Featured: Left 4 Dead, Witch x Reader
Ellis X Reader: It's Not So Bad (Christmas Gift!)You stared at the pathetic tree that stood in the corner of the safehouse. A handful of real ornaments, plastic ones that didn’t shine as you were used to, were haphazardly hanging from the branches. The rest of the nearly bare arms were hung with air-fresheners for cars. Ellis had comically put them on the small tree, but you decided to leave them. They made it look less pitiful than it actually was. There were no lights or garland; there wasn’t even a star or an angel at the top. It was more depressing than festive in your eyes. The worst part, though, was what lay under the tree’s branches. A few bottles of pills, a medkit or two, some adrenaline shots, and a bottle of boomer bile. Why the disgusting green liquid was under the tree as a gift, you would never know. Perhaps it was there because it was all you had. Either way, the aspect of the “gifts” being things you needed to survive filled your heart with a dreadful feeling. You missed how Christ
Ellis X Reader (Christmas Gift!)The feeling of your back being forcefully slammed into the concrete that was the ground knocked every ounce of breath from your lungs. You struggled to scream as the Charger’s mutated fingers wrapped around your torso.
That was all you managed to utter as your back slammed into the ground once again. You would be damned if your spine hadn’t shattered then and there. Just as the Infected lifted you into the air again, the piercing sound of gunshots rang through your ears. Your limp body fell to the concrete with a thud as the Charger dropped beside you. Groaning quietly, the feeling of an ocean of blood behind your lips made your stomach churn. You never would get used to it. Ellis rushed to your aid, and you winced as he gingerly helped you to your feet.
“C’mon, (n/n), we’re almost there.”
You leaned heavily on the mechanic as he pushed a baseball bat into your hands. Forcing yourself to keep your balance and gri
Ellis X Reader: One-Shots!You sighed as you stared up at the black sky. Stars dotted the clear view, the moon shining around you. “Hail the stars, for they are God’s careless splatters,” your mother always said. You remembered a lot of things she said, and the fact that you would probably never hear her again tugged at your heart in all the wrong ways. You glanced at the figure sitting beside you, a shotgun in his lap. Ellis. One of your only friends in the Hell on Earth that you had been thrown into. Okay, so you had started to crush on the guy, and hard. But, you wouldn’t say a word. The last thing you needed was an awkward relationship in the damn zombie apocalypse. For once, Ellis didn’t adorn a grin that you loved or talk on with his adorable Southern drawl. And you hated that. He had wanted to cheer the group up with some ridiculous story of his, but Nick, of course, shot him down almost immediately. Once he had retired to the roof to take watch while the others slept, you to
Ellis X Reader - Not Everything Has To Be BadAfter a long day of shooting and dodging zombies, close calls, freak accidents, and gathering supplies; You and the other survivors finally made it to the safe house. You were all exhausted from the long day and need rest more than anything at this point.
When the infection first started, it was really nice of Rochelle, Coach, Ellis, and even Nick to accept you into the group. You had been on your own for a while until you found them. You liked Ellis immediately because he is just so fun and uplifting (not to mention cute). Rochelle and Coach were always nice to you too and helped you out a lot. The only person you were a little on edge about was Nick, he always seemed sarcastic about everything and sometimes just flat out rude(not to mention a bit of a downer),although you saved each other a couple of times so you two were pretty much even.
You set down your gear and guns to settle in for the night, you were in some type of office room that had red, strong, metal doors to keep the zom
Nick X Reader: Pretending (Request!)Whispering Oaks was once a place full of happy families, laughter, and some pretty sweet rides. When you got to it, though, it was chock full of the infected, blood, and death in general. It was terrible. At least, for Coach, Rochelle, and Nick it was. As for you and Ellis, you still saw it as the fun-land it once was. As you entered the gates of the park, killing the handful of Infected that were lingering, you both shared a glance before turning to your fellow teammates.
“Can we turn on the generators and stay for the night? Please, oh, please?”
You both gave your best puppy-dog eyes as you pleaded with them. Despite your age difference, you and Ellis were eerily alike. Childish, enthusiastic, the whole thing. You were on board. Rochelle glanced at Coach before sheepishly rubbing her neck.
“I don’t know guys.”
You continued to plead, knowing you could get her and Coach to crack. Sure enough, they reluctantly agreed, much to Nick’s
Nick x Reader- Family(One-Shot)"The zombie apocalypse is no place to have a kid."
"Yes, Nick, I'm not stupid... I realize this... I'm just saying, what about when we make it out? I'd like to have a family."
"You say it like we'll actually make it out. You don't know what's going to happen, and I don't want to think about that right now."
"...Okay. Let's wait and see, then."
A feeble wail was heard resonating through the air. The sound of it was enough to make the group halt, ears perked. It came again.
"I can't be the only one hearing this." Nick deadpanned, turning to the other four.
"No no, I can hear it also." [f/n] agreed, squinting slightly to try and find anything that may be in her view.
"I hope it's not a Witch." Ellis whispered, shuddering slightly at the thought of running into the long-clawed Infected.
"Don't sound like it. Sounds like..." Coach screwed up his features slightly, trying to pinpoint the name.
"A kid!" Rochelle suddenly gasped as realization struck her, and [f/n]'s eyes widened in hor
Nick X Reader: Shut Up, Mr. Gambling ManYou smashed in a stray Infected’s skull with the butt of your gun, watching blood and small chunks of brains spatter onto your boots. You were sick and tired of being dirty. You were sick and tired of being hungry. You were sick and tired of being sick and tired. You wiped a bit of sweat from your brow, wiping a mix of cold blood and dirt onto your skin in the process. You sighed as you fell back into step with the group, waiting for Nick to make some snide comment, as he always did.
“What’s the matter, princess? Get a little blood on your precious shoes?”
He didn’t let you down. Your grip on your gun slightly tightened, ignoring him the best you could. You had dealt with the gambler for what seemed like years at this point, yet he still found a way to get on your nerves.
“At least I’m not worried about my beautiful $3000 suit.”
Nick just scoffed a bit, glancing back at you. He smirked at the way your jaw tightened, more t
~Doctor Nick~ Nick X Reader DrabbleNotes:
--This all started with a little idea I had after playing some L4D2 and hearing Nick quote “Let Doctor Nick fix ya up” and the plot bunnies just scattered xD I hope you all like this lil’ project of mine ^^ And I think I made an official drabble! 350 words exactly
*Disclaimer: I do NOT own Left 4 Dead 2, the characters, or the Reader. I do NOT make any profit from this, and do not plan to. My only payment is happy readers*
“Nick, you know I love you, right?” you pestered the white-suited man in front of you, flashing him a toothy grin; however, your grin quickly turned to a scowl of pain when he pulled the wrapping a little too tight, causing a hiss of pain to rebound against the walls of the safehouse.
“Sweetheart, everybody loves me,” was your snide comeback as the man sat back on his haunches to admire his work, wiping his hands against the front of his jacket as if it were covered in dust. You inspected the bandage around
Hunter X Male Reader PT.2
*both :iconmystiakademonblood: & :iconporcelain-child: wanted 2 read moar of this....so heres part 2 of hunter x male reader.... ^-^ keep on smiling
*u r a hunter as well
*srry if it sucks!
--several years in2 the future----
You sat ontop of a tall building, you watched as the normal zombies walked around. Once in a while you would caught one of them trying to do what they had done before in they're life time. Sometimes when you go off to explore a new place, you usally would run into some special infected Zombies. You try to avoid the Jockey most of the time, the reason you try to stay away from them is because, when you first saw a surviver. A Jockey had jumped onto them, it kinda looked like they were trying to hump the living human's head. Than there was the Smoker that you sometimes hang around with, the Boomer was okay to. The Charger was kinda strange, the first time you saw one in person was when a human y
L4D Tank x Reader :Big FellaOK so I RARELY! ever see any L4D Tank reader-insert :T so I said 'ALRIGHT I'M HAVING A TANK X READER STORY!' OK well its more of a friendship one so yeah enjoy I guess...?
Great you where stuck in a Zombie fucking apocalypse at first you thought it was going to be hell until you met big guy Tank. For some reason he never attacked you even though... You were Tank's #1 target but he never really did any harm to you he would follow and heck you would sometimes climb on his his back and he didn't mind. No zombie dared to attack you cause they knew they would get their ass kicked because Tank was there and Tank is like a big dad to you. Not even Smoker and Hunter would try to attack you. "Alright Tank I kinda up for some food know where any food I can get?" You asked Tank even though he didn't talk he sometimes make grunt or snort noises which you sometimes understand Tank stood there which you were guessing he meant for you to hop on his back which you did. After passing some zombies who T
Left 4 Dead, Witch x ReaderYou were in the midst of the undead horde of the zombies trying to survive as all your friends, family, and everyone in your hometown transformed into flesh eating beasts, while a margin of them were turned into freakish zombies some with giant tongues trying to pull you in as well as fast giants trying to mow you down and pummel you into the earth, with your food and supplies diminishing, you felt all this hope to live, was all nothing but a waste of your own energy, taking refuge in a makeshift safe room in an old convenience store, you felt that if you were going to live your last moments, you ought to show some effort to prove yourself a worthy survivor
"Heaven can wait... i can do this..." you said with a deep breath as you finally step out of your safe room
You went out in the city streets of once your hometown with buildings as high as the sky can reach, trying to find yourself any possible food and supplies while your remaining ammo was to be well spent on whatever zombified ci
~Left 2 Love~ OC!Hunter X Reader FinalAuthor Notes:
-Woo! Chapter 4! This is going to be the final, so I hoped you all enjoyed it ^^ The ending was kind of cliché xD
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Left 4 Dead or the games’ characters! I ONLY own the plot!
For the remainder of the day, I grew used to the sight of infected heads being blown into nothing but a red mist. It seemed these four really favored the shotguns in these situations, while I preferred any gun I could find.
We had covered several miles in a modicum of hours. I was generally surprised at how little infected individuals were stumbling through the streets, tumbling over debris and, at times, air. I later learned that the four I was accompanying had traveled the same area that I had previously and had rid of the tedious infected. Good for me, I suppose.
Through our journey through the town, we encountered other infected that I had never seen before. Zoey informed me of the Boomer, the Witch, and the one called a Tank. Apparently the Witch and