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[sweetwritertanya]

Dormant Heart

Author’s Note: Hi! So, this is the story I asked you guys if it was okay to write an original character. Since no one opposed, I decided to keep it like this. As always, it’s from a chubby reader’s perspective and it will probably be like a 3 or 5 part series. Hope you like it.

Summary: It’s been two years since the zombie apocalypse happened. You and your older brother were in a safe city, readjusting to how life was now. When a newly infected male is transferred into the cells that you are in charge of surveilling, something unexpected happens. Something that will change everything.

Warnings: just a bit of swearing. It’s mostly exposition and fluff.

Word Count: 3303

You were making your way to your room after a late lunch when you heard the heavy rusty gate being open, meaning a team was arriving from the outside. You stopped apprehensively, your eyes scanning in hopes of seeing the familiar face you worried about. A smile took over your features as you saw your older brother at the head of the group.

Running up to him, you noticed the rest of the team pulling in a big chest with three locks surrounding it, something heavy inside it.

“John, you made it!” you exclaimed happily, still keeping an eye on the chest as you stopped in front of your brother. “What’s that?”

“Well, nice to see you too, Y/N. And no, I wasn’t heavily injured while I was away, thank you for your concern” he teased. You rolled your eyes at him but inspected his form to make sure he wasn’t lying. “And that’s a Dormant. We found it stuck underneath the bridge that fell last week.”

“Oh, that’s rare. Not a lot of Dormants left” you recalled.

“Never mind that, how is the job I got you at the kitchens?” he asked you, putting an arm around your shoulders and walking with you to the rooms, probably wanting to go and rest in his room too. You bitt your lip in guilt and he noticed. An angry sigh escaped him and his arm fell from your figure. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“It’s not my fault” you started to defend yourself, but he wasn’t having it.

“When is it ever your fault, Y/N? You can’t be in the lab because you’re not a scientist. You can’t be a vigilante because you have bad eye-sight. You failed at the exercise tests so you couldn’t be a scavenger. Now you’re telling me you couldn’t even farm and cook in the kitchens?”

“I was doing just fine, but they kicked me out for giving food to the children” you explained, trying to appeal to his heart.

“As they should! You know we have a very limited food supply, we need to preserve the most amount of food possible. They would have eaten when it was time to, like everyone else.”

“They were hungry, John” you persisted.

“But they are alive, Y/N.” He looked disappointed at you. “I don’t know if you’re too naïve or too dumb to understand this is no longer the world we grew up in.”

With that he reached his room and entered, leaving you behind, looking hurt as he closed the door on you.

The infection outburst happened two years ago. Like the virus that it was, it spread way too fast and way to aggressively for people to be able to fight back. What started with a few people worldwide becoming bizarrely numb, they soon became super strong flesh-eating monsters that no one would ever dare to call human again.

The chaos that ensued was tragic. A single bite from those horrific monsters turned people into one of them, if they didn’t take the time to eat your brains out after tasting you. It was estimated that about half of the world’s population was contaminated, about a third had died already, eaten by the zombie-like creatures, and the remaining were secluded in safe built cites, like the one you were in. Well, those were the estimations when communication was still available. That had ended about a year after.

You never really gave much thought to what would happen to you if a zombie apocalypse happened. Mostly because you didn’t believe one would ever occur, you were sure it was just something made up for movies and books. All made believe and scientifically impossible. Which is why, when your small town was attacked, you would have been dead if it wasn’t for your brother. He was the one who protected you, and later the one who tried to teach you how to fight. You learned self-defense against monsters, but you were not a fighter. Your plump body was not made for running around attacking and smashing the zombies as you went.

You were in your room, a book on your lap that you avidly read. People found them useless nowadays, but you treasured them ten times more than you did before. They were now your only source of diversion, taking you away from the awful world you were now living in. A knock on your door called you attention and the door was opened before you even responded.

“Y/N, get off your ass. I got you a job” your brother informed you. “You can bring that stupid book, you’ll probably need it.”

You were frowning heavily, but were also intrigued by what job could possibly require a book. You followed John out the building, through the city and gasped when you realized where he was taking you, on the most outskirts of the town, underground.

“The cells?” You questioned.

“Yes. Mike, the guard here, wants to become a scavenger. He grew bored of being here all day. So, there’s an opening for you.”

Holding the book tightly against your tummy, you scrunched up your nose when your brother opened the underground metallic gate, locking it again behind you both and leading you through the hallway. It was musky and dirty smelling from this point on.

John introduced you to Ralph, the other guard you would be rotating shifts with guarding the cells down here. It was 12 hours each time, but at least you had peace and quiet. No one reprimanding you, no one controlling you and you had more than time to read all your favorite books.

“Just keep an eye on them and feed them. You can do this, right, Y/N?” John looked at you with big expecting eyes, his voice filled with concern. “I’m running out of options here. I don’t know what else to find you if you don’t make it here.”

“I can do it” you assured him, feeling guilty about how much of a bother you were to him sometimes.

You were handed a gun and some spare bullets, just in case. You knew how to shoot it, but truly hoped you never would have to. John and Ralph left you then, the latter promising to be back twelve hour later. Someone would bring you food not only for yourself but the prisoners in the cells as well.

Getting acquainted with the space, you started to slowly walk the corridors with the cells on each side. Your heart was beating strongly in your chest, your body highly aware of the gun resting against your hip.

There were quite a few Dormants in the cells. They had gotten that name from the state they always seemed to be in – dormant, numb, latent. They were infected people that had not yet tasted human flesh. Scientists had discovered that the virus, once in its victim’s system, would lay low until the first bite of human meat. Only then would it take over every system in the human body, shutting down almost all internal organs and ceasing all the brain activity except for what kept them moving with desperate for another taste.

Dormant zombies had not yet reached the second phase of the disease. They didn’t have the super strength or unnatural hunger the other zombies had. Mostly, they just stayed put in a spot, moving occasionally because they still had humanly body needs and needed to eat, drink and such. But they were not really humans anymore, their heartbeats slowing down to an almost complete stop and their brainwaves being just short of a vegetative state. They weren’t completely harmless either. If a non-infected human stood to close, the virus would press them to attack, beginning the second phase.

Scientist were trying to find a cure without success ever since the beginning. These Dormants were essential for their research, being the only way they could test their antidotes. Although the full-infected zombies were believed incurable, the Dormants may still be savable. And could help in the discovery of some kind of preventive vaccine against the virus.

So far, no Dormant had survived the solutions the scientists had come up with.

At the end of the corridor, away from the other Dormants, was the new one your brother and his team had brought the day before. You noticed it was a man, with dark hair and light skin. He was wearing a red sweater and some dirty denim pants, no shoes. You couldn’t, however, see much more of him since he was crunched down in a ball, hugging his knees up to his chest, turned to the wall rather than to the metal bars that kept him encaged.

There was a chair against the wall opposite his cell for you to sit. The new Dormants were always more heavily surveilled than the other ones. Sitting down, you found the chair a bit small for you voluptuous booty, but leaned back until you found a comfortable position and opened your book where you had last left it.

Soon you were completely sucked in the story you were reading, gasping at any twist you didn’t see coming and laughing at the funny dialogue between the characters. During a particular funny scene, you laughed a bit louder than usual and it echoed against the walls, making you look up to remember where you were.

Immediately you froze, something catching your eyes. The Dormant had moved. Still hugging his long legs against his chest, he was now turned in your direction, making it possible to see his facial features. He looked to be in his mid to late twenty’s. You took in the strong square jaw line, the full small lips, a straight nose bridge, the dark brown hair grown past his ears with a long side fringe almost covering his big hazel colored eyes. Glazed over eyes, due to the virus.

You shifted uncomfortably in the chair, but tried to ignore it. He probably wasn’t even really looking at you, but rather just in your direction, absent minded like Dormants were. You tried to focus back in the words of the page you were reading, but it wasn’t really working. You glanced back up and you could have sworn he was looking straight into your eyes, but that would be completely abnormal behavior.

“I must be losing my mind” you mumbled lowly, sighing heavily.

You decided to move from the chair to the ground, where you could sit more comfortably against the wall, bringing your chunky legs up so you could rest your book against your thighs as you read. Just to be sure, as you still felt uneasy, you looked up again and there it was. Hazel eyes looking right at you, even when you moved down from your chair.

A sudden knock on the gate at the end of the corridor made you jump in surprise. Realizing it was probably just someone bringing you food, you got up and unlocked it, thanking the woman who brought the cart with all the trays of food.

Making your way through the cells, each one had a small rectangular hole you could open up at the end of the door so you could slide the food inside. You had a metal stick you could use to shove the trays in, for safety, but none of the prisoners moved at your actions, so you didn’t have to use it.

At the last cell, you saw the man was still on the opposite wall, but again his eyes seemed to follow you. You pushed the food inside and went to get your own tray, feeling starved already. You sat again on the ground, the tray on your big thighs with your legs stretched. The man had not moved.

“You should eat” you found yourself saying. “You were beneath that bridge for at least a few days, you need to eat or you’ll end up just dying.”

To anyone else it would seem like a waste of time, talking to a Dormant. They wouldn’t hear or acknowledge you, much less respond to your words. Still, the fact that they looked so very human even after being infected made you pity them. They were stuck between human and monster, but everyone already treated them as the latter.

“Aren’t I silly? Talking to a Dormant? Might as well talk to the wall…” you mused to yourself, biting a piece of cabbage from your plate. “Maybe I should try and make some friends, apparently I’m lonelier than I thought.”

Not that you haven’t tried, making friends here. But everyone seemed to look at you with disparagement, no matter what you did. Most people looked at your chubby body and labeled you as a gluttonous supply eater, when you honestly tried to eat just as little as the other people, even if it made you hungry just a short time after.

“Then again, with this job, I won’t have time for friends” you concluded, still looking at your plate as you spoke. “I’ll be here the whole day, just going out to sleep. Should I just make friends with you, then?” You chuckled sarcastically.  

A noise caught your attention and you raised your head in time to see the Dormant nod, taking a piece of bread into his mouth, his eyes once again set on yours. He was now next to the cell’s metal bars, having moved from the wall without making a sound you could notice.

You gasped, your fork falling on your tray as you stared open mouthed at him.

“D-Did… Did you just nod?” you asked in a whisper, completely taken back.

The man didn’t answer or made any movement at your words, just kept chewing his bread and looking at you. Anyone else would have just thought it was all in their mind, that there was no way this infected person responded to your words. But you had nothing but time to kill, and persistence was your middle name.

“You… You are looking at me, aren’t you?”

As if to prove it to yourself, you set your now empty tray on top of the chair and moved around in the room, amazed as the glassy eyes followed your figure.

“Why are you different?” You wondered, crossing your arms and keeping a safe distance from the boy in the red sweater. “Is it because you were bitten recently? Are all newly infected like this? Gosh, I really wish I was a scientist right now, or at least knew enough about this disease to have some answers.”

He grabbed another bite of the bread, slowly munched on it, keeping his eyes on you.

“Maybe I should ask my brother when my shift is done” you pondered. But thoughts of him calling you naïve and dumb came across your mind, yelling at you for not knowing something as simple as this. “No, no. It’s probably normal. Yeah, I’m sure in just a week or so you’ll be like the others in here” you convinced yourself.

But he didn’t. Every time you came to do your shift, the man’s eyes would set on you and, without you noticing due to how silent he was, he moved closer to the cell bars. You ended up having to use the metal stick to move his food to him, since he was so close.

You decided to talk to him. Such an act had two main objectives to you: prove to yourself that he was, in fact, still a Dormant, for he never talked back or recognized your words, and to entertain yourself in the long hours of this job. Although you still brought a book with you every time, after a few hours your eyes would start to hurt and the light would dim outside. Talking with him - or, more precisely, at him – was strangely soothing. You were able to recall the time before the zombies showed up, the friends you had, your parents…

John never liked to talk about them or how life was before. It hurt him too much. Even though it hurt you too, it hurt more the fear of forgetting them. So, finding someone to talk to about them was liberating.

You talked with him about school, college, fears and dreams you had before the apocalypse. You shared your fears and dark thoughts, knowing you wouldn’t have to worry about someone else finding out about them. Around the sixth day of talking to him for hours at a time, something unexpected happened.

“Yeah, so John talked to Ralph and got me this job instead. Now here I am. Oh, Ralph is the other guy who comes here, by the way. Not sure you know.”

You were laying in the middle of the floor, looking at the dark ceiling, as the mute man ate and gazed at you. You had now gotten used to it. A random thought made you sit up straight, turning your head towards the Dormant.

“Speaking of names… I haven’t even told you my name, have I? Not that it matters anyway, but I told you so much about myself that it feels weird that I never told you my name. I’m Y/N.”

You laid back down, sighing at how meaningless these interactions were, if you could even call them that.

“I wonder what your name was. And where you came from. I mean, you must be from another safe city, you were only bitten about two weeks ago. What were you doing in the bridge anyway?”

“… Y/N.”

You gasped. Jumping back at the unfamiliar sound and moving as quickly away from the cell as possible. You looked wide-eyed and panting at the boy across the bars, unbelieving of what just happened. Your right hand hovered above your gun, bringing you some sense of safety.

“W-What? D-Did you… Did you just talk?” The thought sounded ridiculous based on all the information gathered on the virus the last two years. And yet…

“Y/N” he repeated, and this time you saw his lips move as the breathy voice echoed in the room.

He moved to stand up as well, making you push yourself further into the wall behind you, panic thoughts making your hands shake. Was he no longer Dormant? Had he eaten human flesh somehow? Was he able to break through the cell? Was he about to kill you now?

Instead, the boy just stood up, glassed eyes taking your fearful state. And you could have sworn you saw him frown with worry.

“No fear… Y/N.”

“Oh my fucking God” you exhaled, falling to your knees and bringing your face to your hands. “You can talk. You can actually talk. D-Did you always… Do you talk with Ralph too?”

What you thought would forever remain in the confidence of this room, believing the man could not repeat, or even hear, the things you told him, was now something you worried about.

“No. Y/N… only Y/N” he assured, voice still breathy and raspy as if he hadn’t used it in a long time.

“Why? And since when ha-” your questions where stopped when a loud knock was heard. You looked scared at the metal gate. “Fuck. It’s Ralph, for his shift.” Looking back at the glassy hazel eyes that always followed you, you realized there was nothing you could do now than hope he kept your confessions to himself. “P-Please, don’t tell him anything of what I told you, okay?”

He shook his head.

“Only Y/N” he repeated.

You nodded and, with a racing heart, made your way to the gate and opened it for Ralph. You tried to act normal, handing him the keys and gun before leaving until your next shift.

You were absolutely certain you would not rest at all after what just happened.

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[sweetwritertanya]

Dormant Heart (Part 5)

Author’s Note: The final part! I really hope you all like it. It was just a short little story that came to mind after I read a few fanfictions about zombies and I’m really happy with how it turned out. Hope you are too!

Summary: Life becomes blank for you as you try to come to terms with what happened. Still very much drowning in hurt, your city celebrates an unexpected discovery that will change the future.

Warnings: there is SMUT mixed with fluff and plot on this final part. Namely, be aware of: swearing, erotic body touching, unprotected sex (because is the apocalypse, but please be smart IRL). Also, the main character is a bit depressed at first, although I don’t go too deep about it. I don’t think is very triggering, but keep that in mind.

Word Count: 3939

It took you so many weeks to even be able to get out of your room. You barely got out of your bed for a while, your brother having to take your food and even force you to eat it the first days. You never looked at him, or even addressed him at all. You blamed him too much for the hurt you were feeling.

The only paint you could compare it to was of when you lost your parents. But that was at the beginning of the apocalypse, when you and John were forced to keep moving to survive. So it’s not like you ever really mourned their death properly.

Now… Now it was like everything you repressed was coming up, every loss you ever had on your life, your parents, your friends, your one chance of love… You were sure Liam was the love of your life. Even after the end of the world, you were able to found him. It was an absolute miracle. No one would ever love you like that again, and you would never love someone that way again.

You questioned what was even the point anymore. But those dark thoughts were quickly pushed away whenever your older brother came in the room.

Yes, you hated him. You would never forgive him, never forget the absolute agony he created. However, if you tried to see the situation from his eyes, you could understand why he did it. You never told him Liam was a different Dormant from the rest. In his perspective, he only knew you went missing and that he found you with a Dormant behind you, while you were still responsive. Like he always did, your brother was trying to protect you.

The way he walked in your room every day, the way he raised the shaky fork to your mouth, so you would eat, the way he swallowed lumps in his throat. You could tell he was stressed, panicked even. He had never seen you like this.

You were everything he had too. Although he made friends in the city, you knew you were the one person he would protect above all else. And that’s why you couldn’t leave him. It would brake him if you did.

It was hard not to blame yourself also. Every night, these pesky questions and alternative scenarios came across your mind, tugging your shattered heart’s strings. Maybe if you told John about Liam, try to get across to him… Maybe, if you had taken him to the labs and insisted of staying with him, to make sure they wouldn’t kill him… Maybe if you had thought of another place to stay, even if you knew of no other safe place from zombies, if only you looked for one…

If anyone saw you those first weeks, they would think you were a Dormant yourself. Your skin was paler than usual, dark circles under your bloodshot eyes, gaze distant and lost. When you finally got out of your room, to go eat in the cafeteria at lunch like everyone else, nobody asked you what happened. They kind of kept their distance, like they usually would. You heard some whispers here and there, but you were too fragile still to care.

“Hey, Y/N” your brother called, sitting carefully next to you at the table, pushing a tray he fetched for you, filled with food, in your direction. It seemed fuller than usual and you saw his portion was a bit smaller. You sighed, realizing he had given you part of his food and hoped you wouldn’t notice. “Today is not raining, isn’t that great?”

It had been raining heavily the last few days and John knew you preferred sunny weather. It was usually better for reading. But now you didn’t care. You weren’t even sure if you would ever open a book again. Just the thought of it hurt.

You ignored him like always, but allowed him to eat beside you instead of trying to move away. A part of you knew you would have to talk to him eventually, maybe try to explain to him what happened and why you were reacting like this. Unfortunately, that seemed to take a lot longer than you were anticipating. It’s been over a month and you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It may end up taking years at this rate for you to address him again. Because the pain was not subsiding as the days went by. You were just slowly getting used to hurting instead.

Then, it was like the universe was mocking your pain.

During lunch one day, a huge commission was heard coming from the gates. People started whispering and talking among themselves about what could be happening, some already grabbing their guns and going outside. You kept yourself sited, not as interested as everyone seemed to be. Then, one of the guards of the gate came rushing in, a bewildered look on his face, a smile threatening to tug his lips.

“T-They found it” he said. There was a moment of confused silence as he looked around with wide eyes. “They found it! They found a CURE!”

Everyone started cheering, hugging each other and chuckling in the happiest of joys, a feeling of hope and union bonding everybody at such good news. But you… You were a weeping mess. Your face was hidden in between your hands and you were sobbing uncontrollably. Of course. Of course a cure was found now that the one person you wished to cure above all was no longer with you. Fate seemed incredibly cruel at that moment.

Your brother placed a hand on your shoulder and shook it slightly, pressing you to look at him. You stared through tears at John, noticing how he wasn’t happy and celebrating like everyone else. Instead, he was concerned with you. And you felt a bit guilty for that too.

“L-Liam… L-Liam!...”

Those were the first words you said to him since that day and were absolutely full of grief and aching pain. Pressing his lips together and tearing up himself, John pushed you against his chest and just held you as you cried, patting your head and rubbing your arm, trying to comfort you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry, baby sister” he murmured.

You continued to cry for the next several minutes, as everyone was still celebrating around you, optimism in their eyes, people thanking heavens and already making plans for the future that seemed brighter now.

“Wanna go to your room?” he asked, wiping away the persistent tears staining your cheeks. You just nod and he pulled you up, guiding you through the rejoicing crowd, in direction of your building.

In order to get to your room, you had to pass by the gates to the outside. A lot of people seemed to be agglomerating there, around a car you didn’t recognize. You didn’t think too much about it, you just wanted to hide in your room for the next few hours.

Some people were calling for John, probably his friends that wanted to celebrate with him. But he just ignored them and kept walking with you, an arm around your shoulder. They were, whoever, very persistent.

“John! Say, John! John!” some guy called.

“What?!” you brother finally barked back, looking at the guy with frustration.

“Someone is asking for your sister” he explained.

That made no sense. Your brother was basically the only person that would ever think about you in this city. Frowning, you looked up in the direction of the guy who called John. He pointed in the direction of the car and you followed his guidance, noticing some jumping people moving out of the way as someone made their way through the multitude.

Dirty sneakers, dark jeans and a green hoodie. A square jaw-line, full small pink lips, straight nose, big clear hazel eyes and dark brown hair with a side fringe. It was like the whole world stopped moving, like everything else was just a blur of colors and the sounds were distant, almost as if underwater. You heard your heart skip a beat for the first time since weeks ago, the soreness on your broken heart lift as hope tangled your chest in a breathtaking way. Weak knees were forced to move forward, into what you prayed, for all that was good, that was not some kind of hallucination on your part.

You would have run if you had the strengths to, but it wasn’t needed. He ran fast enough for the both of you as soon as his eyes set on you, a painful relief echoed on his expression. All your fears and hurt were gone the moment he crushed into you.

Enveloping you in the tightest, warmest, most loving hug you had ever had, you started sobbing again, but this time out of pure disbelief and happiness. His arms were wrapping around your shoulders, keeping you as close as possible as he hid his face in the junction between you shoulder and neck, taking a deep breath of your scent as he trembled slightly.

“L-Liam…!” you cried out, arms around his waist, holding him so tight with the fear he could disappear at any given moment. But as you felt the weight of his body against yours, the feeling of his skin and hair brushing you, the odor he emitted, you knew he was real. “I-I… I thought you w-were!” You couldn’t even talk properly, sobs interrupting you constantly.

“I know. I know.” He whispered against the side of your head, kissing your temple, making you shiver with the familiar gesture. “My Y/N… My sweet, brave Y/N.”

“Y/N” you heard your brother’s voice call. You looked back, not really letting go of Liam still, in order to see the cautious and confused expression on John’s face. “Whatever in the hell is going on here, you may want to go somewhere else to talk it out.”

Looking around, you realized that, although most people were too enveloped on celebrating the huge achievement, some had noticed you and Liam. And were starting to stare and whisper among themselves.

“Right. Come with me, Liam.” You grabbed his hand, soul swelling up as he entangled your fingers in his, and guided him in the direction of your room.

Trying to get by unnoticed, you opened the door to your room and entered first, trying to tidy up the place a bit since cleaning was the least of your concerns when you were in your depressed state.

“Sorry, it’s a bit messy, but-” Your train of thought was interrupted when the door slammed shut and suddenly Liam’s lips were upon yours.

Yelping a bit in surprise, you soon relaxed and offered absolutely no resistance, for you had given up on ever feeling like this again. His lips were moving avidly and hungrily against yours, a pleased hum vibrating in his throat. You responded in even measure, arms around his neck pulling him even closer as you parted your lips to deepen the kiss, wanting to feel him as close and humanly possible.

You moaned at the accustomed sensation of his warm tongue moving against yours, exploring your mouth all over again as if he had never kissed you before. He groaned back at your sounds, never lifting his lips from yours, hands gripping and squeezing the flesh of your back and sides, anywhere he could reach.

Not even realized you were moving, the back of your knees crashed against the mattress of your bed, making you both fall on top of it. Liam was not nearly satiated enough of touching your soft skin, mouth moving to leave warm wet kissed down the side of your neck and into your shoulder, his big hands moving down your curvaceous sides to lift the shirt you were wearing, so he could feel the warm skin of your back and belly.

He was on his knees, so that not all his weight was on top of you, but you were running your hands down and up the expanse of his back, pulling him ever so slowly closer. Liam stopped his kisses when his hands gripped the hem of your already pulled up shirt, lust-blown eyes staring into yours in a silent request. You nod your head and he pulled the shirt off you. In a moment of courage, probably due to your own longing and need to feel him close, you reached behind you and undid the hook of your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room.

Now that his eyes were clear, no longer glassy like before, you could see every slight movement of his ever growing smaller hazel iris, as he stared at you like you were the most amazing thing he had ever laid eyes upon.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Fuck, I can’t control myself when I’m with you.” As if to prove his raspy shaking words, he threw himself at you, hands kneading at your breasts and his mouth covered your nipple, flickering and sucking on it.

You whimpered and moaned as he continued to bury his head on your chest, playful hands grabbing your meaty flesh wherever he could grasp. You felt the most frustrating heat flaring up on your core, feeling yourself growing wetter at any slight movement of his. Searching for some kind of friction to alleviate your aching center, your hips moved up against his leg, your own thigh rubbing against the standing erection inside his pants, making him hiss.

“Oh, fuck… Y/N, if you do that-”

But he wasn’t able to finish his sentence, for your hips moved out of their own volition again and he released an animalistic lustful growl from the back of his throat as he lifted his head up, closing his eyes in the process. The sound sent shivers down your spine and went straight to your coiling womb.

“Liam…” The erotic way you called his name seemed to make him snap.

Pulling your tight pants off your chunky legs, followed by his own trousers and boxers, you licked your lips at the sight of his flushed, dark pink, throbbing shaft pressed stiff against his lower stomach. He hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties and slowly removed them as well, his gaze dirty with lust never leaving your gentle body.

Coming in between your knees, he marveled at the glistening slit waiting for him. You were biting you bottom lip in embarrassment, but your need was overtaking everything right now.

“Liam, please” you beg.

He shifts down to move against your lips again, in an eagerly kiss, you swallowing down his muffled moans when his member presses against your folds as he pressed his body to yours. He comes up to inhale shakily, forehead pressing against yours.

Eyes locked on each other, both with flushed faces, he slowly entered you until he was completely bottomed out. Words escape you as you open your mouth but no sound comes up, the immensely satisfying feeling of having him inside and stretching you where you wanted him the most leaving you at a loss for words.

“My Y/N… My perfect Y/N” he whispers against your ear when he starts moving. “So warm and tight and slick… Fuck!”

Although he made to start slow, the circumstances soon made him speed up. You were finally together again after weeks of heartbreaking separation, you thinking he was dead all this time, and now you had finally been reunited and he was on top of you, warming you, filling you up, his soft skin under your fingertips and a heart beating heavily on his chest.

Your hips were moving up to meet his halfway, an erratic rhythm being formed between you two. He was kissing and nibbling at the flesh of your neck, liking where he sucked too hard, hands gripping your love-handles to keep him steady. You were a moaning mess under him, arching your back to keep him close, grasping at his lower back and around his shoulder, the knot on your lower abdomen coming dangerously close to snap with each fast and deep shove of his pelvis against you.

The pressing sound of skin against skin, the way he was exhaling your name in shaky breaths, the feeling of his alive heartbeat under your hand and the throbbing of his member inside of you, hitting a sweet spot when he suddenly changed the angle of his thrusts just a tad, made you scream out his name as your body shook with the intense pleasure that radiated from your core, your walls clenching around him so tightly that his thrusts became sloppy and soon he was painting them white, his own body jolting at the strong pleasurable release.

He fell on top of you, both patting heavily with him hiding his face against your shoulder. After a few moments of recollecting, he pressed a sweet kiss to your neck and slipped out of you, landing on his side but a hand on your back pulling your chest close to him.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Y/N” he confessed in a lazy whisper.

You smiled content against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you focused on the thumps of his heart. A hand was roaming his bare side and back as you spoke.

“I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you” you countered back.

At that, he moved the hand that was on your plushy waist to your chubby cheek, forcing you to raise your head and look him in the eyes. They were serious and full of sentiment.

“I don’t think you understand, Y/N. You are the sole reason I’m even alive right now” he said.

You furrowed you eyebrows at that, pouting slightly as you raised your hand to brush against the recent scars on his shoulder blade.

“My brother almost shot you dead because of me, Liam” you recalled.

“I would have died in those cells or in a lab if you didn’t get me out” he rebutted, thumb brushing your skin. “Your brother was merciful enough to not shot me in the head once he got you away. Probably because he heard me call your name.”

“Really? He never told me that” you murmured, suddenly unsure of how to feel about your brother. After all, he had not killed Liam. But he probably thought he did. And nonetheless, he shot him even as you begged him not to. You would need to have a long and deep conversation with him soon.

“I was able to remember where I was from” he told you, kissing your forehead softly. “When your brother shot me, I remembered shooting zombies before. I was a scavenger back in my safe city. I and the rest of my team were running away from a herd of zombies to the other side of the bridge, where we had a car, when the bridge collapsed. I was the only one who didn’t make it and was bitten.”

You kissed his chest in a reassuring manner as he kept telling you his story. This was what you always hoped he could remember, back when he was still a Dormant. He knew so much about you, and you knew so little about him. You wanted to learn more about him too.

“I went back to the city when your brother went away. The wounds stopped bleeding after you were gone. Remember how I said my heart beat faster when you were around?” You nodded your head. “Apparently there was a reason for that. When I went back, the only reason they didn’t shoot me on sight was because I was speaking, calling out my teammates’ names. Immediately I was sent for the labs and they extracted blood samples from me. It seems I had developed some kind of antibodies strong enough to immobilize the virus, although not strong enough to eradicate it completely.”

You stared up at him in amazement, your mouth hanging open.

“You are the reason we have a cure?” You were astonished.

“Only because I met you first” he continued explaining, smiling at your expression. “The antibodies prevented the virus from spreading too much, but the only reason I was able to talk, to move, to feel like a normal human being was because of you. Because I fell in love with you, making the areas in my brain that the virus usually kept dormant come back to life. So, in a sense, if you want to be really tacky about it, our love was the cure.”

You both chuckled at that silly statement, even though it was very much true. He pressed a soft kiss against your smiling lips, pulling the blanket that was at your feet up, your bare skin growing slightly cold where it wasn’t pressed against his warm body.

“With a few modifications, the scientists were able to work their magic and came up with a cure. Although we still think it may be impossible to cure full-blown zombies, the Dormants can be cured. And if everyone gets vaccinated, the bites won’t be dangerous anymore. I was their first test subject for the cure.”

“Did… Did it take this long? Is that why you didn’t come here faster?” you asked, thinking of all the pain that could have been avoided if you only knew he was alive.

His arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, his chin resting on top of your head. He kept you like this so you couldn’t see the hurt look on his face as he spoke.

“I didn’t know if I would survive, Y/N. Not only getting to the city, but also the tests in the lab and testing for the cure… I was scared the whole time. Scared I might never see you again” he confessed, almost in a choke.

Feeling your eyes tear up again, you sniffled and pulled your head back, so you could take his beautiful face in between your tiny hands and look him straight in the eyes.

“It’s okay. Just promise me you will never leave me again” you asked of him.

“I promise” he complied without hesitation.

“The world will become a better place because of you, Liam” you tell him as your wrap your hands wound his neck. “In a few years, maybe even months, it may be safe to be outside of the walls of the city again. It’s quite a story, maybe we should write a book about it” you proposed, smiling warmly.

“Actually” he giggled, wrapping his own hands around your lower back. “I used to be a writer before the apocalypse, so that sounds fun.”

“Oh, is that why you liked me reading books?” you realized, wide eyes sparkling at the new information about the man in front of you.

“Yup. Also, I really liked the sound of your voice” he admitted. He then moved to suck and bite playfully at your neck, earning a gasp and yelp from you. “I still like it, especially when you make delicious sounds like those.”

You hit his shoulder lightly as you laughed.

“Liam! Stop it!” you admonish him.

“No. I suffered long enough with not being able to touch you, always wanting more and more. You need to make it up to me.” He then kissed soundly up your neck, to your jaw, until finally landing on your lips with a renewed longing. When he raised up only an inch above your parted mouth, was only to whisper a final word before resuming quenching his thirst for you. “Forever.”

THE END

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Dormant Heart (Part 3)

Summary: You have to get Liam out of the city if you want to save him. But you have no plan on how to achieve that. Nor do you know where to take him if you ever manage to get out.

Warnings: still none, but it will change on the next part! It’ll be a bit smutty in the beginning of the part 4, but, like always, I’ll leave warnings.

Word Count: 2197

Grabbing his hand firmly, you walked Liam out of the underground cages and into the safe city’s outskirts. Thankfully, not a lot of people ever came to this spots of the city, allowing you to walk cautiously with the Dormant boy without being detected.

You were making up a plan as you went, your mind being too preoccupied with getting him out of the cells at first to actually think of what to do after, how to get him to safety. You just knew he couldn’t stay here. Which meant you had to get him out. And the only way out was through the main gate, by a vehicle that only scavengers used. But you weren’t a scavenger.

Getting him in a dark alley, actually thankful for once that was getting dark outside, you crouched down with him and made him sit. Only then you noticed the worried look on his hazel eyes, shifting around tensely. His hand was squeezing your wrist with such might you wondered how it didn’t start hurting before.

“Liam” you called to him, gaining back his attention. “I need you to stay here for a while. I’m gonna prepare us a way to get out of here, okay?”

He seemed scared at your words and his hold on your hand grew even stronger. Wide eyes stared at you with concern.

“A while? Not long?” he asked, voice a mere whisper.

“No, not long, Liam. I’ll be back as soon as I can, promise” you tried to comfort him, even kissing his forehead warmly before untangling your hand from his.

He stayed sat in the shadows, invisible to the unknown eyes that could pass by. Your heart was hammering in your chest, both out of worry of anyone finding him in the open and of what you were about to do in order to save him.

Running to your building, you picked up the traveling bag you already had from earlier and shoved a few more clothes in it, as well as some books and all the food you had in your room. Which wasn’t a lot, since the food supplies were pretty short, but would last a few days. Rushing back out, you left the bag behind a car and made your way to the two guards at the gate.

“Hey, Lucas, right?” you addressed one of them. He scrunched up his nose when he saw you approach. Not the best reaction for what you were about to ask.

“What do you want?” he asks dryly, catching the other guard’s attention to your conversation.

You did your best to put your inconspicuous face and act remorseful in order to get some pity.

“I’m so sorry to ask this but… You know my brother, right? John?” the guard just nodded. You bit your lips and pouted them slightly as you talked, avoiding eye-contact to add the guilty feeling you were going for. “I… I lost something of his when he took me out the last few days and I really, really need to get it back. He’ll lose his head if he figures out I lost it.”

“Sounds like your problem” the guard was not having it.

“It was is gun” you lied, trying so hard to sound convincing. “He lent it to me for protection during the drive and I left it. It’s the only long-range weapon he has, please, please let me go get it. I won’t even take that long, I’ll be back at dawn.”

The guards looked at one another. Guns in good condition were not easy to find, it would be motive enough for your concern. Sighing, he grabbed a car key from his pocket and gave it to you.

“Take the jeep. It has enough gas to last a hundred miles or so and it’s heavily reinforced, just in case you run into a zombie on the way. Be quick.”

“I will. Thank you so much! Oh, and please don’t tell my brother any of this, okay?” You ask, in hopes to keep your disappearance under wraps for as long as possible.

The guards just shooed you off. You ran back to the alley to get Liam, who was very latent, staring at the walls until you got in his field of view. He then got up and immediately made to grab your hand. Pulling him with you, you picked up the bag you had prepared and opened the jeep you were taking, getting Liam inside the car as quick as possible and ordering him to duck as low as he could until you told him it was okay to sit up.

Listening to your requests very attentively, you were able to start the car and, thanking the guards one last time, got out through the city’s gates and into the dangerous outside world.

The ride was difficult, you hitting the gas to the max whenever you noticed something moving, hoping it wasn’t a zombie ready to jump the car or follow you where you were going. Thankfully, because the place was so deserted of civilization, zombies stopped being a problem half way. Except for the infected one on your driver’s seat, constantly staring at you or brushing his fingers on your hand and arm he could reach from his side.

Parking the jeep, you let out the biggest sigh of your life, hitting your forehead on the steering wheel. You had arrived to the same spot you had just been earlier in the day, surrounded by forest and next to the small waterfall.

“Y/N…” Liam’s voice called, making you turn your head and remember why you were doing this.

“We’re here, Liam. We’re safe, for now” you assure him, wanting nothing more than to wipe that concerned look from his face.

You got out of the car while grabbing the bag you had. Liam followed your movements and got out too, looking at the falling water absentminded. This is when all the lessons your brother gave you on survival came to play, as you gathered the materials you needed to make a fire. Grabbing Liam’s hand, you pulled him behind the waterfall, where you knew was a cave. It would have to do for you guys to sleep in.

Liam watched your every movement in the cave, from you starting a fire with the help of a lighter you had the good fortune of bringing, to you taking out a thick blanket where you could both lay down in, a thinner blanket to cover you. Also, you grabbed some fruit for you to eat, giving him some too, but he made no movement to eat it. He had already eaten today, and Dormants only needed to eat once a day.

You had moved to the blankets, taking one of the books you had from the bag and smiling up at Liam who was sitting against the rocks.

“Look. I brought the book we were reading” you told him, getting comfortable lying down on the thick blanket with your stomach down, the book in between your hands, the fire’s light allowing you to read.

You were surprised at the rise of the blanket on top of you, as Liam had moved and was now going to lay next to you. He was always so silent.

“Read aloud” he asked, laying on his side, facing you.

Much like you had done many times before, you read the story out loud for him to hear. But he had never been so close and you had definitely never felt his fingertips brushing the skin of your arms and shoulder while you were trying to read. Your voice wavered a few times, his hands distracting you from the open page. When he drooped a kiss to your shoulder, hand brushing your hip above your clothes, you gave up on the book all together.

Throwing it back into the bag, you turned on your side also and looked at Liam. His square jaw had a bit of tension, his lips pressed together into thin lines, skin not so pale anymore, probably due to the warmth of the fire behind you. Glassed over hazel eyes staring conflicted into yours.

“What is it, Liam?” you question, knowing he had something he wanted to ask you.

“What now, Y/N?” he voices his concerns, one hand under his head and the other raising up to cover your right cheek, thumb brushing the warm skin.

“I don’t know” you respond honestly, both hands below your head, eyes set on his. “If I didn’t take you out, they would come and get you to the labs. They would test on you and probably end up killing you. I couldn’t let them do that.”

“Why?” he whispers. You frown at that. He knew why. His thumb grazes the corners of your lips and you shiver a bit with the contact. His eyes move between your eyes and lips as he talks. “I… I am Dormant. Why save me?”

“You said it before, didn’t you? You’re not just a Dormant. You’re Liam. I had to save you, Liam.”

“Do you… Can you… love a Dormant?” he tensely asks, the movement of his hand on your cheek freezing as he awaits your response.

You press your lips together and feel your eyes watering before you could even try to stop it. A shaky breath escapes you as you inhale, before gathering your strengths to answer him.

“I just got out of the only safe place I knew ever since the apocalypse happened. I abandoned my brother, the only family I have left in this messed up world.” You look him straight in the eyes. “I already do, Liam.”

He closed his eyes and frowns as a soft growl escapes him. When he opens them again, he is launching at you, body pressed against yours and lips tenacious against your own. His hands had moved to your back and he was pressing your soft flesh against him as close as he could, moving against you with such force that you ended up on your back, him on top nibbling and sucking passionately on your lips.

You were a bit surprised, but respond avidly to his movements. Your hands are moving up his arms and to his shoulders and neck. You feel your face completely flushed, the warmth spreading rapidly down your body as he continued his kisses. When you unassumingly grab a bit of his hair at the nape of his neck, he emits an animalistic sound that travels straight to your core, leaving wanting nothing more than to hear it again. In response, he brushes his tongue on your lips, begging for entrance.

Unable to refuse him, you part your lips ever so slightly and he takes no time waiting to taste you again, tongue dancing with yours and grazing your teeth as he switches between kissing your inner mouth and your swollen lips.

You feel him tremble above you when you moan loudly against his mouth, and that’s when he slows down. Hungry passionate kissed turn to sweet short pecks on your abused lips, his iron grip on you loosening as his hands soothe the skin beneath them.

“Sorry… sorry…” he starts saying in between pecks, adding to your confusion.

“Sorry for what?” you ask, cringing at how rough your voice sounded after the heated make out session you just had. You were still breathless.

“Because of me… Because of me… My fault.” He tries to explain, suspended above you, a guilty expression on his face.

Understanding what he was trying to say, you take his face between your hands. You move the hairs of his side fringe away from his eyes, taking a few seconds to mesmerize at his beauty, the strong bone-structure, big eyes and voluptuous dark hair. His lips were glistening and still red from the heavy kissing. He looked so beautiful.

“Liam, this was my decision. It wasn’t and never will be your fault. And I would do it all over again” you assure him.

Bringing his face down to one last loving kiss, he settles down beside you, holding you in his arms as he buries his face in your hair. You press yourself even closer to him, one hand hanging on his hip and your forehead pressed against his chest.

“Y/N… My pretty Y/N… Love you” he whispers in the silence of the cave, just as you were about to fall asleep.

“I love you too” you say back, smiling and kissing his chest over his sweater, right where his heart should be. You marvel when you feel it beating beneath your lips. “I felt your heartbeat. I thought Dormant’s heartbeats were almost non-existing.”

“Beats more when next to you” he says, kissing your temple and patting your head.

You chuckle a bit as you pull the blanket closer, sighting happily against him.

“Not so much of a Dormant heart, then. It’s Liam’s heart.”

You feel him smile against the hairline of your head.

“No matter… Yours.”

And with those sweet words, you end up falling asleep, the stress and anxiety of the day finally catching up to you, leaving you in a deep slumber.

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Dormant Heart (Part 2)

Summary: You get closer to the strange Dormant as you try to figure out why he was different from the rest. Close enough to risk the somewhat peaceful life you had now in order to protect him.

Warnings: still a lot of fluff! May change in the next part, though.

Word Count: 4006

The next time you went to the underground cells, you took your sweet time before reaching the end of the hallway, where the last cell imprisoned the bizarre Dormant that spoke to you. You walked very slowly, trying to make the least amount of sound possible. Searching frantically inside the cell to see where he was, you found him sitting at a corner, looking at the wall.

You had tried to do some research, to find out more about Dormants and if they were able of speech and understanding. Everything pointed towards no, the virus being too strong and destructive. However, you were smart enough to know that the scientist didn’t have all the answers yet, that maybe there were some exceptions. Like the boy on the other side of the metal bars.

When you moved further into the room, his glassed hazel eyes moved to your plump figure and you watched in amazement as he got up from where he was, moving closer to the bars, a smile tugging his chapped lips. You had never heard of a Dormant smiling before.

“Y/N…” he sighed, hands curling around the metal bars.

You crossed your arms under your chest, tilting your head as you scrunched your eyes at him.

“For how long have you been able to talk?” you demanded to know.

It was his turn to tilt his head, confused look on his face, eyebrows coming together above the bridge of his nose. Really, if it wasn’t for the abnormal blueish pale skin and glazed eyes, he would look like a normal human.

“No… know” he confessed.

“Okay… Then, can you tell me your name?” you pressed, trying to gather more information from him and seeing how far you could push him. “I’ve told you mine, it’s only fair you tell me yours.”

His eyes seemed to move slightly to the side of your head instead of your eyes, as if he was trying to remember. When he focused back on you, it was a disappointed expression he had as he shook his head, eyes falling to your feet.

“You can’t remember?” your voice was softer now, subconsciously trying to soothe him. “You can remember my name but don’t know your own?”

Again, he shook his head. You felt bad for him, having lost something that was so intrinsically personal. People had lost a lot during these past couple of years, but your name was something no one could take away.

“It’s okay. Can you remember anything at all? Where you came from? Why you were at the bridge? Who you were?” You tried to entice any memory from him, but he just shook his head.

Exhaling deeply, you sat down in the middle of the room, facing the cell but with a good distance in between you two. The boy moved to sit too, leaning his face against the bars as he stared at you.

“You said you don’t talk with Ralph. Why not?” you questioned, crossing your ankles below your hands.

“Only Y/N” he answered.

“But why?” you persisted.

“Y/N pretty” he stated, as if it was obvious.

You chuckled dryly at that, rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

“Yeah, right. Either the virus messed with your eye-sight or you just don’t remember what the other girls look like.”

You saw him frown again, pouting his lips slightly at your words.

“Y/N pretty” he repeated himself.

“I’m way too tired for this” you murmured, laying down with your back to the floor, gazing at the ceiling. “I haven’t slept at all because of you. Trying to figure out why you are different” you told him. “I thought about telling the people in the labs, but…” you turned your head to look at his sitting form, conflicted feelings bubbling up “If I did, they would probably take you and do all sorts of experiments with you. And I know how that ended up for the other Dormants.”

Feeling the exhaustion take over you, your eyelids covered your eyes and you fell asleep. What could have been minutes or hours later, you woke up feeling cold. Sleeping on the floor was not the best when it came to warmth. You shivered and rolled to your side, lazily opening your eyes, feeling like you could sleep for a more couple of hours.

When your eyes focused, your foggy brain registered the sight before you. The man had laid in the floor of his cell too, facing you, an arm stretching beyond the cell bars in your direction, extending his fingers the most he could, half-closed glassy eyes staring longingly at you.

Although he was nowhere close to touching you, for you still had about two feet distance on him, the rational side of you knew you should get up and step back, urging him to recoil back to his cell. However, maybe because you were still sleepy, or maybe because you had a hard time recognizing the man in front of you was dangerous in any way, you found yourself raising your arm and, with as much carefulness as you could muster in this situation, brushing the tip of your index finger with the tip of his middle one.

He gasped loudly, closing his eyes momently only for him to open them wide after, hazel eyes burning into yours. He struggled to stretch his arm and fingers even closer, although he was at max level already.

“Y-Y/N…” he whispered roughly. “More.”

You came to your senses and pulled your arm back, earning a displeasured groan from him.

“No” you said firmly.

“Why? Y/N, more.” He was basically whining, pressing himself to the bars to get as close as he could. You should really be a bit afraid now, but you weren’t. You remained laying on your side, observing him.

“Because you can kill me.” You weren’t sure if you were responding to him or just reminding yourself of what was at stake here.

“Never” was his automatic response, stopping his fruitlessly movements to stare deeply into your eyes. “Never hurt Y/N.”

“You say that now, but if I got closer the virus would force you to attack me. It would be out of your control.”

“Never” he persisted, a determined expression. “I prove. I prove, Y/N. Touch.”

He turned his hand so his palm was facing up, in invitation. You cursed your hammering heart, finding it so tempting to just graze your fingers against his pale skin. But you stood your ground, knowing it would be close to suicidal to give in to his wishes. For all you knew, it could be the virus speaking, trying to get you within reach.

“I can’t trust a Dormant, I’m sorry��� you said, still feeling guilty.

A pained look came over his face and he pulled his arm back, still on his side facing you. You put your hands under your head, allowing yourself to take in the strange specimen in front of you. His eyes were jumping in between yours, a distracted look behind them.

“Liam” he suddenly said, much to your confusion.

“What?”

“My name… Liam” he explained to the best of his abilities. You sat up at that, parted lips looking in amazement at him. Following your lead, he sat back up again too, eyes never leaving yours. “No trust Dormant. Trust Liam.”

You smiled warmly at him, somehow feeling incredibly proud he remembered his name.

“Well, Liam, it’s very nice to meet you.”

For the next two months, you tried to pry into Liam’s memories, hoping for him to remember something else about himself and where he came from. Unfortunately, he was unable to recall anything more besides his name. He did, however, slowly recover his speech, still talking with a bit of difficulty but clearer.

You did, nevertheless, managed to figure out a few of his personal interests and likes and dislikes based on his reactions and requests. You learned that he liked books too, or at least he liked the stories. Whenever you opened your book to read, he asked for you to read out loud, so he could listen. He made a repulsed face at some of the food that was brought to him, mostly if it had carrots or peas. So, you started taking those out before giving him his tray. He listened to every word you said, no matter how boring your day was, he always listened like it was a new fairytale for him and remembered everything about it.

One day, you were putting on your booths, already on your cargo pants and white t-shirt with a camouflage jacket on top, protecting you from the cold weather, when your brother knocked on your door and entered with a big smile on his face.

“Y/N! Good news, I’m taking you with me on a trip” he announced, smugly.

“What?” You frowned, completely confused. “John, I’m starting my shift in the cells in fifteen minutes, I can’t-”

“No worries. You have been doing so well, I decided to spoil you and got someone to cover you for the next three days” he explained, coming to sit next to you on your bed. “We found this awesome spot not too far from here, no zombies nearby. You are going to love it, it’s like an oasis” he assured you, bumping into your shoulder.

You thoughts immediately turned to Liam, your heart clenching at the thought of leaving him for three days. But John was smiling at you with such pride, the way he used to before the apocalypse and you just couldn’t say no. It was like having your older brother back.

He made you pack a few clothes and took you under his arm to the truck he was driving. You were a bit disappointed when you saw that it wasn’t just you two, like you hoped. Two more guys and a girl were going too. But you tried to smile and enjoy yourself anyway.

It was, in fact, a beautiful space that they had found. It was next to a waterfall, surrounded by nature, where no zombies would go in search of humans. You declined your brother’s invite to swim with them, being too cold in your opinion and also feeling self-conscious of your body next to all of them, who were in perfect shape. Instead, you walked around the waterfall and eventually found a deep cave behind the water. You would have explored it if it wasn’t your last day there, meaning you had to get ready to go back to the city.

With their hairs still a bit wet from the dive, they were all surrounding the front of the truck as you placed your bags on the back.

“So, it failed. But we seem to be getting close” the girl said.

“If it dies, how is that getting close?” one of the boys asked.  

“Even if it was just for a few seconds, the virus did receded. The brain waves came back to almost normal levels and the heart started beating again. Just a few more tests and we may have a cure” the girl continued.

“Or you’ll end up killing all the Dormants and we’ll have to start experimenting on real people” the other guy said, skeptic.

That perked up your interest, your attention now focused solely on them as you pretended to go through your backpack.

“Don’t be so pessimistic. Anyway, we need a young subject for the next experiment, we think it may be able to withstand the intrusion of the solution better than an older Dormant. So we are probably using the one you guys found a few months ago” she said.

Your heart sank to your feet. She was referring to Liam. He was the youngest Dormant in the cells, one of the few left. They were going to start their experimentations on him. They would probably kill him.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of your brother’s voice, wide eyes staring at his concerned ones. Trying to mask your panic, you twitched a smile at him and did your best to maintain your voice calm.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just sad we have to leave so soon” you lied. All you wanted was to go back to the city as soon as possible. You had to go and see Liam.

“Don’t worry. I’ll bring you here as often as I can, deal?” he offered, ruffling the top of your head.

“Sure, deal” you agreed, getting inside the van, hoping everyone would follow your lead and get in too.

The trip back seemed longer than normal, your hands clenching and unclenching the fabric of your jacket, nerves making you slightly nauseous. When you entered the city, you almost jumped out of the moving truck and quickly got your stuff.

“What’s the rush, Y/N?” Your brother seemed frustrated at you.

“Hum… Toilet! I need to go real bad, sorry!” you lied again, breaking a bit of your heart that you were deceitful to your brother. But it was not like you could tell him the truth.

You went into your building, feeling John’s eyes follow you all the way, and opened your room just to leave your bags. You then went out the backdoor, running through the city until you made it to the underground cells. Knocking on the metal gate, Ralph opened it up for you.

“Hey, I still have another four hours on my shift” he informed you.

“That’s okay. Consider this a thank you for allowing me to have the last three days off” you persuaded him. He smiled and handed you the keys and gun, much to your relief. You could not wait another four hours to see Liam.

“They already ate for today. Well, all except for the new one on the last cell. That one as refused to eat for the last days” he told you, concern overtaking you again.

You bid him goodbye and, after closing the gate, basically bee-lined to the end of the hallway, going straight to Liam’s cell. Panting from the run, you watched his lying frame, pushed against the wall of his cell, facing away from you.

“L-Liam…” you called, softly.

His body tensed up at the sound of your voice. Carefully, slowly, he sat up. But he didn’t move to turn your way.

“Liam” you called again. You noticed the tray next to his cell’s door, the food all still on the plate. “You need to eat, Liam, I told you before-”

“Left” he interrupted, his voice lower than usual, breaking your heart just a bit further. “You left” he articulated better.

He finally turned your way, only for you to see the anger and hurt beyond his glasses eyes. Liam had never, ever, been mad at you. But he was now. And you couldn’t blame him. You felt selfish for going on the trip, leaving him behind when you knew you were the only person he talked to. In his eyes, you just stopped showing up for three whole days, the only human interaction he had. It was unrealistic of you to think you could just come back like nothing happened.

Taking a deep breath, knowing you needed to have his full trust in order to protect him from what was coming, you stepped closer to his cell. You needed to trust him too.

His eyes widened at your simple action. This was closer than you have ever been to his cell. He stood up and walked to the bars, watching silently as you stepped closer again.

“I need you to trust me on what I’m about to say, Liam. I’ll never leave you” you confessed, close enough that if he raised his arm he could touch you.

“Trust me?” he asked, you nodding in response.

Twitching cold fingers stretched up past the bars of his cell, nervously brushing against the skin of your hand. You trembled slightly at the contact, but didn’t miss the way he shuddered as well, breath hitching on his throat and eyes rolling back before he closed them, pressing his forehead against one of the metal bars.

“Y/N…” he breathed out, opening his eyes to your shy face. “More” he asked, hand making its way up your arm, tongue sticking out to lick his lips.

He was about to touch your cheek when you stepped back, resulting in a whine from him, frowning at the distance you increased.

“Eat, Liam. You need your strengths” you asked him, keeping your restless hands behind your back. Truth be told, you were a bit scared. Not of him killing you, for he would have done that already if that was the case. But of how much you liked the feeling of his digits on your skin.

“No. Want to touch more” he shared, stretching his arm towards you. Biting your lip, you tried to reach a consensus.

“If you eat first” you decided.

Grunting, Liam bent down and picked the bread on the tray, giving it a big bite as he looked back at you in defiance. You laughed at his childish behavior, sitting in front of him with your legs beneath you. Watching him devour the food as fast as he could, you almost told him to slow down. But time was not on your side, so you just made sure he didn’t choke.

“Done” he growled, cleaning his dirty lips with the sleeve of his red sweater.

He then stared at you, an expecting look behind his eyes, but his body tense as if prepared for disappointment. You got up then, reaching for your pocket with shaking hands.

There was no going back from this. If anyone found out what you were about to do, you would be doomed. They would probably throw you to the zombies themselves. You were risking everything you had left, all for a Dormant. One that could lose control at any moment and end up killing you or worse, turning you into one of the monsters.

But you looked up and there were hazel glazed eyes staring back into yours, a mixture of concern, confusion and yearning behind them. Liam was not a monster. At least not for now. And you wouldn’t allow them to treat him like one. You wouldn’t let them kill him, under the false pretenses of finding a cure.

With a lot more determination, you took the keys out of your pocket and entered the correct key in his cell’s door, opening it with a few clicks of the metal. You threw it wide open, waiting for him to get out. You frowned when he didn’t move, just stared frozen at you, wide eyes.

“Liam? C’mon, let’s go” you urged him. He still wouldn’t budge. Paranoid about how much time you had, for you didn’t know when they would come to fetch him to the labs, you went inside the cell and pulled on his hand.

That seemed to wake him up. Growling loudly, you were suddenly pulled into the wall by two strong hands on your wrists. For one split second, you thought you made a mistake. You thought he was about to smash your head and eat your brains. Instead, he held you against the wall and placed his forehead against yours, his heavy panting hitting your face with how close he was.

“Not… Not afraid?” he asked, his voice at least two octaves lower than usual. You swallowed dryly, unable to raise your eyes to meet his, focusing on the collarbones exposed underneath his sweater.

“N-No. Not afraid of you, Liam” you assured him. And it was true. You weren’t afraid of Liam, the one you’ve grown close to the last few months. You were afraid of the virus he had.

“Can… Can…” he seemed to be battling internally to speak. “Can I touch now? Touch Y/N?”

You looked up at that. He was so close, forehead still pressed to yours, that you saw details your bad eye-sight didn’t notice before. Like how long and dark his eyelashes were. Or how his hazel colored eyes grew darker at the edges of his iris. You licked your full lips and his gaze lowered to them.

Instead of responding, you took one of his hands in between yours, marveling at the way his body quaked and the shaky breaths that escaped him, blown dark eyes following your movements as you raised his cold hand and held it against your cheek, where he wanted to touch you just a few moments ago. Liam seemed completely awe-struck at the feeling of your skin under his hand. When you smiled up at him, your cheeks raising up beneath his fingers, he seemed to wake up again.

His other hand joined your other cheek and his thumbs stroke the skin beneath them. Before you could react, he had closed his eyes and was now kissing all over your face, small pecks on your sensitive skin with his chapped lips. While kissing your cheeks, the hand that was in the way moved slowly down, following the warmth of your skin down your neck, into your invisible collarbone and then content in moving against your clothed side, stopping at your plush hips. The other hand soon followed a similar path down your other side, his lips taking its place on your cheek, but instead of your hip, this hand moved to your lower back, pressing your chubby figure as closely as possible to Liam’s chest, catching you by surprise.

You gasped when he pulled you in, your hands grasping at his shoulders, unsure of what to do. A little voice told you that you should get moving, but that voice was quickly silenced by the moving lips against the sides of your mouth and a gratified moan escaped you.

“Y/N… Y/N…” he repeated absentminded as he pecked the sides of your mouth and your chin.

Having covered all the skin on your face with his lips, he was still not satiated. And neither were you. He had started a fire inside of you that demanded some kind of satisfaction. When he finally hovered his lips above yours, but still wouldn’t press them down, it was you who pulled him down by his neck and finally connected your lips to his.

Groaning against your mouth, he lost no time in moving avidly against your soft skin, pressing and nibbling at your sweet lips, his hands clinging on to your flesh as if he was afraid you would disappear if he didn’t. Tingles overtook you from the back of your neck to the end of your spine, and you were sure your skin had goosebumps on your arms and legs.

When you felt his tongue brush your bottom lip, you gasped at the unfamiliar sensation and he took advantage of that, his hunger as persistent as ever. He moved with a determined will of exploring every crevice inside your mouth, tongue dancing slowly with yours, provoking moans from deep your throat that he swallowed and reciprocated in even measure, if not more. Your body felt like it was burning from the inside, an insistent throbbing on your lower stomach getting stronger each second.

At one particular swirl of his tongue, you whimpered and lost strength in your legs, making him have to hold you up as you hid your heated face against his chest. You didn’t even notice he was doing the same against your shoulder.

“L-Liam…” you whispered when you were able to breath and form coherent thoughts again. “Liam, we have to go.”

You pulled slightly away, as much as his stone-strong hands would allow you to. He raised his head from the crook of your neck to look down at you, frowned eyebrows with confusion. You took a moment to observe how dilated the pupils of his glassed eyes were, and how much pinker his lips seemed after absorbing the warmth of yours.

“Go? Where?” he asked, voice still raspy.

“Somewhere safe. Somewhere away from here.”

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Dormant Heart (Part 4)

Summary: You and Liam get closer while staying at the cave behind the waterfall. But you are not as safe as you like to think you are. Next part will be the last!

Warnings: SMUT! At least half of this is smut, plot resuming more at the end of this part. Basically, is a lot of explicit body touching and oral (f. receiving). Also, a bit of swearing.

Word Count: 3172

You woke up the next day mostly due to the clarity in the cave. You had grown used to the sound of the waterfall, but the sun’s beams through the water were hitting you right in the eyes, as you were turned in the waterfall’s direction.

Liam seemed to still be asleep. With his eyes closed, one could barely tell he was infected. It was a comforting sight, waking up with his relaxed form next to you, arm around your waist keeping you close. Carefully, you extracted yourself from his grasp and searched for some clothes on your bag. You felt sweaty and sticky, like you needed a bath. Thankfully, the waterfall would be useful for that.

You tried to be very quick, both because Liam could wake up at any given minute and because the water was incredibly cold. You missed the hot water showers of the city already. Thinking about that made you sad, the thoughts of what you left behind still haunting you. You were using your old clothes to try and dry yourself as best as possible before putting on the new outfit you pulled out. You were just putting on your oversized woolen sweatshirt when you looked in the direction of the cave and were met with hazel eyes staring back.

Gasping, you pulled the sweater down your naked body, trying to cover yourself up as fast as possible, the most embarrassing blush taking over your cheeks.

“Liam! Don’t look!” you yelled at him, gathering the remains of your clothes against your chest as you stomped inside the cave, frowning at him. “If you’re awake, you go and take a shower. You haven’t changes out of those clothes since you were found. Get out and let me get dressed in piece” you asked, passing by his standing frame in the middle of the cave to set your clothes on top of the blankets.

“Shower?” his voice was still raspy and deep from sleep.

“Yes. Get under the waterfall and wash yourself. I won’t peek, like other people!” You threw him an angry look at that, but he just smirked.

“But Y/N so pretty” was his excuse. You felt as if you looked like a tomato.

“Just… Just go already!” you shooed him in the waterfall’s direction.

You turned your back to him and were about to start putting your panties and pants on, trying not to think too much about what he saw and what he said, when his voice grabbed your attention.

“Like this?” he asked.

Confused, you looked back at him and opened your mouth wide at the sight of him just standing under the waterfall, all clothes still on. Running, you quickly got next to him and pulled him out from the water.

“You’re supposed to take your clothes off, Liam!” you admonished, wondering why he was being so difficult this morning. When he made no move, you exhaled heavily and grabbed the hem of his read sweatshirt, throwing it over his head. “Geez, what don’t you understand about…”

You lost your train of thought at the sight of his bare chest. Although he was not a swollen type of guy, he had a lot more definition in his muscles than his clothes lead on. He had small scars on his abdomen that you wondered how and when he got them. Your fingers twitched slightly at the will to touch him, but you held back. You looked up at his dark eyes and noticed his small smirk, realizing something then.

“You did this on purpose didn’t you? You know very well you need to take your clothes off to shower” you accused. He just tilted his head, smirk still on his lips.

“Maybe” was his response. You huffed and made to leave, but he grabbed you by your plushy waist and pulled you close. “Sorry. But Y/N is so pretty and I’m so hungry” he whined.

“Oh, I have food on my b-” you were silenced by his lips on yours.

“Not good enough” he whispered.

And now you were pressed to his cold chest, water dripping from his wet hair and hitting different spots in your skin, making you shiver. He wasted no time, his lips moving hungrily against yours, the sudden and unexpected contact of his tongue brushing between your lips making you gasp slightly. Soon he was tasting your mouth, his wet muscle not only swirling in the most pleasurable of ways against your own, but sucking ever so slightly on it, the new sensation making you moan loudly and turning your legs to jelly.

Sensing your lack of strength to keep standing up, Liam slowly lowered you down, so your back was against the harsh rocks of the cave’s floor. He never once lost the connection between your mouths as he did so, hand on your back guiding your carefully and the other moving up and down your side, feeling every roll beneath the sweater you were using.

You raised your lips from his in the need to breathe, but Liam was not about to leave your skin. The kisses moved down your soft jaw line, into the neck where he gave special attention to a particular spot you had, just above your jugular. You should be feeling cold, but honestly your skin seemed to be burning, the blush that started on your cheeks spreading all over you like a wild fire.

Kisses growing needier, he started licking and grasping his teeth on your shoulder, you a panting mess under him. The thought that he could very easily bit you right now and infect you came across your mind for a moment, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop him even if you wanted to. Your mind was too far gone, too obstructed by the want and lust to even come up with the thought of pushing him away.

Hands traveling down your sides, down your plushy hip into your thick thighs, they found the hem of your sweater and, in a synchronized move, slowly pushed it up your body. He had raised his head then, watching as his hands revealed more and more of your naked skin. You had absolutely nothing under the woolen sweater, and your instincts were to try and cover yourself. However, Liam didn’t let you. Grabbing your wrists with one hand, his other kept disclosing your soft body, until the sweater was pulled up your chest.

Growling deeply at the sight, over-dilated eyes closing in a stroke of pleasure, he let go of your wrists only to bend down and press his lips to the skin in between your breasts, hands gripping and squeezing them. You moaned and arched your back, to which he whimpered against your flushed skin. Resting his full body on top of yours, that’s when you felt it against your thighs.

You had never questioned if Dormants, who had to eat and drink to survive, had other needs as well. They were always so passive, unmoving, that the question even seemed absurd. And still, there was no denying that this Dormant had other needs. The hard bulge rubbing against your upper legs being more than enough proof.

Tongue flicking one of your nipples before sucking gently on it, while his hand rubbed and twirled the other one with its fingers, the most embarrassing sounds were escaping you, your back arching and pressing even more against him. Your hands had found their places on his head, grasping his wet hair, and on his shoulder, carving your small nails on his pale skin.

“Y/N…” he moaned your name every few minutes, much to your pleasure. “So good, Y/N. More. More.”

With his hands remaining playing with your breasts a bit longer, his head slowed down to your pudgy stomach, that he proceeded to kiss and suck on, earning a few giggles from you as it tickled you. You felt him smile against you skin as he continued to do it, hands descending to grab the abundant flesh there.

When you felt his head go even lower, you tried to pull him up, though Liam didn’t allow you to. He grasped your hands on his own, in the sweetest of gestures, and continued to kiss down the side of your hip, tongue coming out to lick every once in a while, making you tremble underneath him. Reaching your thigs, his kisses moved slowly inwards, unconsciously making you part your legs so he could reach the skin he desired.

“Y/N… So pretty” he whispered against your inner thigh, contributing to the ever growing pooling on your center. You were chewing on your bottom lip, trying to stop the animalistic sounds that were threatening to come out of you. You were already embarrassed enough, unable to control the way your body was responding to his touches.

But then his mouth found your folds, tongue darting out to lick in between them all the way up, in a swift move, and you couldn’t contain the pleasurable scream that left you.

“So good. You taste so good, Y/N. And I’m so hungry” he declared, raising his glassy eyes to your hooded ones.

“L-Liam…” you exhaled shakily, the sight of his head in between your legs turning your brain numb.

He closed his eyes and dig in again, tongue flattening against your soft center, making your hips shake around him, deep and sinful moans fleeing you as you closed your eyes at the unbelievable feeling. His hands tried to hold your thighs against his head still, as he moved his head against you, lewd sounds echoing the cave’s walls.

A deep strong coil had formed on the pit of your stomach, and it was threatening to burst at any moment. When he found your clit, your moans reached a high pitched you didn’t know you could reach, your hands grabbing a handful of his hair. A groan escaped him, vibrating on your bundle of nerves and bringing you that much closer to the edge.

Tongue moving down to your soaking entrance, he swirled it around inside, gathering every bit of your juices he could. Nose rubbing against your bud, he pushed his tongue inside the deepest it could and shook his head hard against you, the harsh movement finally breaking the knot inside and your fluids gushing out for his mouth to catch and suck every single drop.

Legs shaking on either side of his head, back arched the more it could, moans silenced momentarily due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling, Liam kept tasting you through your high, only coming up when your muscles were completely relaxed, breathing still heavy but stabilizing.

Small kisses moving up your body, you opened your heavy eyelids to watch him smile in adoration at you, moving down to kiss your lips lovingly.

“My Y/N… Not hungry anymore” he said, brushing a few hair stands off your forehead.

“But… what about you?” you ask mumbling, your brain still a bit dazed but remembering the bulge pocking at you in his pants.

“I’m good” he says, standing up and reaching his hands to help you get up. It was then you noticed the stain on his trousers, making you blush and avoid your eyes. It was a weird fulfilled and ego-boosting feeling, knowing he got pleasure only from pleasuring you. “Now I really need shower. Be right back.”

He kissed your cheek when you were back up and moved to the other side of the waterfall, so he could clean himself. You decided to get the rest of your clothes on and search for something he could wear too, since his sweater and pants were now unusable until they were washed and dry. Thankfully, because of your bigger size, you were pretty sure your clothes would fit him.

For two more nights, you were able to stay in the cave and live peacefully. Your books kept you entertained, as well as Liam and his ever wandering fingers. It was just like in the cells, talking to each other and sharing stories, except now you were in each other’s arms instead at a constant safe distant. And no metal bars in between you.

For more than once, you voiced your preoccupations about staying there for long. Your brother and his friends knew about this location, and would eventually come back up in the summer to relax, for sure. That is, if they didn’t think to come here to find you. Although you weren’t sure anyone would really take the time to go out and search for you. Gone with a Dormant, people probably already assumed you had turned into a zombie.

That however, was a foolish thought you had. Not everyone would give up on looking for you. Not your older brother, who kept you safe this past two years, only to have you disappear on him suddenly.

You heard the motor of a car getting closer as you slept next to Liam. You woke him up and placed a finger against your lips, silencing him. With wide eyes and even wider ears, you listened to the sound of the vehicle and how fast it was approaching. Your heart was racing in your chest, your throat constricted, making you nauseous.

The car was very close and suddenly you heard its’ breaks and the engine going off. Then, the sound of a door opening and shutting close.

“Y/N!” You closed your eyes at the pang of hurt in your heart. It was John. “Y/N, where are you? I know you’re here, the jeep is here.”

You cursed yourself internally, for not having the foreshadowing of hiding the jeep from view. You grabbed Liam’s hand tighter, looking up to see his concerned glazed hazel eyes.

You heard your brother’s footsteps as he kept calling for you, tears starting to pool behind your eyes. As long as he didn’t find the cave behind the waterfall, you and Liam would stay safe, even if only for a little longer. But John was just as persistent as you, if not more. Once he saw the car you took here, he would not give up on finding you.

“What the…” you heard him whisper and your heart fell.

Hearing his footsteps against the damp rocks, you prepared yourself. Emerging from the left, you saw your brother John enter the cave, eyes doubling in size as he looked around and saw you, with Liam right behind. The gun he had in his hand was suddenly lifted, pointing straight at the Dormant.

“NO! John, stop, please!” you beg him, standing in front of Liam, shaking a bit.

“Get out of the way, Y/N. Get away before he bites you!” John ordered, an urgent but serious tone on his voice. You shook your head.

“He won’t bite me, John. Please, let me explain. He is not a normal Dormant” you try to inform him, but John is not listening.

Your older brother grips his gun tighter and a determined look on his face makes you panic. He is pointing at Liam’s head, and you’re not tall enough to cover for him. Before the gun shots, you turn back and pull Liam down, screaming bloody murder as you do so, hoping to all Gods that your brother’s usually incredible aim misses just this once, even if it means hitting you instead.

You feel Liam’s arms wrapping around you and a second shot is fired when he swirls you around, putting his large body in between you and the gun. He spins you with such strength and so unexpectedly that you didn’t catch your balance, so you end up being thrown out of his arms, back hitting a wall of the cave, head banging particularly hard against a rock.

That’s when everything went black.

You regained conscious feeling warm but sore, a hand pressing softly against your cheek in a loving way. You tried to open your eyes, but the light of the day was strong and you had to blink several times before you could recognize anything of your surroundings.

Once you did, you froze. You were back in your room, laying in your bed. Your brother was sitting on the bed next to you, hand patting your head until he saw you awake. Able to remember the last things that happened before you lost consciousness, you jumped in the bed and sat up, shaking hands grabbing the collar of your brother’s shirt.

“What happened? Where is he?!” you yelled at him, eyebrows almost coming together with how deeply furrowed they were, wide eyes jumping in between John’s dark ones.

“Settle down, Y/N. You’re safe again, don’t worry” he tried to calm you down, hands on your shoulders trying to push you down again. It didn’t work.

“Where is he?! Why am I here?! Why did you brought me here again?!!” You were shouting at full lungs now, tears already falling down your chubby cheeks, all your fears taking over you. You were sure you were having some kind of panic attack, your heart beating deafeningly against your ears, your throat closing in on itself, making it hard to breathe, your whole body shaking.

“For fucks sake, Y/N, stop it!” your brother yelled back, frustration taking over him as he pulled your hands from him. “I saved you, Y/N. Like I always did, I saved you from that Dormant! I shot him dead before he could bite you!”

Your whole world seemed to shatter at that last sentence. Suddenly you felt dizzy and as if about to throw up, but at the same time you could not move a single muscle in your numb body. Your heart stopped for a long minute, as well as your breathing. You had to call upon all your strength to be able to speak, even if it was only enough to come out as a whisper.

“W-What… What did you say?” You couldn’t believe him. You didn’t dare believe him. It would hurt too much.

“I shot him twice, Y/N, before he knocked you out. And I had to come up with a crazy story about how that Dormant abducted you in order to get you back inside the city. We even had to search for any bite marks on you, just to rest assure you weren’t infected!” He was clearly angry and that may have bothered you before. But not now.

“No. No. Please, no…” Rivers of tears were falling down your eyes, the sudden rip of your broken heart hurting so much you reverted back to a fetal position, as if trying to keep yourself whole. “No, no…”

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you have a lot of explaining to do when you get better. And don’t try anything stupid again, I’m watching you.” John was immensely uncomfortable with your crying, he never really knew how to act during emotional times. So, he just left, shutting and locking the door to your room.

And you just cried your heart out.

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Opinion Request

So, I'm not sure anyone will reply to this, but I wanted to know your opinion on a story I'm working on. It will be like a 3 or 5 part series on here and I was going to make it with an original character of my own. But would you prefer it to be a BTS fanfic? And if so what member? Or would you be okay with an oc? All opinions would be welcomed. Thanks in advance to anyone who sees this 💕

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