#nat zang x reader

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 20

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

Chapter 20

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hector raised an eyebrow “knocked you out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 21

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[storiesforallfandoms]

still mine ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 1570

request?: no

description: after they’ve been reunited, he starts acting a little weird and she finds out why by accident

pairing: 10k x female!reader

warnings: swearing, gets a little steamy but only mentions of sex

masterlist (one, two)

I gripped onto my seatbelt as Warren hit the breaks and spun our vehicle around. We jerked to a harsh stop as I looked out the window to see a familiar old man jumping and waving his arms around at us, and a much more familiar lanky figure in a shopping cart behind him.

“Steven Beck, where the hell have you been?!” Warren called as she was the first out of the vehicle and rushing to hug Doc. “We’ve been looking all over for you!”

“What happened to me? What happened to you?” Doc asked.

“Uh, you didn’t see the hoard of spider zombies?” Addy asked.

“Spider zombies? Damn, no.”

While the group filled Doc in on what he missed, I walked over to the shopping cart with my unconscious boyfriend inside of it. I was afraid I was having a heat induced hallucination. The last time I had seen 10k, he was being taken away onto a submarine to be treated for gunshot wounds. Then that submarine promptly exploded, seemingly with 10k still on it.

I had spent the last few weeks believing 10k was dead. Now, seeing him in front of me, very much not blown to pieces, I was afraid to believe he was alive.

But then I touched his hand - warm, flesh, real - I knew it was real; he was real. I covered my mouth to keep from making too much noise as a sob erupted from my throat.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see it was Doc. “We should get him out of the sun. He’s been through a lot.”

Once 10k was placed into the back of our vehicle, Doc started telling us about how he found 10k and the condition he had been in. I tuned him out after a short period of time. All I could focus on was as I gently stroked his face. His hair, somehow still soft during the zombie apocalypse, between my fingers as I brushed a few stray hairs behind his bandana.

His blue eyes as they snapped open and he jumped up.

“Hey, hey,” I said, taking his face in my hands to make him look at me. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”

Recognition crossed over his face as he lifted a hand to cup my cheek. “(Y/N)?”

“It’s me, baby. Doc brought you back to me.”

In an instant, 10k was sat up and pressing his lips against mine. His hand moved from my cheek to my hair while mine fisted around his shirt. I was so lost in the moment, the memories of these lips on mine, that I forgot we technically had an audience until Warren cleared her throat.

“Good to have you back, kid,” she said, a knowing smile on her face as she looked between 10k and I.

“Good to be back,” 10k said.

Warren looked between the two of us. 10k’s hands were still in my hair and my hands were still tangled in his shirt. We were both basically on the cusp of getting it on right then and there.

“Let’s leave these two to...reunite,” she said.

Addy made a disgusted face while Doc commented, “You two better open a window. I don’t want to rive in a vehicle that reeks of sex.”

10k’s face turned blood red as he looked away from them. Warren winked at me as she closed the door, leaving 10k and I totally alone.

The minute the door was shut, 10k lunged at me again. His lips were against mine, hungry and needy. The force of the kiss knocked me backwards. 10k’s hand cradled my head as we laid on the hard floor. I giggled as he began kissing down my neck, his slight stubble tickling my skin.

“Are you sure you want this right now?” I asked. “You’ve been through a lot, you need some rest.”

“I need you,” he said, his voice husky with lust.

My better judgement told me that 10k needed rest, but his tone of voice made the ache between my legs grow too much to ignore it.

His lips met mine again and my hands trailed to his hair. He jumped suddenly, taking hold of my wrists.

“I...I have an injury on my neck,” he said. “It-it’s still pretty, uh, tender.”

“What? 10k, are you okay?”

I tried to look, but he grabbed me again. “I’m fine, I promise. Just...don’t touch my neck, okay?”

I wasn’t sure how much I believed him, but I decided not to argue. I wanted to get to the good part of our reuniting.

10k made quick work of taking off my shirt and pants, leaving me mostly bare in front of him. His clothes erection pressed between my legs, sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted him, all of him, right now. His attempts to unbutton his own pants told me he wanted the same thing.

His lips were on mine again, my head was empty of any thoughts as my hands traveled over his body. I wasn’t thinking as they crept up his back again, tracing over the exposed skin just below his neck and then over the scars on the back of his neck.

Wait...they’re not just any scars...they’re...

10k pulled away from me quickly, his eyes wide. I sat up, too, my expression undoubtedly mirroring his own.

“(Y/N),” he said slowly. “It’s not what you think.”

“10k, are you bit?” I asked. “Is that a bite mark? Did one of those fuckers bite you?!”

“No! Not a Z.”

“Then what...how did you...?” I trailed off midsentence as it dawned on me. “Murphy.”

10k’s bottom lip began to tremble and he lowered his head. I moved closer to him, slowly reaching out to gently touch his chin. He looked up at me and I could almost see everything he went through in his eyes. I finally noticed how worn he looked, and I was starting to understand what made him this way.

I took him into my arms and let him cry into my (still naked) shoulder. I held him tightly as he let all of his emotions out. I couldn’t blame him for feeling this way. The last time any of us saw someone that Murphy had bitten, it was Cassandra, and things didn’t exactly end well there.

“I didn’t want this,” he said, his voice breaking as he spoke. “He did it while I was unconscious on the boat. I don’t want to be his blended slave, but I...I can’t shake him. I have these nightmares, I-I - ”

“10k, baby, it’s okay,” I said. I took his face in my hands again and held him so I could look at him. “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

“What if we can’t? What if I go all crazy like Cassandra did? Or what if I get completely mind controlled by Murphy and I...and I take his side in this?”

I could see the panic in his eyes and it absolutely broke my heart. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Murphy again. For this, I was dying to be the one to finally end his reign of terror.

I brushed 10k’s hair back again and cupped his chin. “No matter what happens, we’re going to be behind you 100%. We’ll help you find a way to break from Murphy’s control. It has to be easier now than it was after he bit Cassandra. If it was like it was back then, you’d already be more Z than 10k. You’re strong, and you have us.”

He placed his hands over mine, lowering them onto our laps. His thumbs ran over my knuckles. It was such a simple action, but I was realizing then how much I missed it. How much I missed his touch in general, how much I missed him. I didn’t care what Murphy had done to him, I was just glad to have him back. We’d find a way to reverse Murphy’s bite. I was confident in that. We’d figure this out and I’d have my 10k back.

“I missed you so much,” he said as if reading my thoughts. “I spent so much time thinking about you and how badly I wanted to get back to you.”

“I thought about you a lot, too,” I said. “I dreamt about you so often that I never wanted to be awake again.”

I could see a smile trying to form on his face. “Yeah? Must’ve been very good dreams, then.”

There was another change in his tone of voice, one that resembled his tone earlier.

I smirked at him and shrugged my shoulders. “They were. Most of them were just me and you living a normal life together outside of the apocalypse. But then some of them were a bit more...spicy.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “How spicy are we talking?”

I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “Why don’t I show you?” before nibbling his earlobe a little and pushing him back so he was the one laying down.

He looked up at me in shock and lust as I climbed onto his lap and lowered my head to kiss him again. In an instant, we both completely wiped our minds of the conversation we had moments ago and just enjoyed being with one another again.

[dnymirs]

12:51

my family started z nation on netflix and i thought of something sad. based on the song 12:51

10k x reader in which 10k loves you so so much, just not in the way you want him to

you had known tommy your entire life

he was your best friend and you were his

through thick and thin, it has always been you and him

now, he goes by 10k

and you guys found warren's group, and everything felt more...compact

it's nice to have friends again

someone you can call a family

people who love and protect you and make you smile and make you cry

and tommy--10k--he's happy too

when red came into your guys' life, it was obvious that he likes her

or at the very least, he's intrigued by her

he really hasn't met a lot of girls growing up, just you

and this was all new to him

and you love red--you do--she's a sister to you

everyone's looked out for everyone--everyone's family

and you want red and 10k to be happy

they are

but god, you aren't

you just arent

sometimes it hurts to a point that tears just won't stop falling

because what you feel, it's been with you for as long as you can remember

back when everything was normal

you remember how you'd dream about you and 10k being together, because it has always been the two of you from the start

maybe start a family

but that--that was a dream

and you have come to terms with it--you have

right?

but why

why does it hurt you so much?

why does it hurt to see them flirting

to see him kiss her

it kills you everyday to see them together, because you had dreamt for so long to be her in place

to hold him and kiss him

and tangle your fingers into his hair, and remind him everyday that he is your light

and you were discreet about it, 10k never once noticed the red and swollen eyes in the morning

the longing look in your eyes whenever he’d talk about her

atleast that's what you thought

until you felt addy's hand rubbing your back one night as you were doubled over, crying

"you're gonna be okay"

you jumped up in surprise, "sorry something was just lodged in my throat"

addy looked at you sadly "no there wasnt" and she gestured at the huddles bodies of 10k and red, sleeping

and the wall around you, the one that you thought was strong enough to hold these terrible UNFAIR feelings

it didn't just break--it shattered

”no, there wasn’t” you confirmed

addy wrapped her arms around you and you let it all go, crying into her shoulder

"i thought my feelings were gone addy"

but it wasnt, it never left

addy consoled you for hours, making sure no one saw you crying in despair

and then, a few hours later, addy was slumped beside you, asleep you had thought of one way to forget him

the only way to heal yourself and to finally find the peace you have been looking for--long before the apocalypse started

"i will prove myself wrong" you said, as you glanced at 10k's face for the last time. "i can and i will move on"

as the sky outside gets brighter

and my eyes begin to tire

i'm slowly drowning

in memories of him

and i know it shouldn't matter

as my heart begins to shatter

i'm left to wonder

just how it should have been

10k woke up to the frantic cries of addy

he chased after addy, who was running to the highway, screaming

"hey! what's wrong?"

addy whipped her head to face him, her expression grieving and pain-stricken

"she's gone"

"who?" 10k heart began to pound loudly, as he noted that he didn't see y/n in the morning like he usually did

warren, doc and red caught up to them as addy was still frantic--repeatedly saying that "she's gone...nowhere to be seen...she left"

"who's gone, addy?!" there was now panic in his voice as he gripped addy's shoulders, trying to make her focus. "who's gone?"

"where's y/n?" red mentioned

addy shook her head. "she's gone.

y/n's gone."

no

no

NO NO NO NO NO NO

"10k!" Red and Warren called after him as he ran, he ran blindly, not even sure if this was the direction y/n went.

but he couldn't hear them

he ran

"Y/N!"

[ssimagines]

just some lovely 10k gifs for a new imagine I’m working on.

When you can’t find the right gif you make your own gif

[achillean-affection]

10k accidentally calls you mommy in front of the team

CW: Swearing, zombies, Mommy kink

Team Delta X-ray Delta were all camping out, it had been an exhausting day and everyone was tired, Doc was sleeping in a makeshift hammock, Vasquez was leaning against a tree that funnily enough had rope attached which was holding Murphy. Warren and Addy has been on guard since they’d slept earlier while we all searched, and 10k was on lying with his head in your lap. You were the first to wake up, then Vasquez and Doc, not long after was Murphy. Then there was one.

You hadn’t realised when 10k had woken up and neither had anyone else, you only noticed the hold around you stomach get tighter as he shifted so his face was between the crease in your arm and your chest, the rest of his body curled against your side. The others had seemed to the movement and were watching him to see if he was waking, what you didn’t expect was him crying out for you.

“Mommy~...” he pressed a ,what appeared to be, small kiss to your arm as the others stared in awe. It didn’t take long for Murphy and Vasquez to burst out in laughter while Addy tried to hold in a giggle. You tried to wake up 10k by whispering in his ear, but it took a few soft slaps to his shoulder to wake him.

“I never thought that the kid would be calling someone Mommy, if anything i thought someone would be calling him daddy.” Murphy wasn’t shy when it came to voicing his opinions, but even after just waking up, it was obvious 10k could guess what had happened and why everyone was staring at him. “I would’ve assumed he was talking about his mother, but based on your reaction and how he usually says Ma, i can tell he’s referencing you, so please don’t do a Murphy and use protection.” Warren spoke in a motherly tone, like she just caught her kids doing something they shouldn’t.

It was Addy’s turn to start laughing now, “Okay everyone let’s get in the truck and go, 10k follow your ‘mommy’.”, she dragged out the word mommy in a mocking tone as another wave of red swept over Tommy’s face.

[strawberry-sanrio]

R.I.P 2 MY YOUTH PART 1

R.I.P 2 MY YOUTH PART 1

10k x reader

warnings: angst

word count: 2.5k

description: i was mostly inspired by the bridge of this song for this oneshot. anyways basically the reader is murphy’s niece who they had found along the way in season one. reader fell into a one sided love with 10k and he never looked her way ever, not until now (takes place in the beginning of season 3).

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

None of them had expected to find somebody related to their least favorite member of the group, and they hadn’t. In fact, you had found them thanks to Citizen Z who had willingly led you to them knowing you were very much still alive. That was one thing, but the thing they had least expected was you as a person. You were absolutely nothing like Murphy, not even in the slightest way. Your personalities, mannerisms, and even looks were different in every way possible. Even so, there was no doubt that you two were related- not with the way Murphy treated you.

The strange hybrid had a soft spot for you, he always had since you were born. His older sister had you when he was about twenty-five and from the moment he saw you in the hospital room, he just knew you were a little bottle of sunshine. Although he was always grumpy and acted tough, the man would take you out for ice cream and buy you gifts. Even when he entered prison for postal fraud, you visited him with your mother at every chance you could. The last time he saw you was when you were thirteen. Not knowing whether or not you were still alive was something that often kept him up at night, more than most things did at least.

So when you met again and you joined their mission, it was only normal that the man would be overprotective of you in every and all situations, including those of first loves…. Needless to say, Murphy, just like the rest of the group, had seen it coming.

You and 10k were around the same age and had both been exposed to the cruelty of the world far too young compared to the rest of the members. You were a pretty girl, and he was a handsome young man- both strong and kind, always up for helping others at any cost. You would never forget the smile he gave you the day you met, and the way your heart sped. It was inevitable…. for you.

Tommy had not felt the same way. Sure, he loved you in more ways than one, but he was not in love with you. You made his heart race, sometimes, just like other girls did. You were beautiful, but so were other girls. He felt protective over you, just like he felt with the rest of his teammates. There was nothing different, or so he had thought.

You knew this. How could you not notice the lingering stares he gave Cassandra as she looked out the car window. Or when he gave the first prize rifle from the shooting contest to Brittany, a pretty girl he had only briefly met. Even Red, a random girl dressed in all red that mingled with Tommy quite well. Really, how he seemed to accept and return any attention given to him by any female near his age.

Taking all of this into consideration, you shouldn’t have been hurt when the blue-eyed beauty painfully rejected your feelings for him. But you were.

“Y/N,” he whispered, clearly distraught by your sudden confession. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it coming, Doc had noted it to him long ago. “I… I don’t think right now is the right time.”

“You mean… For me, right?”

You looked over to Cassandra, who was sleeping on the floor on a blanket they had found along the way. Even sleeping, without having showered in quite some time, and stained with blood- she was pretty. Prettier than you, you had thought.

Before the clearly conflicted boy could answer, you shook your head- your beady eyes becoming even shinier in the pale moonlight. You gulped.

“It’s whatever, please just forget it,” you told 10k, giving him a reassuring smile that probably wouldn’t have fooled anybody but him. Maybe it didn’t even fool him, but he took it anyways.

A part of you had wished that he wouldn’t forget it and maybe feel awkward around you, so that you would know that your feelings sincerely reached him, but he didn’t. In fact, he acted so casually- it began to hurt. You knew that you should’ve stopped feeling for him and given up then and there, and you did… for a while. For a while you thought about nothing but taking out your feelings by killing zombies and completing the tasks needed for the mission, but as you buried your feelings deeper- they only grew by tenfold.

When Cassandra died and came back as a strange hybrid thanks to your uncle, having to see 10k suffer because of her only made things worse. The pain only grew and he began to distance himself from everyone around him. Even through this, you remained by his side. You left your uncle to follow him, and you pushed through the agony. The little moments you shared with him- chatting underneath the stars in the back of the pick up truck and him teaching you how to fish.

After she actually died, at his hands, you helped him heal as much as you could and he let you. You and Tommy were practically attached at the hip, even when you slept- he would stay beside you and take watch. Perhaps it was because he had already lost so many people, if he lost you- he probably wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Needless to say, Murphy was not happy about any of it. He had never liked 10k in the first place, even less when he killed Cassandra, but the fact that you were helplessly in love with him and would defy your own uncle for a boy… It was infuriating, to say the least. Deep down he knew that 10k was a good person, much better than anybody else out there, but even so he couldn’t accept it. Not even when you were on the floor crying for him as he got shot thanks to a team of bounty hunters who were after the one and only blue hybrid man.

“10k,” you croaked out, tears daring to escape your beautiful e/c eyes that seemed even more majestic to him as everything was a bit hazy. “They’re going to take you to the submarine where there will be doctors, uncle Murphy will be there too- don’t worry.”

Despite having been shot, your words were as clear as daylight to him, after all, Tommy had always focused in on your voice.

“But- but what about you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, sniffling lightly in worry for the boy who you loved so much. The sight before him now reminded him of the day he rejected you… He regretted it. Now having to go alone with only Murphy made him realize how weak he was without you and how hard it would be. He had taken you for granted.

“No,” 10k refused, trying to get up, ignoring the agonizing pain coming from his abdomen. “I’m not going without you, Y/N.”

“Shhhh you’re right when you come back when you’re all healed up you will not be going anywhere without me, but for now you have to go okay? When you get back you can tell us all about it. I’ll be waiting for you, all of us will.”

The other members nodded in agreement and gave the ravenette encouraging smiles that told him to go on. Hesitantly, he nodded back and let you help him up.

“I’ll be back,” the boy affirmed, staring deep into your orbs. “I promise.”

You smiled, giving him a friendly kiss on the temple before handing him off to the guards and turning to your uncle who was awaiting your goodbye.

Believing you probably weren’t going to be seeing him for a very long time (if ever), you gave him a tight hug, the tears finally escaping your eyes as you hugged goodbye your only living family member.

“Please be safe, uncle Murphy,” you told him, hugging him even tighter. “And… Please keep him safe. Keep 10k safe, for me, please.”

The blue man hugged you back, almost tearing up as well. He had always been attached to you, but the apocalypse somehow managed to tighten your relationship even more than ever before.

“Don’t worry, kid. Lover boy will be fine.”

The two of you pulled away, both wiping away the tears that had unwillingly fallen.

“Stay out of trouble, uncle Murphy.”

“Never.”

And that was the last time you had seen either of the men you loved. Even after the submarine had sunk, apparently your uncle had come back for you and the others when you were out using the bathroom at a somewhat inconvenient time. According to Roberta and the others, 10k was not with the blue man. When they told you that, your whole body froze. There was no way 10k could’ve died- there was no way Murphy would let that happen, now when he knew how much his niece adored him. It was pretty much impossible, but it made no sense. If he was alive, where was he? And why hadn’t he come back to her as promised?

You decided not to follow after your Uncle. If it was true that the boy you were in love with was dead because of your uncle, you couldn’t bear the thought of being with him. You were much better off with Roberta and Addy- who both knew the feeling of losing the men they loved. And Doc, who cared for 10k almost as much as you did.

You had hope that Murphy would give up there, but he didn’t. No, in fact, he returned for you.

“My dear niece, Y/N,” he called out, coming out of nowhere with his arms wide open.

You hugged him, obviously excited to see your only relative, but also eager to hear from him what really happened to 10k. There was no way he was dead.

Once you pulled away, you gave him a ear-to-ear grin— finally asking the question you had on your mind.

“So where’s 10k?”

Murphy stopped smiling.

“He’s fine, honey. Just come with me and I’ll explain everything. We will build a new world with doctor merch and you and him can live happily ever after! It will be great,” he explained, pulling you along as he walked God knows where.

“W-wait what?” You stuttered, your eyes widened at his strange words. “I... Heard somebody with very precise aim shot at Warren’s feet. Was it 10k?”

Murphy was silenced by your question, not knowing what to say next. He could lie to anyone, anyone but you. He had done enough of that to his whole family and it ruined his life before the apocalypse had even started. The only relationship he managed to salvage were those of his sister and mother. Now... What would happen?

The relationship’s demise was coming soon, either way. If he lied, there was no point— she would find out soon enough and it would be even worse.

“Yes.... and no.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, subconsciously backing up as this confirmation of the information you had obtained processed.

The blue hybrid knew he wouldn’t have to explain. You were a bright girl, it wasn’t long before the realization seeped into your features— later coming the denial.

“No,” you denied, shaking your head furiously. “You didn’t.”

“Sunshine, I had no other choice.”

You shook your head even more, tears slipping out of your pained orbs.

“Tell me you didn’t bite him. Murphy, tell me you didn’t.”

He didn’t say anything.

You pushed forward hitting him on the chest as hard as you could, punch after punch as you cried— angrily shaking your head.

“You didn’t!”

Your cries became even louder, and your punches even stronger— actually beginning to hurt the blue man.

“Y/N that’s enough.”

“No, no, no, no!”

You pushed him to the ground, getting on top of him and continuing to punch his chest in utter and pure resentment.

“You did not bite 10k!”

“I had no choice.”

His words seemed to set something off deep inside you that only made you even angrier, giving you more strength to actually seriously injure him— and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was worried for himself.

“You has no choice?! That’s bullshit! Utter bullshit! You may be able to miraculously fool everybody else with your pathetic excuses but not me Uncle Murphy!” You shook your head. “Not when I’ve been hearing them my whole life!”

Oh boy. That was not the correct choice of words. They stabbed him far further than any injection ever had and they reached something nothing else ever had— his heart. He did not like that. Without even thinking about it, he internally called for help— summoning just the person you were arguing over. Except... it wasn’t him. Not really.

Tackling you to your side, 10k held a knife to your neck— pinning you down so you would be unable to hurt your uncle, his master, any more.

You looked up at him. It wasn’t him. You knew that. You knew that there was no way in hell that the 10k you loved and knew would ever hold a weapon up to you, not even in a life or death situation. Even before his emotionless icy blue eyes you could sense the struggle between his will and newfound impulsive nature that only told him to serve Murphy. And even though it hurt you, you knew that deep down it was hurting him by tenfold. To know that he had become exactly what he had seen in Cassandra, you were sure that the disgust and needless guilt would submerge him fully under soon enough.

“10k, it’s okay,” you told him, smiling despite your shaking body. Anybody would be a fool not fear him, even more so now that he was under a certain cynical blue man’s control.

“It’s okay. If you hurt me it’s okay, I’ll let you. I’ll forgive you no matter what.”

Even in the state of mind he was in, frenetic with the side effects of Murphy’s bite, your words reached the back of his head where his thoughts were only as loud as a whisper— and his heart swelled at your gentle words. Even though it had only been a few days since he last saw you, you seemed so much more beautiful than before. Your voice seemed sweeter and your eyes, deeper. He wondered if you had always looked that way and he was just a blind idiot. More notably, he wondered if anybody else had seen you the way he was seeing you. The thought of it made him uncomfortable, and even a bit upset.

Before he had the time to think next about what you were doing, you somehow managed to flip him over and get on top of him, now hovering over him— letting any tears that were left drip onto his abnormally pale face.

“Y/N?” His voice croaked out, looking up at you— torn.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

Before he could say anything more or think about the words you had spoken, you jumped off of him and went running back to where Warren and the others were waiting for you. You didn’t say anything to them, you couldn’t. You were still in shock.

There were a lot of questions you needed answers to, and you were not going to settle until all of them were answered.

[harringtown]

stunner don't ever move softly

its been way too long since i wrote for my og boy!!!!! missed ya 10k!!!! also for anyone new here, almost every z nation fic (unless specific lol) takes place in the world of the old group, around s1 and s2, cuz im a forever hoe for the og group!!!!

requested by anonymous

Summary: Soulmates have telepathic links in moments of extreme emotion (aka the reader saves 10k from a bunch of Z’s)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: violence

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They came out of nowhere.

One moment, 10k is digging through the shelves at an abandoned gas station and piling food into his bag, and the next, a back door is splintering open and the small station is filling with Z’s, growls echoing off the walls and decomposed scent burning 10k’s nostrils.

If he pulls his gun out, if he starts shooting, he’ll only draw the attention of every other Z on this block, and seeing as he’s already surrounded by at least forty, he can’t afford the risk.

So, out comes a machete. He steels himself and lunges, swinging the blade rhythmically, swiping off heads and hopping over limbs and wiping blood splatter off his face. If there’s anything he’s good at, it’s this, fighting and killing and wielding a weapon as a fifth limb.

They keep coming. Like the hydra, with each head chopped, two more take its place, ambling in and filling the small shop and plucking 10k’s chances and blowing them away. The bodies and the smell and noises pulse against the walls, swelling and bursting.

He stops counting after the first twenty, the bodies coming too quickly for him to keep a tally.

Panic unfurls in his gut and he staggers back, slamming into the back corner of the store, Z’s pressing in around him. Fear tinges his thoughts red, kickstarts his heart and throws his pulse into chaos.

The fear grows so large he thinks he might choke on it.

Stupid. So, so stupid. He’s going to die, here, in this stupid gas station, pressed against a long-warm cooler, covered in Z blood and trembling. After all he’s seen, all he’s done, all he’s overcome, it ends here, on speckled, stained tine and surrounded by crunched bags of chips and flat sodas.

He doesn’t realize he’s reaching out until your thoughts bump up against his. The connection only opens in moments of extremeness, fear or excitement or anything big, but most of the time, someone has to swing the door open.

Now, though, you hop into his head without hesitation, without invitation.

Where?

Gas station, 10k snaps, swinging his blade and catching a Z before it latches onto his arm. Hurry, he adds.

He doesn’t hear from you again, and has no time to consider what that means, too busy keeping the Z’s off him, dropping each body that joins the throng. He must be the only edible thing in the town, as every Z on the block has made their way to the gas station, and 10k starts to fear the never-ending push of Z’s will go on forever. They’ll pile up and pile up and he will be stuck on the other side, a sea of Z’s between you and him.

You’re going to want to get down on the ground, your voice says, fluttering into his head. 10k stiffens, straining to see over the heads of Z’s, but can’t make out anything over the chaos and growls and pulsing bodies.

What?

Get the fuck down, 10k.

He drops just in time, hitting the linoleum just as the world goes up in flames, an explosion knocking the Z’s off their feet, ripping off limbs and spraying blood and grime. 10k presses up against the wall, hands over his ears, skull ringing, eyes clamped shut.

Hands flutter over his arms and he jerks up, slamming his gun up and sticking the barrel into your face. Your eyes widen and you nudge the barrel away, kneeling in front of him.

“You okay?” You ask, though he can’t hear it through the ringing in his ears. He nods, reading your lips, and you help him to his feet. Once he’s up, you start swiping off pieces of skin and bone that landed on him during the explosion, lips turned down.

“This is disgusting,” you say, plucking an ear off his shoulder and grimacing as you chuck it away. Once he’s somewhat clean - as clean as possible, these days - you inspect him for bites and scratches, pushing back sleeves and fabric to check skin. When you’re finished, you pat his cheek affectionately, and say, “No bites, today. Lucky you.”

He meets your gaze, expression serious, almost shy.

“Thank you,” he says. You step closer, lips curling up in a smile.

“You know I’ll always save you,” you say. You let your palms settle against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “And you’ll always save me.”

He ducks his chin, pressing his face into your neck, arms winding around you. You’ve never minded the quiet, never minded his tendency for silence, not when you have this. He can say far more with the brush of fingertips or the press of his lips than he ever could with words.

You pull back to look at him, cocking a brow.

“Did you find anything good?”

His lips curl up slightly and he nods, averting his gaze to dig through the bag on the ground behind him, pulling out a candy bar. Unripped, untouched, a little dusty, but otherwise unharmed. An entire candy bar. It’s like being handed a million dollars, at least in the apocalypse.

“Holy shit,” you say, taking the bar and inspecting it, lifting your gaze back to 10k’s. “Holy shit.”

His lips quirk up and he nods at it.

“Don’t tell Addy,” he says, “or you’ll be splitting that thing between the whole group.”

“I’m not even splitting it with you,” you say. At his frown, you crinkle your nose. “Fine. You can have a little bit.”

“I found it!”

“And I love and appreciate you for it,” you say. “But candy is candy, man.”

“Total bull.”

“Life’s unfair.”

He makes a face, and you grin, peeling back the wrapper and breaking off a piece, handing it to 10k, who lights up like a child with the candy in his hand.

“Thanks,” he says. You shrug.

“Guess I’m a sucker for you.”

He grins. “Yeah?”

“You already knew that.”

He shrugs, popping the candy into his mouth and reaching for you again.

“Maybe,” he says. “But you can say it again.”

“Fine. You get as many compliments as you want. But only because you found candy.”

10k smiles, and says, “I’ll take what I can get.”

It’s kind of a lie, because the thing is, 10k doesn’t need, or want, anything. He has you, has a found family. He doesn’t know what comes next, what monsters lurk around the corner, but for now, right now, he has you, in his arms, and he has chocolate on his tongue, and for now, right now, he’s happy.

[thefandomoftheweek]

¿Pinky? promise

pairing: 10k and reader friendship (they/them pronouns so everyone can feel included)

genre: friendship?

rating: Family friendly 

warnings: Swearing / Season 5 spoilers (After S5E9)

word count: 1159

summary:  ~ You meet 10k and the family as they come back to New America ~

You heard about the dam, someone sabotaged, someone else fixed it and then for the first time after the explosion you did believe in that thing called “New America”, when you were heading there the first time you got to see the ¿terriorist attack?. and you did hide back to the safety of being alone. And how you did survive so many years on the apocalypse? Pure luck. PreZ you did work at Starbucks, not a super safe place but, being casually scheduled on the last shift of Target made your day, even if you did hate it, it saved your life. When things started getting weird you didn’t go out, you kept yourself closed inside of that massive building, and didn’t go out in nice 6 years. 2 years ago you risked all and left the comfort to have a real life because being sincere you were losing your marbles all alone, and when you got there “safe place” everything did go to trash, and by trash you mean it exploded on your face. So you got a car and you did run the engine until the first place you could close yourself on. 

And now? You where starving on a cabin on the woods, hearing the radio, and getting ready to try again, even if some part of your brain said “Y/N if you go again probably it will explode”, since the day you left Target you thought you wasted all your luck points being able to survive caged those 6 years because everything around you seemed to permanently die. 

But you where ready, you had your backpack, your crossbow, some bolts, nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and a pocket knife on your fucked up jeans, when you heard another engine, and some voices. “Fuck, damn it you and your non-existing luck points.” You never where into killing humans but you had to do what you had to do, so you did point your bolt into the small black woman and screamed “GET THE FUCK OUT OR I SHOOT YOU” You wished you did sound more like your dad, more aggressive and less, I been 3 days without eating. They seemed good because she dropped the gun and kindly told you they just needed somewhere to rest and some gas to get back to “New America”, and you had those things so, you trusted that woman and opened the door, but covered with your body still pointing her with your crossbow. “A favor for a favor, I need a ride” You heard the sound of someone removing the safety of a shotgun and you did step back moving your weapon down. “Feel yourself at home”  “Don’t be hard on them kid!” You heard an old man voice on the back and you raised your eyes to the shotgun, someone around your age, probably younger was pointing at you, was being blamed for being ¿hard on you?. “Don't even worry old man, I’m sure we can all be harder don’t we?” You were joking for the first time in years as you did point for a few seconds to the kid shooting somewhere near his head leaving the bolt stuck on a tree next to his body. “Don’t worry if I did want you dead you would be”.

Next, you heard a shot, a laugh while you did smell the gunpowder, and the bullet so near that played with your hair. “Same here!” He said loud, and you did believe him, with a laugh.  Once on the house, you felt so dizzy introducing yourself, so you did rest your head on the couch and suddenly that black woman was softly slapping your face “Hey here” you smell something nice, like... beans. “Thanks, mum” You take it and you eat some before hearing the laugh, the laugh of literally everyone when you called a complete stranger your mum, and you turn red, and your hand shakes and you lose all the composure and you want the world to swallow you. 

“Beautiful so now 10K is my son, and Y/N is Roberta’s kid and we are all just a beautiful family,” Said that old man called Doc, who in your opinion looked a little bit stoned. Soon the conversation was somewhere else and you got some water, you started wondering where did all those come from, and why they were so stupidly happy but you felt accommodated, after a long time without company you weren’t that talkative but you did enjoy hearing voices and laughs around you. The chat was over, also the meal, they did look a lot more tired than you so you offered the couch and the bed as you did go out, assuming that looking around for zombies since they were sleeping was your job now, but looking up you did see the guy and the rifle ¿10k? that was a weird ass name but who are you to judge, so with not that much ability for climbing you did jump and roll on to the roof with him “Any friendly neighbors wanting to eat our brains tonight?” you asked, trying to make a conversation, maybe because he was around your age, or maybe because he didn't talk that much and that felt lonely, but you just did. 

“Nah” He said as you did see him smoke soft on a cigarette breathing it out.  “That will kill you, you know?”  “Z probably will first so who cares?” “Not like if I care about you.” You say laying your back looking up to the sky. “But you stink, and it's very unpleasant”  “Not like if you smell like flowers after 8 years of apocalypse just so you know” He laughs and you punch his shoulder with a laugh. “Anyways that's a really bad habit” He laughs at you on your face and you feel like when a brother starts pissing you off and you want to push him down the bunk bed but you just growl, better not push him down the roof. “Bad habits make the apocalypse, just don’t tell my girl, and I promise that when we arrive at New America I will tell no one you called Roberta Warren mum” By now you definitely feel like killing him but you laugh instead showing him your pinky. “Pinky promise?” You see him shy, and you wonder if you did something wrong but as he moves his arm up, you see it, there is no pinky or no hand at all, and you feel a little stupid for not noticing before but you just laugh looking at it. “So... IDK this kinda looks like a pinky to me,” You say as you grab the tiniest of the two horns that make his prosthetic hand. He looks uncomfortable but not as much as in the star and he gets it near to you. “If you say so... that makes it a pinky promise then” 

DONE! 

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[zombiezballs]

I Agree -  10k/Reader

Fetish/Kink: Mommy Kink

Triggers: Violence, gore

Request from @pheonixrose03; It wont let me tag for some reason?

Hi...uhhh sorry to bother, but you don’t mind making another mommy kink with 10k...? And sorry if I’m asking too much, you don’t need to ofc, but can you please do one? Readers a bad ass that doesn’t talk much and has many secrets. One of them is revealed (mommy kink) when 10k does something that makes her secret slip.... Also, she just joined the group, another reason as to why she’s so quite and secretive.

The  group was intimidating, or they should be but this is the apocalypse and most people don’t scare easy anymore. They should have left when they were first given the out, instead they stayed and decided prod at the group.

“Lookie what we got here boys.” One of them said stepping from their van and shutting the door behind him, He boots clicking against the pavement as he closed the short distance between himself and Roberta who stood at the front. The rest of his crew let out chuckles as they fanned out behind him, there were at lease 10 of them all together, some boys that were probably nobodys before shit hit the fan. “Quite the little rag tag group you’ve got here pretty lady.” He said cockily and spit to his left.

Roberta straightened her posture, her hand moving down to the machete at her waist, then her head tilted back a little, “We made it this far just fine, people haven’t exactly been and obstacle for us.”

He laughed, full belly laugh, “This little lady has some balls.” He motioned for his crew to step forward,” People aren’t a problem for us either sweetheart.” He said the motioned over his should to the vehicles that they had arrived in, “In fact we’re usually the ones causing problems.” He smirked as he looked at the other members in his crew. “I tell you what though, you are a very pretty lady. I have quite the soft spot for women like you especially, attitude, beauty and body. You’re the whole package.” He said gently running his arm from his shoulder to her elbow where he wrapped his hand around it.

Doc noticed as the rest of the group instantly reached for their weapons, slowly moving his to the knife in his belt loop, “I wouldn’t do that, we’ve talked to people like you and fortunately they won’t be bothering anyone ever again.”  

The stranger lifted his head and laughed, “Are you really going to keep threatening us, we all just want a good time.” He said and let go of Roberta’s arm, moving to the next female, Addy. He cupped her chin to which she responded with a slap to his cheek. His hand moved from her face to his own. His face twisted to anger quickly and his hand quickly found it’s way into her hair pulling it back and causing her body to arch backwards in an attempt to relieve the pain, “You people just don’t fucking quit!” He yelled and looked around, “Which one of you wants to pull some shit next!” He said as he removed the knife strapped from his thigh and pressed it gently against Addy’s throat. His eyes scanned the group, “This could have gone out nice, without a any problems but you had to push me.” He said and shook his head, “Put her in the truck.” He said to on of the members of his group who grabbed her by the arm and began walking her back to one of the vans. “I don’t think you understand the seriousness of your current situation.” He sauntered to the next female, y/n, his lips quirked up, “That scowl looks quite nice on you sweet heart.”

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the movement of hands and spoke monotone but with an edge to it, “Put your gun down 10k.” 

The stranger, moved his head to look at 10k and laughed, “Do as the lady says.” He said watching as 10k slowly holstered his gun, “You’ve quite the pull in this group don’t you lady, you hardly had to raise your voice and he’s doin whatever you tell him.” he said with an amused smirk before tilting his head back and crossing his arms over his chest, “Bet he calls you mommy too.”

“Not yet, he should consider it sometime.” She said and made a small motion with her hand while the opposite group’s head simitaniously looked to her in shock, almost like they weren’t expecting that answer, then again they probably didn’t expect to be shot either. As some of them fumbled to get their guns or fell backwards as they got shot, she brought her handup and punched the leader in the gut and as he hunched over in pain she grabbed the back of his head and slammed in against her knee. He fell back on to his ass she slowly moved her hand into his hair and pulled his bloody face forward, “Did you expect me to call you daddy?” She said then pushed her blade though his eye. She let his hair go which caused his dead body to fall backwards, she let out a breath and wiped it against her pants before putting it away again.

Roberta had already run towards the truck to Addy who met her half way, they hugged before meeting with the rest of the group, “You distracted him long enough for me to get his gun.” She said which flooded the rest of the group with relief. They all laughed as they rejoiced in the fact they’d all live to see another day. However 10k focused on the new girl who had began picking things off the deceased bodies they’d just created.

A few weeks passed and the trucks ran out of gas close to a survivor camp who promised them a place to stay for a couple day and more if they decided to stay. The group got two houses between them, almost everyone stayed in the same house besides her, she preferred to be alone. So when she heard a knock at her door she was hesitate to answer it, but non the less she did.

As the door opened 10k looked up and let out a breath he’d been holding, “Can i come in?” He asked slowly before she moved out of the way and closed the door behind him. He sat on one of the couches and wait for her to take a seat, she sat opposite of him and a cushioned chair. “I’ve been thinking about what you said a couple of weeks ago and I agree.” He leaned back as her face twisted into confusion, “I agree... Mommy.” 

I will do a part 2 if its requested

[10k-fics]

fic requests!

hey y'all, i'm glad to see that you're all enjoying the fics in my master list. i have a twelve hour car ride tomorrow, so feel free to send in fic requests. i'll be able to get a lot of fics done! i currently have zero requests. even if the request is really specific, send it my way.

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 18 (10k)

Pairings: 10k and mom!reader.

A/N: Hey! I know it’s really been a hot minute, I’ve had like no time to post the next couple chapters with fancy vet school and working full time. Hopefully you all can forgive me especially since the next few chapters are rough. Again, I’m sooooo sorry. :( If i managed to find some extra time would you be interested in a different 10k story line?

                                              Chapter 18

We stayed a few days, making sure doc was good to travel. Emma kept her distance from him, unsure of the new temporary member. 

She cried when I left, I heard her from outside the house. Begging for me to come back, it took everything in me to not turn around to say fuck you im not going. Doc tried to comfort me but it only turned the tears into anger. 

The first time I smelled the forgotten smell of rotten flesh I threw up. “Damn kid, you alright?” Doc asked as he held my hair. 

“Funnily enough I forgot how bad they smell” I weakly chuckled. He looked at me concerned. “What?”

“Are you-“ he hesitated for a moment, “any chance you’re pregnant?”

“Absolutely not, it’s been too long” at least I thought anyways. I’d have to try and worry about that math later. I was decently sure. 

Doc thought for a moment, his face softened “you’re right, it’s been a bit”

It took us two weeks to make it back to their camp, addy was the first one to notice. “Holy shit” she ran over and wrapped me in her arms squeezing me tight. 

I returned the gesture, watching over Addys shoulder as Vasquez and Warren turned to look. Warren let a small smile adorn her face. We took our time catching up before the plan went into action. 

I kept the hood over my head, waiting in line as Murphy bit people ahead of me. 

Did I know what waited for me? No I didn’t. Though I think I’d rather have death than being bit by him. 

“Take off that hood” one of his lackeys shouted at me. I pretending I didn’t hear him. “Yo, take it off” that earned me a shove. 

Back before the world went to shit, Angel had a friend who was deaf. He taught me some sign though I was surely rusty, I signed the best my memory could allow. The lackey was perplexed. 

“Hey they’re deaf, asshole. Leave them alone” Murphy stated, I watched as his feet made their way towards me. I swallowed down my anxiety. 

Looking up I managed to keep the hood covering the majority of my face. Murphy offered his hand and I took it. I’d been careful to remove anything he would’ve remembered was mine. He led the way inside the compound leaving the line of sick people fussing and whining. 

“Excuse me” the voice made my heart clench, one I couldn’t forget. Keeping my head bowed I watched hidden under the hood as his booted feet clunked away from us down the stairs. We came to a stop after many twists and turns. As much as I wanted to look up I didn’t. I watched his feet as he paced across the room we were in.

I heard scribbling And then nothing. A yellow note pad came into view. Written on the page was “take off the hood Y/N”. My Stomach fell, of course he knew. Carefully I pulled the hood off from over my head, light flooding my Vision. Murphy stood in front of me, blue tinged skin and his face holding a wolfish grin. 

“I really do admire your determination” the smugness exuded from him. “I knew you’d eventually come for him” 

I swallowed down “I’m here for you” he shook his head in refusal. 

“I have my own empire here, one you’re welcome to stay in” he offered, lurching closer, face looming over mine. “You’d have him, and be immune, what more could you want” his warm breath wafted on my face, the faintest hint of cinnamon scented it. 

I rolled my eyes, “I just want to go back to my daughter, I can’t do that unless I get you to come with me” 

“Why would I do that?” He had a point, I had nothing to offer and by the looks of it he really did have his own empire. “Cat got your tongue” he purrs, going to cup my cheek, I coil at the touch.“Mm how about, I send you and your lover on your merry way?” 

“What’s in it for you?” I questioned, it wasn’t like him to give up this offer. Especially if 10k was pissed at me. That was something I didn’t know, and something I probably shouldn’t chance.  

Murphy looks at his nails in contemplation, picking at them. “Without him, what leverage do they have? Why else would you have come?” He had a point, but I also promised Doc I’d return Murphy to them. “Your story could be over, I could make him forget you ever left. Send him home with you to make more little monsters” The offer was almost too good. I just couldn’t bring myself to take it. I shook my head and he smirked. “Have it your way”

He gestured to the door in a nice way of saying fuck off. I didn’t budge, I stood there holding my ground as if I wasn’t on “enemy” territory. His eyes bore into mine as if searching my soul. “I really like you kid” he spoke truth, baring his soul to me. It wasn’t a confession of anything but admiration. “If i decide to leave with you, would you be willing to make a deal?” 

“What kind of deal?” I asked, unsure of what he could possibly be proposing. He just smiled as a stinging sensation erupted at the base of my neck. I hissed, trying to step forward but swayed as the room began to spin. Opening my mouth to say something but unsure if anything fell out as my eyelids became too heavy to keep apart. Darkness swallowed me. 

-

God my head was pounding. What the hell happened. Can I even open my eyes. It feels like I’m trying to, maybe it’s just dark. Why did it smell like bleach. I’m gonna kill murphy, my new personal goal. 

“Hey, I think she’s awake” A unfamiliar voice sounded to the left of me. I couldn’t move, what the fuck. The little light that shown threw my lashes were enough to make me close them again. There was heels clicking on some type of flooring. 

“Group welcome our newest patient, Y/N” 

Part 19

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Carnival - 10k x Reader (Part 2)

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Our friends wouldn’t leave us up here.” 10k says calmly, giving you a warm smile that made your heart melt.

“Yeah, I know,” You say meekly, looking down at your feet instead of meeting his eyes, “I just hope we’re not up here for long.” Propping yourself up to your knees on the cramped seat, you peer out the side of the car. “I can’t see anything from up here, it’s too dark. They probably don’t even know we’re stuck.”

“I’m sure they will figure it out.” 10k says as he stretches his legs out, his feet resting near your ankles as you continue to stare down at the darkness below you. The eerie silence that replaced the electric buzz of the motor broke as the wind blew, rattling the car and making the rusted infrastructure of the Ferris wheel moan. You shiver, clutching your small jacket to your person. With the sun going down and the added altitude, the chill in the air was enough to make your teeth chatter.

“They better do it fast, I don’t want to plummet to my death up here. That would be such a lame way to die in the zombie apocalypse.” You say with a small laugh, trying to make yourself feel better about the situation you’ve gotten both yourself and 10k into.

“I’d rather die like that than be eaten.” 10k replies, the words easily spilling out of his mouth. You sneak a glace at him from over your shoulder, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you do so. He was usually quiet around you, so having the opportunity to speak with him without someone butting in or interrupting made you giddy. Finally breaking away from the window you sit back down in your seat, making sure to give 10k’s feet a wide girth as you do so.

“I’d rather go out fighting…protecting the people I care about.” You mumble, over-thinking every word so you don’t make a fool out of yourself. 10k just nods and stares at you, his eyes filled with an emotion that you can’t place. The wind blows against the car again, rocking it side to side and making you press into yourself more for warmth. 10k bites his lip and slides over the small gap between your seats.

“Here,” he says, opening his coat and wrapping the left side around you, forcing your sides to press together. Your face turns scarlet, and you quickly try to hide it by dropping your head so your hair covers your face.

“Thank you,” you say softly. You cannot believe this is happening. With the constant beating of your heart and his hand holding you close to him, you fall silent- not trusting your brain to form coherent sentences.

“Don’t mention it,” 10k says, staring at the curtain of messy hair that is covering your face. “You don’t really like me that much, do you Y/N”? You can feel yourself freeze, and moments pass as the only sound between you two is the echoes of wind and your own forced breathing. You move your hair over your shoulder and glance at him, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Why would you say that?” you ask, your eyebrows knitting together.

He shifts to face you, his chest now pressed against your shoulder. “You always opt out of nightly watch with me when it’s our turn. You always avoid sitting next to me in the truck. You only ever talk to me when someone else is with us. This is the only time we’ve ever been alone together and you can barely look at me…What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

You don’t know how to respond to him, your mouth hanging open oafishly as you try to scrape your brain for words.

“I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you at all.” You say forcefully, your voice cracking as you meet his eyes. “I admire you, actually. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met…” You give him a small smile, staring at his face to gauge his reaction to your words. “You’re the first person to give me hope in this piece of shit world. You’re always so calm, even when danger is around every corner. You’re not afraid to exist and enjoy yourself…and you always protect and watch over the people that you care about. I don’t hate you, 10k. Not in the slightest.”

10k goes silent once you stopped talking, his eyes wide and staring. “Thank you, Y/N…that’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in awhile…” With the moon shining above him you can make out a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

“N-Not a problem at all. I meant every word of it,” you stutter, biting your lip before you continue, “I’m sorry if I made you think that I didn’t like you…” The moment you finished your sentence you realized your mistake. 10k’s expression turned quizzical.

“So, why do you avoid me all the time?” He asked, head tilting to the side. In any other situation you would have thought that he looked adorable right now, but the pounding of your own heart in your chest is making it hard to concentrate. You quickly break away from him, face burning against the cool air of the night.

“I-I don’t try to, it just kind of happens…” You lie, avoiding his gaze the best you could considering the both of you are trapped inside the car. You can feel him shuffle next to you, adjusting his coat back around himself since you quickly jerked away.

“So, it ‘just kind of happens’ when you immediately get up and move seats when I sit next to you on the truck? Or when you always decline to go out scavenging with me but instead go with Addy? Or Warren?…C'mon, Y/N…be honest with me.” He places his hand on your shoulder and tries to coax you into looking at him. You can feel your face burning, and you don’t have to look into a mirror to know that from the neck up you are completely red.

“Please?” He asks after a few moments, his voice dripping with dejection. He drops his hand from your shoulder and sighs, clearly giving up and not wanting to push you. Biting your lip, you turn towards him again. He looks up at you and immediately pauses, taking in your flustered expression. His mouth opens and closes, floundering for words. You can tell from the way he’s acting that your secret is out. He’s put the pieces together.

“O-Oh,” He starts, his eyes becoming wide as he continues to stare at you. “Y/N, I-”

His words are cut off by the sudden buzz of the Ferris wheel. The car quickly circles around the ride, obviously being sped up by someone at the controls. Both you and 10k are roughly pulled from your seats by Warren as soon as you get to the bottom.

“We got puppies and kittens,” She says sternly, handing the two of you your weapons. You go stand by Addy, your face still as red as a tomato.

“You two have fun up there?” She asks, piking a Z that was wearing the fairgrounds official T-shirt.

“Y-Yeah, almost freezing to death in the dark is my ideal Saturday night,” you say sarcastically, shoving your crow-bar into the eye socket of a turned little girl. “Where are all of them coming from? I thought we cleared this place out.”

“I found a shit ton of them on the log ride. Must have crashed.” Doc answered you, then got pushed back by a especially healthy Z. 10k easily shot it in the head before turning towards you, shooting 3 Z’s that were approaching you.

“We have to get back to the truck. There are too many,” Warren said, slicing straight through a Z and running. “This way!”

[storiesforallfandoms]

nothing left ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 2229

request?: no

description: he accompanies her back to her childhood home to find nothing left besides the memories of times before the zombies, and they decide to leave some new memories there

pairing: 10k x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(Y/N) kept a straight face as they drove past the sig with her hometown’s name displayed in bold, black letters against the stark white background. It was the first time she had been there since she and her parents had escaped during the initial Z outbreak. Since then, she had lost everything, but managed to find a new family within the small group that took her in.

They came to a stop at an empty parking lot of an abandoned supermarket. Everyone got out, weapons in tow.

“This place is a ghost town,” Doc commented.

“Almost everyone vacated when the infection started,” (Y/N) explained. “I don’t even think there would be any Zs here. It’s probably only been ransacked lately.”

“It’s the only town for miles, it’s our best bet for resources,” Warren said. “We search the place where we can and see what we can find.” She turned to (Y/N) to add, “Do you want to go home? Just to see the place if nothing else?”

(Y/N) was dying to get home, but she didn’t want anyone on the team to see her as weak or fragile. Although she knew they wouldn’t think any different of her if she did show some weakness, in this day and age, your biggest threat was to be perceived as weak to anyone.

Before she could respond, 10k spoke up. “I think you should. It’ll give you a break from everything, and you can be closer to your parents for even just a moment.”

(Y/N) had a hard time saying no to 10k, especially when parents were involved. She knew he wanted nothing more than to be close to his own father again, but, like (Y/N), 10k hadn’t been home in nearly a year. He didn’t even know if his own home was still standing. If she turned down this opportunity that she knew 10k wanted so bad in front of him, she’d never forgive herself.

“It would be nice,” she admitted.

“You go then honey,” Warren said, her voice soft and kind. “10k, you go with her for protection. Meet us back here before sundown. We’ll wait a little while, but not too long.”

The two youngest members left in the opposite direction of the group. (Y/N) led 10k down the still familiar roads. They weren’t too far from the house and, before she knew it, (Y/N) was stood in front of her childhood home. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

All the windows were smashed and the door was practically ripped off of the hinges. They entered with weapons raised in case of a Z attack. (Y/N)’s heart broke to see the place ransacked and destroyed. Every picture her parents had hung were smashed to pieces. Only one remained partially in tact, one of (Y/N) and her parents when she was barley a year old. They were on their first vacation as a family to visit someone in another state. The picture was of the three of them on the beach together. Baby (Y/N) was in her mother’s arms, taken by the sand in her tiny hands while her parents were smiling brightly at the camera.

10k looked over her shoulder as her eyes began to water. “You look a lot like your mom.”

“I got that a lot,” she said. “We were basically twins. Dad said I got lucky with mom’s genes.”

She held the picture close to her chest as she moved up the stairs to where the bedrooms and main bathroom was. Whoever had broken in must’ve found what they wanted on the first floor because the bedrooms were relatively untouched. Every poster and picture (Y/N) had on her walls were still there. Her old laptop was even still there, although she doubted that it worked anymore.

“It’s weird,” she said. “It feels like I’ve been gone for years, but this room looks exactly the way I left it, like not a day has past.”

“Anything here you want to take with you?” 10k asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “I took most of the important stuff when we left first. There’s nothing but memories here now.”

She was so lost in her own thoughts - memories of when things were good - that she didn’t hear 10k leave the room to walk into the bathroom until he spoke again. “The water still runs.”

She walked into the bathroom to find clean water running from the tap. She put a hand under the water, feeling it go from freezing cold to comfortably warm in seconds.

“The power and stuff must still be running,” she said. “Good news for us. I haven’t showered in ages.”

“You think it’s safe?” 10k asked, but (Y/N) was already placing her weapons on the bathroom counter and shedding herself of her top layers.

“I’m willing to take one for the team if it means I’ll be clean when I die,” she joked. “You can watch the door and make sure no Zs or no more looters come in. I’ll leave my gun close enough that I can use it if need be.”

10k nodded. Before he could get the chance to turn back on, (Y/N) grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For a split second, 10k saw the black bra she was wearing. It was old and worn, probably one of the only ones she had left. Due to this, it was basically falling apart, so when he got a brief glance of the bra, he also got a glance of one of her breasts.

10k’s eyes widened as he quickly turned his back so that (Y/N) didn’t know. He stood in the doorway, listening over the sound of the shower running for any indication of someone, or something, breaking into the house.

The warm water running over (Y/N) caused her to let out a moan of relief. It had been so long since she had properly bathed. The warm water of the familiar shower felt like heaven to her.

Outside the shower, 10k was shuffling awkwardly. He and (Y/N) had been close since they had first met, but they had only ever viewed each other as friends and Z fighting colleagues. He didn’t understand why he was starting to have this feeling about her. Maybe it was just boy hormones and the fact that she was a naked girl just a few feet away from him. But it felt like more than that. Maybe it had always been more than that but he was just afraid to admit it.

Before he could stop himself, 10k silently placed his gun next to hers on the toilet cover. He began to shed himself of his own clothes, working quickly and quietly as to not disturb her. (Y/N) had her head back with the water running over her hair and body when 10k pulled the curtain back and stepped in. She opened her eyes to look at him, shocked by his sudden appearance. She looked him up and down for a moment, her face giving away nothing.

“Gotta save water,” 10k said, trying to lighten the mood.

A smile broke out across (Y/N)’s face as a small giggle came from her lips. “Come here, 10k.”

She put a hand on the back of his neck at the same time that his hands found her waist. Their lips collided and it felt like the most right thing in the terrible, fucked up world around them. 10k’s lips moved against (Y/N)’s perfectly, as if they were supposed to be there, to be kissing her so deeply. His hands wandered over her dripping body, touching every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands.

(Y/N) let out a sudden squeal as 10k lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was shocked at his strength. Sure, he wasn’t as scrawny and wimpy as he may have looked, but he certainly wasn’t the strongest person in the world. He’s just full of surprises, (Y/N) noted as his lips connected with hers again.

His hard boner was against her aching core, teasing her ever so slightly with every gently brush against her. She whimpered against his lips when she felt him brush against her opening, trying to ground her hips against his to feel her inside of him. Knowing that she wanted this as much as he did made him even more turned on. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to make this moment last long enough.

He helped to guide her down onto his hard length, causing (Y/N) to gasp as he filled her entirely.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked her, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what (Y/N)’s sexual past was like.

“No,” she responded, her voice breathless and airy. “I just haven’t had sex in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt.”

10k smiled at her and pressed his lips against hers again. He pressed her back against the nearest wall and slowly began to thrust himself into her. (Y/N)’s back arched against the wall, trying to get as close to 10k as she possibly could.

He was slow and gentle, which drove (Y/N) even more wild. She held on around his neck as if her life depended on it, moaning and gasping against his lips with every thrust he pushed into her. She could barley even think straight, her mind focusing only on the pleasure that 10k was providing her.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. Sweet 10k, always thinking of the comfort of others, even when he was in the middle of the most intense shower sex (Y/N) had ever had.

“It’s more than alright,” she responded. “God, it feels so fucking good.”

10k had heard (Y/N) swearing many times, but hearing the expletive word slip from her breathless voice in that moment drove him wild. He rested his head against her shoulder, groaning as he pushed his hips against hers again, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” he told her. “You’re so soft and warm, fuck.”

“Who would’ve thought that sweet 10k had a dirty side?” (Y/N) giggled.

“You must not know me well enough, then.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

Her thought was cut short as 10k pulled almost completely out of her then filled her again. Her mind was clouded with lust as she tried to rock her hips against his, begging for the release she wanted.

Noticing her desperation, 10k wrapped one arm around her lower back and slipped his free hand between them. (Y/N) gasped as his fingers connected with her swollen nerves and began to rub circles in them. She could feel a familiar pressure building inside of her. She clung to 10k’s shoulders, curses falling from her mouth in between moans of pleasure. Her legs began to shake as she felt herself hitting her climax. She threw her head back and called 10k’s name - his real name - in pleasure.

Feeling her walls contracting around him caused 10k to feel his own climax approaching. He held on to her hips as his thrusts became a little faster. Before he knew it, his eyes were nearly rolling back into his head as he felt himself filling her with his warm cum. The feeling of the warmth inside of her was enough to almost turn (Y/N) on again.

They stayed tangled together for a moment, completely forgetting about the running water cascading down onto them. It wasn’t until the warm water started to turn cold that they realized it was probably time for the two of them to get out.

Luckily for them, whoever looted the house also didn’t think to take any of the towels in the upstairs linen closet, so they had a way to dry themselves off. Before she started pulling her clothes on, 10k wrapped his arms around (Y/N) again and kissed her exposed shoulders and neck before placing one last sweet kiss against her lips.

“We should tell the others about the running water,” he said as he pulled his clothes back on. “If this place is relatively Z-less, we could probably get away with staying here for a while.”

“We’ve stayed in worst looking places,” (Y/N) agreed. “I’m sure everyone else is dying to clean themselves, too. There’s enough room for everyone to sleep with all the bedrooms and the couch downstairs.”

The reminder of the wreckage when they first entered caused a melancholy mood to wash over (Y/N) again. Noticing this, 10k brought her into his arms and held her tightly.

“I’m sorry about your house,” he said. “I’m sorry someone did this to you, that they took all the memories of this place.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “They didn’t take the memories. No one could ever take that from this place. Besides, I’d like to make some new memories here...with you.”

10k smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I think we’ve already started with that.”

(Y/N) giggled and pulled away from him. “Let’s go find everyone to tell them before they leave us abandoned.”

[10k-au-archive]

Headcanons about having sex with nat zang?

ahhhhhh gosh, I don’t really like writing smut(?) about real life people but here you go

He always goes straight for your trousers, you have to laugh and take your shirt off by yourself. He gets over excited. 

He likes doing it in the shower, he presses you up against the glass and when you try to touch him, he pins your hands up above your head. Surprisingly for how much of a one-track mind he has, he asks you what you want every few seconds. 

“Do you want me?”

“Can I touch you?”

“do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fast or slow?”

It appears that he loves hearing you ask for him. Sometimes you take that away from him and he gets frustrated. Not that this is a bad thing… He takes you harder than he ever has before. 

He groans so loudly that sometimes the people in the next hotel room or your neighbours bang on the wall and tell you to shut the fuck up. 

Nat likes to moan even louder to piss them off. 

[ssimagines]

Early Morning|| 10k (Tommy)

Pairing: 10k (tommy) x reader

Word Count: 1090

Warnings: teasing

Request:   Prompt 24 and 33 for 10K from ZNation please

Prompts:  24. “I’m flirting with you.”

                  33. “Wait, hold on. Are you implying you want to kiss me?”

Note: There is takes place in no particular season in no particular episode, but that gif is one I made from episode 11 from season 2

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The door to the room you were in creaked open. From your half-closed eyes you could see a shadow standing in the doorway, but you couldn’t make out who it was. You lifted your head up to try and get a better view of them, but sleep made your eyes too heavy.

“Y/N?” 10k said. That must have been who was standing in the doorway.

You responded with a gurgled moan that was muffled by the thick blankets in front of your face. The group had gotten lucky and had found a house that had been desert early. There wasn’t any food, but in ways of comfort there was plenty. There were enough beds that nearly everyone got their own except for 10k and doc who were downstairs on the pullout.

“Can I come in?” 10k said opening the door more. Light made its way around him to your eyes and you closed them tightly and looked away.

“Just get in and close the door,” you mumbled out.

You head the door squeak open and the shuffle of feet. The door clicked closed behind 10k as he creeped up to the edge of your bed. You moved over for him to lay down with you.

It was a double bed giving leaving barely enough room for the both of you. The sheets were pulled back exposing your legs to the cold night air. The bed dipped beside you and the blankets were pulled over your legs again.

You moved to snuggle into 10k. He returned the gesture by wrapping an arm around your waist.

“It’s weird to sleep without you,” his voice cuts through the calm of the room.

He had a point. Over the time that you had known each other, you were almost always by each other’s side while you slept. Even when one of you was on watch you made sure to stay close by. Now being in a comfortable bed in another room on another floor them him didn’t feel right. That was probably why you could only find your way into a half-asleep daze and not to sleep itself.

You snuggled deeper into him pressing your face in to the nook of his neck. Your lips ghosted over his skin sending chills down his spine. His hand started rubbing circles into your back. he buried his face in your hair.

The position was so familiar and comforting that you just drifted off.

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You woke up the next morning still wrapped in 10k’s arms. Looking up at his face, you saw him in a state that you’d only seen him in once or twice before. Usually 10k fell asleep after you and woke up before you. It was rare of you to catch him sleeping. The way his face was so relaxed seemed odd to you.

Carefully, you brought a hand up to stroke his cheek. His eyes fluttered open surprised to see you there awake. A lazy smile came to his face.

“Good morning,” your voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

“Morning,” 10k said.

He pulled away a little to sit up and rest with his back to the headboard. You moved to the same. You intertwined your hand with his and leaned your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat comfortably there both trying to wake up from the first decent night’s rest in months.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

You turned your head too look at him. He was playing with your fingers in his eyes locked on the intertwined fingers. Trying not to put too much thought into it you swung your leg over his and straddled him. You wrapped one hand around his neck and rested the other on his chest. Your head came to sit over his heart that was pounding against his ribs. His hands skimmed over your back as if trying not to break you.

Cuddling wasn’t new to your relationship. In fact, anytime you were near each other you clung to each other like magnets, but something about this just felt different.

“I slept fine,” you said. “How about you?”

You looked up at him to see his eyes on you watching your movements carefully. You laid your head back down this time on his shoulder close enough that your lips were once again ghosting over his neck. Now no longer clouded with sleep, 10k tensed at the feeling.

“I slept really good,” he said clearing his throat.

You moved you hand up and down his chest as you sat there in his lap. His hands moved to plant themselves firmly on your lower back. He pulled away from you a little to get a better look at you.

“What are you doing?” he said letting a small chuckle slip past his lips.

“What ever do you mean?” you said. You tried to raise your voice up in hopes of sounding more innocent. You knew what you were doing to him. You were trying to finally get him to make a move, but the poor boy was both innocent and oblivious.

“This,” he said taking a hand off your back to gesture between you two. “Why are you doing this. Not that I have an issue with it. It’s just usually your less… I don’t know… Cuddly?”

You let out a small giggle as you moved yourself into a more kneeling position and leaned to his ear. 10k tensed underneath you; your breath fanned over his ear as you waited a beat.

“I’m flirting with you,” you whispered before pulling back and placing a kiss along his jaw line. His Adam’s apple bobbed at the simple yet meaningful movement. You continued to place soft, flutter-like kiss down his jaw line and back up again.

10ks hands moved their way to your hips and pulled you back some as he shifted in the bed. You weren’t close enough to kiss him anymore, but you could see his expression which was exactly what you were hoping for. He looked pained like he had just stubbed his toe on something.

“Now I’m too far away,” you said pouting. 10k furrowed his brows at you.

“Wait, hold on. Are you implying you want to kiss me?” he asked.

All you did was smile and lunge forward to press a kiss to his cheek before you got off the bed. You dressed back in your jeans and t-shirt before slipping out the door. You left 10k completely baffled looking at the door that you’d just walked out of.

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10k peaking in the decontamination showers

You were not happy. You signed up to take Murphy to California wether you liked it or not, but you did not sign up to strip and decontaminate. Apparently everyone was hesitant because when you rushed to take your clothes off, they looked at you like you were crazy.

“What? I want this over and done with, so let’s get on with it people. Chop Chop!” You were getting impatient, but Murphy and Warren seemed to agree, starting to strip and commanding everyone to turn.

Being covered in zombie sludge was uncomfortable, but stripping in front of what you considered family was worse. You never expected the first time stripping in front of 10k would be with all the others around doign the same thing. You made sure that you looked at no one not even you own boyfriend. You had 10k on your right and Warren on your left.

Tommy stood there as still as he could, not really paying attention to anything. He was having a hard time, literally. He was naked standing beside you, his beautiful girlfriend, who was also naked and they expected him to react as if nothing was happening. Apocalypse or not he was still a teenage, it was probably worse considering he grew up without internet and he was a virgin.

You were so close, he could feel the heat radiate off your body, he wanted to do so many things but everyone else was near. He’s never seen you without all your clothes. But there you were. And a little peak never hurt anyone.

So that’s what he did.

It was meant to be just a little peak, he swears. But who could blame him for staring? You’re his girlfriend, and your body looked so good he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam it. Who knows how long it would be till he gets to see it again, so he continued to. He forgot that there were other people in the room, and whistled. He was in a whistling trance, that was only broken when Warren started snapping her fingers at him.

“Eyes to yourself boy.” Warren snapped, shocked but not surprised. Warren’s outbreak alerted you that not only was your love taking in your body, but started whistling at it. You kept your eyes down but there was prominent blush on your face and ears.

“Sorry! sorry...” 10k mumbled, copying you with his head down, slightly tilted to look at your upper thighs. “You’re only sorry ‘cause you got caught. You can look at her all you want when you’re alone, just not now.” Warren felt like she was punishing a child for stealing some cookies.

“Cut him some slack Warren this is probably the first time he’s seen a naked body.” Doc joked, finding amusement in the team’s antics.