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pandorascripts · 10 months

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As The World Ends - (A Taylor Swift/Reader AU)

It's been eight years since the world went into darkness and chaos. Everyday flesh-eating monsters take more land and lives— the government long discarded and abandoned. Soulmates have been set to the bottom of people's concerns, most more dedicated to living to see the sun again. Taylor's a leader, she keeps her group to herself and refuses to help unknown strangers. That is until ex-militia leader—also her soulmate— Y/N Y/LN enters her life. With Taylor leaving her well-off group in hopes of a cure, she quickly becomes enraptured in hard and difficult messes with Y/N. Somewhere along the way, Taylor starts to doubt her instincts and trust her soul mark's desires.

Or, the last of us soulmate AU no one asked for but will get.

Note: CONTENT WARNINGS will NOT be stated in any chapters, they’re in the STORY’S DESCRIPTION. I'm not sure when this will be updated, and with school starting up soon it will not be as frequent as I want it to be. I will NOT abandon this story though.

CW: GRAPHIC descriptions of VIOLENCE (GUNS, ABUSE, non-cannon-typical FIGHTS), HEAVY GORE (MUTILATION, blood, vomit, CANNIBALISM), descriptions of NUDITY and sexual INTERCOURSE, HEAVY ANGST).

slow burn fic.

!!I INTEND TO MAKE THIS AS DARK AS POSSIBLE, AND SURPASS THE GORE SHOWN IN THE GAMES/TV SHOW!!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON THE LAST OF US UNIVERSE. ALL CREDITS GO TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS OF TLOU.

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PROOF READ ONCE! (Will be revising when story is complete). Posted on my ao3 (laceyromanoff) and my wattpad (bethHARMONSwife).

1550 words.

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It was quiet today— something that should never be said in the city of New York, but Taylor decided that, that's the only thing to describe it. The only noises she could her was her pencil scratching along the paper, and the light strum of her guitar a moment later.

She had been working on a new album, hoping to have it out within the next year or so. Taylor was excited, as she always was when she began to write— but she couldn't help that odd feeling that something was amiss.

To put her mind at ease, Taylor got up, softly setting her guitar strap on her shoulder, and walked to the window. She opened the blinds with her fingers, curious as to why the city that never sleeps, was sleeping. Taylor frowned, a bald man was running down the street, jumping straight onto a woman.

He didn't apologize— or even get up for that matter. Taylor opened her blinds a little more, trying to see what was happening.

"GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS!"

Taylor jumped back, her moms voice booming across the room. "W-What?!"

"C'mon we gotta go, Andrea," Scott said, impatiently tapping his foot behind the aforementioned.

Taylor frowned, she'd invited her immediate family up to her penthouse in New York, wanting them to her what she had for her album so far. It had only been a day since they'd been up here, surely they couldn't have to go already. Not to mention, her brother had his own car and her parents were divorced— if Scott had to leave, there's no reason Andrea couldn't stay. Her parents seemed off, impatiently shifting every few seconds, hushed voices snapping back and forth at each other.

"Taylor, I need you to pack a small bag— only the essentials. And be quick."

With that, her father left the room, a confused Taylor blankly looking at her mother.

"Mom? What's going on?"

Andrea frowned— her daughter was twenty-five, no reason to lie to an adult, even if the adult was her kid. As much as Andrea wanted to sugarcoat it from Taylor— protect her from what was going on— she knew the only way to truly protect her, was to let Taylor ready herself. "There's a rapid-spreading disease going on, it's... it's turning people into cannibals."

Taylor chuckled. surely some prank her parents were playing. "What?"

"Taylor! Pack your damn bags!" Andrea snapped, pointing to her closet.

Taylor stuttered upwards, awkwardly shuffling along her floor and grabbing a bag, mindlessly tossing in some clothes. In a few short minutes Taylor managed to grab some basics from her room, slinging it over one shoulder, the other shoulder carrying her guitar in it's separate bag.

"No guitar— too much noise," Scott directed, shaking his head stiffly.

"I don't go anywhere without my guitar—"

"Today you do," Andrea cut in, a stone-cold gaze Taylor was unfamiliar with, resting on her usually-soft face.

Taylor frowned, hesitating. "Weapon. I'll cut the strings now."

"Hurry." Scott shifted on his feet again, directed the family into the living room of Taylor's house. He walked to the blinds every few seconds, checking the window.

Taylor shrugged the guitar out of its case, grabbing some plyers nearby and snipping them. With every snap came a loud, sharp twang. Scott's eyes widened, his hand rushing out to Taylor before she could snap a third string.

"Wait," he whispered, lightly stepping in the direction of the door.

Taylor and Andrea waited with bated breaths, hoping it was nothing. Before Scott could check the peephole, a loud snarl erupted from the other side of the door, a harsh thud shaking it after.

Taylor's jaw dropped, the severity of the situation crashing down on her.

"Quick!" Scott whisper-shouted, hastily pointing to the couch.

Taylor and Andrea nodded, all three of them starting to lift the couch and silently set it against the door. With how the walls were only a couple feet away from each other, Scott managed to set the couch diagonally against the walls, acting as a barricade.

"What if they crawl?" Taylor asked, another harsh screech and bang, rattling the door. The couch stayed upright.

Scott ignored her question, silently leading the trio through Taylor's apartment, and into her at-home sound booth.

"Snip the cords. Now."

Taylor nodded, making fast work of the cords. In thirty seconds the remaining three cords were off and curled against her guitar.

"There's a fire escape we can take. It'll lead us to the parking lot where my car is."

Scott nodded, allowing Taylor to lead them temporarily. Wordlessly, and quietly, the group's steps got closer to the parking lot. Up until then they hadn't ran into any of the infected beings, and Taylor was still in slight disbelief.

Taylor pointed to her car, handing the keys to Scott. They nervously looked around— Taylor's guitar resting in her hand, Andrea's baseball in hers, and Scott's sharpened flute in his other grip. Scott gave a nod, unlocking the car. It chirped loudly, the group awkwardly standing around for a moment.

Taylor gulped, starting to head to the car.

"SHIT!" Scott yelled. "GET IN THE CAR! NOW!"

Taylor didn't have to see the infected to hear them. Loud snarls and roars filled the parking lot, Taylor sliding into the passenger as Scott got into the drivers. Even with the doors muffling her surroundings, she could hear the hard footsteps and groans. Andrea managed to get into the backseat, slamming her door shut right before a zombie smacked into the window. Taylor looked at the small crack in horror, anxiously patting her father's shoulder.

"GO!" she yelled.

Scott turned the key in the engine, hearing it roar to life before he peeled out of there, infected slamming into the hood of the car one after another like dominoes. Taylor saw theirfaces in slo-mo, recognizing some of them as people she once knew. Her doorman scratched at the glass, bones shattering a moment later as he sunk to the ground. Next was her neighbor, the one who always partied until three am no matter how many noise complaints people filed. Taylor choked back a sob as her brothers face smashed into the windshield, her mom crying out with her.

"Austin! It's Austin, Scott! We have to go back."

Scott shook his head, slamming on the petal as he drove the car down the ramp. "It's not him... n-not anymore."

Taylor held back her cries, choosing to keep her eyes shut. Her hand idly rubbed her soul mark, the wrist tattoo comforting her as tears slipped out from under her eyelids. Every time a body smashed against the car, a loud growl flew by her ear, or a hard cry from her mom lingered in the car, her eyes would squeeze shut again, and her body would flinch backwards.

When Taylor opened her eyes again, her dad was driving off the highway, the car bumping and slowing cruising against the grassy, outer-part of New York City.

"We're gonna be out of gas by nightfall..."

Andrea saddened at Scott's words, Taylor feeling a numbness like never before.

"So... what then?" Andrea softly spoke up.

"Then we find a place to hide, barricade ourselves in and hope for the best."

Taylor thought for a moment. She never enjoyed horror movies— much less, zombie ones, so now that she's quite literally trapped in that type of film, she finds her limited knowledge very frustrating.

"We need food— and, and we'll have to ration it out," she stated, ignoring her shaky hands.

"My bags full of canned goods, we should be okay for a month."

"What about your clothes?" Taylor asked her dad, remembering the amount of stressed he had laid on her about clothing.

"I've got them mixed with mine."

Taylor looked back at her mom's tear-stained face, silently nodding. The group sat in the car, each too lost in their own thoughts to actually voice them. Scott, staring off into the countryside's roads, Taylor, wondering how many people she once knew were now infected, and Andrea— the zombified version of her son playing in her head like a loop. They all shuddered.

It had been eight years since that night, Scott and Andrea passing within the first three years of the apocalypse. But, during those three years, they managed to start a small colony. They got chickens, cutting out their voice boxes and shoving cardboard against the walls to muffle the remaining noise. The same was done with cows. And pigs. And people if they hit too loud.

Now, Taylor's in charge of the rather-large group as she has been for five years. After the loss of her parents, she become colder— refusing refugees with a scowl and a shotgun. The group knew not to go against Taylor, after all— they remembered what happened when her ex-boyfriend challenged her leadership. They doubt the pigs ever had a better meal.

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st4r1light · 5 months

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st4r1lights masterlist

marvel -

- natasha romanoff

- natasha romanoff ²

- natasha romanoff (3)

- natasha romanoff (4)

- natasha romanoff(5)

- wanda maximoff

- wanda maximoff (2)

- yelena belova

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

woso -

- katie mccabe

- leah williamson

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

boygenius -

- phoebe bridgers

- julien baker

- julien baker (2)

- lucy dacus

- lucy dacus (2)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

- celebrities

- taylor swift

- caity lotz

- natalia dyer

- ana de armas

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

- fnaf

- vanessa shelly (1)

- vanessa shelly (2)

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ibelcva · 9 months

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𓆸 ダリヾ ২ う 𖧷 絶

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but i'm right were you left me .

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylors version #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #kpop headers #cute moodboard #moodboard #colorful moodboard #random moodboard #the last of us

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hesitateicons · 11 months

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Speak Now (Taylor's Version) headers pt. 1

like if you save or cc @ywngdumbthrills

i'm so anxious omg

#speak now #taylors version #taylor swift #taylor swift headers #twitter headers #speak now headers #purple headers #the eras tour #better than revenge #back to december #enchanted #long live #last kiss #the story of us #never grow up #mean #dear john

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nutria--oscura · 8 months

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Hermie does his make up. It's canon, trust me.

[ID: Drawing of Taylor Swift from the neck up. He has red braces, horns and orange/yellow fire at the tips of his hair. He has black winged eyeliner around his eye. There is also red eyeliner on the top of his eye and yellow eyeliner on the bottom of his eye; the red and yellow meet at the end of the wing as an orange/yellow flame. The headshot is surrounded by a white outline and everything is on top of a background of mixed red, orange and yellow. /end ID]

Is this a reference to when Willy beheaded Taylor? No.

Did I remember that Tay got beheaded the second I finished this? Yes.

#TAYLOR TAYLOR TAYLOR TAYL-#the original i made got corrupted in the app i use but luckily i had already downloaded a version. with a white background #hence the white surrounding him #but we can pretend its a halo cause of last ep #the demon went to heaven #anyways #tried something new #honestly really like how it came #taylor swift dndads #taylor swift (not that one)#taylor swift (freddies version)#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads fanart #dndads quest #my art #i would like to thank freddie for creating him and cookies for getting me obsessed #tw slight eyestrain

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myjollyfroggyfriend · 1 year

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you may not know this, but safe and sound (taylor's version) was actually written for Ellie and Joel, I don't make the rules (imagine Joel playing it on the guitar for her someone sedate me)

#hunger games who #hunger games #taylor swift #safe and sound #taylor's version #tlou hbo #the last of us #ellie and joel #joel and ellie #joel miller #ellie williams

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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hii loves, we haven’t done a celebration in quite some time and since we’re now at 2.5k on here and it’s my birthday tomorrow I thought this would be a good time to do one- thank you all sm for being here, I hope you enjoy the little celebration sdff

please only send one emoji per ask, multiple asks are more than welcome.

no NSFW content or NSFW themes, only SFW.

fandoms: teen wolf, marvel, harry potter, the originals, the vampire diaries, twilight, outerbanks, bridgerton, the witcher, stranger things, the walking dead, criminal minds, the 100, the mandalorian, the last of us, shadow and bone

celebration open from 2 april to 6 april

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✨FEELS LIKE THE PERFECT NIGHT- choose a favourite taylor swift album and I'll make you a little pinterest board matching your vibe and the era of the album (moots only)

🎩 DRESS UP LIKE HIPSTERS- tell me your favourite show or movie and I'll make you a little outfit based on it (specify any clothing preferences)

🧣 MAKE FUN OF OUR EXES- tell me one of your random or very specific red flags that would make you break up with someone and I'll tell you which character you're breaking up with

🧇BREAKFAST AT MIDNIGHT- just talk to me about whatever- characters, ask games, random things, ask me things about me, literally anything you can think of

🍁FALL IN LOVE WITH STRANGERS- tell me your favourite taylor swift song and I'll set you up on a blind date (specify gender and fandom preference)

📮DITCH THE WHOLE SCENE- send me a character and any option from my request guidelines and I'll write a baby blurb/dialogue for it

⏰WE WON'T BE SLEEPING- send me a character and give me an activity you're doing together instead of sleeping and I'll write a little diologue/baby blurb for it (platonic or romantic)

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tagging a few moots:

@cauliflowertree @saintlike78 @sheraayasher @sw34terw34ther @bellabadacadabra @chrisevansdaughter @ddejavvu @sunflowersteves @jackys-stuff-blog @v1olentdelights @sarahisslytherin @oliverwoodmarrymepls @natashxromanovf @honeybrowne - love you all, and everyone not here, just not sure you're currently spending a lot of time on tumblr so I didn't want to bother you with a tag