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𝙕𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨 2

"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧"

"𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧"

"𝙒𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨"

"𝙉𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠"

"𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣"

"𝙁𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙃 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀!"

『𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙

𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 』

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙᴀʀᴋᴏᴡɪᴛᴢ, ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ, ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡʏɴᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴋᴏᴡɪᴛᴢ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪʟʟᴀ ʟʏᴋᴇɴꜱᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 4 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ.

ꜱʜᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙʏ ᴢᴇᴅꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ.

ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴋʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ?

ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ?

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝘁

{𝟭𝟲 - 𝟭𝟳}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘅/𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗯𝗶𝗮𝗻}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗟𝘆𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻}

"𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁"

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗟𝘆𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘆

{𝟭𝟲 - 𝟭𝟳}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂��𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆:𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗯𝗶𝗮𝗻}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇}

"𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿"

𝗪𝘆𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗟𝘆𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝘇𝗮

{𝟭𝟲 - 𝟭𝟳}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮 𝗭𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶}

"𝗪𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘁"

𝗪𝘆𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻

{𝟭𝟲 - 𝟭𝟳}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗔- 𝗟𝗮𝗻}}

"𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲?"

𝗭𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗺

{𝟭𝟲 - 𝟭𝟳}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀}

"𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺"

𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗠𝗲𝗴 𝗗𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆

{𝟭𝟲 - 𝟭𝟳}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁:𝗭𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀}

"𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵"

𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮 𝗭𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗞𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹

{𝟭𝟲 - 𝟭𝟳}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗪𝘆𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗟𝘆𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻}

"𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻"

𝗟𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗿 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀

{𝟱-𝟲}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗔-𝘅𝗮𝗻}

{𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗟𝘆𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻}

"𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀"

𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇

𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘂𝘀

{𝟰𝟱-𝟰𝟲}

{𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁}

{𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇 (𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱)}

"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱"

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

『ɢ!ᴘ ᴏᴄ

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Perfectionism in Pink | A Z O M B I E S FanFiction

Chapter 1

Josephine's family was perfectly pink and demanded her to be the same, but why was it no matter how much pink she adorned did she always feel green?

Pink is never the violent delight; pink is polite, tender, charming, sweet, joyous… Pink is sometimes the mellow evening sky staying still above soft zephyrs, pink is sometimes a childhood bruise. Pink is nostalgia, a gentle melancholy.

Perfection.

Her room was the perfect shade of baby pink all around with the cursive word perfection hung up over her equally as pink bed. Her mom had a great eye for detail and had hung up cheer paraphernalia, flowers, and other pretty things across her room. Fluffy white carpet and an equally fluffy bag-chair decorated the floorspace of the teen's bedroom along with a pristine vanity with quality make up. The entire house was well decorated and maintained by the matriarch of the family.

Everything has to be in its place at all times no matter who was or wasn't looking. Hair smooth, make up clean, and clothes ironed - Josephine's parents always demanded perfection. Her mom was a nurse at Seabrook Hospital and her dad an officer in the Z Patrol, there was always a need to do better and to be better.

After all, Josephine Jackson was perfect. She laughed when she was supposed to, made excellent grades, always did above and beyond in everything, and most of all she did what her parents wanted her to do without question. Just like everyone else in the city, her mother was a cheerleader and her father a football player at Seabrook High School many years ago.

Surprisingly enough, they hadn't known each other existed until after college when they moved back to the small town and bumped into each other during work. Her dad was on call in Zombieland when something went wrong and he had an encounter with one of those monsters. He solved it quickly and he walked into her mom's care. He loved to show the scar off on his neck.

Love, just like that.

Then her brother was born, the perfect child. He played football just like his dad, one of the best Seabrook had ever seen, before heading off to college to study Pre-Med after being Valedictorian of his graduating class. His graduation photo hung proudly at their front entrance and the boy was sent off for his own first year last week at the prestigious Mountain College. The same school both her parents attended and the same one she would attend as well.

Yes, Josephine had a perfect life. She did what her parents told her to do and that was why everything was perfect. Her brother did the same and look where that had gotten him. She was going to be a cheerleader, just like she was supposed to be, and she'd be a lawyer within the decade.

"Do you have everything for school, Josephine?" Her mom asked from across the table. The three were enjoying breakfast together which was rare as usually one or both parents were usually gone at work. They were well known for being hard workers even in school taking double shifts to help out their community. Moments like these were rare when the family got to eat together, but the two had decided to take a break for their daughter's first day of school since they no longer had their first born to help out.

"Yes, mom. Thank you for the new water bottle, it goes perfectly with my backpack." Josephine said gratefully with a smile. Her mom returned it with full force, pride on her face at the manners her daughter had. The water bottle was an exquisite pink that matched Josephine's lunchbox, backpack, outfits... It went well with the family.

"Good, and remember cheer tryouts are early in the semester so figure out the dates before you leave school today. Write them on the calendar when you get home." Her dad said seriously, sipping on his cup of coffee and enjoying the newspaper. He very rarely had time to read it so he did when he could. "Your brother did well following in our footsteps, he might not have been a wide receiver like your dad, but he played well."

"I'm so excited to watch you as a flier, Josephine." Her mom said with excitement, her eyes glazing over as old memories flashed through her head. The woman was no cheer captain, but she had been your average Seacoast cheerleader wearing the pink and green proudly. With a small sigh of content, she looked back at her daughter who only smiled back. "I know you're a... little… tall for a girl your age, but I just know you'll be just like your mother. Soaring, flying, it's a wonderful feeling spinning in the air and-"

Ah yes. Her imperfections. Smile and bare with it, it was all because they loved her.

"Alright sugar pea." The patriarch said gently, a loving hand placed on his wife's shoulder. "Let's let Josephine go. She needs to get an early start, you know how she is with times. I'm sure we'll be watching her at the next game high in the air very soon."

Josephine ignored her stomach dropping and said her goodbyes to her parents. She headed out to get her bike from the side of the house - she lived near the edge of town - and resisted the urge to see how fast she could get to school. She waved politely to the people of the town, throwing a good morning here and a 'its good to see you' there, before arriving at the school. Freshmen to seniors were hanging out on the lawn while a few older boys with letterman jackets threw the ball near the front door.

Her brother had been a kicker on the team, the only thing her dad complained about regarding her brother, until the boy had basically kicked every single goal and got himself into college on scholarship. Even when he failed, the boy couldn't lose.

While locking up her bike, Josephine's eyes wandered from the football over to the newly built fence and she frowned.

Zombies.

Her nose scrunched up in distaste as all the stories from her dad started to pour through her head. Monsters, no brains, undead, absolute terrors to society that deserved to sho-

"Oh, Josephine!"

Woken up from her hateful thoughts, Josephine's eyes locked onto a familiar face and even though she wore pink, she felt green. The smiling face of Addison Wells stood in front of her.

"Hey, Addison." Josephine said kindly, pushing down the jealousy in her stomach as the two began walking to the school. "How's your morning going?"

Being put into cheer camp by her family for her entire life it was a guarantee to see Mayor Missy's daughter, Addison, who succeeded in everything with an almost supernatural ease. Cheer came easy to her as opposed to Josephine who spent hours on weekends with her mom clapping at her along to beats in the backyard. Somehow the two girls were friends seeing as Josephine's parents enrolled her in whatever Addison was doing.

"It's going great! I'm a little nervous, new school you know?" Josephine nodded in understanding, high school was scary enough but now they had to be in the same building with freakish monsters who wanted to eat humans... talk about stress. Her eyes darted over to the boys again, they were throwing that ball really half-hazardly. "Plus, cheerleading... it's everything I've ever wanted to be and now... this is it."

Miss Perfect nervous about anything? Everything she did was right since she was born. There was no way that the blonde had to worry about anything. Her mother was the mayor, father the head of Z-Patrol, and her cousin was the current cheer captain. In no nearby parallel universe was Addison Wells not going to become a cheerleader. Now, maybe if a zombie visited the girl at night, ripping her face off, then she'd have something to worry abo-

Josephine had to swallow her hateful thoughts down. They would do no good in the end so might as well push them away. "You'll be fine, Addison. You're amazing at cheer and the team will be lucky to have you." Dad said being emotional would get you nowhere and you can't fight someone whose already perfect.

"Thanks, Jett. I really appreciate it." Addison said kindly with a smile at the brunette. She gave a small hip bump as they approached the front doors to school and Josephine grinned back down at her friend. "You'll get in too, I know it."

"Yeah, but my parents still talk about how perfect your performance was at junior cheer camp this summer." It took everything in Josephine to not bite the words out as the memory of her parents gushing over Addison Wells reared its ugly head. The words echoed through her head and she repeated her mother's praises. "You fly like you were born for it."

Addison stopped their walk at the steps of the school and looked over at Josephine to reassure her that she was also awesome, but Josephine's eyes darted over the blonde's shoulder at a sudden movement. There were only seconds to react properly as a small 'heads up' was attempted to warn the girl. Josephine elbowed Addison out of the way before catching the football that nearly hit the cheerleader in the back of the head.

After she caught herself from being pushed out of the way, Addison looked over at Josephine with wide eyes as she sent the ball in a perfect spiral over to the group of boys who only called out quick apologies before returning back to their game. Josephine scoffed at the lack of decorum.

"Wow, that was amazing, Jett!" Addison said with excitent, looking at the girl with gratitude. "Thank you for that."

Josephine shrugged her shoulders and rubbed the back of her neck in barrassment. "It's not a problem. You would do the same for me." She'd probably have flown over there with a cartwheel, hand spring, and back flip... Something so much more graceful than the throw that made the catcher stumble back.

"You're going to be great at cheer-"

"Wow, that was an amazing catch! And an awesome spiral a-and that distance!"

The brunette whipped around to the fence and took a few steps away from the chain-link, the voice that interrupted Addison stared at Josephine in excitent. Josephine felt her lip curl automatically.

Green hair, pale skin, sunken eyes... the undead just walking in their town as if they were one of them. She made eye contact with the taller zombie with curly hair and he grinned at her, she just looked away feeling disgust crawl through her. Josephine couldn't look at them any longer as fear started to build its way up.

"Are these freaks bothering you cuz?" The man, the myth, the weirdly self-obsessed Bucky Buchannan appeared from behind the two girls, placing a hand on Addison's shoulder as he also looked over at the zombies and started to make deaning faces at the taller one. When the zombie smacked against the fence, Bucky and Josephine took a step back in fear - the former letting out a shriek.

"Come on you guys, leave them alone. We've got to go to school."

"We just have to make it through the second invasion first." Josephine sneered at the freaks. The one who attempted a conversation between races visibly dropped in mood, shoulders down, eyebrows turned up. She couldn't care less what happened next as they were properly dealt with by security.

Addison faltered in her step at the hateful words and fell back - Bucky and his cheerleaders staying back with her - Josephine continued her walk since she didn't want to be anywhere near the green headed monsters. She couldn't believe the council voted on this to take place - did they not care about the future of Seabrook?! It was only a matter of time before the sirens went off and the disgusting creatures were ripping the human citizens to shreds.

Her first two classes went by without issue. Josephine was quickly climbing the social ladder by talking and smiling at everyone she could. Her parents taught her to be perfect and that meant getting approval from others through positive interactions - like cheerleading.

It was between the second and third block when the red alert went off and the first thought in Josephine's head was of course. She couldn't even find it in herself to panic like everyone else as she headed into the closest zombie protection room in annoyance. Maybe she could take a snack from the rations, they always did have the best jerky.

Her mom wouldn't be happy with her ruining her dinner though, so she best not do so.

When she opened the door, she looked behind her and wondered if she should do something about the chaos behind her. There was a worm wiggling in her brain of what her mom and dad always taught her, to sacrifice for others. But with her hand on the door and the red siren's making her heart race... what if she thought about herself?

In every safety room across Seabrook were these metal poles that were about three feet long and they were the first designed anti-zombie weapon that didn't require any training to use. The length of the pole could keep a zombie away from you, the weight of it could brutally bring it down, and in a pinch could be used to jump over obstacles. As an officer in the Z Patrol, her dad ensured that his kids knew how to use the weapon to its fullest capabilities.

There were movies about the incident from 50 years ago that show girls using the mop-like instrument to take the foul creature's heads from their necks, pierce them onto walls, or even depicted in different ways to keep yourself alive in the woods. Supposedly, this thing should be used to protect herself and others from whatever was attacking the school.

But, Z-Patrol would be on their way by now. If she stayed in the room and locked the door... she would be safe without a doubt. No one would be able to get in and all she'd have to do is wait for the all clear from the professionals. But... How many others would die?

Worst first day ever, honestly.

Josephine shook her head, grabbed a metal pole, and immediately went to go round up students and show them where the safe room was. It would look terrible if she was the only one in the safe room and had locked it, preventing others from safety. She would just go gather a group of students and bring them in, lock the door, and say good luck to everyone else.

There were no zombies that she could see and the hallways were pretty hectic. Were people screaming for no reason or were they running from a zombie? Josephine was getting pretty annoyed on her first day so far, but ensured to hide it behind a face of composure and polite kindness. She was Josephine Jackson, daughter of community servants and a future defender herself.

She hadn't stepped more than four feet from the shelter when her eyes locked onto green hair and she felt herself freeze in fear.

Zombie.

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heliads · 2 years

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Zombies imagine being friends with the Zombie group when u where little but u were taken away and Zed sees you hanging out with Mal because ur her adopted sister.

ok but a zombies and descendants crossover is kind of everything

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Your destination is approaching, sooner than you thought possible. It comes without pause, and refuses to take into consideration that fact that you might not be entirely ready for its arrival. Already, you can see the town popping up on the horizon, and although the threat of returning has been vague up until now, you’re suddenly confronted with the reality that you are about to go home.

Home. It doesn’t feel like home to you, not now. You haven’t been to Seabrook in ten years, although it feels like much longer. This is where you were born, where you spoke your first words and learned to walk, but not the place you’d go if you were dying, nor where you’ve spent some of the most formative years of your life. Is it a home, then, or just a place that used to be yours?

The purple-haired girl sitting next to you nudges you in the side. “Are you ready for this?”

You grimace. “I thought I was, but I’m having second thoughts now. I mean, what if it’s nothing like what I remember? I could change for the Isle of the Lost, even for Auradon, but this is an entirely different playing field.”

Mal sighs, leaning back against the seat of the car currently ferrying you towards Seabrook far faster than you’d like. “Either it’s going to be the same, which will be fun, or it’ll be totally different, which will be fun as well. Change isn’t the worst thing to happen, Y/N. I mean, look at all of us. When we first heard Ben was coming to take us away to Auradon, we thought it would be the worst thing in the world, but we ended up loving it.”

The golden-haired prince in question pretends to frown from his seat on Mal’s other side. “Yeah, I’d hope so. If I find out now that you’ve been despising me all along it would really put a damper on this whole trip.”

Evie, one row up, just laughs. “Oh, we would have let you know way before this. If we hated it, we would have stolen the car the second we started on this trip.”

Ben frowns. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Mal does her best to hide a smile. “We’re happy here, Ben. No matter how many jokes we make.”

The question, then, is whether or not you are truly happy. You only found out that you would be returning to Seabrook a couple of days ago. Ben, Jay, and Lonnie are all playing in the upcoming game against Seabrook High, and so the rest of you are driving down with them to cheer them on.

Hearing that you’d be going back to your supposed hometown was both a blessing and a burden. You grew up in Seabrook on the zombie side of town, and made as many friends as a green-haired kid could hope to have. You still remember some of them; Zed, Eliza, and Bonzo being your best friends. You haven’t heard from them in years, ever since you left.

Leaving wasn’t your intention, either. The night you fled Seabrook is etched into your mind in perfect clarity. Seabrook wasn’t great for zombies, although it wasn’t like you could go anywhere else, or so people thought. A big group of zombies were caught out in the streets after curfew, and they sent in a bunch of non-zombies to try and “keep the peace,” or so they called it.

In the resulting chaos, your parents tried to defend the zombies who’d been breaking curfew. Before they ran to help, though, they told you to hide, to get as far away from the city as you could. You can still hear the shouts echoing through the town, mirrored in intensity only by the pounding of your heels against the ground.

You hadn’t intended to go that far, but you were a kid, scared of what would happen if humans found a young zombie disobeying curfew and trying to run. You ended up going a great distance into the forest, and in the dark, you managed to lose your way. You tried to go back home, but you could never figure out how to make it back to Seabrook.

That wasn’t the end of your story, though. A couple of hours after dawn, you noticed something strange. The very air around you was starting to shimmer, turning a strange blue in the early morning light. A few moments later, a woman dressed all in pink and white appeared, offering to take you back to her home. She was just visiting the forest to gather up a few magical ingredients, but she didn’t like the thought of some kid wandering the woods alone.

The woman ended up bringing you back to Auradon, although she left you in the Isle of the Lost before heading to her own home. Apparently zombies are too weird for the picture-perfect world of fairytale characters, so you ended up amongst the villains. It wasn’t the worst twist of fate, as you ended up meeting a young Mal. Mal’s mother found a spell that could alleviate the less exciting parts of being a zombie, like wanting to kill people, and soon you could go without your Z-Band for good thanks to her magic.

You’ve grown up alongside Mal ever since, and went with her to Auradon Prep alongside Jay, Carlos, and Evie. You always knew that the Isle of the Lost wasn’t your real home, but you had no way to get back to Seabrook. As an associate of the Villain Kids, you’ve always been on thin ice. As much as people like to pretend otherwise, they still believe in some of the stereotypes, and you’ll always be one thread away from an enemy to them.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go back to Seabrook; you did, honestly, but there was never really a future in which you could leave Auradon. You’d have no idea how to find the town in the first place, and you’ve got a really good thing going with your adoptive family, so why leave?

Traveling with your friends to the upcoming game is the perfect way to make both worlds meet. Or, it should be the perfect way, but you can’t deny the surge of nerves currently threatening to choke you out. What if Seabrook is nothing like what you remember? What if your friends have all moved on and forgotten you, or worse, they just don’t care that you’re back?

Your abrupt exit was a long time ago, after all. There’s a fairly good chance that all of your zombie friends let you fade back into the barest recesses of their memory, scarcely more than a name and a cautionary whisper.

Still, it’s not like you can back out now. Seabrook awaits on the horizon, drawing ever closer. Within minutes, the car is pulling up inside the town limits, driving through the place in search of the hotels where you’ll be staying for the next couple of nights.

You stare out the window as the car progresses through the town, unable to stop yourself from searching for any trace of your former life. You remember buildings, the sharp divides of both sides of town, but something is different.

You realize it after a moment. When you were still living here, Seabrook thrived on separating zombies and non-zombies. All of the barrier fences, however, seem to have been torn down, and you don’t see a single anti-zombie sign anywhere. It’s enough to make your undead heart skip a beat.

Zombies and non-zombies walk together everywhere you look, chatting as casually as if they’d never been apart. It’s marvelous, and you can’t help but wonder what happened to bring about the change.

After leaving your suitcases in your hotel rooms, the lot of you decide to go out and explore the town. Apparently, there’s a citywide festival of sorts happening near the high school in preparation of the upcoming game. It seems like the perfect place to get to know the town, and also to give you an excuse to see if you can track down your old friends.

The car drops you off a few blocks away from the school, just enough time to get your nerves all aflutter again.

Jay laughs at your obvious tension. “Y/N, you’ve been here before. It’s not like anyone’s going to get mad at you for leaving, they know you had no choice. Take a breather.”

You shrug. “I’m trying, Jay. It’s still weird to be back, though.”

And it is weird. Being back in Seabrook is something out of a dream, as if any moment you’re going to wake up back in Auradon Prep and smile at how close you came to believing that you could have ever gone back to your hometown. You instinctively remember the layout of the streets, and every new building feels like a stranger, not just you.

When you arrive at the school, you’re blown away by the amount of people there, just milling around to support the team.

“This is crazy. I remember everyone in Seabrook mainly loving sports games because it gave the cheer team a chance to show off their skills, but this is way different. I wonder what made them like football as much as cheer.”

Carlos points to a row of posters plastered across the walls of the school and just about every available surface. “Maybe it wasn’t a what but a who.”

You follow his line of sight and stop moving in surprise. Dead center in every poster is the face of the football captain, someone who has everyone talking about how excited they are to see him play. This star athlete is also Zed Necrodopolis, one of your old friends back when you still lived here. He’d always wanted to play football, and it looks like his dream came true after all.

You smile at the sight of it. Good for Zed, he must be delighted with this twist of fate. You look around you, hoping against hope that you’ll be able to see him and congratulate him on his newfound status yourself. As you, Ben, and the VKs walk through the festival, you search every silhouette for some sign of him. There’s no way you would be able to tell him from anyone else; you’ve changed, and he has too, but some part of you still firmly believes that you should be able to find him if you look.

At last, you see him, and you swear your heart freezes in your chest. All you can see of the boy is his back, the set of his shoulders as he talks, but you swear it’s Zed. Your footsteps pick up a little bit, and you entertain the hope of catching up to him, of seeing the look of overjoyed surprise when he realizes that you’re back.

You come crashing back down to reality just as soon as the thought occurs to you. What would you say to him, anyway? This is the boy you talked to most of all when you were five, the one who knew a preschooler’s most pressing secrets, who pretended to get married to you when you first learned about what wedding rings meant and chased you through the streets in games of tag.

This is also the boy who has grown up into a teenager, and he doesn't have any more in common with you than Mal or Evie by your side. Isn’t it bizarre, that someone who used to be your whole world can be such a stranger at the very same time?

So, you slow your footsteps again, and watch Zed drift away into the crowd. He’s talking to someone who might just be Eliza, and he goes on living his blessedly different life with no idea that his childhood soulmate is a short distance behind him. Or, he doesn’t, until Zed starts to turn around a corner and happens to glance over his shoulder as he goes.

For a moment, time freezes, and it is just you and Zed staring at each other across the festival. The noise of laughing voices, the screech of car tires, it all disappears to a dull roar. You see each emotion cross his face like a flash of lightning- confusion, the faintest traces of recognition, and then a stunned surprise as he realizes that he knows exactly who you are.

Then he’s breaking into a run, heedless to Eliza’s bewilderment as he leaves her behind. You match his slow jog and meet him in the middle, all the while feeling such a rush of pure happiness that finally, finally, it’s all just what you’d hoped it would be.

Zed’s grinning through his surprise when he reaches you. “Y/N? Y/N L/N? I haven’t seen you in years. What are you doing here? How’d you come back?”

You laugh at his exuberant questions. “I’m here with your rival football team. Some friends of mine were playing and we decided to come down to cheer them on.”

Zed seems unable to tear his eyes off of you. “Why did you leave? We all searched for days, but we couldn’t find you.”

“I tried to come back,” you say, “dozens of times. My parents told me to run in that awful fight, so I did. Guess I ran a little too far. Someone found me and brought me to the Isle of the Lost, where I met my friends.”

Zed blows out a low breath. “I thought you were gone. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

You smile, although this time it’s more bittersweet. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again either. I’m glad we were both proven wrong.”

Zed’s face lights up again with a beaming grin. “I’m glad too. Say, Y/N, how about you come back with me? I’ve got a bunch of our old friends who would love to see you again.”

He pauses, and when he speaks again, his voice is quiet. “I’d love to see you some more, too.”

You open your mouth to say yes without a second thought, but you belatedly remember that you didn’t come here alone. You turn back to look at Ben and the VKs, raising your brows as if to ask the silent question if you can go with him.

You see Mal’s face first, which is happier than you’ve seen in a while. She just flashes you a proud thumbs up, and that’s all you need.

“Yeah, I’d love to go. Where are we headed first?”

Zed all-too-casually loops an arm around your shoulders, bringing you close as he leads you away. “Anywhere you want. We’ve got the whole place to see again.”

There’s a lot of ground to cross, a lot of memories to drag back into the light again. For once, you can’t wait to try.

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rottenstyx · 2 years

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i have the weirdest experience when i want to read disney's zombies fanfiction 'cause my name is actually zed. its so funny really, especially if it's a 'zed necrodoppolis x reader'. it pains me so deeply

"hi, my name is zed"

"oh hi, my name is zed"

like whatttt

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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The Outsiders (pt. 1)

Zed Necrodopolous x reader

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S Fanfiction

Summary: When you moved to Seabrook to get away from the drama of your past, you meet a sweet zombie who you can't get enough of.

Word Count: 1999

When you moved in with your aunt and uncle, they warned you that Seabrook was different. Your two cousins had also made this seem very important to know. It was a perfect place with perfect people, who scorned the ones that didn't fit it. Not that you cared. You were used to being different.

They also told you about the zombies. When your aunt spoke about them, it was with with pity, while your uncle talked about them with disgust. She was a clothing designer, and he was a zombie patrol policeman. It was partly her job to make the zombies' special clothing, and it was his job to patrol zombietown at night.

In all honesty they just peeked your interest. They just seemed like normal people that weren't recognized, and you thought about what it might be like for them to be outsiders as well.

Your mother had taught you that life is too short to care what people think, and that being mean to people was useless. So you put a smile on and tried to be happy with your new life. Maybe something good awaited.

You put on your white t-shirt and dark red skirt, and walked to school. As you headed to school, you saw your uncle on the zombie side of the fence for the school entrance. He got reassigned to watch over them. One of the zombies were looking at their class schedule, when it flew out of his hands and slid on the floor and through the fence. You picked it up, smiling at him as you went on your tippy toes to give it to him. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He smiled, and looked very handsome in your opinion. "I–"

Your uncle banged on the fence. "No trying to grab humans. Don't make me have to take you downtown."

"No, officer I was just trying to–"

"Zip it zombie. Leave the humans alone."

"No," you said. "He wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just handing him his paper."

"I don't care, get inside." Your uncle stared daggers into you.

"But–"

"I know you're new here, but I'll only say this once. When an adult tells you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. Maybe you weren't taught that where you're from, but things are different here." Your smiled quickly faded as you put your head down and walked inside. He didn't have to say that.

Zed watched you leave with a frown on your face. He didn't know who you were, but it still hurt him to see your smile leave like that. "Little piece of advice." The guard said. "Don't talk to the humans. Don't try to be chummy friends, because you can't. At the end of the day, she's normal and you're not." Zed didn't say anything as he went inside with Bonzo and Eliza.

As you walked with your head kept down, you accidentally bumped into a blonde girl. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

She kindly smiled at you. "It's okay. I'm Addison."

You nodded and smiled. "Y/n."

"So, are you gonna try out for the cheer squad?" She seemed very excited.

"Um, no." You tried to say kindly. "Don't get me wrong, I love dancing, but cheerleading isn't really my thing." She frowned and looked confused. "But I'd be more willing to help you out if you need a partner to practice with anytime."

Her smile perked up again. "Oh, that's so sweet. I would totally love that!" She excitedly took your hands. "Come on, you should meet Bree."

Into middle of first period, an alarm started to go off, and everyone began to panic. On the wall it said Z | ALERT and was flashing red, but you didn't really know what that meant. When you got out to a hallway, the zombie from before came running up in a panic. "Can you hide me somewhere?"

"Um." Was all that came out of you before you looked at a zombie safe room, grabbing his hand and you both going in. It was pretty much pitch black, and you led him to a wall for both of you to sit down on the floor. "So, I'm guessing the alarms are from you?"

You heard him let out a sigh. "I didn't mean to scare that girl, she just freaked out when she saw me. This wasn't really how I wanted my day to go."

"You mean you didn't want an angry mob of people after you?" You asked in a playful sarcastic tone.

"Well," he said. "Not like this."

"What?" You laughed out.

"I'm trying out for the football team today." He felt you get closer to him, and felt calmer. You didn't fear him. "I don't know if I'll make it, considering how my day's gone."

"No, I'm sure you'll make it! Everyone's really excited for the cheer tryouts, so pretty soon there'll be a whole swarm of people cheering for you when you make it."

"And what about you?" His voice became a little softer.

"Well, cheerleading isn't for me. I was hoping they'd have a dance class, but they don't. But hey, I wouldn't mind cheering for you at your games. Just in the crowds."

You turned your head to his dark figure. He chuckled, before saying, "I'm Zed."

"I'm y/n."

Just then the lights came back on and you saw his handsome smile, causing you to smile back. He was about to say something, when you both heard, "Y/n! There you are!"

You turned to see Addison with four other cheerleaders. "Gross!"

"Zombie germs!"

One of them tugged you away from Zed. "Look here Zombie, if one of my cousin's friends are caught around you again, it's going to get ugly. And as you can see, that's not in the cards for me." You looked at Addison, who said nothing. They then tugged you out of the room and away from Zed.

They dragged you to their trophy room. "Listen new girl," the main guy said. "We don't support freaks, and neither should you. You could maybe be cool if you tried out for the cheer squad. And lose that outfit. It's a little too dark for Seabrook. Speaking of outfits, you look like you could rock a cheer outfit."

You didn't want to be rude, so you responded with, "Um, that sounds pretty cool. I'll think about it."

The cheerleaders began to laugh. "Oh new girl, I like your humor. We'll see you there. C'mon cuz." They all then left.

At lunch you began to walk towards Addison, but she was bombarded by more cheerleaders, so you decided to not go over there. You looked around, and saw that someone had spilled their lunch all over the cafeteria floor. Principal Lee saw and groaned. "Can someone please go tell the janitor to clean this mess up?"

"I can!" You said eagerly. "I really don't mind."

"Well," she said, smiling as she looked you up and down. "It's nice to see such bravery for this school. He's in the basement." You smiled and nodded, heading over there. You walked down the stairs happily with your lunch tray.

Zed was excitedly telling his friends about you. "Yeah Bonzo. She even said she'd cheer me on at games. I'm really pumped right now, and I think she likes me."

"Yeah right." Eliza said. "It's just because she's new. Once she figures out that humans don't like zombies, she'll probably stay far away."

Zed gave Eliza a look before their teacher said, "Woah, there's no human students here."

Everybody turned to see you nervously standing there with your lunch tray. "Um, there was a spill in the cafeteria." You quickly set your tray down to hold the door open for the teacher. You then brought your tray over to Zed and his friends and smiled. "Hey."

"Hey." He looked surprised, but eventually smiled back.

"Is it okay with you guys if I stay here for lunch?"

Zed was about to speak, but Eliza cut him off. "You should probably stick with the cheerleaders if you really want to make the squad."

"Oh, I'm not a cheerleader, and I don't really wanna be one." You said as you sat down next to Zed. "They're a little too much for me. I probably wouldn't enjoy it. You should do something because it makes you happy, right?"

Eliza stared at you, but had a small smile on. "Um, yeah."

You turned to Zed. "So, I never apologized for the security guard."

"Oh, yeah. Did you know him or something, cause he was kinda being a jerk to the both of us."

You looked down, and felt heat spread onto your face. "Um, he's my uncle. I just started living with him and his family over the weekend. He's a bit stiff with me since we don't really see eye to eye on, um..."

"Zombikas?" Bonzo asked.

"Yeah. Sorry." You quietly said.

"So what if he finds out that we've been talking?" Zed asked.

"Then we'll just make sure he doesn't." Bonzo and Eliza gave each other a look as you and Zed smiled at each other. "So, I could go to your football tryouts after school. Maybe walk home together afterwards?"

"Really?!"

You shrugged. "Yeah. I don't have much going on after school anyways."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome. You could see me do thang in person."

You giggled, and the bell rang. "Okay, I gotta go. But I'll see you at the football field after school." You waved to all of them and hurried up the stairs.

As you were about to go to class, your cousin pulled your arm. "What were you doing in the basement?" She asked.

You shrugged and grinned. "Got lost. Oops." You then walked into class.

After school you walked to the football field and found him waiting for you at the bleachers. "You came." You nodded. "Okay, now I have to be extra awesome." You giggled and sat down as he grabbed your arms, gently squeezing. "Wish me luck!"

"I will." You then watched him play, and he was actually pretty good. He was good at dodging people, and was pretty fast as well. He excelled at the drills, though he dropped to the ground and rolled in a fit of dramatics. You laughed, yelling out, "You can do this Zed!"

He was still on the ground, but gave you a thumbs up. After a bit everybody lined up to see if they made it. The coach talked, and everybody looked pretty happy. You saw him and Zed talking before Zed walked over to you. You smiled and offered him his backpack, but your smile faded as you saw the disappointed look on his face. "I didn't make the team." He said. "Principal Lee thinks I shouldn't even leave the basement for school."

"Zed, I'm really sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. It's the story of my life." He said frustratedly.

You gently hooked your arm around his as you both walked together. "I'm sure at some point you'll be on the football team. Once people see how awesome you are."

He smirked at you. "Yeah, you're right. Well, I guess for now only you'll get to see my awesomeness."

You chuckled. "I guess so." You both fell into comfortable silence until you said, "I thought you were pretty good, by the way."

"Thanks, but I kinda wanna see you in action."

You laughed. "Um, I don't think I'd do all that good in football."

He laughed too. "No, I meant dancing. You said you liked it, but I haven't seen you dance yet."

"Yet?"

"Yeah. We'll go dancing together at some point. It's just a matter of time." You looked down with a flushed face, grinning. "So, why did you move in with your aunt and uncle?"

"Um, they're the only family I have left now." He stared at you. "I'll explain another day." He nodded.

You both then made it to the border of Seabrook and Zombieland. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we'll even have a day where people aren't trying to pull us apart."

You chuckled. "Wouldn't that be something."

He grabbed your hand and spun you softly. "Until next time."

You smiled and began walking the other way. As you buried your hands in your face and hopped around to calm yourself, Zed was silently jumping and fist bumping the sky. You thought about what he said, and decided that you would do something for this school, and it involved dancing.

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Author Note: Please let me know if I should keep going with this, or if you maybe wanna be tagged if I end up making a series.

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heliads · 2 years

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Zombies imagine being a human and your being nice to the zombies and just chill with them at lunch and you show Zed your art book because your into art and the group compelements it.

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It is another bright, sunny, beautiful day at Seabrook High School, and you could not be happier about what is to come. You’ve been excited for this day for a while now, as it’s the first time that you’ll be decidedly switching up your usual routine. Zombies are the norm now, and they’ve already become good friends to you. What’s more, you get to sit with them during lunch today, and seeing as they’re only in a couple of your classes, you’ll finally be able to stick around and talk like you’ve always wanted.

Also, you’re not alone. Somehow, your best friend Addison has already managed to make friends with the zombies, probably because she’s able to befriend just about anything or anyone so long as they draw breath and aren’t too critical of her beloved cheerleading dreams, so she’ll be joining you today as emotional support. Bucky and his overly judgmental cheer squad are already shooting death glares at the two of you as you breeze past them into the cafeteria, but you couldn’t care less. It’s time to see your friends.

Besides, one of the boys in the group means more to you than Bucky ever could. Maybe you’ve been harboring a little crush on Zed ever since he first started at your school, maybe you haven’t just been going to the football games to cheer on Addison but Zed as well. What can you say? He’s cute, he cares about his friends and the community. He’s practically perfect.

Addison nudges you in the ribs as you walk. “No need to look so excited, Y/N. It’s just one lunch period.”

You roll your eyes. “Speak for yourself. We’re making friends, aren’t we? That’s practically your favorite habit.”

Addison gives you a look. “What can I say? I like talking to people.”

She drops her voice to a quieter pitch as if about to impart the greatest secret of all time. “Wait, let me guess. You’re not just excited about sitting with the zombies, you’re excited about sitting with Zed.”

You elbow her in the arm. “No need to shout it to the entire school! And for that matter, it’s not just about Zed. My world doesn’t revolve around him, you know.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “No?”

You grin in spite of yourself. “Well, maybe a little bit.”

Once you’re halfway across the cafeteria, a tall boy with shaggy dark green hair falling into his eyes stands up and waves at you. You and Addison wave back in unison, unable to resist the boy’s cheeriness.

“That’s Bonzo,” Addison whispers, “one of Zed’s best friends. If you want to win over Zed, you’re already off to a great start.”

You make a face at your friend. “I don’t remember asking you for help on how to get Zed to fall madly in love with me. No need to offer advice.”

Addison smirks. “Don’t worry about it. My advice is free of charge. I’m helpful that way.”

You let out a slow breath. “Yeah, helpful. I’ve never felt more relieved.”

Before Addison can issue back a similarly sarcastic retort, you arrive at the preordained lunch table and take a seat. You specifically choose the first seat in front of you to make sure Addison stops poking fun at you, but you’ve barely sat down before someone slides into a chair to your right. You look up with a start when you realize it’s Zed. Of all the places to sit, he wanted the one next to you. Doesn’t that say something?

Indeed, when you glance over at Addison, who’s sitting opposite you solely so you can make dramatic eye contact in moments of need, she’s grinning a little too wide. She winks rather obviously at you, and quickly starts up a conversation with Eliza before you can call her out on it.

Zed, seemingly oblivious to it all, smiles over at you. “Hey, Y/N. Have a good day so far?”

You shrug, reaching for your backpack so you can get your lunch. “As good as it gets, you know? Math quizzes are making me miserable, but that’s just how it goes.”

Zed winces in sympathy. “Tell me about it. I’m starting to think that trigonometry was a tool specifically designed to torture high school students.”

You laugh. “I’d believe it.”

You’re a little too lost in Zed’s eyes, too caught up in the fact that you are sitting right next to your crush, and when you go to put your backpack back down, you accidentally knock it over on the ground. A few folders spill out, and you bite back several choice words. Most of the stuff is close enough to you that you can pick it up without worry, but Zed still helps.

“Here, I think you dropped this.”

You reach for the notebook without thinking, but do a double take when you realize what he’s holding. It’s your sketchbook, the one you carry around from day to day in the hopes that inspiration will strike you in some way. The muses are infrequent with their blessings, but you’ve been able to produce a few good works regardless.

Zed is smiling at the doodles on the cover, the splashes of paint from where you were too closely involved in a project. “This is cute.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, but do your best to pretend you’re utterly unfazed. “Oh, that’s nothing. Just my sketchbook.”

Zed arches a brow. “I’d hardly argue that’s nothing, but you do you.”

He wavers a moment longer, then hands it back, careful to shut the cover that had flopped open before he can see anything inside. Zed glances over at you as if he can sense your gaze upon him.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t peek. I would never look inside someone’s sketchbook if they didn’t want me to, I’m not a monster. Well, not more than the usual.”

He gestures haphazardly at himself, the green hair, the Z-Band still locked around his wrist. You laugh at the joke, and he looks utterly pleased with himself.

“Actually, it’s fine. Nothing in there is all that special.”

You keep the sketchbook on the table, somehow excited over the curious glances Zed keeps stealing. “You can look if you want.”

He beams, eagerly flipping over the cover once more. “Oh, I like that. And that. You have a good sense of proportion. That’s a thing, right? It’s been a while since I last took an art elective.”

Addison briefly turns away from Eliza to look at the two of you. “Y/N, is that your sketchbook? I thought you hated showing it to people.”

You decide that you’re not entirely fond of her very suggestive tone, no matter if she’s right or not. “That’s mainly with people I don’t like. Zed’s fine.”

Zed looks very happy to be called fine. In fact, the delighted glow in his eyes is so bright that you wish you could draw it right away. Every time you attempt a portrait sketch, you swear that you never get the expression quite right, as if depicting something in graphite or charcoal somehow lessens the pure emotions of someone’s face. All the same, Zed looks so thrilled to be important to you that any drawing of him would still look just perfect, still just as ecstatic.

Zed doesn’t look up until he’s finished paging through the sketchbook, commenting on the appropriate pages and nodding as appreciatively as if he’s an art critic strolling through a museum. At last, he closes up the book reverently, handing it back to you with the air of a curator examining the finest of treasures.

“It’s been an honor, Y/N. If I ever get famous, I’m going to commission you to design my portrait. The one that will go viral for its grandeur, of course.”

You grin, carefully tucking the sketchbook back inside your backpack. “I would be delighted. If the opportunity presents itself, I had better be the first one you call.”

Zed’s gaze lingers on you, even when he’s no longer thinking about your art. “You’d be the first one on my call list even if I wasn’t famous.”

If you thought you had butterflies in your stomach before, they’ve become a fully fledged storm now, a hurricane of swirling winds and bottomless pits lined with fluttering wings. “I could say the same thing about you.”

You think you could spend the rest of the world in that one half-hour block, just chatting with Zed about everything that comes to mind. You’ve never had a chance as good as this to get to know him, but it already feels as if you’ve met years and years ago. He’s still just as much of a sweetheart as you’d hoped, plus more.

When the bell finally rings to dismiss you to your next class, you can’t deny the thrill in your heart when Zed sighs, clearly disappointed that you have to part ways. He does offer to walk you to your next class, an offer you eagerly take up. And, when he bids you goodbye with a smile and a promise to talk again soon, you realize that you can’t wait until the next time. As it turns out, you have much to discuss.

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Team Player

Based on this request: “Zombies req!!!! Zed x bruh girl reader where she just transferred and is human, on the football team friends w tension to lovers?”

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You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous in your entire life. Your heart is racing, your palms sweaty, everything. One task lies before you, one impossible task that you’ve been dreaming about since you moved to Seabrook in the first place. Football team tryouts await.

It’s not like you’re a stranger to football- you played on your team back home, and were pretty good at it. This, though, is different: it’s the middle of the season, and for the Seabrook team, tryouts have already ended. No one here thinks the football team needs another player. You’re here to prove them wrong.

You take a deep breath, then square your shoulders and walk out onto the field. The football team is just starting drills for the day, so you’ll have plenty of time to see if you can join them for it. You head towards the football coach, who’s currently tapping his fingers against a suspiciously empty clipboard. He glances over at you when you approach.

“Cheer tryouts are in the gym.” He says, pointing back towards the school before you even have a chance to speak.

You shake your head. “I’m not here for cheer. I want to try out for the football team.”

The coach frowns. “You what?”

You force yourself to stand tall. “I’m here for football. I missed the start of season tryouts because I just moved here, but I still want to make the team.”

The coach rocks back on his heels, looking contemplative. “I don’t know. I mean, we just had another newbie join a month or so ago, and I don’t want the team sponsors to feel like we’re letting anyone in. Then again, that newbie was Zombie Zed, so that’s saying something.”

Zombie Zed. The coach says the name almost reverently, like this Zed guy is the patron saint of pink and green clad football teams.

You raise an eyebrow. “Who’s Zombie Zed?”

The coach smiles proudly. “A new addition to the team. Helped us turn a long losing streak into a series of wins worthy of the cheerleaders. And he should be here now,” the coach continues, looking around the field in vain, “but he’s late.”

You sense an opportunity. “How about you let me try out while we wait for him to show up?”

The coach hesitates a moment longer, then shrugs. “Alright. Um, I don’t entirely know how to do one person tryouts, so just join the team in drills and we’ll see how you do.”

You nod, trying to hide a grin. Finally, your chance is here.

There’s one open spot in the ranks of players, so you head there. They’re currently about to start sprints down the length of the field, something you’ve been practicing since you first decided you want to do football years ago. As opposed to the grim looking football players, you’re the only one there who actually looks ready to go.

When the whistle blows, you take off like a flash of lightning, running down the field as fast as you can. You reach the finish line ahead of the others, and are already turned around and ready to go again by the time the last of the players stagger across the line. You repeat this process a few more times before you look up to find someone standing in your place on the opposite side of the starting line.

There’s a boy waiting for you, foot tapping impatiently over the dyed turf. When you come to a stop in front of him, he folds his arms in front of his chest. “You’re in my spot.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t see your name on it.”

The rest of the players have crossed the line, so you turn around, ready to race once again. However, the boy just moves to stand by you, forcing you to shuffle a few inches over to avoid running into him. When you shoot him an irritated glare, he just grins, pushing a few stray pieces of dark green hair out of his face before getting in a starting position.

Now you’re annoyed, so you turn to the sprints with renewed vigor. You run even faster than before, but the boy still keeps pace with you. Frustrating. You beat him on the way back, then he beats you, back and forth until Coach finally announces that sprints are over. The coach heads towards you, smiling proudly.

“Good work, I don’t think I’ve seen someone outpace that many of my players in a while. And I see you’ve met Zed! Excellent.”

You turn to see the green-haired boy from before standing beside you. “You’re Zed?”

He spreads his hands proudly. “The very same. Who are you?”

You straighten up. “Y/N.”

The coach claps his hands together. “And the latest addition to the football team.”

You and Zed look at Coach at the same time, your eyes alighting with excitement at the same time that Zed’s face twists with something almost like horror.

“Really? You’ll let me join?”

At the same time, Zed steps closer to the coach. “You’re letting her join? This late in the season, and after only doing sprints?”

The coach holds up a hand. “Yes, I am. As you might recall, Zed, I let you on with much less preparation.”

Zed looks like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “That’s because we were losing. We’re winning now, we don’t need anyone else.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “You might as well learn to deal with it, because I’m not going anywhere.”

Zed turns the full force of his withering glare on you. “Fine. But if we lose, I’m blaming you.”

You can’t help yourself, and toss him a casual wink before heading back to continue practice. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I always win, huh?”

Zed looks like he’s ready to kill you. It’s very funny.

Thus begins a rivalry to end all rivalries. You and Zed compete on everything you can- sprints, push-ups, throws, you name it. This even extends past athletic ability and turns into smug looks after receiving praise for helping lay out cones, or getting to sign autographs right in front of the other. The tension whenever you have to work as partners is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

To be honest, it’s kind of fun. Football practice is amazing, of course, and playing on the team is everything. When you win the first game you play, you and Zed celebrate like everyone else, wrapping your arms around each other and jumping up and down. You remember yourselves soon enough, of course, and hurriedly break away when you remember that you’re supposed to be rivals, but you still catch him grinning at you from across the field a few minutes later.

It’s just nice to have someone like Zed to motivate you. Even on days when you want nothing more than to go crawl into your bed and sleep for the days, the sheer thought of him holding it over you is enough to convince you to go to practice anyways, no matter how tired you feel.

One day after a particularly difficult afternoon of training, you’re just starting to grab your stuff from the bleachers when you realize that someone is there. There’s a little zombie girl with pigtails hiding in the piles of backpacks, and she looks at you with wide eyes.

You smile in spite of yourself. “Can I help you with anything?”

She nods vigorously. “Zed is supposed to be walking me to the library after school so I can work on a project, but I can’t find him. He’s my brother.”

She tacks on the last bit as a proud afterthought, and you can’t help but grin. “Well, I just saw him helping pack up. Want to find him with me?”

The girl beams at you. “Yes, please. I’m Zoey, by the way.”

You offer her your hand with the gravest of ceremony, and she takes it. “I’m Y/N.”

Zoey nods understandingly. “Oh, I know you are. Zed talks about you all the time, you know. He says you’re one of the best players on the team.”

You almost stop walking out of surprise. “Zed said that? Are you sure?”

Zoey nods, apparently unaware of the shock rippling through you. “Yeah. He says you like to make fun of each other, but he thinks you can run really fast and he likes that. He’s glad you moved here, although he’d never say it.”

She eyes you suspiciously. “You’re not going to tell anyone about that, right? I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”

You grin. “Of course not. My lips are sealed.”

You mime locking your mouth and throwing away the key. Zoey laughs, and you can’t help but laugh at her reaction.

You almost forget about where you’re going until someone walks in front of you. “Zoey?”

You look up to see Zed looking between you and his sister, confused. You hold up Zoey’s hand, which is still interlocked with yours so she wouldn’t get lost.

“You know, I hear you’re supposed to be walking Miss Zoey over here to the library.”

Zed smacks a hand to his forehead. “Yeah. I can’t believe I forgot about that. Thanks for helping her find me.”

You let go of Zoey’s hand, and she walks over to Zed, although not without a little reluctance.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” She says, waving goodbye.

You wave back. “It was nice meeting you too.”

Your eyes meet Zed’s before you go, and you’re surprised to notice that he’s smiling quietly at you. He looks away quickly when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring, but you can’t help a small smile in return. Maybe what Zoey said is true, and he does like having you on the team after all.

Even after you pack up and leave for the day, your mind still returns to that one moment. Zoey said that Zed talked about you all the time, about how he only pretended to have the rivalry because he thought it was a joke between you too. Was he right? There’s no good reason why this should make you smile in between classes and when you’re going to sleep at night, yet it does. You’re not sure that you can explain it.

All the same, you keep going to school and practice like nothing out of the ordinary. At football practice, you watch the way Zed looks at you, how he talks to you after drills are over. If something is different, though, you’re going to have to learn how to deal with it. There’s a big game coming up on Friday, and it’s one that Seabrook has to win.

Your friends all know that you’re stressed about the game, but that can’t stop them from talking about it anyway. One day, when you’re walking with a few friends to class, they bring it up, albeit mainly just to talk about the cheer team.

“Bucky and his team are going to be playing at your game, right Y/N?”

You nod. “They usually make it to the games. I just hope we win, or Bucky and the Aceys are going to have our heads.”

Your friend laughs. “That’ll be no problem, though. You guys have been winning every game to come your way. I never thought I’d say it, but you and Zed are actually a pretty good team.”

You frown at her. “What does that mean?”

She holds up her hands. “Nothing, just that I remember you guys trying to outdo each other all the time when you first moved here, and now, you get along just fine.”

You have to admit that she’s right. When did you and Zed go from fierce rivals to something almost like friends?

“He’s not that bad. Actually, he’s a pretty good guy.”

Your friend gives you a surprised look, but shrugs and continues on to a different topic of conversation. When you turn a corner, you notice Zed getting a folder out of his locker. For some reason, he’s smiling like he’s just won a football championship, and you have no idea why.

The day of the big game comes anyway, despite your nerves. In the end, you do your best to collect yourself. The adrenaline will help you during the game, anyways. You stretch and warm up with the team, then head over to where Coach stands so he can give you one last pep talk before you begin. Strategies have been worked and reworked over the last few weeks, so all you can do now is go out there and win.

From the second you step onto the field, you’re ready to go. You lock eyes with Zed, and notice that he’s feeling the exact same way. You take your starting position and wait for the whistle to blow. The shrill note seems to hang in the air, and then you’re off, twisting through the ranks of opposing players to reach an open spot in the field. You’re starting on offense, so you have to get going fast.

Zed sees you open and throws you the ball. You watch as it spirals through the air towards you, and start to run. It connects with your hands with a definitive thunk, and then you’re sprinting as fast as you can towards the end zone. For a few moments, you feel like no one can even touch you. You’re going so fast, no one can even see you. For now, you feel free.

People catch up to you, of course, and you manage to evade them for a few seconds longer before getting tackled. Someone offers you a hand up and you take it. When you stand up, you realize that your helper was Zed, and you’re now standing only a few inches away from him.

He flashes you a wink through his football helmet. “Nice start, teammate.”

You grin back at him. “Nice throw.”

The rest of the game goes off without a hitch. Seabrook quickly rises to the lead and stays there. Although the opposing team is good, they’re just not good enough for your school. You score your fair amount of touchdowns, and so does Zed. In the end, when the final buzzer rolls, you look to the scoreboard to see that your school won, once and for all.

You only have a few moments to admire the winning streak before someone knocks into you with the force of a hurricane. You recognize him by the laugh alone and start laughing too.

“I thought the opposing team was the only one who was going to tackle me!”

Zed just grins. “Foolish mistake.”

Maybe it’s just the post-game exhaustion getting to you, but you start to laugh in earnest. “Foolish mistake? Who are you, Shakespeare?”

Zed takes off his football helmet with a dramatic flourish. “Does that make you Juliet? It would only work that way.”

You reach for a usual sarcastic retort, but you can’t seem to come up with one through the heat rising to your cheeks. Instead, you draw on the old classic, and shove him in the arm.

“Shut up.”

Zed, however, does not shut up as directed, and instead takes a step or two closer to you.

“Shut up? How else would I congratulate my teammate on our excellent win?”

There’s a risk you’re willing to take here. The only problem is that you don’t know if it will play out or not. Then you hear the shouts of the crowd and your other teammates, they way they swell in your ears but become distant whenever you look at Zed. So, you straighten up, as if to force some last bit of courage into your heart, and then turn back to Zed.

“Like this.”

Zed doesn’t react at first when you kiss him. For a moment, you think it’s a mistake, and that you want nothing more than to sprint off the field and pretend it never happened. Then he reaches for you and pulls you even closer to him, kissing you back with all the shock of a firework. When you break away at last, he’s grinning at you.

“You know, I was wondering if you liked me or not.”

You snort. “The answer is yes, if you couldn’t tell.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I can now. I guess it’s a good thing to mention that I like you too.”

Maybe it’s just the rush after winning the game, but you swear you’re floating through the sky, the ground disappearing beneath your feet. This is what it feels like when everything’s good, isn’t it? This is perfect. You couldn’t ask for anything else.

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