Pretty sure the tv shows are don't really have much to do with the games original plot, but there are cgi movies that do follow the plot and same characters!!
Oh okay period I will do my research on it lmao! Thank you!
I see we’re thinking about zombie!Rafe again praying you find strength to finish that chapter two rewrite 😭 (not that I think it needs the rewrite but I understand from a creative perspective why) also the first I love you, best chapter ever still tear up when I read it.
Wait I need to go back and reread the first I love you ❤️ that is one chapter I will def leave alone, it’s perfect already and doesn’t need a rewrite
God I love them so much 😭 okay lemme open my notes app
So I took a day off work tomorrow to go to the doctor and tell me why they just called me and told me ALL OF THE DOCTORS QUIT?? So there will be no one available to see me tomorrow 😭
Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.
Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.
Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:
Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol
Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!
hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3
dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words
summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately
cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader
the pitt masterlist
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You really didn’t think this through.
It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out.
And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can.
“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.
“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch.
Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?”
Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”
That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.
“Did someone hurt you?”
“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”
“Then what?”
You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time.
“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”
“You… got me something that’s on your back?”
You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop.
The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink.
“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more.
When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”
He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling.
“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping.
“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bren.”
He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?”
You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”
He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder.
“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.
“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”
Just binged ur zombie!au and omfg I loved it so much !!!!!
Thinking about Rafe and the guys breaking into some abandoned mall or antique store in Kansas, and Rafe finding an engagement ring for reader 🥹 and they have a sweet engagement / wedding on the grounds of the house in Kansas
us and them: bonus chapter
a rafe cameron zombie au
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summary: rafe is acting weird and you worry you've done something to upset him. or, rafe is afraid to propose to you, so he doesn't ask.
cw: zombie apocalypse and all associated warnings, reader panicking, rafe is nervous and making everyone else nervous, involuntary proposal (??)
AN: zombie apocalypse wedding when???? thanks for requesting, my love, i'm so sorry this one took so long but truly this is exactly how it would go lol i hope you enjoy <3
bonus chapter: the "proposal" chapter ✿ 1.1k words
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Rafe is acting weird.
Well, he’s always acting weird. You just know how to read him, so usually you can figure out how he’s feeling even if he’s being… well, Rafe.
But right now? You have no idea what’s going on. You can’t identify any immediate threats, and unlike before, you know if something was happening, Rafe would talk to John B and John B would tell Sarah who would absolutely tell you. You wouldn’t be in the dark, following him around blindly without a care in the world.
Except, that’s exactly how you feel. Like suddenly someone has drawn a cloth over your eyes and covered your ears. Rafe makes no sense to you.
He’s… jumpy. Since when does Rafe jump when you call out his name? Like he’d been deep in thought and you’d yanked him out of it painfully. He tries to act like everything is normal, which is maybe the worst part, because you can see through that but not deep enough to see what’s really going on in his mind.
“Do you think Rafe is acting weird?” You finally ask Sarah one day while the two of you are standing in the kitchen. Everyone else had gone out on a supply run together, leaving just you and Sarah behind to keep watch.
Sarah licks chocolate pudding off of her spoon and sets it down. She shrugs, but there’s a strange purse to her lips. “I don’t know.” She says, blinking at you. “Not really.”
“Really?” You ask, a bit skeptical as you lick chocolate off of your own spoon. “You haven’t noticed anything?”
“No.” It comes out a little too quickly, a little too pointedly. “Not at all.” She’s quiet for another moment before she abruptly stands. “I have to go uh… find something for John B. I forgot.”
She’s out of the room before you can even blink.
Things don’t get better. In fact, when everyone comes back from the supply run, things get much worse.
Now everyone seems jumpy. Though not necessarily around you, but around Rafe, which almost makes you more nervous. He hardly talks to you while you help him unload supplies into the medicine cabinet. He gives you a short nod when you ask if they ran into any zombies, and then a half-shrug when you ask how long it will be before the next run.
You spiral, because of course you do. You and Rafe have been solid since you found him, but it wasn’t so long ago that you felt as though you’d never be abandoned by him only to find yourself opposite the angriest glare you’d ever seen. What if you’d done something to make him angry, and now he didn’t want to be with you? Or worse, what if something had happened to him and no one had told you?
You ask him more random, unimportant questions, only to get the same not-quite-verbal answers. You stop talking then, and unpack silently. He doesn’t try to continue the conversation, and you try not to throw up.
Dinner isn’t much different. It can sometimes be a lively affair, especially when John B and JJ break into Ward’s old bottles of Jack Daniels, but tonight it feels more like a funeral. You think that feels fitting.
Rafe grinds his teeth. It’s quiet enough that you can hear him grinding his teeth. You keep your eyes down on your bowl of soup. You didn’t think you could stomach much else.
“I’m going to bed.” You finally say, setting the bowl aside and standing from your chair. You make a point not to look at any of them as you do, quickly making a break for the door. “Goodnight.”
“Wait,” Rafe’s voice makes your steps stumble, but you don’t stop, and you don’t look back. “I’ll come with you.”
Your heart sinks and you continue to walk, internally pleading with yourself not to cry. “Okay.”
He doesn’t say anything until the two of you step into your shared room, and you sit on the edge of your side of the bed. Rafe stands at the foot of it with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head slightly like he’s trying to figure out what he wants to say. Your throat tightens. The two of you had fucked on these sheets just a few nights ago and yet now you don’t know what to feel.
“Did something happen?” You ask, hating how pathetic you sound as you curl yourself around a pillow. That catches his attention, evidently, because his eyes finally rise to meet yours. His lips purse, his eyebrows furrow, and you continue, fists curled into the soft fluff of the pillow, “I just thought… I don’t now, everyone seems… nervous. Especially you.”
Rafe curses under his breath, one hand leaving his pocket to run through his hair. His eyes dart around the room before he seems to settle, jaw clenched, and sits by you on the bed. You watch him with weary eyes, still awaiting a response.
“Nothing happened.” He says, his hand now reaching to hold your own. The feeling of his palm against yours instantly settles you, a weight dropping from your shoulders. “Everyone else is nervous because of me.”
“Why?” You ask, leaning more into his side, and he takes a long breath. He stares at your fingers for a long time, long enough that you open your mouth to question him again, but you stop when he turns your hand palm down, fingers separating your own. You watch as his other hand leaves his pocket, his fingers unclench, and suddenly they’re sliding a band onto your ring finger.
A silver band with a small, shiny diamond sitting on top.
Your heart stops. Like, actually, you think for a moment you might die. You blink several times, and you can feel the intensity of Rafe’s stare on your face. You gape up at him, and he keeps his gaze on yours until you manage a soft “thank you…”
He practically pounces on you, lips and tongue colliding with your own as you start to giggle. The dread and anxiety that had taken over you turns into some kind of pure, unadulterated joy. Because even though everything has gone to shit, and there’s nothing certain ahead except for pain and suffering, Rafe wanted to give you a ring.
He holds your hand when he makes love to you that night. Several times, in fact, each time with his fingers interlaced with yours and his gaze on the diamond on your finger.
ALL THE GAMES???? thats kind of wild but i hope you enjoy the games and the zombies, im not super well versed with the franchise (I didn't even know about it having a show??? i do know that there is some resident evil movies tho!!) but i cannot wait for you to see resident evil 9 or see chris 😇 i cannot wait to hear your opinions on them, pls post updates if you can (and if you want to) 🤞🤞
LISTEN THERE WAS A SALE 🤪 I got the whole series for like $40 so actually it was fine lmao
THERES MOVIES TOO??????
And wait I read a fic about Chris, who is Claire’s brother (?) and he seemed like an absolute hunk of a man, I can’t wait to meet him either!
Daisy babe, Leon Kennedy is so popular you have no idea !!!!!! especially in the later games, people love him lmao hope your enjoying resident evil 2 tho 🫶
So listen I MAY HAVE bought all of the resident evil games after I finished my first playthrough of RE2 (I did Claire’s run first). So I’m basically diving head first into the fandom
I’m also learning there’s tv shows??? Like where tf have I been???
Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.
Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.
Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:
Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol
Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!
hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3
dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words
summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately
cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader
the pitt masterlist
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You really didn’t think this through.
It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out.
And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can.
“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.
“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch.
Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?”
Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”
That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.
“Did someone hurt you?”
“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”
“Then what?”
You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time.
“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”
“You… got me something that’s on your back?”
You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop.
The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink.
“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more.
When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”
He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling.
“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping.
“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bren.”
He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?”
You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”
He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder.
“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.
“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”
Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.
Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.
Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:
Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol
Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!
hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3
dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words
summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately
cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader
the pitt masterlist
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You really didn’t think this through.
It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out.
And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can.
“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.
“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch.
Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?”
Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”
That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.
“Did someone hurt you?”
“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”
“Then what?”
You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time.
“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”
“You… got me something that’s on your back?”
You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop.
The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink.
“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more.
When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”
He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling.
“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping.
“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bren.”
He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?”
You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”
He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder.
“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.
“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”
The sims idea is so cuteee but honestly I can also see reader getting back at James and his pranks by doing some shenanigans in the sims like they'd probably also do the rest of the Marauders in the sims and somehow readers sim ends up with either Remus or Sirius and James is devastated while reader and chat is laughing at him
Lmao reader’s sim keeps flirting with Sirius’ sim and James acts like reader is cheating irl
“How could you do this to me???”
“James I didn’t do anything. You’re the one controlling them”
Second, I have a story idea for Park the Shark, if you’re still taking requests for him.
Him and reader are married. I am picturing reader as a nurse.
Reader goes and gets a tattoo, a great white and a nurse shark circling. Something like this:
Maybe Park doesn’t know she’s getting it and finds out or something. Whatever you create will be perfect as always. But if you hate this idea, delete it and we shall never speak of this again lol
Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a great day!
hellooooo cassie!! thank you so much for requesting this i love youuuu <3
dr. brendon park x nurse!reader who gets a "secret" tattoo for him ✿ 634 words
summary: you try to hide your new tattoo from brendon. he figures you out immediately
cw: nurse!reader, fresh tattoo, brendon being very worried about reader's behavior, brendon thinks someone hurt reader
the pitt masterlist
°˖✧✿✧˖°
You really didn’t think this through.
It had sounded like a great idea at the time, and really, you still think it’s a great idea. It’s just… the hiding it that’s not working out.
And Brendon sniffs it out instantly. You should’ve known he would.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes are sharp, tracing over you like he can deduce every secret you’ve ever had just by looking at you. And knowing him, he probably can.
“What do you mean?” You try to ask innocently, leaning forward to run your fingers across his shoulders and through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Your distraction doesn’t work. If anything, his frown deepens.
“What’s going on?” He stares you down and you falter. Something must show on your face because his brows furrow and his hands reach for you. When one slides up your back and across your shoulder blade, you flinch.
Brendon pulls back like he’s burned you. The look on his face is hurt and suspicious, and when he speaks again, his voice is far rougher than normal, each syllable drawn out. “What’s wrong?”
Tears well up unbidden in your eyes, and you fluster at the burning in your waterline. Your head shakes, frustration with yourself bubbling up. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”
That makes things worse. Now, his face turns dark and he’s reaching for you again, sliding off the couch to stand and look at your back.
“Did someone hurt you?”
“No!” You turn to stop him from lifting your shirt and seeing your skin, but he flawlessly follows your movement, not allowing you out of his grasp. “No, I promise no one hurt me.”
“Then what?”
You sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat. Your wring your hands in front of you and Brendon stops, looking at you and allowing you to answer in your own time.
“I got something for you.” You finally admit, voice smaller than it should be. “But… I didn’t want to show you until it was ready.”
“You… got me something that’s on your back?”
You nod, and reach down to lift your shirt, turning your back toward him again. There, right on the back of your shoulder, is a new tattoo, still covered with the clear wrap from the tattoo shop.
The design is of two sharks: a nurse shark for you, and a great white for him. Still swollen with freshly injected ink.
“Honey…” The pet name is enough to have your eyes burning again, and you bite your lip in anticipation of him saying more.
When he doesn’t, you ask shakily, “Well, do you like it?”
He pulls your shirt down gently over the wrap before his hands move to cup your cheeks. He places a long kiss to your lips, and by the end of it, you’re smiling.
“I love it.” He tells you, and there’s a soft tenderness in his eyes that always makes your stomach flutter. You lean forward to kiss him again, and his hands slide into your hair to pull you closer, kissing you harder. He pulls away first, and you press your forehead to his, the tips of your noses bumping.
“I love it.” He repeats, and then, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bren.”
He smiles for just a moment before shaking his head, pulling back and meeting your gaze. “You were going to try and hide it until it was healed?”
You shy, giving a slow nod, “I was going to try. You figured me out in less than three hours…”
He scoffs, pulling you to lean against him again, but careful of your shoulder.
“What?” You ask at his scoff. He gives you a side eye.
“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you until it healed?”
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