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mischievouslittlewriter · 1 year

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Ok so to start off I'm so so so sorry this has taken ages. I've had a really troublesome couple months. I hope you can all understand.

The piano and the guitar

Louis x Male reader (he/him)

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The light shone in little portions, inching through the crevices of the windowsill. If you stood right in the middle of the room, you might find yourself with small light patches dotting separate parts of your body.

Never that big, and never that close. But there.

A piano key sounded out through the silent halls of Ericson.

Despite the moderate population, most were outside, attempting to enjoy the sun that rarely graced them with it's presence, often hidden behind a cluster of clouds.

'You're getting there, trust me.' Louis spoke, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You'd been attempting to learn the piano, with depressing results. You weren't BAD at it, per se, just not "experienced".

You narrowed your eyes, shooting him a look.

'I'm hardly getting there. More like getting closer to throwing this thing out the bloody window.'

Louis plastered a fake look of alarm on his face, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

'Please don't, I need the piano.' He responded.

'I'm surprised they haven't chopped it into firewood yet.' You retorted, pressing another one of the keys.

'They tried.' He muttered.

'Oh, I'm sure that went down well.'

'I said if they got rid of the piano, I wouldn't help with hunting anymore.' He announced, proudly.

'.. You don't help anyway.' You pulled a face, raising your eyebrows.

Louis looked mock offended for a second, before looking thoughtful.

' 'spose you're right. Still, it worked, didn't it?'

'Considering we're using the piano right now, I'd assume it did.'

Louis rolled his eyes.

'Okay, enough of that. How about you grace me with the presence of your ever-so wonderful guitar, Sir Y/N?' You smirked. This was more like it.

'Gladly.' You stood, walking to the corner where your guitar spent it's days.It was slightly dusty, not that that could be helped, you supposed.

You rested it on your thighs, leaning against one of the tables. Louis was still seated, though his body was turned to face you.

You hadn't played in a while. But would you let that stop you? Hell no.

And so you played.

Maybe the world outside was a mess, maybe the majority of the population were dead. But at the moment, it didn't seem like it mattered.

Because, in your world, there was just the two of you.

#twdg s4 #twdg louis #Twdg s4 x reader #Twdg male reader #Emficstwdg4 #I'm so sorry this took so long #Anon #Fluff #Atleast I tried #twdg s1 #twdg s2 #twdg s3 #the walking dead game #twdg x reader #twdg #Not proof read

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hoodedboy79 · 3 years

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Clementine x Male reader

"Please don't kick us out" AJ's pleading voice said as all the kids stared at us with disgusted looks,hatred shone clear in their eyes all but one that one being (Y/N) who just held a emotionless look.

"(Y/N) please don't let them!" AJ shouted towards the (Tall/Short) male but before a word could escape (Y/N)'s mouth Mitch interrupted

"It's not up to him!" AJ turned to me, defeated.

"C'mon goofball" I said walking towards the dorms with an angry AJ after me.

I stared at the cracked wall in front of me as a continues thump echoed through the room, it was really getting on my nerves.

"AJ stop! You'll break your toe or something." I said annoyed but I couldn't blame him and I can't blame (Y/N) either for any of this he tried to help us fit in but I think he gave up once a bullet went through Marlon's skull.

"I did what you said and they didn't even care!" AJ rambled on not wasting a second to breathe.

"AJ breathe!" I hate when he gets like this.

"What do we do when were mad?" I asked making him stop and finally breathe.

"We stop and- uh we think-" He groaned out of frustration "I'm still really really mad!" I let him continue "I know I'm not suppose to get mad or sad-" He stopped and started to take deep breaths to calm down.

"I know your mad. I am to but getting upset won't help"

"Clem,I think I'm sad to" AJ said looking up at me with a sad look I just held out my arms and smiled slightly. AJ ran into my arms,hugging me. A knock on the door interrupted the now peaceful silence me and AJ pulled apart from each other and stood up as Violet,Louis and (Y/N) walked into the room.

"We took the vote,you have to leave" Violet said a guilty look on her face.

"OK fine whatever helps you sleep at night I guess" I said

"I'll sleep better knowing AJ isn't here" Louis said pointing at AJ which made me shoot a glare at him and made my temper shorten.

"You know this is bullshit and your not gonna fight it!?" Violet piped up.

"What's the point you already decided"

"Yeah we did" Louis said looking towards Violet. I glanced towards (Y/N) who just stood there with his (Weapon of choice) in hand

"We'll lead you outside the safe zone it's not much but at least you'll be safe on the way" Violet said starting to head out of the door.

"Thanks" that's all I could say to her without snapping.

"No! Don't thank them" AJ shouted running in front of me I went to try and calm him down but someone beat me to it. (Y/N) placed his hand on AJ's shoulder and started to whisper something to him then went back to where he was standing.

"Does AJ still have his gun?" Louis asked AJ nodded slowly. Louis walked over to AJ and held his hand out.

"Hand it over" AJ looked at me for a answer.

"No AJ, it's yours" I said. AJ held his gun to his chest.

"Fine let him keep the murder weapon" Louis said crossing his arms in till he was harshly pushed forward by (Y/N) who's normally calm demeanor had seemed to have shattered. I've never seen this side of (Y/N) before.

"What the fuck dude!" Louis shouted looking over at the (Nationality) male who's only response was 'tch' while rolling his eyes. Louis went to argue back but Violet stepped in before this got out of hand.

"Stop it both of you and c'mon" she said walking out the door, me and AJ following behind her.

(TIME SKIP)

We all started walking along the dirt road I could feel AJ's anger radiating off of him as I walked next to him I also noticed he kept glancing back at (Y/N) who just gave him a sad smile.

"It's not that bad I mean you've done this before" Louis just had to open his mouth didn't he.

"You have no idea what it's like out there" I shot back which made him shut up and look down at his feet.

We soon came to the end of the 'safe zone' the place where mine and AJ's journey will start again. Violet looked at me with a defeated look

"Sorry this had to happen" Violet said breaking eye contact.

"It's fine,wasn't your fault" I said crossing my arms. Louis and Violet started to walk away but (Y/N) just stood there. Violet turned around slightly.

"Just stay safe out there" she said and carried on walking going off into the distance, Louis trailing behind her.

"Shouldn't you go with them? You're going to lose them" I said turning to (Y/N) who was getting hugged by AJ. He just grabbed my hand and held it close to him.

"I said I wouldn't leave you again, Clementine."

#clementine #twdg violet #twd fanfiction #twd game #twdg clementine #twdg season 4 #x male reader #twdg aj #twdg louis #the walking dead

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angelsunflowers-fanfics · 4 years

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Louis x Male!reader (Flu cuddles)

PLOT: How about some Louis and a male reader cuddling after the reader recovers from the flu? 3rd/2nd pov, please.

FANDOM: TWDG season 4

POV: 3rd

PRONOUNS: Male (He/Him)

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(y/n) stared up with bleary eyes as a cold rag was set neatly on his forehead. Ruby, the group’s medic, checked all the symptoms. It was confirmed.

The fever, constant sweating, but feeling cold, muscle aches, too sick to eat anything,

(y/n) had the flu. If he had kept in a room away from everyone else, the group shouldn’t get sick.

“Ruby… Where’s Loulou?”

The medic smiled softly at her patient, taking care of someone with just an illness almost felt normal. It reminded her of her siblings, she liked taking care of them before all of this happened.

“He’s outside. He’s really worried about you,” She replied.

(y/n) smiled lightly before falling asleep against the cold pillows and blankets, his hair sticking out everywhere from the sweat running down his neck.

Ruby heaved a light sigh before opening the door to get Louis, who was currently pacing the hallway in front of the room madly. He had never seen anybody at Ericson get sick like this. The others thought it was a walker bite. Luckily, it wasn't. Louis bit his fingernails nervously, stopping only when Ruby grabbed his attention.

“How is he? Is he gonna be okay? Can you fix him?”

Ruby held up her hands to calm him down. Louis was too frazzled for her to answer any questions. He needed to be calmer if he wanted to see his boyfriend.

“(y/n)’s fine, it’s just the flu.”

Louis gave Ruby a puzzled look, he had no idea what that was. He was always really healthy as a child, so he didn’t know much about medicine or illnesses. Ruby placed a hand on her hip and gestured for the taller boy to step inside (y/n)’s dark dorm.

“He’s really weak and tired, and he’ll be like that for at least a week or two.”

Louis stared at Ruby, not knowing what to do or say. Louis turned to his very sick boyfriend and asked in shock, “Two weeks?”

He slowly sat beside the bed, placing a hand on the side of (y/n)’s face, frowning when it heated up his hand in an instant.

Ruby only shrugged in response to Louis’ question and quickly let herself out. (y/n)’s eyes slowly opened to see Louis hovering over him worriedly. He smiled up at his worried boyfriend obliviously.

“LouLou, you’re watching over me. That’s so sweet…” (y/n) said, deliriously.

Louis rested his hand over (y/n)’s forehead, feeling how hot it still was. Louis took the liberty of dunking the hot towel on (y/n)’s forehead into the cold bowl of water next to the bed. Louis narrowed his eyes lightly in concern, he had never seen (y/n) like this; all weak and disoriented. (y/n) was usually the one to save him from everything. That was a different change in pace. Louis wrung out the excess water from the small towel before neatly placed it on (y/n)’s forehead.

“Louis! Get out here! We need you to go hunting!”

The pianist grumbled at Aasim interrupting the little time he had to spend with his sick boyfriend.

“Dammit. I’ll come see you later, promise,” Louis promised his boyfriend.

Louis quickly grabbed one of his weak and frail hands to give it a reassuring squeeze before he calmly walked out of the room and to Aasim to go hunting for food once again.

But first, he was going to tell Aasim off for disrupting his time with (y/n).

A week passed and every day, Louis would go hunting in the morning to mid-afternoon and immediately go to (y/n)’s dorm to continue nursing him back to health. Marlon had been getting onto Louis about (y/n) not working in the past week. Louis himself knew how much they needed food and supplies, and they needed manpower to get that food and supplies but (y/n) could barely stand up without falling over or passing out. He was definitely not ready to go out and hunt again.

“Marlon, dude. Please just listen to me.” Louis blocked the door to (y/n)’s dorm with his body, so Marlon couldn’t get in without physically moving Louis himself. “(y/n)’s too sick to even stand up let alone help us with hunting! That’s why I’ve been covering his shifts, why I’ve been working harder.”

Marlon crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes rolled at Louis’ statement of (y/n)’s physical state of being. He stared at the doors before quickly moving Louis out of the way and barging his way in.

(y/n) slowly shifted awake to see the leader of the school, Marlon. “Oh, hey Marlon… How’s Rose-ie….” Marlon stared wide-eyed at the usually badass male in the bed, his words are slurred, and he was a mess, disorientated. Even after a week, he didn’t seem to be too much better. “What’s with all the noise? Is it hunting time? I can go… I volunteer as tribute!”

Marlon glanced back at Louis, silently apologizing. He didn’t know that (y/n) was in this rough of shape. Louis stepped forward and lightly push (y/n) back into the bed the second he tried to stand up.

“No, you’re not. You can barely stand up, let alone carry a weapon and hunt. You’re still too weak to move around,” Marlon said.

(y/n) slowly stood to his feet, using Louis for support. The sick boy gave his caring boyfriend a weak smile, an achy feeling soaring through him along with a headache.

“I’m okay. Ruby says I should be better in a few days.”

Marlon stared at the couple for a moment before starting for the door. “I’ll check to see if you’re up to hunting or fishing in a few days. Try to heal up in the meantime.”

(y/n) practically fell against Louis as soon as Marlon left the room. He wanted to look tough for his leader but at the moment, he obviously wasn’t.

“Whoa, lay back down. C’mon.” Louis slowly guided the sicker of the two back to his bed, covering him in multiple layers of blankets. (y/n) was looking better compared to a week ago, but not enough as to where he could help around the school again. “Sorry about him, he just worried about the school, you know that.”

Louis stood back up to his full height after being sure that his boyfriend was all nice and cozy under the blankets, he turned to walk out of the room, wanting to ask Ruby how much longer until (y/n) got better but (y/n) grabbed his wrist to stop him from taking another step.

“Wait, Lou… Cuddle with me?”

Louis squirmed as the blood rushes to his ears and face, he hadn’t really had the time to be so intimate with (y/n) in the past month, it had been a while since they had even slept in the same bed together.

Louis groaned lightly before slipping off his shoes and jacket and climbing into bed, here was hoping he didn’t get sick.

“You really think you’ll be able to walk in a few days? Ruby said you wouldn’t be better for another week,” Louis asked.

(y/n) lightly shrugged, tucking his head into the crook of Louis’ neck, basking in the warmth it brought. Louis slowly brought his arms to circle around (y/n)’s waist, wanting the session of cuddling to last longer.

“I’m hoping. I do feel better compared to last week. But I still can’t stand up without almost passing out.” Louis’ grip tightened lightly, wanting his cuddles alone to heal (y/n) back to full health.

“I don’t want to risk getting sick by kissing you. It’s been so long. Hopefully, you won’t get sick like this for a while.”

Louis shut his eyes for a moment, loving the feeling of (y/n) curled up to him, but worried that he’d get sick as well.

It wasn’t contagious, right?

#Louis #Twdg louis #Louis x reader #twdg louis x reader #TWDG #twdg x reader #telltale #telltale x reader #the walking dead game #the walking dead game x reader

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maybemitch · 5 years

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TELL ME THE TRUTH || PART TWO

Description: Everyone experiences three different types of love, no matter the world status.

Warning: set before the events of episode 1-3

Word Count: 1,387 out of 4,152

PART ONE

Fem!Reader x Mitch TWDG

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PRESENT TIME, AT ERICSON;

Our third love is said to be the love we don't see coming.

Y/N shoved to door open from the admin building. A loud bang ricocheted around the courtyard, causing everyone to halt and bring their attention to the angry girl.

Most of the teenagers in the area didn’t really care. They knew she was always ‘hot-headed’, especially when she had just finished a conversation with either Marlon or Brody; those two just knew how to push her buttons.

While, most teenagers turned away, only a few of them kept a check on her - Louis and Mitch, mainly. Both of the boys gave each other a knowing nod before the dreadlocked boy came running up to her side.

He wrapped his arm around her wrist, tugging her around so she could face him. Y/N frowned whereas Louis smiled, his teeth on show, goofily. He slowly released her wrist, allowing her to have her arms down by her sides.

“What’s Marlon done this time?” Louis joked as he crossed his arms, trench coat pulling slightly, “You came out of that building, ready to murder someone.”

Rolling her eyes, she replied, “I know he’s your best friend and all but he’s such a prick. He doesn’t take into consideration other people right now!”

Louis was taken back by her sudden outburst, taking a small step back, creating a little gap. The male held his hands up in defence for him, as well as his best friend, “You should cut him some slack. He’s been working hard these past few days. Keeping us safe and all”

Scoffing she turned around on her heels, “Doesn’t give him the right to be a dick all the time, Lou,” she paused, her throat clenching, as if she wanted to cry, “I’ll see you around”.

“Yeah,” the male frowned, watching as his friend walked away in the directions of the dorms, “See you around, Y/N”

Y/N didn’t bother stopping again when some called her. She didn’t want to look at anyone, she felt as if she was going to hurt someone but in an accidental way. Her cold hands grasped the door for the dormitories, pushing it open before being welcomed with the familiar vile smell; the smell which was technically her home.

She walked down the corridor to number 209; her dorm room which she now had on her own. She pushed open the door, stepping inside before slamming the door shut behind her.

She sighed, eyes darting everywhere in the room. Everywhere she looked had memories. Some sad yet some happy. They were the only things which were keeping her around if she got to be honest.

She walked over to the only bunk bed which had a mattress on it and sat down. Kicking off her shoes and frowned. Her sneakers use to be a red and white colour, but she obviously grew out of them, therefore she was given a new pair of sneakers, which were once all white.

She shook her head side to side before moving further onto the bed. She rocked back and forth, her thoughts overpowering her mind until a soft tapping occurred on her bedroom door.

“Come in,” she mumbled, half expecting a Violet to appear in her door way and not a worried Mitch. She sighed, waving her hand for her boy to come in, “Shut the door on your way in.”

Mitch followed her instructions, the click of door echoed around the room. The boy wearing the blue jacket moved further into the room, pressing his back against the metal bed frame adjacent to the other bunks. He smiled, his teeth on show for a split second.

Mitch scratched the back of his head, “How you doing?”

Y/N looked up and to the boy opposite her, “Other than wanting to kill either Marlon or Brody? Peachy.”

Mitch scoffed, “Never in my life have i heard more bullshit than what you’ve just said!”

“Seriously, Mitch. I’m fine. One hundred percent fine.” Y/N tried to reason with the other teen, but he wasn’t having it as he pushed himself of the bed posts and made his way over to the other girl and took her smile hands in his.

“I know when you’re lying,” Mitch whispered. His thumb rubbing the back of her hand, “I always know when your lying. So tell me. Tell me the truth”

Y/N laughed slightly, “That sounds creepy,” she paused as she listened to Mitch laugh also. “I swear it’s nothing”

Raising his eyebrow, Mitch replied, “Swear on my life?”

“I hate you,” Y/N mumbled as she pressed her lips together. She looked into his eyes, his eyes creased slightly when he smiled at her; his smile always made her feel safe and happy. She looked away from him for a moment before returning her gaze to him, “I miss him. Sam. I miss Sam”

“You have every right to miss him. After all you did love him,” Mitch informed the five as if she had forgotten. It still hurt to say she was in love with someone else.

“You don’t understand,” She replies quickly. Feeling a warmth in her hand, she looked at it briefly. Mitch was till holding it. “I hated myself for days. Weeks even. After his death. It was like most people didn’t care and i felt so guilty.”

“But you shouldn’t fe-“ Mitch was cut off

“No. I do feel guilty. Because while i miss him. I feel as if i’ve hurt him in several ways,” she licked her lips, shaking her head at the boy besides her, “I feel like i didn’t grieve the way he would have wanted my too, he would have wanted me to still be grieving now, so many years after his death,” tears began to stream her face and all Mitch could do was watch, “I feel like i was the one that got him killed. I persuaded him to go outside the walls. Even when he didn’t want too,” Mitch ran his thumb on the back of her hand again, “Did i kill him?”

Mitch blinked, shaking his head whist pulling her hands closer to him, which resulted in her moving physically, “No. No you didn’t. You never. Never got him killed. Don’t you dare think that about yourself. It was an accident. It could have happened to Louis or Aasim or even me. Sam was just unlucky”

Mitch saw her flinch at the words but continued, “Y/N, please tell me you haven’t been dealing with these thoughts for ages,” Mitch asked which caused the crying girl to nod her head, “Why didn’t you come to me? I’m always here for you”

“Because i didn’t want to feel like a burden! Alright!” Y/N shouted, pulling herself away from the boy and into a stand.

Mitch once again blinked his eyes, stunned. His jaw dropped, his mind processing the words she admitted to him. He placed his hand on the bed, pushing himself up, standing in front of the girl, towering only slightly over her.

The moment he was towering her. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, snuggling close to his chest just like the day she found out Sam had been bitten. Mitch buried his head in her neck, just like he did that day.

The pair stood like that for ages. Mitch didn’t mind if his back would hurt slightly. Y/N didn’t care if she looked like a mess the moment they pulled away from the hug, all they either of them cared about at the moment was each other.

Mitch breathed in, “Tell me the truth. What do you feel?”

Y/N held tighter onto his jacket the moment she felt him pull away. Mitch obviously stopped pulling away and returned to hugging her.

She just whispered her reply, “I don’t just feel it. I know it.”

“Know what?” Mitch inquired.

“That i care about you. And i wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you weren’t here with me. I care about you too much” Y/N admitted as she pulled away so she could look up at Mitch.

The male just smiled, placing a small kiss on her temple, “I care about you too much also.”

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If you haven’t read part one then you can read it here (link is also above)

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