am not,” you said. “In fact, I’m currently not either.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but that guy? Definitely a prick.”

“Not that guy, I meant right now,” you said, smiling at him. It took him a few seconds to comprehend what you were hinting at.

“Oh. Oh!” He said, starting to grin.

You walked closer to him, and linked your arms with his like you had wanted to before. Your euphoria of what had just happened made you a little braver. But Adam un-linked your arm from his, and instead wrapped his hands around your palm, letting your fingers criss-cross amongst each other. You leaned your head towards his bicep, giving him a happy little nudge. Today was far from disappointing. 

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Achieving Survival (Part 6) - FINAL CHAPTER

Title: Achieving Survival (Part 6) Pairing: AH x reader Word Count: 4253

If you haven't read the previous chapters, please do so first! 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Here it is. The last chapter! I'm pretty proud of myself for finishing it because my track record with ending fanfics aren't the best. But with the support of you guys, I managed to finish it. It was a lot of fun writing this, so thank you for taking this journey with me! I actually went back and re-read every chapter before posting this one, trying to edit out as many grammatical errors and such as possible. Like most of you, I think faster than I type so I end up getting small errors here and there! Sorry if there's still a few that I missed! It's still Tuesday in my part of the world so I upheld my promise :) I wanted to finish this so that you guys didn't have to wait for yet another chapter. It's a little long as you've already probably noticed. So without further ado, enjoy~ 

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No other horde of infected came to attack during the nights. Maybe Jack, Ryan and you had managed to clear away a good area of zombies. Maybe they didn’t detect you guys. Either way, you were glad not to have to go through that ordeal again.

Everyone took turns going to get wood and water. Food supplies weren’t exactly scarce, but would start to become so if you guys stayed another week. The cans of beans were thrown out with Ray swearing that he’d learn to cook if it meant he’d never have to eat baked beans again. On the fifth day when you woke up, you noticed Ryan moving in his corner. You sat up and watched what he was doing. He was trying to stand up. He saw you watching him and he winked at you, carefully putting weight on his splinted leg. And then he started to slowly walk.

“Is it not broken?” You asked incredulously.

“I guess not. Probably was just a fracture. Not that I can walk fast,” he commented.

With that discovery, everyone set off on the road again. You felt a tiny bit sad to leave the temporary base. You had gotten used to going out to chop wood and nights around a small fire confined by tin cans. You all had grown much closer, sharing stories and learning about one another. But Jack was sure that his friend on the other side of the city would have stuff stored up. This conspiracy theorist who own his own business was apparently prepared for anything. There was another bridge that you could all cross in order to get there, but it was a bit further east. That’s where you guys were thinking of heading.

“If we walk fast we can probably get there in half a day,” Jack said.

“Fast may be an issue,” Ryan chirped in.

“Well we still gotta move,” Geoff said. “We can’t stay here forever. We’re going to run out of food.”

The seven of you made your journey across the abandoned city. You walked by apartments that had its windows broken. There were actually very few windows in tact after the apocalypse started.

Ryan was supported by Jack and Michael while he walked, and Ray scouted ahead. Gavin kept in line with you and Geoff took the back. Much of the walk was silent as no one wanted to draw infected or other survivors out. You swore you saw someone duck down behind a window as you walked by one of the apartments, and you told Geoff. But he said that as long as they didn’t do anything to us, we shouldn’t do anything to them.  

You remembered this road. You had passed by it just last year when you and your friends had decided to scope out the best Indian restaurant. You saw the restaurant to your right and could still see the gold décor that once was immaculately set out to imitate the sense of being in the presence of royalty. But now bits of the wallpaper were ripped revealing the very bland building underneath it. You could see the plush purple chairs that used to complete the restaurant’s look, but now were in disarray as if they were doing an elaborate dance. You felt silly thinking about how the world you once thought of as just “okay” was actually quite close to perfect.

Your calves were starting to ache by the time you had all neared the bridge. Having had several days of rest and slacking off let your muscles think they were at rest once again, and they were complaining that they were put to work.

“Seriously?” asked Ray, looking up at the bridge.

“Is that supposed to be up there?” Michael asked.

“I guess they were evacuating the ships or something so they raised it,” Ryan explained, still leaning on Michael for support. Everyone was sweaty from walking in the sun the entire morning, and now a good chunk of the afternoon.

“Dicks.” Geoff looked around, evidently searching for something. You noticed an infected a little while off, but it was visible so it couldn’t be that far away. You wiped the moisture that was forming around your temples and continued to keep a lookout as the others figured out what to do. “Ah, there’s the fucking generator.”

You turned to the small operating booth that Geoff was walking towards. The door to the booth was left open. Clearly everyone had other priorities. The rest of you waited as Geoff checked out the controls and watched as he shook his head and came back out.

“I can, uh, probably get it to work, but not when it’s getting dark like this. Too risky and shit. I’ll deal with it first thing in the morning,” the man said. He then instructed everyone to set up base for the night.

Ryan got to rest while you and Gavin went to fetch water. Michael’s shoulders ached from supporting Ryan and everyone agreed that he can take a rest as well. Jack and Ray when to get something to start a fire, leaving Geoff to sort out the supplies you guys currently had. He needed to know what there still was and how long it would last. The three of them stayed in the diner that was deemed the safe house of the night.

You took your gun and slung it across your back. Gavin held a sack that contained the empty and near empty bottles, and the two of you headed out to search for a water source. In the end, you guys found a water tank that was still half full of water on top of an apartment complex. You filled the bottles as Gavin kept watch.

“You know what I think a lot about these days?” the Brit asked.

“What?” You held a bottle down into the tank, forcing it to fill with water instead of floating to the top.

“How lovely it’d be to just not have to deal with all this,” Gavin said, gesturing to the city that was wasting away below you guys.

You laughed. “You don’t say.”

“What I’d give to be at home, have a beautiful bird like you around,” he said coming towards you and laying his arm lazily around your shoulders with a mischievous smile. “Maybe have us some lil’ Gavins, eh?”

You screwed on the cap for the bottle you were dealing with and shrugged off his arm, giving him a little push. “Stop fooling around.”

“Wot?” he asked. You noticed that his whats’ were heavily accented every now and then. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

“You’re saying that because I cleaned up your puke,” you said, filling up another bottle. He laughed at that, and you grinned. And then he looked away to the horizon, watching the sky start to darken and the reds, oranges and yellows slowly disappear. You put down the bottle to watch with him. Looking over at Gavin, you noticed that his eyes became clouded by sorrow. The little dream he had just talked about was most likely never to be realized in this lifetime. You couldn’t help but turn towards him and wrap your arm around his waist, giving him a hug in hopes to cheer your friend up. He was a little taken aback but then he wrapped his arms around you too, resting his head atop your head. The two of you continued to watch as the sun disappeared.

You released him when you realized that it was better if you guys finished up here and got back to the designated safe house. He stood there for a while longer, staring the space you had vacated, but snapped out of his trance and started to help you. You only had two bottles left and once those were filled the two of you left.

Dinner happened pretty much exactly like it did at the garage safe house. People made jokes, and most importantly stayed clear away from anything that would cause spirits to drop. Dinner was canned fruit and several boxes of Kraft mac and cheese that was made in tins. It was the most delicious thing you’ve ever had. As things were being put away and thrown out, Geoff called you over to him. He was standing by the door of the diner, looking out into the streets.

“C’mere,” he said, cocking a head towards the streets outside. You went with him, wondering what it was he wanted to show you. You followed him out into the night. “We gotta be quiet, but I want to teach you how to properly snipe things from a distance.”

The two of you walked over to the bridge that was a block away from the safe house. Looking down towards the shores below the body of water separating you guys from Jack’s insisted on motherload of supplies, you realized that you could make out shapes on the sandy area below. Zombies now littered the beach several hundred meters below you guys. You remember how on your first day with the group, all Geoff did was hand you a gun and tell you to “figure it out”. Now here you were, getting lessons from the man himself.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked. Although nothing seemed to be in the area around, it didn’t mean there actually wasn’t.

“We’ll be quiet,” he said. “You’re using my gun.”

“Yeah, but a silencer isn’t exactly that silent either,” you pointed out.

“Just trust me. I used to be in the military, remember?” He said, getting fed up with your lack of cooperation.

He demonstrated how to rest your gun on something, whether it be the ledge of the bridge or against your own shoulder. “You gotta make sure you don’t take out an eye though. If you remember the recoil, you’ll save an eye.” His gun apparently liked to recoil to the left, so he said you would have to compensate by aiming a little more to the right than you would’ve liked to.

“But what does that matter? Do you have a replica of your gun?”

“Just shut up and listen.” He continued to talk about how you should take a bit more time to get a proper aim: “aim small, miss small”. You were following along as best as you could, but this was a lot of explaining.

“Okay why don’t you try it out?” He asked, handing you the gun.

You took it from him, hoping you’d do okay. It was hard to see in the dark, but you could see a particularly restless infected by a rock. You breathed, and tried to aim the crosshairs of the scope on Geoff’s gun. Yours didn’t have a scope. This gun was decked out with all the essentials. Aim small, miss small. You took your time, waiting until you were sure you were hovering around the area where its rotten brains were. Then you remembered to move a little to the right for the recoil. You pulled the trigger and it hit the thing’s neck. Nothing else seemed to notice the sharp noise the gun made.

“Close, but you’re not steadying yourself enough. Here.”

Geoff demonstrated by coming behind you and manoeuvring your posture. If it was someone else, you might have thought this to be a little creepy. Geoff had his arms around you, and his face was almost touching yours. You could feel his breath against your cheek, a slight smell of whiskey lingering in the air around him. But it was Geoff, and you could not help but feel a fatherly aura emanating off him. He wanted to make sure all his kids could take care of themselves.  

“Thanks, dad,” you joked.

“You do kind of remind me of her,” he said, taking a step back now that you were properly positioned in a more accurate stance.

You looked back to see him looking down at the ground, his eyes looking a bit more sunken than usual. You realized what you had just brought up, and quickly apologized.

“Not your fault,” he gave a half assed smile, still looking at the ground. “Now shoot the fucking gun. You’re not going to learn just standing there.”

By the time Geoff ended his impromptu lesson, you were able to shoot wherever you wanted, given you had enough time to properly retrace all of the crucial steps he had conveyed. With a little sleep to absorb all that information, you just may have a better chance at survival.

Returning to base revealed that almost everyone was in their sleeping bag, or already asleep. Well, Gavin was already asleep.

“Everyone all packed for tomorrow?” Geoff asked.

“Yup,” Jack said. “And you know what we saw when we went to check out the bridge?”

“What? You guys went out?” Geoff asked.

“We didn’t go the same way as you two. We didn’t want to disturb your lessons. We were checking out the other side of the bridge. Ray even used a scope to see if he could see a little better.”

“Well, what is it?” You asked.

“We saw lights from across there. We saw other survivors. Not just one or two, but a large group of them. I think people may actually be alive,” Ryan said.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“I’m telling you, my friend had supplies that would last forever. He’s prepared. If there’s anywhere fit for survival after all this, it’d be wherever he is.”

“Jack you motherfucker.” Geoff said incredulously. “And your friend’s going to be willing to share?”

“You haven’t met the guy, but he’s a good one. High school valedictorian type. Easy to get along, and a natural born leader. That is if it’s him over on the other side tonight,” Jack said.

“Well, that’s a relief. Good to know. Now everyone go to sleep so we can lower the bridge early tomorrow. Get everyone to civilization, huh?” Geoff said. “I’ll take watch, so get some shuteye. Y’all only got a few hours.”

The group echoed a series of “good nights” and you let your eyes close.

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  “Don’t eat too much,” Geoff cautioned everyone.

“What? But I’m hungry,” Gavin complained.

“Running after eating will give you cramps,” he said wisely.

“But I’m not doing a marathon Geoff, you silly goose,” Gavin said.

“Doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” Geoff said with a wink.

When everyone got to the control booth, Geoff surveyed the team. Ryan was now walking on his own. It seems that all the walking from the day before actually got him used to his feet again and he seemed much better now. Michael was complaining about bedhead and had his beanie over his curly hair. You had your gun since Geoff said that you should have it out and on the ready. Just you though, which was weird. But it was likely that he wanted you to have first dibs on a kill so that you could practice your shooting.

“Okay guys, get to the bridge. I’ll come once I start the generator. All goes well, this will be a piece of cake,” Geoff said, nodding at the team, his half-lidded gaze emphasizing how confident he was in you all. You were so close to getting to a safe base. Not just a safe house, but a base!

“Why Geoff? You know about me and cakes,” Ray complained. Probably some kind of inside joke.

All of you stood where the road abruptly ended. At some point there probably was a gate that would prevent cars and people from getting this close to the ledge when the bridge was raised, but those were gone now. You looked up at the bridge and marveled at how the big horizontal slabs of reinforced concrete could be lowered and raised with simple controls.

“You guys ready? I think we shouldn’t wait for the whole thing to lower,” Geoff commented from the open booth door. “As soon as you can reach up and pull yourselves on, do it. Time to test your upper body strength lads.”

“We’ve been ready for the last five minutes. Just do it already Geoff,” Michael said.

“Oh wait, let’s switch guns,” Geoff said, taking a few steps towards you and throwing you his. “You’re a bit better at this one now, aren’t you? I’m, uh, good with anything, so I’ll take yours.”

You threw him your gun and once again got used to the feel of the sniper rifle you had been practicing with yesterday. It was heavier than yours, given all its added features.

“Okay boys—and girls. This is it. Good luck,” Geoff said, entering the booth and messing with the controls.

The most chilling scraping noise of steel rubbing against steel could be heard, and then a loud hum as the bridge started to lower.

“Jesus Christ, that thing is fucking loud,” Michael shouted.

Everyone looked around nervously. All this sound couldn’t be good. You motioned for Geoff to join you guys at the ledge but he held up a hand telling you to just give him a moment. It took about thirty seconds for the bridge to get significantly lower, but not low enough just yet. Jack and Ryan were the first ones who were able to reach up and get a grip on the side of the bridge, and started pushing themselves on. Ryan grabbed your hand and started to help you up. Once you were beside him, you turned around and the two of you helped Michael. Jack had gotten Gavin and Ray up as well. The bridge then suddenly stopped. Now that the loud humming was silenced, you could make out grunting, coughing and screeching coming from within the city. The bridge was attracting everything to it.

Suddenly the bridge started again, but this time it was going up. Your heart seized up, realizing what was happening.

“GEOFF, NO!” You screamed, knowing he couldn’t hear you above the humming inside the control booth.

Already, the infected were starting to turn into the streets that you guys were on moments ago. Geoff could see you screaming at him, but he just smiled and gave the team a small salute before motioning for you guys to head along. He then left the controls running and exited the booth, taking aim at the infected that were starting to swarm to the ledge.

The bridge was now once again out of reach, with all six of you guys on it. Ryan got his gun out and started to shoot at the zombies below, helping Geoff take out the infected.

The rest of you guys looked on helplessly, some screaming, others just blankly staring, not being able to process what Geoff was doing.

It was Jack who finally shouted and got everyone’s attention.

“We’ve got to go. We wait any longer and even up here we won’t be safe. We’ve got to distance ourselves away from them or they’ll just keep coming.”

“What about Geoff?” You asked, your eyes were irritataed, but not yet leaking tears. You were still in shock at Geoff abandoning everyone. You didn’t blink as you traced Geoff’s movements with your eyes. He was already starting to get overwhelmed.

“If we stay any longer, this may all be for nothing.” This time it was Ryan who shouted. You looked at him, a look of horror on your face, disgusted by what he had just suggested. But a trail of tears were making their way down his cheeks. He didn’t want to go either, but there was no choice.

“Let’s go,” Michael agreed, taking off his beanie and holding it against his heart. He then threw it off the bridge towards the zombies—a sign of tribute towards Geoff.

All at the same time, the six of you shouted “bye Geoff”. You choked on the end of Geoff’s name, and Gavin did too, quite audibly. You weren’t sure if Geoff heard, but he turned towards you guys giving you all one last smile before quickly turning back to face the infected. The bridge came to a halt again reaching its maximum height. The sounds of the infected filled your ears, but you heard another sound that was unfamiliar. A series of deafening snarls and shouts. You then saw the creature making those sounds ambling its way through the city streets below. The thing was huge. It looked like an infected on steroids. Its arms were the size of its torso, and its shoulders as wide as a car.

“Fuck, it’s a tank. Everyone, we legit got to go,” Ray said, snapping everyone back to the reality of the situation. For a second it seemed like you were watching a really bad horror movie.

Half the group had turned away already, running down the bridge towards the other side. You, Michael and Gavin gave Geoff one last look, and turned away, not wanting to see the tank do whatever it was going to do next. But the last look showed that it was hurtling a large slab of broken road towards Geoff. You turned just in time to miss the impact, never wanting to turn and look. And then you ran.

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  No one stopped running until the shouts of the infected were merely soft background noises. That was more than halfway across the long bridge. The rest of the way, no one said a thing. The group passed by abandoned cars, but strangely no zombies. But you were always cautious.

It was noon when you finally saw the end of the bridge. It was at the ledge that Ryan and Ray stopped, raising their hands and dropping their guns. You were confused, but when you got to the ledge you saw why. About ten guns were pointed at your party of six from below. They were most likely part of the survivors that the guys had seen yesterday from the scope. You hastily dropped your gun as well and raised your hands till they were both leveled with your head.

“Easy there,” Ryan said to the people below. “See? We’re not looters or anything. You all clearly have more guns.”

“But you guys have ground over us,” one of the women below pointed out. She wore a bandana was heavily tattooed on both arms. You could see a glint when she moved, the sun hitting her septum piercing.

“True, but that’s why we dropped our guns. Absolutely no harm,” Ryan underscored.

“Matt! You sonuvabitch!” Jack suddenly exclaimed from beside Ryan.  

A man was walking towards you guys from a little ways back, surveying your group.

“Jack, is that you?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes it’s me! What’s all this?” Jack asked, motioning below.

“A necessary precaution. We heard the bridge lower and was prepared for the worse. Then it started to raise again. We had to take out the other bridge on the other side to cut off the city—both from the infected and crazed survivors. This raised bridge is basically the only other way in or out. That’s why I had set up my gas station slash bunker here all those years ago,” the man called Matt said. “Guns down everyone, they’re clear.”

With that settled, your group was helped down from the ledge with ladders propped up against it. It wasn’t the safest way to get down, you though as you watched the tides break below you during your descend. The other survivors were holding the ladder steady below.

Thankfully you all got down safely. Jack and Matt started catching up with smalltalk.

“Who knew that all your goddamn conspiracy theories ended up actually being useful?” Jack joked.

“And everyone thought I was crazy. We’re pretty well stocked here. We started planting stuff too, so we should be self-sufficient someday down the road. We should be okay for now, since the infected don’t seem to like water. CEDA’s a joke, so we got our own thing started. Nice to have you here man,” Matt said clapping Jack on the back.

You started to walk with everyone else towards what you assume was going to be a base. You could already smell food cooking, and your stomach grumbled, aware of how Geoff didn’t let any of you eat too much in order to avoid cramps. He had known you would all have to run. He wanted to wait one more night, probably fully aware of all the noise lowering a bridge would make. No one else had thought of it. He wanted one more night with everyone.

You turned around as you walked, trying to see the other side of the bridge. You couldn’t quite make out anything, so you silently said a quick prayer for Geoff, hoping that if there was a God, he’d be watching out for Geoff wherever he was now. You blinked back your tears and turned back towards the group, running to catch up with them again. 

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That's all folks! There easily can be more short fics on snippets of life on the survivor base, but for now, I'm happy with where this fic is. I hope you guys enjoyed it :) Don't hesitate to send me feedback! I look forward to writing for you guys again thought I'll probably need a small break after this big piece! If you made it this far, you've actually finished a 11,773 word fanfic!

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Hey guys! When I set the "next chapter at 30 notes" part, I didn't expect it to come so quickly! So thank you :) But I was definitely not prepared for this..so give me a few more days! I'll have it up before Tuesday ends! 

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Achieving Survival (Part 5)

Title: Achieving Survival (Part 5) Pairing: Future reader x ??  Word Count: 2083

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

So I had wanted to finish off the story in one post but realized that was definitely not possible. So here's what turned out to be a long chapter. Enjoy~ 

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You felt your head being nudged, causing you to blink yourself awake. Your muscles hurt from having knelt the whole day, taking care of the guys. As comfy as Jack’s shoulder was, you ached sleeping in a sitting position. If only you had mustered enough energy to go to your sleeping bag.

“Things?” you asked. You were hoping he meant anything other than zombies.

“The infected.”

From where the two of you sat, you could not see out the windows. So you crawled over to the glass panes and peeked out. The streetlights were useless, unable to do what they were designed for without voltage running through them. The crescent moon on the other hand was able to illuminate the dark streets. It gave enough light for you to see there were indeed infected in the streets outside. You took your time counting how many there were. You estimated that there were roughly 15 if you did not miss or accidentally infer shapes to be those of the infected. Some of them moaned, and a few made screeching noises. Some were in small groups, and others loitered around the streets by themselves. But in general, they seemed oblivious to the seven of you in the room.

“I’m just going to stay here and make sure nothing’s coming over to where we are,” you whispered to Jack’s approximate location. He said he’d do the same, but through the window near the back door. Both of you grabbed your guns. Yours was lying near your sleeping bag. You half felt for it and half looked for it in the fairly dark room. You made sure your sniper rifle was well stocked with bullets. Sitting there silently, you got sleepy again due to the inactivity. The zombies wandered around with no particular rhyme or rhythm.

But then one of them started nearing the garage. You noticed that it wasn’t exactly heading to the safe house, but stalled beside a light post—the same light post that Gavin had been puking next to. The zombie stood staring at what you assume was puke on the floor, and then it let out a howl. Instantly, the other zombies nearby snapped their necks up and walked towards the sound. Their pace picked up, as if they had gotten rid of the glue under their feet.

“Jack,” you whispered urgently. You could see the reflection of the moon off his glasses when he turned towards you. “They’re on to us.”  

You looked out the window again and calculated how many you and Jack would have to take out, and what would be the best plan of attack. You knew that the infected could run when they spotted prey, and it would take you a good several bullets before you could take one of them down. If only you were a better shot.

You felt something touch the side of your right arm and you jolted back, taking in a sharp breath of air. Your gun pointed towards the touch.

“It’s me,” Ryan whispered back, now kneeling beside you. You could see that he was clutching at his stomach, his food poisoning still distracting him. But in his other hand, he carried the bag full of weapons and withdrew one for you. “Here, take Michael’s gun. It’s got a silencer. Won’t attract more infected.”  

“Ryan, are you sure you can be up like this?” You asked, taking the gun from him. You put down your own and started to load Michael’s gun.

“I’ll survive,” he said. You could almost imagine his smirk as he said the two words, and you felt a tinge of sadness. Will he really? Will any of you?

Looking out the window did not cheer you up. The previous 15 zombies you had counted had seemed to double. The screech from the initial zombie had caused more to come towards the garage safe house. You now understood the need for the silencer. Jack cautioned that he saw a few stragglers around the back side that he was watching over too. You could hear your heart beating in your eardrums, and you were sure you would see each beat physically rise and fall if you were to look down at your chest. You willed yourself to calm down so that you could think clearly.

“Jack, you watch the back, we’ll do the front,” Ryan said to both of you. He started to open the window in front of him and you did the same to the one facing you. “And if anyone needs help, give a shout.”

Ryan made eye contact with you and you watched as he gave a nod. Then you both turned towards the mob outside and let the bullets rain.  As you had predicted, you had to waste quite a few good bullets before one of the walking corpses would fall. Ryan on the other hand seemed to be hitting his mark every time—one swift shot to the brain following by the gratifying collapse of the infected. It took the zombies slightly longer than you had expected for them to realize what was happening. But once they did, it all went to hell.

Several zombies sprinted towards the garage with newfound strength. You watched as your bullets failed to take down an infected who had dried trails of blood running from its eyes, and he kept running towards the waist-height window ledge you were resting on to stabilize your shots. Ryan noticed this and shifted his gun to take out the thing and swiftly did so in one hit. That left him with three coming to his window. You tried to take one of them out but your bullets collided against their torso. It merely slowed them down, and not by a very helpful amount. Ryan shot the one closest to him but as he lined up his shot for the next rotting corpse, his gun clicked empty.

“Shit,” he said. You wanted to help, but you had your own problems to take care of. You heard Geoff mutter something from the floor, but it was only a mumble from a nightmare. None of the other guys stirred in their sleep, all exhausted from vomiting.  Jack’s gun was steadily firing from the back of the room, and you knew that he would not be able to walk away from his post. Your hands started to shake, watching as things took a turn for the worse. This didn’t help with landing headshots.

“Fuck it, I’m going out before they come in,” Ryan said, getting up and picking up a machete from the bag beside him.

“Ryan! No!” You said watching him take a deep breath, but quickly leaning over again because of the pains in his abdomen. But that only deterred him for a second before he pressed his palms against the window’s ledge and jumped out.

You fought the urge to stand up and somehow force him back into the garage and blinked rapidly in refusal to let tears form. You got warmer, angrier, and with that your hands got steadier. It took less bullets to take out each infected, and you were doing so well you had time to reload your gun before they got too close. Of course, a big part of that had to do with Ryan slashing away on the streets outside, drawing the attention of the infected. You would take a look towards the man every chance you got between your shots, making sure he wasn’t in your line of fire. Every time you saw him continue to behead and plunge at the infected, you wanted to take a sigh of relief. The sun was starting to peek through the horizon by the time the living dead had stopped showing up. You took out the last two that you could see and watched Ryan swing the machete with two hands on the hilt and expertly decapitating one lone infected running at him. Jack similarly was putting down his gun and started to head towards you at the front of the garage. The four guys on the floor slept peacefully, seeming untroubled by the small war that had just gone on.

Ryan headed back towards the safe room, his whole being stained dark crimson amongst other bits and pieces of innards from his killing spree. One hand held the machete, trailing alongside him as it scraped the ground. The other arm hang limply beside him, and you were not sure whether it was broken or if he was just tired. Either way, you were glad that he turned out okay.

But you had spoken too soon. Beside you Jack shouted “Charger!” causing you to jump and look around to see what that meant. A large rotting form zipped past your eyes and barreled into Ryan. It had one unnaturally big right arm, and its left was shriveled and tiny in comparison. The thing was huge, easily three times that of your own. It grabbed Ryan in its right hand and smashed his limp body into the asphalt. You watched in horror as the charger repeated this action. You heard Jack cocking his gun and taking shots at it and you hastily did the same, firing bullet after bullet. It was an easy target since Ryan had been walking towards you guys and made the charger much closer. That, and its body made for a wide target. You were shooting the thing from the back so you did not have to worry too much about hitting Ryan by accident. Jack on the other hand had to aim with more precision.

It seemed far too long before the thing released Ryan and dropped down on its knees before it stopped moving altogether. You threw down your gun and leapt over the window frame, running towards Ryan’s still body. When you got to his body you stopped and stared down at his still frame. If he had looked bad before the charger pummeled him, he looked a thousand times worse now. You knelt beside him and gave his blood-stained arm a shake. Then two. Then three. And then you felt the sting in your eyes that signalled tears.  

“Ryan,” you heard yourself say as you bent over to take his head into your lap. You held him as you cried. It wasn’t right. He made it through the whole night only to be taken down by a goddamn charger. It wasn’t fair. Your tears dripped onto Ryan’s cheek, clearing two streaks on it that revealed his pale white skin under the grime. Jack had now arrived with a first aid kit in hand, but he stood there beside you two not sure what to do anymore.

Maybe if you had been a better shot. If only you had the guts and the confidence to go out there to take on the infected instead, maybe things would have worked out. Ryan would have had the reflexes to spot the charger and take it out quickly. But no, he sacrificed himself.

“I said I’d survive,” you heard a faint whisper say. You opened your eyes to see Ryan’s lips upturn slightly before he coughed. The cough visibly pained him. “Didn’t I?” He finished.

You couldn’t help but give out a small squeal and hugging him in an awkward position since you had placed his head on your lap.

“Jesus Christ dude,” Jack said, walking towards Ryan and getting into action. You gently laid down Ryan’s head so that Jack could treat the man. You excused yourself to go to get clean water to help with cleaning Ryan up, but found that you were unable to stop crying. Even as you walked away, you felt like you were hiccupping from the tears. You’d need some time to calm down.

You dug around for canteens of water in the safe room, and your crying had roused Gavin.

“Love, are you crying?” he asked from his sleeping bag, sleep lacing his voice.

“I thought we’d lost Ryan,” you said as you gathered the water bottles.

“Huh?” He asked. He rubbed his eyes taking in what you had just said. “What on earth did I miss?” 

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Final Part: Part 6

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Updates for this week!

Hey guys, I'm sorry it's been a while! I got a summer job and that's been taking up quite a bit of my time. But of course, writing is always on my mind, even if I'm not able to physically do it! I realize if I promise to do something, it puts me on schedule and I'll squeeze time out to fulfil it. 

I've got several asks on when the next part of Achieving Survival will come out. I've been wanting to get to it and by the end of this week I will have it done! It may be the last part, unless if it proves too long for me to finish. 

I've also got a prompt today that I am super excited to do (King AU prompt)! Once I read it, it got the gears going in my head and I already feel it being written. It may take me a bit longer to fulfil the prompt because I want to finish the story in one go (so you guys don't have to wait for the separate parts to come out-- we all know how good I am at releasing parts in timely intervals...) So that's also coming up! 

A reminder that I am always open for prompts, and while I may not do every single one, they help spark stories! (I'll most likely give priority over prompts that involve lesser written about staff of Rooster Teeth!)  And your lovely comments on my pieces really brighten up my day and give me a little more confidence in my writing. Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback :) 

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This is very important to remember. No matter how discouraged you get, just remember thus: Someone out there enjoys your work. If nothing else, do it for them!

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Worth it

Title: Worth it Pairing: Ray Narvaez Jr. x Reader Word Count: 1037

Couldn’t sleep so I had to write :) 

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Michael and Gavin were talking to you as the three of you waited for your hot chocolates to heat up in the microwave. They had just finished recording a Let’s Play and caught you in the kitchen making a cup, instantly begging that you made them some too. The conversation was about a new Italian place that had opened up near the office.

“We should totally go,” Gavin said.

“Right, you say that,” Michael started, “and then whenever someone asks you to hang out, you never text back.”

“Huh? Do I not?” Gavin asked, furrowing his brows.  

“Yeah asshole. Check your texts. See how many of mine you’ve replied to,” Michael said.

“Drinks done!” you announced, popping open the microwave door to reveal the three steaming mugs of hot chocolate. “Careful, it’s hot.”

You took your drink and they took theirs, all starting to walk away from the tiki hut that acted as the kitchen. You took out your phone to quickly check Facebook to see if you had any new notifications, taking a sip from your chocolate. Forgetting to pay attention the two steps that raised the tiki hut on a platform, you stumbled and almost fell. “Almost” due to the fact that someone caught you. Unfortunately, it also meant that your hot chocolate sloshed onto your saviour

“Oh my gosh Ray,” you said, composing yourself. “I am so sorry.” You put down your chocolate and ran back to the kitchen area to grab a bunch of napkins. You started blotting at his chest in hopes of magically making the hot chocolate disappear. You looked up to see him wince slightly. Your hot chocolate was hot. Michael and Gavin were watching the whole spectacle, sipping on their drinks like they were watching a TV show.

“Dude, you got burned?” Michael asked. “Cause if you did, ice that shit.”

“Actually, did you know that you’re not supposed to ice a burn?” Gavin commented.

“Really?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, additional damage and such,” Gavin said. “Proper method to treat minor burns is to run it under water.”

“I’m good,” Ray said with a smile. But you were skeptical.

“Tug down the collar of your t-shirt,” you said, your eyes narrowing. You wanted to be sure.

“No, I’m good. I’ll steal another shirt from the stock room later, it’s cool—Wait, stop, what are you doing?!” He asked as you reached over to tug down his crew neck so that you could see under the damp area of the shirt.

“That is not okay!” You exclaimed when you saw the redness. “Come on, before it starts blistering or something.” You grabbed his wrist and dragged him with you the bathroom. You walked briskly, hoping to get some water on his burn as soon as possible.

You pushed open the bathroom door and ordered him to take off his shirt.

“What’s this? A quickie in the bathroom? Naw, I’m more of a on-the-bed kinda guy,” he joked.

“Shirt. Off. Please?” you asked. You felt guilty for your clumsiness, and you didn’t want to be bossy. But Ray was making this harder than necessary. However, he recognized the distress in your eyes and took off his shirt.

His skin was blotchy with redness on the upper part of his chest. It stood in stark comparison to the rest of his light olive skin.

“I guess I can’t exactly run water over it…” you muttered. You made do with lots of paper towels and patted them on his chest over and over again. You held another piece of paper towel firmly against his stomach to catch the water that dripped from his chest. He watched you the whole time, helping with what he could.

“Woah, what’s this?” Barbara asked walking by the washroom door you had left opened. “Get a room, but I mean, close the door after you.”

“Haha, funny,” you said. “Trying to fix a mess I’d created.” With the curt explanation, you threw away the last piece of wet paper towel, satisfied with the cooling that you had hoped you had done. The redness had now slightly glazed over so it looked plasticky.

“No, stop trying to hide it,” Ray said quickly. “Barbara, get out of here. We need to finish our bathroom quickie.” The two of them laughed and you shot a glare at Ray, but then remembered that the whole reason why you guys were in the washroom was because you were a klutz. Barbara left saying she’ll leave you guys to it.

“In all seriousness though, I’m very sorry,” you said, your head drooping.

“No biggie, it doesn’t even hurt,” he said with a smile.

Michael appeared at the door with a Free Edgar shirt and tossed it over to Ray. He slipped it over his head as you cleaned up the mess you had made in the sink with the paper towels that you didn’t have time to throw away.  

“It doesn’t hurt? It doesn’t look too good,” you said. “I’ll go find you painkillers?”

“Seriously, it’s fine. Look—” he said, pulling you in for a hug. He held you against his chest with his arms wrapped tight around you.

“Fine,” you said, slightly muffled with you face against him. You guess that the cooling had done the trick and let the burn die down.

He released you and smiled, causing you to shyly smile back at him. He then ushered you out the bathroom and asked if you wanted to come to the Achievement Hunter office to record a new Five Facts with him. You had nothing better to do anyway since you were waiting on Patrick’s approval of some designs you had made for new monsters in RWBY.

If only you had seen how hard he had to try to keep from audibly expressing his pain when he pulled you in for that hug. Standing over you with your face pressed against him so that you could not see, he had his eyes squeezed together with his nose scrunched to hold in the discomfort. But seeing you finally smile after his hug made it all worth it. After all, Ray Narvaez Jr. got to hug the girl he was secretly in love with.

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Rendered useless

Title: Rendered useless Pairing: Gavin x Reader Word Count: 903

Sorry this came late! Got another Gavin request today and thought that this could satisfy both :) If any of you have requests for RT Employees who are less frequently found in reader fics, let me know! I feel like we should show them some lovin'! 

“It just doesn’t feel right,” Gavin complained, his fingers still dutifully mashing away at his controller. “Can we be done?”

“C’mere cow, let me give you a hug,” Ryan said into his mic. “Daddy needs some health.”

“Ryan, you gonna win?” Gavin asked impatiently.

“Yeah, but I need to get back to Achievement City… in the dark. I have two hearts left. We’re not on peaceful right?”

“Uh, nope. Good luck with that Ray—I mean, Ryan,” said Geoff.

“Comon Geoff. We’re nothing alike,” Ray complained.

“Where are you Ryan?” Gavin asked.

“I’m…oh, I see Ice Cube,” he said.

“Grand, I’m nearby. One sec.”

Gavin’s character ran up to Ryan’s kilt-adorned one and started to throw items at him.

“Here, eat up. Got some lovely pork chops. Here’s a diamond sword. Let’s go back to our houses. There’s no way you can die,” Gavin declared.

Michael had jested at his claim, asking if that was a challenge. But Gavin glared him down. Ryan returned to downtown Achievement City and erected the Tower of Pimps.

“Yay! Pork chops for everyone,” Ryan said atop the tower, jumping and throwing meat at everyone down below.

“Okay, I’m off,” Gavin said once the recording stopped. “She’s not here and I don’t want to be either.” He grabbed his jacket, and looked at Geoff to see if he objected, but seeing the older man give a small shrug, he left.

You had been in bed the whole day because of the common cold. For something named the “common” cold, it sure felt like hell. What had been a sore throat the day before turned into a headache and fever today. Gavin had been reluctant to leave you at home, but you persuaded him to get to work and film the Let’s Plays they had lined up. You had called in sick, and said that you’ll catch up on editing at home when the headache dissipate. After Gavin left, you turned on the computer to let the videos render. You crawled back into bed, letting the headache simmer down so that it was no longer disorienting you, but only thumping against your skull.

When you woke up a while later, you got up, momentarily forgetting that you were sick. You grabbed on to the side of your bed, waiting for the world to stop moving around you.

“Mm, soup would be nice,” you said sleepily. You were getting hungry. You slowly made your way over to the kitchen with your white blanket wrapped around you, and dug through the cupboard for a can of chicken noodle. But then you remember the videos you had left on the computer, and went to check on them instead. Leaning over the table, the monitor indicated that they were now done and ready to be edited.

“What are you doing?” Gavin’s voice asked, laced with concern. He was closing the door to your apartment, putting his copy of your key back into his wallet.

“Um, the GTA videos are done rendering,” you said with a small smile. You were trying to supress a cough, but it was nagging at your throat, begging for release. You gave in and let the coughing fit take over.

“Love, you’ve got to lie down,” he came over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you over to the sofa.

“Why are you here?” you asked, sitting down. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah, you got sick.” He said with a grin. The grin quickly faded and his shoulders fell. “I hated being in the office without you, knowing you’re coughing a lung out at home.”

“I’m not coughing a lung out,” you protested. A nicely timed cough accompanied your comment. “I’ll be fine in a bit. Go back to work, I don’t want to infect you.” With that you scooted over on the sofa with your blankets still around you.

Gavin frowned at your attempts to get away from him and he responded by moving over too. He then moved his arm around you again, and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“I don’t get sick,” he reminded you.

“Oh right, doctor Gavin Free,” you said with a laugh. “World’s shittiest doctor.”

“Shaddup,” he whispered, nuzzling you between your neck and your blankets. “Did you eat yet? We need to get some liquids into you.”

“I was going to make some soup right before you came in,” you said, resting your head on his that was now on your shoulder.

“Don’t move, I’ll make the soup,” Gavin said, starting to get up.

“Wait, no,” you said, reaching out to gently pull him down again. “Sit with me awhile? I liked that.”

“Of course,” he said with a smile, the light returning to his blue eyes, pushing away the concern that had been tainting them since you had woken up today.

He sat back down, pulled you into his lap, and rested his head onto your shoulder again. Your blanket sat between you two, but it didn’t matter. He was close enough. You snuck a hand out of your blanket shroud to turn on the TV and happily sat there with Gavin’s arms around you. He held the hand you had let escape from your fort, and traced small circles on it as the TV prattled away. Despite being sick, it seemed the world could not be any more perfect.

“My little marshmallow,” he said softly. 

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Prompts received!

Prompts received! Will post them in the near future because I came home  later than expected! For now, hope y'all had a great RT Community Day!

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Rooster Teeth writing spree (again) tomorrow! (the 15th of April)

In honor of RT community day, I'll be taking Rooster Teeth (anyone) x reader prompts :) Will be doing the first two prompts sent in! Like last time, I'll get the fics done by the end of the day!

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Achieving Survival (Part 4)

Title: Achieving Survival (Part 4) Pairing: Future reader x ??  Word Count: 1118 TW: Vomiting

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Before bed, Geoff announced that he would take the first watch for tonight. It was comforting knowing someone would be on the lookout. For the past week, your slumber had been erratic, and you would jolt awake at the slightest sound. Tonight, you laid your head down and had one of the best rest you could remember. A dreamless, uninterrupted sleep. Another benefit of being in a group of seven was that not everyone had to wake up in the middle of the night to stand guard. It was not until rays of sunshine hit you across the face in the morning that you stirred. You were still heavy from sleep, but you forced your unwilling eyes opened and looked around to see who was up. You looked around the garage that was the safe house. It turned out to be no one. Everyone was still in their sleeping bags. That was odd. Whose turn was it to watch guard? Then you noticed Gavin’s empty sleeping bag. You wriggled out of your warm bag and went to look for him.

You ended up hearing him before seeing him. You heard liquid splattering the concerte sidewalk outside. Unsure as to whether you should approach him, you called out his name.

“Gavin?” you hesitantly asked.

“Get away from me,” he managed.

“Shoot me or something. I’m spewing chunks.” As if to emphasize his point, he vomited again.

“Where you bitten?” you asked at a distance.

“No, but I don’t know what the bloody hell is happening,” he groaned. He dry heaved, but nothing came out this time.

“Then you’re not infected. I’m coming over,” you said to the man clutching his stomach with one hand on a nearby streetlight pole.

Reaching him, you saw the dinner that he had consumed hours ago. The beans were slightly digested and you could see multicolored forms within the mushy beans.

“What did you eat?!” you asked.

Looking down at what you were pointing at, he muttered “gummies.” You laughed, realizing his consumption of candy probably gave him an upset stomach. You took the gun he had laid several steps from where he was emptying his stomach, careful not to breathe too vigorously the entire time. Vomit was gross, but being the only person awake to help, you tried to ignore the unpleasant smell.

Gavin seemed to only be dry heaving now, so you went over to him and let him put one arm around your shoulders so you could help him back to the garage so he could sit down.

The room was still sleeping, but it was getting late. So after you set down Gavin and gave him some water, you started to wake people up. Closest to Gavin’s spot on the floor was Jack, who woke up with a few good shakes. He put on his glasses and got up to help with the task of being an alarm clock.

You then moved to wake up Ray, who was curled up in his sleeping bag, his head covered. You prodded him and you heard him mumble something.

“What?” you asked, and lifted back the top of the sleeping bag he had folded over to cover his head.    

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed. Ray’s hair was slicked to his forehead, sweat visibly forming even as you knelt there next to him.

“Geoff, what the hell man?” Jack’s voice rang out. “You vomited in your sleeping bag? Dude have fun cleaning that up.”

You hurried over to Michael’s sleeping bag to see that he too was sweating, curled up with his hands over his stomach.

“What the fuck is going on?” you wondered aloud.

Ryan was also suffering. He told you and Jack that he was sure his head was swimming in the ocean somewhere, bobbing to mysterious tides. He was not nauseous enough to barf just yet, which was good for you and Jack.

Suddenly you figured it out. You rushed over to one of the supplies bags and rooted through it for a can of beans. Grabbing one, you read the label looking for numbers. And there it was. The beans had expired almost two years ago.

“It’s the beans,” you said to Jack. “They’ve all got food poisoning.” Barely did you finish your sentence did Ray struggle to get up. He ran, stumbling all the while, to the exit and the sound of wet beans hitting the pavement was heard shortly after he disappeared. You and Jack jumped into motion, trying to procure as many plastic bags as possible for the guys. Luckily, you were able to hand Michael a bag before he dispelled his sick over himself.

Ray came back into the room and instantly collapsed on top of his sleeping bag, curling into a croissant and moaning. Not unlike the others.

The rest of the day was filled with you and Jack working together to get rid of the bags of barf, wiping the sweat off the food poisoned victims, and getting them to drink water. At one point, as you sponged off Gavin’s forehead with a rag, you heard him ask whether you were an angel. His eyes were unfocused and his words were slurred. Jack overheard and you heard a booming laughter ring out from the man, playfully calling Gavin a loser.

By about the late afternoon, just before the sunset, you and Jack sat down, using one empty wall as a backrest. It had been exhausting. Jack reached out a hand, palm exposed towards you. You gave him a high give.

“I can’t believe neither of us barfed,” he commented.

"There was no time,” you said with a shrug.

Now the five of them on the floor were sleeping off their food poisoning. Jack had found some Advil and forced it down their throats.

Beside you, Jack procured a few packets of crackers, and both of you checked the packaging to make sure it was not expired. Then you guys allowed your stomach to refuel with the crunchy crackers. After you guys were done, neither of you wanted to move from the seat against the wall. Too exhausted to do anything else, Jack offered you his shoulder and you graciously took it, drifting off. 

Part 5

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Categorized Tags

Benedict x Reader Waking up (WC: 353) A day out (WC: 522) So very sick (WC: 816) Not the best of days (WC: 808) Caught in the rain (WC: 770) Caught in the rain Pt. 2 (WC: 155) Win-win situation (WC: 1482) Baby it's cold outside (WC: 615)

Reader x Khan (Discontinued) Finding the light pt 1 (WC: 524) Finding the light pt 2 (WC: 502)

Loki x OC (needs editing*) Asgard Adaptation (WC: 849)

Ray Narvaez Jr. x Reader Why not X-ray? (WC: 874) Why not X-ray? Pt. 2 (WC: 623) Worth it (WC: 1037)

Michael Jones x Reader Stop being so perfect (WC: 1246) Sore loser (WC: 860)

Gavin Free x Reader Nerves (WC: 429) Rendered useless (WC: 903)

Achievement Hunter x Reader  Achieving survival (WC: 1213) Achieving survival Pt. 2 (WC: 952) Achieving survival Pt. 3 (WC: 2154) Achieving survival Pt. 4 (WC: 1118) Achieving survival Pt. 5 (WC:2083) Achieving survival Pt. 6 (WC: 4253) END

Joel Heyman x Reader Scare tactics (WC: 950)

Adam Ellis x Reader Enough disappointments (WC: 2184)

* I actually have this story all done and there are a LOT of chapters. But I don't have time to edit it and polish it off! If anyone is able to do this for me, I'd be willing to work with them to get it out :) 

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Frequently Asked Questions

I'm just kidding, these questions were not frequently asked. (*peers at empty ask box*) But I thought that answering them would probably do us all some good!

What do you write?

I write female reader inserts mostly. I really enjoy reading this genre of work and was inspired to write some myself! As for the female part, it's just because I don't think I can write a male reader convincingly. I like writing fluff (as you may have noticed) because I think they really can cheer someone up. In general, they're just good for creating some warm fuzzies. I don't write about sex on this account though. 

Who do you write about? 

It's hard to say. I go through phases for different fandoms, and I frequently jump back and forth. However, it is quite evident which fandom I currently am focused on as you can probably observe through my fanfics. I honestly cannot predict who I will write about next! 

Can I send in a prompt?

Yes! I cannot promise I'll write every one that gets sent in, but I always find them to be very helpful when I've got writer's block! I always post the prompt that was sent in along with the fic, so if you do not send me the ask anonymously, your name will appear! But if you want to disassociate your name from your request, send me a message or state so in the ask and I'll blur out your name when posted :) 

If you have a question, feel free to just message me! 

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Nerves

Title: Nerves Pairing: Gavin x Reader Word count: 429

Last one for tonight :) Thank you for the prompt! 

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“Do you think we’ll win?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“What’re you talking about? Red versus Blue is tippity top. We’ve got it in the bag… right?” Gavin asked. That put the two of you into another bout of silence. 

“On the plus side, we get free food,” you said. “Let’s go.”

 “Yeah let’s,” he said, adjusting his black tie in the sun visor’s mirror. “I think the others have been texting me nonstop. Probably asking where we are. My phone’s been vibrating like mad.”

You removed the keys from their slot in the ignition, but realized how badly you were shaking as the keys jingled from the keychain you were now holding. This caused Gavin to look over at you. He gently reached over with his left hand to hold you by the wrist, and then took the keys from you with his other hand. He slid them in a pocket inside his suit, and moved his hand from your wrist to your palm. He held your hand, waiting for you to let the anxiety pass. You could tell that he was nervous too since his usually warm hands were cold and slightly clammy. You looked up into your boyfriend’s face to see that he was giving you a supportive, reassuring smile. You could feel the edges of your lips turn up, infected by Gavin’s aura of positivity.

“Come here,” you muttered, reaching to grab the tie he had just finished rearranging so that you could pull him in for a kiss.

You felt his velvety lips against yours. He kissed you back lightly, but you were quick to press against him expressing your need. You reached up and held your left hand on the side of his face, then inched it up running your fingers through his hair. His hands snaked its way around your waist, drawing you even nearer. You felt his stubble rubbing against your face and you released a small moan. He took this opportunity to dance his tongue against your open lips.

It took a good while before the two of you broke away, and even then, he kept his forehead resting against yours. The two of you were catching your breath, both a little dizzy from the kissing.

“Well, my nerves have successfully been obliterated,” he commented, looking at you with his grayish blue eyes.  

“What nerves?” you asked with a laugh. 

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Scare tactics

Title: Scare Tactics Pairing: Joel x Reader Word count: 950

Yay, I've never done a Joel reader insert before! Ugh and I love the Joel and Adam videos—so happy they've kinda become a regular thing now. Thanks for the prompt anon!

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“Come on,” Joel whined. “I want to do another Let’s Play.”

“I hear it’s actually not scary at all,” he ventured.

“Really? I heard quite the opposite.”

Joel had brought up the idea of playing the newer Slender game—Slender: The Arrival. You remember when you first played the original Slender and that had creeped you out. Sure, it wasn’t the best in terms of graphics, but the fact that you only had a flashlight and were quite helpless in game did not sit quite well with you. The newer version of the game featured better graphics, which was probably not going to help it get any less scary. You told Joel that it was a great idea and that you’d definitely watch the video when it came out. Then he started complaining about how Adam was away for the week. Now he was in your office, trying to convince you to play the game with him.

“Hey! You’re actually done with the shirt. It looks good by the way,” he commented.

“It’s all Jon,” you said. You swiveled your chair around to look at the man who was crouched next to you in order to converse at a less intimidating height. Joel was impossibly tall.

“Please?” he asked, trying to give you his puppy dog eyes. He was pouting. You sighed and stood up.

“Fine, let’s go.”

In a matter of seconds, he was up and dragging you to his office. A stupid grin lit up his face. When you entered the room you realize that he already had the game set up.

“How did you know I was going to say yes?!” you asked.

“’Cause you’re you,” he said, his big grin causing his eyes to squint together.

You sat down on one of the chairs that he had pulled up, and together you guys started the game. Joel started the intro and you joined in explaining to the audience how much you did not want to do this but Joel’s “an annoying little piss pot” to put it in the words of Gavin, so here you were. You controlled the keyboard, while Joel took over the mouse. You had refused to use the mouse despite knowing that Joel was left handed.

“How are the doors so freaking hard to open?” he asked. “Can you look at it properly?”

“Look at the screen! It’s perfectly aligned with our vision. You’re not pressing it properly!”

“Oh. Haha, my bad. AH WHAT WAS THAT?” The two of you had just opened a window in the house that the character was in. Slenderman briefly appeared through the open window causing both of you to jump back.

Collecting yourselves, you guys continued. Leaving the house meant a long walk through the dark forest. Sporadic loud noises and static would jump on the screen, consequently causing you to jump along with it. Luckily, you were not controlling the mouse, so you could cheat and close your eyes every now and then.

Upon collecting the third of the eight pages to complete the game that seemed to be on a harmless car, you guys walked into the forest again to find more. But suddenly, the tall faceless figure with long arms appeared to the right of the screen accompanied by a sound in game causing you to scream.

“RUN AWAY FROM HIM! AWAY!” Joel shouted, but your eyes were closed.

“What’s away?!” you asked in panic. “Left or right? I’m not looking!”

Then you heard the sound that signalled your character’s demise. Opening your eyes, you were greeted with a flickering image of the faceless man’s headshot. You took a deep breath and realized that you had your right hand on Joel’s arm, nails digging into him.

“Whoops,” you said, releasing your grip on him. “I’m so sorry.” As you took your hand away, you saw that you had managed to draw blood in one of the little crescent indents you had created on his arm.

You were still a little jumpy, so when Miles suddenly opened the door to the room, you freaked out and whipped your head around to face whatever horror you thought was approaching.

“Um,” Miles said standing outside, “is this a bad time?”

“Hey Miles, I’ll get back to you,” Joel said to him. He waited till the door was closed again before turning you back to him in your chair.

“It’s cool, we’re done,” he said soothingly. You looked into his eyes, letting them melt the fear you had built up during the last twenty minutes of gameplay. He reached over to stroke your head, and pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across your face during the last moments of the game. He then drew you in for a hug, holding you against his chest in his arms.

“I hate you,” you mumbled into the front of his black t-shirt.

He tightened his hug and said “No you don’t. You love me.” You looked up at him to see his big goofy grin again, and you couldn’t help but smile back.  

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Prompts closed for now! :)

Thank you very much for the prompts! I'll be doing two more from tonight:

1) The Joel/Reader one requested by anon

2) The Gavin/Reader one requested by Letsprompt 

...and they'll be done by tonight!

Will probably do more of these quick prompt fulfilment fan fics in the future! Keep your eyes out ;)