Hey guys, sorry that it's been a while but we have so much going on in my house. We're going to be moving back to New Zealand, my home country, on July 4th. Also I have grade 8 exams and several graduation related things going on. I'll try to get stories out, but it'll probably be once in a while. Anyway, please enjoy this installment of fangirlism.

disclaimer: any Homestuck characters used in this fanfic are not owned by me, they belong to Andrew Hussie.

Zombiestuck - suggested by GoggleHeadOtaku - dirkjake/davejohn

Word count: 2,170

The dreary dripping of rain echoed throughout the isolated building, the odd drop leaking out of cracks in the walls and ceilings. Thunder bellowed and lightning streaked throughout the sky, as beautiful as the invisible stars that were supposed to be lighting the night sky. It was November, rainy season, and even while the world was in ruins mother nature still fulfilled her duties. At least the storm gave the dying earth some sort of natural appearance.

Five males were sitting together in the empty home, one sobbing uncontrollably while another two comforted him. The other two sat in a different room, a room filled with tools and scrap parts. The smaller boy was sitting on a work bench, one hand clutching at the bottom hem of the dark green fabric. The older, taller male was sitting down beside him, tinkering with tools and metal to craft a limb for the younger.

8 hours ago

"Come on guys," Dirk yelled out as we ran slightly behind him, "we're almost at the docks! Once we get to a boat we'll be safe!" I panted trying to keep up with my boyfriend, the legs on that Strider though, and wondered about John. He had terrible asthma, and if an adventurer like me was having trouble he must be almost dying. I turned my head to see Mr. Egbert close on my tail with Dave beside him, John was trailing though. I slowed down and yelled for John to keep running but froze when the horde of zombies popped into view.

"JOHN!" I sprinted back to him and grabbed his hand, choosing to drag him along. I watched as his eyes widened at the crowd trampling each other to get to us. The air was thick with disaster and my lungs were burning, the constant running finally getting into my head. John's pants grew louder and more frequent as we got closer to the docks.

"Jake," he wheezed, "I, I can't... I can't go anymore." I refused to let go and continued to tow him behind me.

"Almost at the boat John, I won't let you die when we're so close! Once we get to my island we can try and find my copy of Con Air, okay John?" He opened his mouth to speak but then slipped on what seemed like a puddle of blood.

"Shit! John!" I stopped running and heaved him up onto my shoulder and began to run when a hand grabbed my right arm. Nails dug into my skin and I screamed as teeth sunk into the soft flesh.

"JAKE?!" I dropped John accidentally and kicked at the zombie attached to me. I wrenched myself away and clutched the wound, hitting the beast in the skull with the side of my pistol. I dropped the weapon and dropped beside John, trying to help him up.

"Sir I'll take John, can you manage Jake?" Dave's voice blurred and mixed with the growling that was getting closer. I felt arms around me and hoisting me onto my feet, dragging me along.

"Jake," my uncles voice echoed, "come on Jake, we're only a few steps away, we can do it." I tried to respond but the searing fire burning from inside my limb cut me off. The rumbling of a motorboat roared to life and I was set gently inside the boat.

"Go Dirk! I'll staunch the blood while you get us away from here. Get us into the ocean away from shore and then we'll sort it!" I moaned in pain when Dave laid me down across the seats, pressing what I assumed was once a jacket against the wound. He muttered a quiet apology and dabbed at the blood.

The engine stopped as we were soon in the middle of nowhere, the boat rocking a bit as Dirk crawled towards us. I tried to smile when he kissed my forehead but screamed at the searing flames.

"Dirk... it burns! Make it stop!"

"Shh... Don't worry Jake, we'll make it stop. I promise." I felt a small amount of comfort in his words.

"What the fuck are we supposed to do Dirk? The infections spreading! It's already at his fucking elbow!"

"DAVE SHUT UP! We, we can cut it off right? That way it won't spread... right?"

"I-i, yeah... but can you really bring yourself to do it?" I whimpered loudly, feeling the infection coursing up my arm to the shoulder.

"Jake," I groaned in response, "Jake, we can save you but it's gonna hurt for a minute, okay?" I nodded, the simple action bringing pain to my entire body.

"John don't look."

"Jake... you promised me... please!"

"John close your eyes!"

"Do it Dirk..." I watched as he brought the katana down in a swift, silent motion.

End of flashblack.

Thunder echoed in the distance, making my mood even more gloomy than it already was. Drilling sounds drifted from the room down the hall, reminding me of being guilty. I tried to slow my breathing a bit and instead focused on the pattering of the rain. I liked November because it was a cool season, also I never got really bad asthma attacks due to the lack of heat and flowers. Plants seemed to make my condition worse, but rain washed away that issue.

Dad and Dave's worries voices almost brought me out of my trance but the constant sounds from the workshop continued to grasp me. My clumsiness had almost killed my beloved cousin and made him lose an arm. It should've been me on that bench instead of him, I should be the one in his position.

"John," I looked up to see Dave looking at me with a frown, "come on John. We need to get you something to eat." I stared blankly and wondered if Jake was hungry, maybe I could get him something to eat on our way back. What did Jake like? I knew that he liked pizza but I doubted there was any here, but I could try and make some for him and everyone else.

"Okay," I winced inwardly at my voice which sounded rough and quiet, "let's go then." I took his hand and got up, quietly asking Dad if he wanted anything, to which he said he was fine. We walked into the kitchen, avoiding the scrap room, and I was pushed against the wall. Dave's hands went to either side of me, trapping me in a cage of arms, and moved his face close to mine. He stared at me with a brow raised, lips set in a firm line. My blush emerged and I was suddenly feeling very awkward and insecure. I could feel his eyes on my face, looking for any sign.

"John?" I turned my head away from him and looked at the floor. Thing was that I'd been feeling things for Dave. Though of course it doesn't make sense for the cool kid to love the nerd back. For ages I had kept my feelings locked tight in a safe, always on high alert, but it felt like now that safe had been cracked. I heard Dave shift and a cold hand went to under my chin, lifting it up slowly so we were making eye contact, faces extremely close to one another.

"Something else is up John," I stared as he tilted his glasses down and revealed his crimson eyes, "tell me?" His face moved in a bit closer, slowly breaking my shield. Dave was the only one who could get my guard down, and I should've known it was going to happen. I took the opportunity to shove him away with both hands and take a step back.

"Mind your own business Dave," I yelled out, "leave me the fuck alone!" I clamped my hands over my mouth when I realized I swore at Dave. I looked down ashamed and heard him take a step forward.

"John? What's with the yelling." I turned to see Dad at the doorway and then snapped my hand back to Dave when he reached out for me. I dodged his hand by moving sideways and ran past Dad, ignoring his surprised yell and made my way outside.

I stared as John clamped his hands over his mouth. Swearing was a big deal for him, and though I swore all the time, I felt bad I had driven him that far. I saw the regret flash through his eyes before being replaced by guilt. I took a small step towards him when his Dad emerged from the doorway. John's head turned back to me and then ran out the door, and it was then I realized what had happened. The blushing, fearful and awkward moments...

I ran after him, telling his Dad not to worry, and followed the footprints in the mud. It was still raining and a bit misty but it wasn't that bad. I saw the blue hoodie in the distance and closed my eyes, focusing on the air around him. I felt myself shoot through the air and then stop suddenly. My feet planted into the ground infront of John and I wrapped my arms around him, refusing to let go. He cried, yelled, and swore at me and I just quietly rocked side to side, moving him with me.

I frowned when he began to beat himself up, blubbering about how he was so useless and a klutz and a waste of time. He was saying something about Jake and it being his fault when I had enough, pushing his back against the tree and connecting our lips. I pushed his arms up, holding them by the wrists and moved my body closer to his. He tensed a first but then slowly melted into the touch, his arms freezing and drooping a bit instead of trying to escape.

I pulled apart and looked into his eyes, capturing the image of him flushed and catching his breath.

"I don't care what the fuck you've been thinking about, but I love you John, and it will never change. I've loved you since we met, and the whole time I've been trying to break your barrier so I could tell you and get an honest reaction. So, John Egbert, I fucking love you!"

"Da-" I sealed my lips to his again and snaked my arms around his arms. I pushed up against him, causing him to quietly moan, and nibbled on his lower lip. He seemed to get the message and hesitantly opened his mouth, giving me full access. I pulled away and smirked at his blushed trembling figure. I grabbed his hand and proceeded to slowly walk through the rain with him, smiling and laughing like an idiot from the movies.

"Okay Jake, can you try and move your arm for me?" I nodded and lifted it up, flexing and rolling my shoulder.

"Good, now try each individual finger. One at a time." I tried with my thumb and it worked fine by then when I tried the next finger I moved all of them.

"Oh." I muttered and sighed before sheepishly looking up at Dirk. "I'm sorry, it's a bit hard..." His hand went to my head and rubbed it, leaving me with a raised brow.

"Do you regret it at all?" My mouth opened before closing and then opened again.

"Not at all. Of course I'm a bit sad that I lost a limb, but I can say I saved someone I love and they're alive because of it. It'll take a while to get used to but I can deal with it. If it was anyone of you guys I woulda done the same." I gave a buck toothed smile and wrapped my arms around his waist. The familiar smell of cotton and whatever deodorant he used was calming. I didn't care if the world was ending, but as long as I was with Dirk I'd be fine. We'd die together if it came to that, or we'd live the rest of our lives together.

Soooooooo, le end. x3 IDK, I hoped you enjoyed it.

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