#scouts guide to the zombie apocalypse fanfics

[ruewrote]

𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦.

PAIRING: carter grant x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: idk SONG INSPIRATION: crank that by soulja boy WORD COUNT: 486

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of fucking course, the apocalypse happens as you actually go out for once.

shit, shit, shit. the thought pounds in your head as you peer around a wall towards the police station, crank that blaring from a car stereo in the near distance.

the sounds of groaning and shuffling feet make your skin crawl - noticing the glass doors were open and very much smashed. as you leant further out to get a better look, your shirt was pulled back and you were pushed up against the same wall you were looking over.

getting ready to scream but a hand quickly covered your mouth silencing most of noise, opening your eyes to be met with another pair - soon shutting up but your breathing was still heavy as the same boy checks if the coast is clear.

as you were in no apparent danger you licked the stranger's hand to get him away from you, soon regretting it and spitting out saliva.

“ew dude! what the fuck?” the brunette grimaced, whilst wiping his hand on his khaki shorts, realising there were three others, two boys and a woman, “yes cause jump scaring a person is definitely the best way to get someone's attention when there’s fucking zombies roaming around?”

your conversation - more like argument catches a couple of the creatures’ attention, you all ran back to the run-down car. they didn’t bother to discuss the situation and to just get out of their as fast as possible.

as you made your way out of town, the sky had darkened and the stranger's friend who you had soon discovered his name was ben - had fallen asleep beside the two of you, whilst denise drove and augie sat in the passenger’s seat.

you and carter had sat in a comfortable silence, him looking out of the window and you were you were staring at your hands, still trying to wrap your head what was going on. 

“are you okay?” carter spoke quietly from beside you; you give him a tight lipped and nodded, “i guess as best as i can be after all this has happened.”

he looks away but you're still glancing over at him, eyes scanning over his features, one thing you’ve noticed from the beginning is that he has such pretty eyes, a deep hazel. 

you stayed like that for a couple of minutes. however, that was cut short since he had turned back over to you, you whipped your head back around to the front of the car. a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

you feel him lean more into your side and whisper into your ear, “you’re not so bad yourself babe.” you turned your head to disagree, but all you could do was splutter noises of outrage knowing you had gotten caught, he just laughed at your expression.

why did someone so annoying have to be so pretty? 

© ruewrote.

[timeisacephalopod]

It really strikes me that people treat fanfic authors as if they don't know anything about writing, which is weird because even before I wrote fic I cowrote a stage play I got an award for back in high school, poetry my teachers would frequently compliment, and my own original ideas in novel format- which structurally you learn in high school it's not some fucking Devine Knowledge no one knows about? If you didn't learn what an inciting incident is and the basic structure of a novel and tropes like The Heroes Journey by eleventh grade then fine but don't project that onto a format of writing you have some weird vendetta against. After that I went to uni and wrote dozens of academic essays for my degree, some of them quite extensive in length and obviously there's technical skill involved in that writing.

Besides that after I stopped writing fic I learned how to write screenplays and wrote like 3 episodes of TV shows in film school- which by the way used other showrunners ideas because writing an episode of an existing show is how you build a portfolio. That's right fanfic hating assholes, if you want a tv writing job pull out ur fuckin fanfic out so your ability to capture the voice of another show can be judged. I also wrote a movie script in school and I highly doubt I'm some Special Snowflake among fic authors, so where the hell does this idea that fic authors are all 13 year old yaoi obsessed morons who've never even seen a book their whole life and never learned even the most basics of writing like what an adjective is come from?

I know people who hold this idea don't seem to think they're misogynists but they treat fic identical to how people treat romance and erotica outside of Fic World and I highly doubt two areas in which women are the ones doing most of the writing would get targeted with the exact same rhetoric of "that's not real writing" for completely different reasons if the arguments against the fiction are basically the same. Because obviously Real Literature doesn't have romance, sex, or women writing it.

Regardless, it's utterly asinine to assume fic authors have no idea how to write because they're writing fic- like actually no, technically speaking I'm qualified to write all kinds of shit as far as what I know, so I don't much appreciate that my writing a single form of writing somehow means I have no skills or training just because Ive written that particular format according to some people. It's deeply insulting and I really do wonder if people think people who write as a hobby should even be allowed to have that hobby if theyre this obsessed with publish or don't ever even LOOK at a word. Like not only is it insulting to suggest that my hobby is somehow some particularly god awful drivel, but apparently those people don't know what a hobby is given that zero other hobbies get treated like this. No one walks around telling people if they aren't playing professional sports they can't play them at all- we just know that normal dudes playing football probably aren't Tom Brady and aren't looking to be either.

[ruewrote]

ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: carter grant x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language, gore GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: reflections by the neighbourhood WORD COUNT: 808

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today was no different from the others, me with a book in hand, her sat on his lap - laid against his chest as he spoke to our friends. oh yeah i’m kind of in love with my bestfriend.

it's pretty cliche, i’d fallen for him faster than i could catch myself.

it was beyond stupid feeling this way about him especially because i knew i’d never be able to tell him about it, because let’s be honest he only really sees me as a close friend and as he should, but i really wish he wouldn’t.

it had to be about two months since his and isabella’s relationship had started, it was bad enough him having her crush on her and talking about her all the time - now you have to sit and do everything with them.

i had to watch as she presses a kiss to his cheek before making her way to go and grab herself some juice from the cafeteria. carter smiling at the girl as she walked away before re-joining the conversation.

all i could do wish was that he would look at me the way he looked at her.

from time to time i think about how it could’ve been me in that position instead.

my legs slowly swung back and forth waiting for carter to show up, the anticipation made my heart only beat faster, but it soon slowed when i realised he wasn’t going to show up. i was waiting a whole two hours before i gave up and started to make my way back home.

the streetlights flickering on, and a light rain started pouring. great.

on the way home, i was trying to make up some sort of excuse for his tardiness. checking my phone every few minutes to see if he had messaged me, but nothing.

this was nothing a good ole’ milkshake couldn’t fix. my hand which was pressed against the glass to the door of the diner, i saw carter there and he certainly wasn’t alone. he was sharing a milkshake with her.

realising what i had just witnessed, i turned around with a heart full of hurt.

he ditched me for her? i don’t think i’ve seen him happier. who am i to ruin that?

my bottom lip wobbled as i continued my way on home.

putting myself through enough pain, i put my things away and made my way back to class as the bell rang. half listening to augie blabber on about a new badge that he was trying to achieve. 

too deep in thought to notice someone was very close behind me. all i felt was impact of the floor, after, realising carter had dragged me back a little too hard. obviously losing my balance from the sudden contact.

“woah! i didn’t think you’d fall over dude, im sorry.” carter, of course. he helped you up from up off of the floor and you continued your way back to class with a now sore ass.

“it's all good, it's not like it’s the first time you've done it before,” playfully nudging his arm with mine as we walked along to the scouts' room that soon stopped when isabella made an appearance and pushed me to the side.

i walked into the room silently, carter? of course, he didn't - as soon as he entered, he let out a huge burp, “was that really necessary carter?” scout leader rogers asked him and he muttered an apology.

whilst grant was getting lectured by rogers, i finally got time to talk with ben, he knew what was going on and how i felt about his other close friend, “hey dude, how are you feeling?” i slightly leaned onto his shoulder and whispered to him.

he looked down at you and lightly shrugged, “isabella is starting to get on my nerves too.” you moved way and to look back at him and he nods.

i leant back into my own space to get ready to hear about recruiting more scouts, sighing deeply as i pick at my nails, bad habits die hard especially when you have anxiety.

“augie, a unicorn is gonna fly out of your ass before somebody joins,” carter huffed and sat down. as did ben, augie and i next to him. “carter! language.” rogers warned.

“he's right though, nobody's going to show up it's just a waste of time.” ben agrees.

“we got to have some sort of hope guys, i to joined late but i’m here right now,” i excitedly implied but was soon shut down by a rude comment by carter.

“y/n’s right! ye of little faith, where's the scout spirit?” everyone went silent before roger’s made an announcement, “well! we all know it's augie’s special night tonight” we all started clapping and cheering for him unenthusiastically, him appreciating the praise. 

© ruewrote.