#apocalypse fic

[screamlet]

8 or 29 for the cuddle prompts please? 👀

hahaha did someone say angst!!!!!!!! i did!!!!!!! it's me!!!!!!!!!! cuddling reluctantly (8) and last cuddle (29). 800ish words of buck and tommy at the end of the world.

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It's weird to know, definitively, that it's his last day on earth.

Over the years, Tommy's been put through more than anyone's fair share of near-death experiences. Still, even when it was bad bad, there was always that flicker of hope that said, no, not yet, we might get out of this, this isn't the end. He had been 99% sure that he was going to die and that 1% won out again and again.

Not today, though.

He parks his truck where he and Evan had jokingly called their spot: about an hour outside the city, a couple of winding turns brought them to a small bluff that faced west to the ocean. They had gone hiking exactly twice in the six months they were together and that was enough, apparently, to make this their spot.

Evan's already there and he looks like he's been crying. Maybe Tommy does, too. God knows he had been crying on the drive up, and he had every day, randomly, for weeks. Ever since everyone earth was sure, absolutely sure, that there was no avoiding the massive meteor in the sky. It would hit the Pacific by dawn, maybe earlier.

At least they'll go first. That's what has him tear up again as he opens the truck bed and goes into the cab to grab blankets, pillows, beers, coolers, everything else he brought. He brought too much and not enough—he'd never had to think before about what he would need for the end, the end of the world.

Evan unloads the Jeep and brings things over to the truck bed: more alcohol, more blankets to lie on and keep warm, a bluetooth speaker, everything they might need for the end of the world, including a small portable grill for a quick barbecue-for-two under the eerie light of the meteor.

"I'll get the grill going," Tommy offers as they rush together, holding and gripping each other so tight. They break apart long enough to kiss, then break apart again when they start to cry.

"Why me?" Tommy presses his forehead to Evan's and rubs his hands down his arms. His eyes are shut so tight because right now, he can't actually look at the last person he's going to see alive. "You have—"

"It'll kill me," Evan chokes out. "To be with Maddie and everyone, and the kids, and know there's nothing I can do to save them. You—" Evan laughs suddenly. "You don't mind, right? That we can't save each other."

Tommy feels hysterical as he laughs through his tears, but he can't help it. "Yeah, I'm here. And everyone—we're up here all alone, and they're gonna be just fine, right?" Evan sobs as he nods. "And you and me—"

"I'm so glad you didn't have plans." Evan's laughing, too, because now there's nothing left to do but grill some burgers and hot dogs, drink some beer, and laugh at all this.

They let each other go with another fierce kiss, the only sign of their fervent, desperate sadness. "Yeah, get the grill going, I'm gonna find some music," Evan says. "Spotify has to have a playlist for this, right?"

"Search for sad gay barbecue at the end of the world," Tommy replies.

He looks over his shoulder and sees Evan changing into one of his, Tommy's, hoodies that he'd thrown on the truck bed. Evan looks at him, caught, and just shrugs.

"You'll get the real thing," Tommy says. "Promise. We're gonna hold each other so tight."

Evan looks away, his chest shaking, then turns around holding another hoodie. "Brought one of mine, too. I bought an oversized one so it'd—it'd actually fit you."

"Thanks," Tommy says. "The one I stole looked too ridiculous to wear so I just. Kept it around."

"You could've kept me around," Evan says.

"Yeah, I could have. I'm sorry." Tommy tears up again. "Evan, I never thought I'd have this."

"What?"

Tommy laughs while something in his heart howls for more time, more this, more time. "We're gonna spend the rest of our lives together. That's something, isn't it?"

Evan rolls his eyes in response, but the grin reaches his eyes, the one that crinkles at the corners when he can't help be charmed by Tommy. He didn't have enough time to see Evan smile like that, but then again it's hard to imagine that he could ever have enough.

Evan joins him at the grill with two beers and clinks their bottles together. When their eyes meet, the meteor's glow makes Evan's eyes look even more otherworldly. Haunting, beautiful, and the last thing he'll ever see in his life.

"I'm glad it's you," Evan says.

"Me too," Tommy replies. "Lucky us."

Evan kisses him again, his hand gentle on the nape of Tommy's neck. Of all the ways they have to die, Tommy thinks, then stops that thought. They're not gone yet.

[defanged-vamp]

1,019 words. t4t. mlm. forcemasc. age difference. size difference. apocalypse setting. pet name kiddo and buddy.

Honestly, thinking about how amazing it would be to get forcemasc in the apocalypse.

I'd imagine I wasn't even out before, but then I got stuck with a much older man who believed I had potential. The first thing he did was to cut my hair, telling me that it's for the best since the dead won't be able to grab at it. He sat me down in front of the mirror, going in with a knife first. I was sad, thinking I'd lose a part of myself. What I look like from before, but as he continues, I just grew confident. seeing a part of me that I never thought I'd witness. He then brought out the clipper to give me the full buzz cut, and I blushed at the sight. I've never looked this good, nor felt this way. I saw him clear his throat, staring at the mirror and then away, as if he knew too that I had just changed for the better.

At dawn, he brought out some dead he had caught in his trap. They are more tame in daylight. I hated the idea, but he told me I had to learn. The chain tugs on their neck as they try to reach me with their rotten hands. I never got used to the clacking of their teeth. He snapped me out of it with a soft slap to the cheek, telling me to pay attention. His big hands were all over mine, showing me how to hold the knife. He shoved and pushed me while I swung with his guide. making sure that I won't fall, that I'll stand tall no matter what. He then nudges me to face the dead. And I carefully stepped closer to it. The clacking got into my head, and I got distracted once more. I was scared, I felt like I couldn't do it. But then he spoke from behind, telling me to focus on his voice. reminding me that no matter what, he'll always have my back. I went in and killed my first dead ever.

The place we stayed at belonged to him. It was a cabin that was filled with hunting stuff, but barely enough to survive. He put me in his clothes, his big sweater that I had to roll up to my upper arms. He couldn't look away, my figure was drowned by his clothing, his cargo pants and his camo jacket. I try not to think too much of his reaction, I thought I was just reading too much into it. Maybe trying to find some distractions at the end of the world.

He put his camo trucker hat on my head, fastening the closure on the back. I practically look like him from the back, If he was a foot shorter. He told me that I need to learn how to hunt. In case we got stuck out there, no food or anything. He taught me to look at the tracks on the dirt. Made me follow a deer that ran along the side of a river. When we finally found it, he set us up behind a tree log. I lay down next to him, my hands holding the hunting rifle, my sight in the scope. His chest pressed against my back, and his voice guided me through it all. He even told me when to breathe and when not to. It was hard to focus, but I want to be good. I took the shot, and the deer fell to the ground. He cheered and squeezed the back of my neck, giving me pats on the shoulder. I've never felt this happy, not even counting from before.

Our first run to the city was eventful. He found us a pickup truck and loaded some weapons in the back. leaving room for the food we'll find along the way. The ride was silent. He worked his hand between us on the stick shift. And I tried my best not to let my mind wander anywhere dirty. We managed to score some canned food hidden in the back of an abandoned store. Only encountering a few dead that found us loading by the truck, he managed to grab some more blankets and pillows too. I asked why, but he just said, "You'll see."

He pulled the truck back on the road, but nowhere near the ones we were coming from. he drove up the road, giving us a beautiful scenery of the ocean. He found a spot that was so high up, none of the dead could catch up to us. He parked the truck, facing the back of it towards the view, opening the bed and setting up the blanket with the pillows. I laughed at how sweet it was, something he would never acknowledge if I mentioned it. He said we deserve a little break once in a while, pulling out some food to snack on while we huddle up against each other on the back of the truck.

I lay down after I finished all the snacks there were. looking at the stars, while he was busy staring at me. I couldn't ignore it anymore. We liked each other, and we only found out after I finally became myself. He leaned in to kiss me, cupping a side of my face with his calloused palm. He told me that he wanted this for so long, that he was too pent up to stop here. He guided me to lie on my stomach, gripping my shoulder and hushing me down as he filled me deep. I yelped at the pain and he coos at me some more. "This is it, buddy, this is how you become a man, I got you, sweetheart," he panted in my ear, thrusting against my hips. After he was done, I went limp in his arms, and he held me till dawn. He let me sleep it off for a couple more hours before we had to go back. "I'm so fucking proud of you, kiddo," he whispered, holding me tighter than ever.

[rabiesbites]

guys go read my fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Yokohama died within the span of twenty minutes. Once bustling streets became ravaged by the undead in an instant.

Kunikida, one of the few remaining survivors, would do anything to avoid being trapped with his own thoughts. As the months of cold, ruthless survivalism wear on, those thoughts become more and more erratic.

(kunikida-centric zombie apocalypse fic)

It is currently a WIP, only Chapter 1 is currently up, but I plan to write more in the future! As usual please pay attention to the tags, being a zombie fic there are many heavy topics and lots of character death in this one.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Containment Diaries: Entry 1

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Apocalypse AU: Loosely based on Stephen Kings ‘The Stand’

Series Summary: A deadly virus has escaped the research compound where you live and work as head Botanist. The military have evacuated and you and a few of the best and brightest have been tasked with finding a cure. Alongside you is your esteemed colleague and Virologist Dr Robert Floyd.

While aboard an aircraft carrier, you meet charming and boyish Fighter Pilot Bradley Bradshaw, and find yourself falling for both men.

As you navigate the cruel new world you’ve found yourself thrust into, who will you choose to keep you from losing your mind?

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Warnings: Warfare, Military Inaccuracies (I’m but a layman, I have no idea what I’m talking about) Smut, Love Triangle, Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Breakdowns, Apocalyptic themes, Swearing. I think that’s all!

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The first siren sounded at 2:46am. The sky was pitch black and the street lamps had not yet turned on for the morning.

You shot out of bed as your phone blared, the message flashing continuously across your screen;

‘Please stay alert for the following announcement.’

You waited as the noise continued its incessant honking, your heart in your throat as you waited.

You had all been prepped for this, an impending warning. Ever since the outbreak a few weeks ago, there had been talks of nuking if they couldn’t contain it, and you had been on edge ever since.

Yesterday the military arrived, but still you were advised that it was only precautionary and they, mostly, had everything under control and contained to the Infectious Diseases unit on the north side.

Your phone flashed again with another message;

‘All personnel to meet at the South Exit. Evacuations to begin immediately. Do not stop to pack personal belongings.’

You shot out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The cold New England winters were bitter and wet this time of year.

Although you had been told not to pack anything, you grabbed a small backpack and threw in a few essentials; your toothbrush, underwear, socks, mascara (you wouldn’t go anywhere without at least your eyes on) and then you put on your sneakers before you dashed out the door of the apartment complex.

In the dark streets lining the several apartment blocks in the compound, you saw hoards of your colleagues hurriedly exiting their buildings and swarming towards the south side. Fear and impatience already thick in the air as people pushed passed one another.

The street lamps finally flickered on, usually not doing so until 5am, they must have been manually triggered for this occasion.

You noticed how everyone had the same look of worry, etched into a deep frown on their faces. Hundreds of scared adults wrapped in their warmest civvies.

You made your way down the street as fast as you could without pushing passed anyone, and noticed that the military stood either side, funnelling everyone in the same direction.

“Come on, please. My daughter works on the north side, I need to make sure she got out ok. I’ll come straight back I swear!” A man begged one of the military personnel, who held a hand to the mans chest as he pushed him back, shaking his head.

You didn’t catch the rest of the conversation as you were now being pushed by people behind you, a desperate bid to stay on your feet or be trampled by the nervous crowd.

Eventually you reached the South Exit, a series of heavy gates flanked by guarded watch towers. The compound you worked on was so highly protected that you had to have specific clearance before leaving the compound, and no visitors were allowed.

The military stood in neat lines and directed everyone to sit down in rows, tension thick in the air as everyone wondered what was happening. After what felt like forever, when everyone had filed in, the General pulled out a megaphone and drew everyone’s eager attention.

“Alright everybody, I know you must all be scared and confused. It’s very important that everyone listens and does as they’re instructed, as we have to do this quickly.” He turned around to look at his men and women as they ushered in the last few stragglers.

“I’m going to call out your names in alphabetical order, and with your name I’m going to assign you to group A or group B. Group A, when I call your names, you will get up and form a line to the left. Group B, there will be a heck of a lot more of you, so you’ll form three or four lines over to the right.” He instructed, his arm jutting out in the direction of each group.

Everyone murmured to one another, and you sat nervously as you waited.

Name after name was called out, some you recognised and some you didn’t, people shuffling left and right and forming lines. Eventually your name was called.

You stood. “Group A!” The general instructed, and you moved towards the shorter line, considerably more nervous now than you were before. You carefully stepped over hands and legs as you stumbled through the dimly lit courtyard.

Once you had reached the line, a man in uniform placed a tag around your wrist. You flicked your wrist over and were just able to make out your name in the dark.

“I heard we’re getting shipped out to sea to work on a cure.” The woman in front of you whispered loudly to her friend. You recognised her as Alberta from the Infectious Diseases department.

“Well I’d rather be shipped off than be left here when the bombs go off.” Her friend responded.

Your heart began to pound against your chest as you listened.

“Ladies, I don’t think it’s a good idea to speculate right now. Especially not when you’re talking loud enough for group B to hear you.” A deep voice drawled from in front of the two women.

You recognised the twang and turned to look at Dr Robert Floyd as he reprimanded the two scientists, who said nothing, a sour frown on their faces.

You smiled at him, almost if to say thank you, and Dr Floyd nodded at you with a soft smile back, before turning his attention to the front of the line.

You knew of Dr Floyd from fleeting glances in the hallways of your joint apartment block and the occasional times he’d visited the Botany lab for samples of plants he needed for experimental drugs. Most of all you knew of Dr Floyd through gossip that the women in your department allowed to flow freely.

The female scientists and lab techs were shameless when it came to Dr Robert Floyd, never hiding the fact that they were obviously flirting, hard, every time he passed them in the halls or when he approached them for anything work related.

Dr Floyd was extremely handsome, undoubtedly brilliant, and, probably most endearingly, he was extremely shy around the ladies.

He could be hard on his colleagues when he knew they weren’t doing what they should be, but the moment he realised he was being flirted with, Dr Floyd would shut down and go bright red.

You, on the other hand, were not shy, but tried to stay out of everyone’s way, you were not a fan of conflict which was so often rife in the compound, and you just wanted to get on with your job.

You loved plants and you were brilliant at what you did, and to add to the brains, you were also breathtakingly beautiful, which often caused jealousy in your circles. You tried to make it from one day to the next without getting on anyone’s bad side, but it also made it hard to relax and make friends when the competition was so rife.

There were not that many eligible bachelors in the compound, and even though you were not actively on the hunt for one, some of your colleagues felt that you took attention away from them, so when Dr Floyd paid you that tiny bit of attention, the women in front of you shot you a dirty look.

You stood and waited in the short line for what felt like hours, the line for group B growing ever longer. By the time the sun poked its shining head over the cascading walls of the compound, you were finally being ushered one by one into the trucks.

You noticed group B being ushered into what appeared to be school busses, and you overheard one of the army personnel speaking with some of them.

“Your emergency contacts have been notified, they’ll be there to pick you up. Those of you without an emergency contact will be provided with basic room and board until this is all over.”

You stopped listening as you reached the truck and you were helped up into the back. You were instructed to take a seat along the side bench and you’d be briefed shortly.

You sat down next to an older Doctor you didn’t recognise, who gave you a kind smile. He must have noticed you your nervous expression as he mumbled something along the lines of “We’re in the best place we can be.” To which you forced a smile back. Your pulse was so loud in your ears you could barely focus on anything as people started to file in.

You felt someone settle in next to you, but didn’t realise who it was until he spoke.

“Hope you have some snacks in that bag. I think it’s gonna be a long drive.”

He chuckled softly, bringing you out of your trance.

“Oh.” You grinned after a moment. “No… not unless you want to eat a pair of socks?”

Dr Floyd laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

“Practical, I like that.” He said as he pulled his own backpack onto his lap and pulled out a pair of his own socks. “Snap.”

You laughed unexpectedly, a loud snort escaping you, and you clasped your hand over your mouth as the whole truck turned to look at you.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, but this only humoured Dr Floyd more, a deep grin etched on his face.

“I’m Bob.” He said, sticking out a hand for you to shake. You took it.

“I’m (Y/N), but my friends and family call me Rue.” You introduced yourself.

“Why Rue?” Bob asked.

“It’s a medicinal plant I was obsessed with as a kid. I was always telling anyone who would listen about the ‘Common Rue’ and asking them if they had a headache so I could try and make them medicine.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that why you’re a Botanist now?” He asked you with a furrowed brow as he studied you intently. You were surprised that Bob remembered.

“I guess so. It was either that or art, but I figured Botany would get me into more debt and take up more of my time so I chose that.” You joked, Bob chuckled again.

Just before Bob could respond, one of the army personnel climbed into the truck and addressed your small group.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen. I’m Sergeant Williams. I know this must be confusing, but everything is going to be fine. We’ve selected each of you specifically because you are the best in your field, and we need your help.” He scanned the truck making eye contact with each of you.

“The virus has been contained, for now, however we don’t know that nuking this thing will eradicate it completely.” He continued. As he spoke, people began to murmur to one another.

“I’ll need quiet please.” He instructed sternly, and the truck grew silent again.

“We’re taking you all aboard our largest aircraft carrier out in the south Atlantic sea, it’s safe and secluded and has all the equipment you’ll need.”

“Equipment for what?” Somebody asked.

“A cure.” Sergeant Williams put simply, “We need a cure. Truth be told we’ve never seen anything quite like this before. If Ebola and Rabies had a baby, even that wouldn’t be quite as bad.” He suddenly looked grave as he continued quietly. “We can try to contain this thing, kill it even, but what we haven’t told you is that we’ve been trying to do just that for weeks. We couldn’t risk letting anyone panic, so we cordoned off the infectious diseases unit and isolated anyone who came in contact with it to be sure, but it’s proving harder than it looks…” he trailed off, but soon realised how terrified everyone looked.

“However, that’s why we have our brightest and best on the job. We’ve specially selected each of you based on your knowledge and what you bring to the table, you’ll work together and before you know it this will all be over.”

“But what about our families?” Someone called.

“You’re doing this for your families! If you don’t, who do you think will be able to?” Sergeant Williams began to sweat, and as everyone whispered to one another, you sat with your head against the trucks tarpaulin wall and tried not to be sick. Truth be told, you thought you were not meant to be there. If it was only the best of the best, there was definitely some mistake. Your imposter syndrome well and truly flaring up, you thought about sticking up your hand and explaining there must have been a mix up.

But before you could, Bob turned to you with a reassuring smile, and chuckled.

“No pressure then I guess.”

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- Entry 2 Here -

I don’t have a Taglist for this series but I will be updating my Masterlist as I go 💛

[littlehollyopal]

Original Whump story: A friend.

Blue was always shaky around Oliver and the nurses. Oliver was kind enough, but they always act nice at first before they hurt you. And Blue doesn't trust anyone in the medical field. Blue kept his guard up in case anything happens. Blue couldn't remember his name, so they settled to calling him "Blue". Quite an odd name to Blue. Michelle put Blue's pills and water on the nightstand beside him.

"Make sure you take these. I'll be right back with your food so don't you fret!" She said gleefully, walking away. Blue sighed and leaned back on the pillow and headboard. He knew it was only a matter of time before they threw him into another cell. Before they beat him until he was black and blue. Before they make him work and work until his bones wither away. Before they---

"Hello?" A tiny voice grabbed Blue's attention. The door was ajar, a little girl looking in. She saw Blue and carefully closed the door, making as little sound as possible. "Hi, I'm Emily." She said, her voice lowered, "You must be the new guy." Blue nodded slowly, quite confused. She wasn't wearing any rags or dirty clothing. She was wearing clean clothes, even if they were a bit too large for her. She timidly walked to Blue, her sleeved hands near each other. "I like your hair. It's so long and black. I wish I had long black hair. I just have short, brown curly hair." Emily said, twirling one of her curls. Blue just stared at her. Tilting his head slightly. Emily put her hands on the bed, eyeing Blue with curiosity.

"How old are you? I'm nine." She asked. Blue looked down. Trying to remember. Then he recalled a time where he got a glimpse at his medical chart back when before he got taken away by Oliver and the other guys. "I was um... born in April 12, 2076." He replied, his voice quivering and a bit raspy from not talking for so long. He couldn't remember the last time he spoke. Emily looked at him with amazement. "Woah, so you're sixteen? That's cool! I rarely meet new kids here, and the ones that are here are either mean or avoid me." Emily said. Blue looked down at the sheets, deep in thought. "Why haven't they... Sent me back yet..?" He asked Emily. The little girl looked puzzled, titling her head slightly. "What do you mean?" She responded.

Blue's brows furrowed, gripping the sheets ever so slightly. Emily hung her head as well, now seemingly understanding what Blue means. She put her hand on his, causing him to jolt a bit. She smiled at him. "It's okay. We're safe now. The bad people won't hurt us anymore. The adults will protect us." Emily said. Blue smiled a bit, and he held her hand. Safe... Were they really free? Is he not going to be in pain anymore? For the first time in a long time, Blue felt a little hopeful. Emily had a thought. "Hey, do you want me to tell you a story? When I was at the bad place, one of the adults told me a story about--" "Emily!" A voice erupted. They both turned to the doorway. Michelle came back with a tray of food, a stern look on her face.

"Leave Blue alone. He's been through a rough couple of days." She said. Emily frowned. "But I wanna stay with Blue." Emily whined. Blue only stared at the two. Michelle set down the tray and crossed her arms, her face softening. "I know. But he needs to recover. You two can be together when he gets better physically." Michelle told the young girl. Emily looked towards Blue again, a sad look on her face. "Okay. I'll see you again, Blue." Emily walked out of the room, Blue's hand reaching out to her. She closed the door behind her, leaving Blue alone with Michelle.

"Sorry about her. She's very curious." She cooed to Blue, who was glaring at her. Michelle put the tray of food on Blue's lap and sat on the bed next to him. "I can remove the mask for you if you want---" Blue grabbed her wrist and tossed it aside. An angry stare perturbing through her soul. He looked down at his food, griping the sides. "Right," Michelle began, "I'll leave you be then. Call or ring the bell if you need help, okay sweetheart?" Blue nodded slowly, not meeting her gaze. He heard her leave the room and close the door with a click.

Blue sighed. He now misses his new friend.

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[tdoesntwritewell]

Very short chapter of

Cleavers and Claws

[melancholeemars]

Oh look a practice

Really though question for a broader audience — if I did comms in this style would anyone be interested?

[s0larts]

Notebook nr. 01

Shifters