#and also. its worth it for the blonde guy they both want to fuck /j

[t4tdanvis]

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[hanawrites404]

Wynne’s Birthday Diary - Erik Naveen

"The sunset seems....... pleasant today huh" brushing the strands of hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear, I gaze at the vermilion golden meltdown of the star ahead of me, as I held the hem of the dress I was wearing for today in my hand.

"It sure does, Wynne" the blonde beside me, her hair reflecting the hues of the scenery in front of us, and her eyes repainted with the warm colours. We both were at our leisures in the ash docks, waiting for exactly two people to arrive as specified by me to both of them. Nadia had left me early for today, and Asra freed his apprentice the same, and that's how we both were quick on reaching the meeting spot, near the smoky sea and the Vesuvian horizon.

The sunset felt pretty warm and balmy today. Hah. I totally wondered why.

"Hello ladies. Sorry it took me some time to arrive" me and Salette (@utopia-t) turned to the male's voice, and were not surprised to find the curly brunet, rubbing his reddened knuckles and walking towards us with his brown boots clicking by each step of his long legs.

"Good you came on time, William" I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again, as he gave an acknowledging nod.

"Right I did" he replied, scratching his head and looking away for a bit, and then locked his eyes again with me. "So when is Erik coming?"

"He told me that would come after he is done with his deliveries" Salette this time replied and I nodded in agreement.

"I see.....Then let's wait for him in the meantime" William (@hokorri) then walks past us and sits on one of the huge rocks, resting his back carefully against them as he peered at the luminescent sight. His skin and his eyes turning the same golden as the sleeping sun.

"Sure" I then grab William's hand and pulled myself up to sit beside him, and brought Salette with me to join.

"So what's with your attire?" William asked me.

"Huh??" I turned to him. This question of his kind of caught me off guard. William faced me, his face as stoic as always, but his eyes said something else. He had.........deride??

"You heard me, Toprak" he blatantly replied, and I felt my cheeks warming up. Not by the sun, but by my own blood and my nervous emotions of blush.

"Oh yes! This reminds me too. You are dressed up exceptionally well today. This Prussian blue dress, and these blue hibiscuses on your hair. I wonder what's the reason, because you usually don't wear anything other than your normal clothes" Salette was the next to ask.

I looked at both of them simultaneously, and felt shamefully silent, not because I didn't know the answer, but because I was too timid to speak it out loud. Even if it was infront of my two best friends.

I looked away, clearing my throat and really racking my brain to think of a dodge to this flustering question.

But then, according to the universal laws and truths that binds the realms together,

Mr. William Hillenberg is a bitch.

"Perhaps it's for...... impressing a certain someone??" His lips curved up into a smirk as he inched close to my face. My eyes widened, and I desperately scooted away from him, bumping to Salette. But instead of defending me, she grabbed my shoulders, and formed somewhat of a grin herself.

"Or is it for getting their attention?" The blonde added on. Shit. Fuck. She was clearly on the surgeon's side. This got me even more nervous.

"Hmmm....maybe I know who it is" She chuckled and pinched my pink cheek from behind.

"And so do I" William stroked my other reddened cheek. Both of them still had their teasing grin on each of their faces, as they fondled with me. Gods they both were killing me slowly from embarrassment.

"J-Jeez.....stop it! It's nothing like that" I protested.

"Are you sure Pipsqueak? You sure it isn't someone who is hypermetrophic?" William pressed more, closing up to me. It was very intimidating that how his eyes narrowed like that of a predatory cat.

"And also that he loves blue and hibiscuses of the same colour??" Salette squeezed my shoulders and chuckled near my ear, which sent shivers down my spine.

It really looked impossible to escape from them now. By how they knew why I was dressed up, and by how they knew for whom it was. It was fucking frightening and horrifying. That it got me this twisted and bamboozled. I really didn't seem to have any other choice other than to admit. Or maybe protest further, but that would lead to even worse bullying.

Fuck I was definitely cornered. Is there any way, ANY OTHER GODDAMN WAY, to escape this tight situation?? Because I was really living my own death right now. The murder of my own self because my response system was not working at all due to overdose of diffidence. All because of my best friends' curiousity about my love life. Just fucking amazing.

But oh lord thank you to the lovely sea lemons and the baby turtles that my prayers were answered, as a certain blue-haired angel ran to us hurriedly.

"Sal!! William!!" We heard the familiar voice from behind as we turned around at the same time, only to find the blue-headed soft tanned man for whom we all had been waiting for, stumbling his way down the pale sands as soon as he can, his hand waving to us.

"Erik!!" William instantly jumped off from the rocks and approached him, dismissing the recent mockery for now, and Salette too gracefully slides down the boulders to join William as she hugged Erik (@sylph-dreams) and wished him for his special day, while I just gazed at the two of them and the birthday boy with a smile on my face from above. The sea breeze playing with my hair and my dress.

"Many many happy returns of the day, Erik" William embraced him next and kissed his head, and I could hear Erik giggling from his touch as he kissed him back many times on his face.

"Hey hey stop" I heard William laugh, this slipped a chuckle from my throat. Erik then giggles and stops, pulling away from him. And that's when it happened.

He saw me.

When his eyes fell on me, he froze. He did not look away or even move himself. He just kept staring at me, with awe and wonder. His mouth was also in a small gape, as if he had just witnessed a silver blue dolphin making its gigantic leap across the waters, diving ever so poised back into its home. It was very adorable of him, however it seemed pretty amusing to me because, this was not the first time he had seen me dressing in such a manner. But how he reacted every time to it was worth watching and never forgetting. Truly.

"Don't open your mouth for so long, Erik" William pushes his chin up to shut his agaped mouth as Salette and I giggled to it. Soon after I too got off from the rocks and walked to the tanned man. As I grabbed both of his hands gently, looking into his eyes with a smile on my face, I whispered the words.

"Happy Birthday My Dear Erik~" I gently squeezed his bigger hands with mine, his warmth flushing through my cold palms.

Erik's cheeks turned a bit pink. "T-Thank you, Wynne. Thanks a lot" he said, and I flashed him another smile.

He rubbed my knuckles with his thumbs delicately. The corner of his lips were slightly curved upwards in a pleasant beam, as comforting as the last sun rays, and his eyes glimmering like heavenly orbs. He grinned wider and brought my hands closer to his lips till they touched weightlessly.

It was now my face's turn to heat from bloom, but it turned even more when I noticed him smirking at me from my hands, and his eyes were glowing with tease and mischief. I looked away, my lips pursed together as I tried my hard to resist the fluster.

Jeez why it had to be today that everyone satirise me more than ever?? Just why?!!!

"So this is why y'all invited me over to the beaches, because I was really thinking that you were calling me for a group swim haha!!" Erik laughed after he backed away from me, totally acting like he wasn't pawing me in front of my friends.

"We were initially planning to celebrate at the shop, but Wynne said that you liked staying near the sea. And me and William loved the idea, which is why we set up a small party for you here" Salette answered.

"Oh!! really?? A whole party just for me??" The bluenet's eyes shone like that of a exuberant child after spotting exclusive candies at his favourite grocer during errands.

"Why yes, My Dear. We all took some of our time out of our schedules to organise it. I wasn't actually wanting to attend the party and rather to just drop by personally to you with a gift, but Toprak and this blonde lady weren't leaving me alone, so that was one motivation" William nudged me while I rolled my eyes.

Erik laughed and patted William's shoulder. "I am glad Wynne and Sal forced you to come. The celebration would have been incomplete without my best friend yah know". William sighed and held Erik's hand, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah. I know" William replied with a weak smile. Erik then out of nowhere engulfed both Salette and William, catching both of them off-guard for a second, I chuckled at the scene. The two however embraced him back, bright twinkles on each of their faces.

"Thank you guys......I love yah both a lot......." Erik murmured. Honestly, I cannot even find words can describe the feeling of happiness which was literally radiating out of him. It was as strong as reflected white light, yet as gentle as the lake ripples. Very acute, yet at ease. I didn't know what it was, but it was gratifying by every angle.

Howbeit, as lost in my thoughts I was, I forgot about my consciousness until I felt soft strong arms engulfing me and pulling me closer to themselves. I blinked twice and looked up, and I was surprised, obviously.

"Umm.....Erik??" I awkwardly held his shoulder as I felt his arms gripping my waist tighter. I chuckled, hugging him back. Now this was expected yet also quite the opposite to my thoughts. I wondered the reason behind his actions, and the response came to me in two shakes.

"You deserve a separate hug, Princess" he simply answered. A clear rationale, though swelled my chest from a patent contentment of recieving such a direct affection from the birthday boy. Maybe that's the exact reason. Because he is the birthday boy. Or was it because of something else. Something more......closer...........

But as soon as I was about to open my mouth to speak, I felt rumbling down my stomach. It startled me as I jumped back a bit, damn it was pretty shaky too. But it didn't feel like it came from my body. I wondered who's was it. But then it hit me.

"Oh jeez. I am very hungry. Yah have something to snack on?" Erik asked. So it was his stomach which was speaking out its pleads that it was prominent enough to reach through me. It wasn't astonishing to me though. Poor man had been delivering goods from one place to another not caring about how long the distance was or how heavy the things weighed.

He has been working the whole day even on his birthday, it was pitiful. At least he should have taken a leave for that. But oh well, if he wants to carry his duty even during his special day, I would let him. I have no rights on him, but only when things turn dangerous, I am the one in-charge. Not that I don't trust him, I just want to protect him. But only when it's gravely needed. Otherwise he is strong enough to tackle.

"How about we have the cake and the other food right now?" Salette suggested. I didn't even notice the sun almost under the horizon after the hug. The sky had turned navy now, with the residual of the shining streaks lined up broadly. Like a tricolour, it had enveloped the globe, and the stars were finally appearing from their hideouts. It was very pleasant, almost like the sunset earlier, but with a disparate observe.

"I agree. We should start right away" William nodded.

"Wynne, can you bring the cake then?" The blonde requested me. "Sure" I shrugged and went to bring the main dessert. This time, I would have to say, was different than any other cakes I had prepared for my every other loved one's birthday. It had an ingredient I had never used previously, and it took me much much bargains to get it since it was not so frequent to be sold in the markets. A very rare exotic stuff. Not to mention I had never tasted it before. But by Salette's advice, I had baked it with her and William the same as Erik preferred it.

It was a purple yam cake, also called Ube cake. A traditional Filipino dish, and Erik's beloved favourite. All the struggles to get the main ingredient was worth it for him, as his face switching to glee and his words of adulation was more than enough to satisfy all of our efforts for him. His tears of joy at the end were a bit overwhelming though, but we accepted that. We didn't wanted to make him cry out in his birthday you know haha!

Nevertheless, Erik held us all close, not leaving any one of us behind, as he made his wish in his beautiful mind and blew the fire off the candles, with all three of us by his side.

Happy Birthday To You

Happy Birthday To You

Happy Birthday Dear Erik

Happy Birthday To You 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Erik had his bite of the cake from the piece, and the hearings of yumminess escaping from his lips second by second, a unique sound by every bite, was amusing and heartwarming to listen and witness. It was cute and youthful, just like him. That made us even more happier. William was delighted, much to his own satisfaction, and me and Salette were grateful for the little party going very well.

Later then we had deep fried tofu with blue tea. Sounds pretty light and effortless, but sufficient for all of our hearts and tummies. We had actually decided beforehand that nothing fancy would be there because Erik was the type of guy to like homely chattels and servings, and same was with us, no matter royals or not. Snugs were what we liked.

With the tea and blueberry scones, we all had our lovely time taken out from our usual livings specifically for our lovely man. The nature also forgave us and provided a nice cool ambience to suit us all. We gossiped, we argued, we laughed. It was a good friendly night. Nothing to disrupt us. Just the ocean waves and the starry sky, now what else do we need?

Oh....... presents..........

Now THIS was one of the most interesting part.

First was William, because he wanted to get it over with quick. Tch, how classic of him. He gave Erik a trinket of spiralling blue seashell fossil. Hmm....a practical and beautiful gift, how classic of him again!

Erik was really elated. He was about to smother William's whole face again with kisses that we had to stop him in the middle. Jesus I promise won't be surprised if I find them trying to eat each other someday.

Anyways. Salette, being the best girl as always, gave Erik what he absolutely loved. And that would be high heels. Noticing, fashionable ruby red high heels. Holy shit. Even I was impressed. And Erik even more. He was delighted! He hugged Salette pretty tightly that the poor lady had to gasp for air but kept laughing as if nothing was wrong. Gosh these dorks.

And finally was me. I......I actually didn't know what to gift him originally. I was in a dilemma. Because I was thinking of special, but also not too fancy, because I didn't want to inundate him so much. It was really messing with my mind to such a point that I had to escape to my realm. And I slept there, and kept thinking about him. But when I woke up, little did I know, that Erik's gift was ready, and was lying right in my hands.

It was a single pink pearl, shining against my palms. It's smooth light was welcoming, and its aura was dignified.

Though it was a bit bigger than the first toenail, it was perfect! And fitting! And I had decided that nothing else would have been the best gift for him. And when I finally handed him my present after we both were alone (William and Salette had decided to take a walk together down the sands), Erik went silent. I had gotten scared for a moment when he went speechless like that, that I had given him something which offended him.

But turns out I was wrong, when he pulled me closer to himself, and looked directly into me. I couldn't really read what he was reflecting from his eyes, but all I could see was myself, and some sparks in his jade orbs. I had gotten lost in them, they were beautiful, and didn't even notice that my chin was pulled and a quick kiss had been stolen from my very lips without me knowing about it.

"Thank you~" was the deep whisper which broke me from my trance, and I was left dumbfounded, with Erik not in front of me anymore. I blinked, shook my head, and searched for the man, only to find him walking along the other two. I wanted to join, but my legs seemed to not listen to me. And good thing they didn't listen, when I watched Erik running back to me and taking me into his strong arms facilely.

"Cannot forget the princess, yah know" he winked, this time leaving me speechless and flustered. Erik chuckled and kissed my cheek, then starting to follow his friends. I kept my mouth shut by the way, I wanted to enjoy this moment silently. With him, the ocean, the sky, and my two lovely friends.

[queenieloveswriting]

The Fool and Her Temperance

Before your parents split, you lived in the outerbanks,with your mum and dad, close to your cousin ,john b. Not long after Big John, your dad's brother, died your mum and dad split, your dad stayed in outer banks to watch over his brothers son and keep his steady job, your mum however took you back to her home country Italy, and you lived in a small but cosy house near your grandparents. Not having a choice as a 7 year old you had to leave outer banks behind. When you got older your mum let you have your dad's number and then eventually you got your cousins, and began to get extremely close.

John and your dad simultaneously kept you up to date on the news and gossip of the outer banks, you'd call each other and it became your Sunday night ritual. Being a call or facetime you'd talk about school, you talked him through a grieving process and eventually settled for his reason to not believe until there is physical evidence. You barely know his friends other than jj whose number you also had, but they knew the name ‘Luna D’Angelo.

It was a Sunday night and you'd just, finally, convinced your mother to let you visit your dad for the summer and soak in the sun while she moved for a promotion during the month in Portland, of all places. You are just about to call john and tell him the news. School was literally out as of Friday and you were sure he was partying like he told you he'd be on Saturday, which is why he called you earlier. After updating your dad, who you also talked to every Friday night after school, You got to john 

After repetitive buzzing he finally picked up, you heard some staticky music and slightly tipsy John b 

“Heyyy Luna you okay we calleddd yesterdayyy i thinkkkk”

“Heyy john yeah we did sorry i just had some really good news i wanted to tell you but i can ring you tomorrow if its better”

“Don't be silllyyy I've only had a few anyways, I'll remember what is it, please don't tell me your pregnant because uncle joe’ll be pisseddd” he chuckled

“No oh my god I just wanted to say that my mum gave me the all clear and I’m coming to live with dad for the summer and maybe longer i don't know but yeah”

The line went silent 

“WOOOHOOO she coming Back GUYS DID YOU HEAR THAT LUNA D’ANGELO IS COMING FOR THE SUMMER "he shouted 

“Woah man stop shouting "you heard from the other line

“Jj bro my cousin you remember my cousin Luna she just told me yeah that she's coming back for the summer and maybe longer if her mum lets her brooo this is going to be the best summer ever lulu I've missed you”

“Wait really bro as in uncle joe’s Luna?”he asked 

“Duh bro the only Luna we know dumbass you wanna say hi”

“What do you mean bro she's not here or is she waiting wha--?”

“She on the phone,ohhh actually you speak to her for a second I'm getting looks from over there”

“Oh wait John its fin--”

Next thing you heard was some shuffling and a deeper voice fill your speaker phone

“Luna you there? "he asked

“Shit yeah hey jj I was about to go anyways but well now you know I’m finally going to meet you and the guys well and girl but”

“yeah you areee” he slurred 

“Anyways I'll see you in about a week j”

“Soon beautiful gunna have the best summer, finally going to a legendary obx party "he laughed, tipsy

“Sounds good jay I'll see you soon bye "you hung up

after finally hanging up on the phone you mentally facepalmed yourself for being so awkward, you went to bed 

A slow week went by, and you had finally arrived in the outerbanks.Stepping of the boating docks you searched the crowd for you dad. Once you spotted him holding a sign that said “bentornato la mia bella figlia”welcoming you back in your second, most used language,italian.Running into your dad's arms,you both had a little cry eventually getting settled into a cosy shack. After catching up with your dad you told him about you and john b becoming close once he gave you his number. Deciding you should surprise him with his arrival, Your dad drove you in his pick up to a block away from the chateau you remember you uncle calling it.

Walking up to the porch you heard voices coming from the dock, followed by their matured bodies coming in from a boat, scrapping your original plan once you saw your cousin, you just screamed running to the completely oblivious family member

“Johnnnn I’m back” you giggled still running

.Catching his attention he turned around running towards you in complete shock “holy fucking shit your here I thought it was tomorrow "he shouted suffocating you with a hug ”oh my god john b i missed you “you giggled and he sent you a watery laugh in return "I wasn't expecting you back soon  wow you look so different from the scrawny little 7 year old in uncle joe’s photos "he cooed

Before you could argue you were aware of the three people sending you confused glares. The only girl there, assuming it was kiara not having seen pictured to put name to face, coughed. ”someone wanna tell me what the fucks going on “she addressed earning john to roll his eyes at the over sassed girl, who had looked slightly jealous ”Kie this is Luna D’Angelo uncle joes daughter I’ve mentioned her she's my cousin, I might have forgot to tell them you were coming “her attitude dropped when she realised it was you “ohmygod ”she physically facepalmed, causing you to laugh "I had no idea you were coming the fuck john dumbass ”she elbowed him walking towards giving you a hug. ”Nice to finally meet you and put a face to name, speaking of you are fucking gorgeous the fuck ”she giggled walking  back to the boys wo still hadn't said anything, causing you to break the silence "so that makes you pope "you pointed to the buff dark skinned boy who nodded ”yeah that's me Luna I had no idea you were coming he's useless” he stated walking up to you with a quick hug “that he is "you turned round to finally face the blonde who had a cheeky smirk on his face shamelessly checking you out you rolled your eyes. Facing him you looked up too him finally seeing what he looked like ,defiantly exceeding “cute", you opened you arms and he came towards you, similarly to john b engulfing you and spinning you in a quick hug “its crazy actually hearing you and seeing you in real life "he teased still hugging you. Aware of the confused gases from the rest you backed out of the hug, missing the slight disappointment on jj’s face. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you looked up into his mischievous eyes and innocently winked taking a second take on his Greek-caved body “I know good to finally see what you guys all look like definitely not what I was expecting though". Turning around to the others who’d been oddly silent "so what's now guys "you asked everyone "well we were just about to go to kiara family's restaurant and grab some free food you wanna come? "John b asked. Following your cousin who was walking down the dock you made conversation with kiara about her Restaurant and how they finally got paper straws, being an environmentalist, you enjoyed discussing this.

When you finally got to the wreck you had made and surprisingly gotten close quite quickly you had conversations with all of them except jj, who was next. After discussing what you think happened to bodies after you die with pope, what was cuter a bottlenose dolphin or a harbour seals with kiara, dolphins winning the argument, and just life with john b how he is coping with  everything including his dad, you wondered what you'd talk about with jj, having brief text conversations with him on the phone you don't know him that well however being the only one you'd actually heard from and the stories about him from john b had been quite funny an intrigued you on the boys with an adrenaline addiction.

Once you sat down ,purposefully next to jj, pope and john b in front of you and kiara walking around helping her dad close up.

“So jj ”you turned facing him "I hear you are quite the adrenaline junkie, correct? "you sassed .Smirking he replied “quite the risk taker princess why’d you ask”

“Well you see now you might have a bit of competition because in Italy I am known as principessa pazza translating to crazy princess so you better be watching yourself blondie” you teased "what's got you that rep princess crazy "he joked. Laughing at his tone you pulled out your phone to a video collage you friends in Italy made of all the things you'd done from surfing to vine swinging. Passing him the phone you studied his priceless face watching yourself, internally hoping he's not judging your body in your bikinis and just watching what you were actually doing “damn Luna that's so sick where are you in this one", he asked scrolling the the clip of you surfing doing a perfect spin in the waves ”oh there, that's actually really funny story you wanna hear? "you asked to which he nodded “so basically me and a bunch of my guy friends, because no girls wanna get there hand dirty over there "you laugh intaking a breath “we had a 4 hour trek to get there and not having a car we had to walk to the mains and hitch hike and walk for about an hour and a half to actually get there with our boards to because we had no money to pay for rentals it was difficult I remember having to sit in the back of this guys car and my friend Ricco say in the front and there was only space for two in the back so i had to sit on Ryan's lap and put my feet on Angelo’s lap so we could have our boards on the floor, anyways once we finally got there and i got the feeling in my legs back we surfed for hours the beach was so busy and we found this beautiful cove which is in the video and the waves were so much better ,best waves I've ever surfed, we all slept on the sand around a makeshift fire from my lighter and so i had to sleep in my bikini them in their shorts because we didn't want to go home covered in sand and anyways after about 6 hours we found our way home, I didn't realise my mum would be back but the 3 weeks of no phone or tv and grounding was totally worth it, and that is what happened in tuscany,italy,ragazzo Biondo "you took a deep breath reliving the memory for a short period of time. "your mum was always a bit melodramatic Lu “your cousins chimed in. You were oblivious to the fact they had been listening to you relive your memories. Rolling you eyed you nodded “want to hear melodramatic she found out that when i was grounded the boys still came through my window and we all were still hanging out when she told me I couldn't and I was grounded for the end of the  month and she took my door off "you rolled your eyes at one of your mums various punishment “why do you think I want to live with dad "you joked.

“Wait so you are moving back? I thought it was only the summer "pope questioned earning a glare from john 

“I am staying for the summer but I was going to ask my dad eventually if I enjoy it here if he wouldn't mind it it would take my mum loads of convincing though but I think I can convince her if I kept my grades solid and got a job  could probably ’be trusted” ”you and john both rolled your eyes at the comment

“So that means there is a 50/50 chance you could be staying? "john asked hopeful

“Most likely cuz I mean id say more 75 no/25 yes but whatever floats your boat ”“I hope you do it'd be so cool to have you here and plus i think your dad would love that, we talk about you a lot, he misses you "he sighed you sent him a smile

“So what do you all do round here, any adventures? "you smirked

John b rolled his eyes but continued to answer your question “its pretty chill and well the same we go out on the boat swim or fish for a bit come home and probably to a kegger on the beach get wasted fight with kooks the usually” he stated "that doesn't sound too bad could surf all day, one question though "you asked and john b hit you with ‘shoot’ "the fuck is a kook? ”you asked earning snickers from the group and an in depth conversation with the boys about the rich snobs on the other side of the island.

Checking your phone it was almost 10:00 and you figured you should probably head home. Saying your goodbyes jj offered to walk you home. Insisting you and your dad lived a block away from his anyway, which was true.

When you arrived at your front door you turned to him and thanked h for walking you home 

“Honestly it's no problem I just wanted to talk to you like one on one for a bit you know, it's good to put a face to Luna and i honestly really hope you can stay longer, we could get used to having you around "he said causing your face to slightly flush at the complement “thanks jay that mean a lot rea-”you were cut off by your dad opening the door “ahh right on time Luna, jj how you doing boy "he asked causing you to look between then a few times in confusion “yeah I'm good sir just walking Luna home we had food at the wreck with the others "he answered your dad “thank you for feeding her son I do my shop tomorrow and was worried "you dad laughed “it's fine anyways I better go before john b locks up or I'll be sleeping on the porch "he said "wait I thought you were going back you yours and that's why you walked here ”jj chuckled "not going back to mine tonight me and john b are going to go out tomorrow so it's just easier if i sleep there "he answered looking up to your dad sending a playful wink to you “goodnight guys catch you tomorrow lulu "he waved off "night jj ”followed by “night son" your dad replied.

When you got in you caught up with your dad for the night and headed to bed looking forward to your full day out tomorrow on the boat with everyone

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Johnny Lawrence

(Not my gifs)

- You meet Johnny at the dojo. Your sister was dating one of the kids who trained there and she dragged you along to go and pick him up.

- You had heard of Johnny because of Danny. Danny had moved in next door to you and you quickly became friends with him.

- You and your sister stood at the entrance watching the guys train, you standing much more awkwardly than her.

- That’s when the trainer called up a few senior boys to teach the class while he talked to someone and it was then that you saw him....

- Fuckboi Mcgee and his martial artist three.

- You didn’t know what you expected when Danny had told you about him but it wasn’t a hot blonde guy with glistening pecs.

- You pinched yourself in shame. This was the same guy that beat up your friend and here you were thinking about how attractive he was. Pull yourself together y/n!

- He saw you looking at him and winked, you pretended to not be interested and looked away with a roll of your eyes. He upped his game.

- When training was over he came over and started flirting with you while your sister talked with her boyfriend, it was almost working until Danny and Mr. Miyagi walked in. Johnny put two and two together when Danny instantly smiled and waved at you.

- He asked you out right then and there to be spiteful because he thought you were dating the boy.

- You blushed but turned him down; then the whole ‘you’re gonna fight my boys’ thing happened and you knew you made the right decision... at least for the time being.

- Your sister and her boyfriend still chewed you out though asking how could you turn down the Johnny Lawrence and if you were out of your mind.

- Johnny still flirted with you anytime he saw you which was quite a lot (your sister and her boyfriend tipped him off as to where you were).

- Danny eventually just tells you to agree cause he’s sick of hearing Johnny’s pickup lines and figuring you could manage to get him to stop messing with him if the two of you were dating.

- Johnny acts smug but he’s actually really surprised when you agree.

“Knew you’d come around.”

- He takes you to the costume party and he’s surprisingly not an awful person. You have your first kiss at the end of the night and it ends in your face being covered in black and white paint.

- The both of you start officially dating not long.

- Play fighting, its mostly so he can pin you and have an excuse to get you into compromising positions and to borderline grope you.

- He seems like he would be a good singer and sings to you when you’re alone, or jokingly around your friends.

- Hugs basically all the time especially after he wins a match.

- He likes to show off usually by ‘fighting’ or arm wrestling his friends, shows of strength basically.

- Piggyback rides.

- Rough kisses after he wins a match and soft kisses after he loses.

- If you ever stay the night he wraps his arms tightly around you. He seeks out your body when he wakes up and no matter where you are he finds a way to cuddle with some part of you.

- Beach dates, he loves laying in the sand next to you. He also loves seeing you in your bathing suit and putting sunscreen on you.

- You make sure to put sunscreen on him too even though he insists that he doesn’t need it. He doesn’t argue for very long considering it an excuse for him to feel your hands on him.

- He kisses you on the back of your neck usually while hugging you from behind. (This is usually a move he uses when he tries to deter a guy whose trying to flirt with you).

- Tall as hell and flaunts it. He rests his arm on your shoulder or on your head to annoy you.

- The instant he sees you he smiles, it’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

- Jealous obviously. Like the whole movie was based around him being a jealous asshole

(But it can honestly be argued that Danny was the antagonist the whole time: I suggest watching J Matthew Turners video, he makes a lot of sense)

- He glares at anyone who looks at you and isn’t afraid to start a fight or threaten them. He takes it very personally when someone tries to flirt with you.

- He doesn’t want there to be even the slightest chance that you’ll ditch him for another guy so he blocks a lot of guys from befriending you unless he gets to know them first.

- He always makes sure you come to see him fight. It always makes him feel better knowing you’ll be there since.

“I have a match on Friday, I need my good luck charm to be there.”

“I’ll be there Johnny.”

- He always stands up for you, doesn’t matter if the guys a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than him.

- He carries you on his shoulders and gives you piggyback rides all the time.

- You’re the ‘It couple’ in school.

- He carries your books in one hand and has his other on the small of your back while walking through the halls.

- Any class you have together he is sitting next to you. People move to get out of his way whenever they see that you’re sitting in the seat next to them.

- You rarely fight but when you do they’re big and they’re usually about his treatment of others and his jealousy/possessiveness.

- He’s really hot tempered especially when he’s under pressure.

- He swallows his pride and apologizes with his arms open waiting for you. He doesn’t like admitting he’s in the wrong but he owns up when he fucks up.

- He does everything in his power to get you to talk to him whenever you ignore him after a fight.

His gang outside any building you’re in talking through a megaphone. “HE JUST WANTS A HUG Y/N!” (Props to whoever gets the reference)

- Wearing his Cobra jacket.

- Patching him up after fights and staying with him to make sure he’s okay and to cheer him up especially after he loses.

“I look like a loser.”

“I happen to think you look hot with a black eye.”

“Really!”

- Dancing together, it’s mostly just swaying along to music but occasionally he tries to teach you how to do simple ballroom dances that he was forced by his parents to learn.

- He’s actually a really sweet and affectionate guy once you get past the macho facade.

- He smushes his cheek against yours while he hugs you from behind.

- Your parents love him and his parents love you.

- You’re an all around loved couple in both families.

- He’s a really passive aggressive guy when it comes to you. He quickly stands down to avoid fighting because he’d much rather just accept what you say than have you mad at him.

- Motorcycle rides, he drives you anywhere you want. Hearing you squeal in excitement makes it all worth it.

- You will never break up it’s just a fact. He will pester you and force you to get back with him. He’ll fight anyone you try to date after him and make their life a living hell.

- Your his and his alone and honestly you can’t complain. He’s not the worst person you can be stuck with.

- Getting him to make up with Danny and leave each other alone. After they get past their differences they become what some could call friends.

- Going to all of his matches, even if you hate seeing him get hurt.

- You run out when he gets hurt in competitions. You’ll kneel beside him and he kind of just stares at you for a minute.

“What? What is it?”

“It’s nothing you just look really pretty tonight.”

“You’re an ass you know that. You scared me half to death.”

“You really care about me, huh?”

“Of course I do you jerk.”

“Well I love you.”

“… I love you too.”

- He shows you a much softer side of him that not many people get to see.

- He tugs you to him quickly by your waist to surprise you before he kisses you.

- Acts smug when you compliment him like he knows how great he is and you’re just pointing out facts.

- Playing soccer together.

“You know this would be a lot more fun if you were the skins team.”

- He’s probably pulled the fire alarm to get you out of class and out on the field so he could see you or made some new kid at the dojo do it as part of an ‘initiation’.

- After you’ve been with him through thick and thin he can’t imagine his life without you.

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NSFW Alphabet: Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

A/N: I’ve always enjoyed reading these alphabets and I haven’t seen a full one yet for Ben, so I decided to write my own! I am getting a little more comfortable writing, so please leave some feedback- it is very much appreciated! Enjoy!

Warnings: pretty self explanatory but this is has NSFW themes and is pretty smutty (Smut, Unprotected Sex, Voyeurism,  rough sex, etc) and has some fluff

Word count: 2,562

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

           Ben is an attentive lover, he isn’t lazy and will get a warm wash cloth to clean up the mess you both made after making love (or fucking). After cleanup, he will return to bed and pull you against his broad chest, acting as the big spoon. Ben will press soft kisses to the back of your neck and whisper sweet nothings into your ear about how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

B = Body Parts (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

           Ben truly adores your body, how soft your skin is and how smooth your curves are, but he is especially partial to your back. Just seeing the line run down your back, leading to your hips, when you are in the shower or when you wear a backless dress, is enough to get him hard.

           Ben is young and fit, and he knows this. He works hard in the gym for his strong physique and he owns it with a cool (and never cocky) confidence. It’s not uncommon for Ben to walk around shirtless around the house, especially after having taken a shower.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

           The first time you and Ben had sex without a condom (because you went on birth control), Ben thought he had died and gone to heaven. When he entered you, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of you, and how warm, wet, and tight your walls felt around his length. He didn’t last long that night and he will never get used to the feeling of cumming inside you and how you squeeze around him, milking his white, hot cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

           You and Ben are pretty open about your sexual fantasies and what not, but what he hasn’t told you (yet) is that he wants to take dirty, sexy pictures of you. In all honesty, Ben wants to curate a spank bank of just you. He always thinks you’re beautiful, but when your head is thrown back in absolute pleasure, that’s when he thinks you are a damn goddess. Just thinking about having polaroid’s of you and being able to bring them when he travels away for work makes his heart skip a beat.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

           Having just gotten out of a long-term relationship, I feel like Ben is definitely not a virgin. This green-eyed British babe knows how to please a woman and experience doing so. He might not have a vast history log like the Queen member he played (looking at ya Rog 😉), but Ben is willing to make up for it with you and only you.

F = Favorite Position (Also self-explanatory, will include a visual description)

           It’s a tie between you riding him with your back facing him and him on top of you with both of your thighs perched atop his shoulders. Ben absolutely loooves when you take control and ride his cock, moving your hips in slow circular motions to set a good pace, and gradually speeding it up when you place your hands on his thighs to support yourself as you bounce faster and faster on his cock. Ben loves seeing the way your body moves during this and how you lose yourself in your reaching your orgasm.

           Ben also fucking loves being in control and he loves seeing your face when he grabs your thighs and puts them around his shoulders to thrust even deeper into your warmth. He loves the feeling of your thighs trembling when he reaches your g spot and how your hands grasp at his biceps when you are riding out your pleasure.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

           The first time you and Ben had sex, he was clumsy but you found it adorable. He was just so excited to be with you intimately that he almost tripped over his socks when he finally saw you in all your naked glory. The more you added to your sex life, Ben would find a perfect balance of being serious and in the moment and having a sense of humor. Ben wants to both to have a good time, so anything that adds to that, he will happily do!

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

           Ben is well groomed but not completely shaven, down there. He is not a particularly hairy person in general, but he does have a faint happy trail on his lower abdomen.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

           Ben “Hot Cinnamon Roll” Hardy is a romantic (don’t @ me!), so the man will always tell you how much he loves you and how you make him feel during sex, no matter if its slow and vanilla or rough and needy. When Ben is out of town for work, he will always send you flowers and have lunch delivered to you. Ben is the type of guy that will fly out to see you even if it’s only for a day, just to see you because he misses being around you so much.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

           The only time Ben would masturbate when he is away for work because he wouldn’t feel the need to do it if you were around to make him feel good. Ben would masturbate in his hotel room, his hand stroking his cock and the image of you layed out on the bed for him, with your legs spread wide open, begging him to fuck you into the mattress. If he was really desperate, he would call you to add on to his inspiration.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

           Even though Ben exudes BDE, he has a praise kink BIG TIME. Hearing how good he makes you feel, and you begging him to go faster and harder is enough for him to reach his release. Ben never had a daddy kink until he met you and when he heard you cry it out during one particularly needy and passionate late-night fucking, he happily discovered it. To be honest, you bring out kinks that he didn’t know he even had, like voyeurism. This happened that one time you went to visit him on set and he fucked you in his trailer during his lunch break. It all escalated so quickly that you both ended up doing the do in the bathroom, facing the mirror, with you bent over the sink and Ben pounding heartily into you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

           Since Ben constantly craves you, he loves taking you anywhere. On the bed, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, basically anywhere in the house. In the bathroom at a nightclub, in his childhood room, in your parents’ guest bedroom, a storage closet during a red carpet event- like there is nowhere where Ben won’t take you, honestly. This blonde haired, emerald eyed Adonis of a man is one kinky, insatiable little shit.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

           Ben has a pretty high sex drive and it’s a fair statement to describe him as insatiable. He craves you constantly, so seeing you do simple tasks like studying (especially if you are wearing glasses) and driving turn him on. Ben loves watching you workout, in fact that’s how you two met is at the gym. He had noticed you for a few weeks but hadn’t said anything because he was intimidated by you. So when he saw you doing some yoga poses during your cooldown, he asked you if you could teach him a few poses. Ben loves watching you push yourself to your limit, sweaty face and messy hair and all. You say you sweat profusely, he says you glisten like the strong warrior goddess you are.

Seeing you wear literally anything (or nothing) will get Ben hard in an instant. Those new jeans that you bought because it fit you well? Ben noticed because he immediately stood by your side, pulled you close to him, placed his hand in your back pocket, and whispered in your ear “Are these new?” as his hand squeezed your ass.

The first time he took you to a red carpet event, you knew how much he would be turned on by seeing you all dolled up, so you chose to wear a slinky backless dress. Ben stood in awe when you glided down the stairs and when he went behind you to fasten your necklace, he noticed that the dress was backless and the poor man almost blew a load into his trousers. Ben really didn’t want to leave the house that night but you made it worth his while! 😉

Ben adores seeing you naked and walking confidently around the house during laundry day. He loves it when you slather on lotion after you take a shower. “It should be crime that you have to wear clothes, ever!” Ben groans as he walks up behind you, putting lotion on his hands to slather onto your back.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

           Ben would NOT be down for anything that degrades or harms you in any way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

           Ben loves receiving but he LIVES FOR GIVING. The first time Ben went down on you, you came three times just from his skillfull tongue and languid fingers. He had absolutely no problem in working you to the edge and turning you into a quivering, moaning mess. Ben loves that taste of you and if it were up to him, he would just love to spend all of his time in between your thick thighs. You didn’t realize how much Ben loved going down on you until you moved in together and he started waking you up with his warm tongue lapping up your folds. When it was all over, Ben didn’t expect you to return the favor, and when asked why he replied with “Your pleasure gives me pleasure, love” as he snuggled into your neck. He lives for the feeling of you thighs squeezing his head and your hands pulling his blond locks to bring his face closer to your core as you scream out his name in absolute ecstasy.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

           It would really depend on the situation. If he was pressed for time, Ben would be fast and rough. If Ben knew that he had time to drag it out, then slow and sensual it is! In all honesty, Ben would prefer to take his time to make you feel good and give you absolute pleasure.

 Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

           Ben doesn’t prefer it, but if you were both extremely horny and needy for each other and didn’t have time to explore each other’s bodies, then quickies are hella convenient for you both.

R = Risk (Are they down to experiment, do they task risks, etc.)

           As long as you are down to experiment, Ben would absolutely be on board with practically anything. He loves trying new positions with you and new places to do the do. He’s taken you basically anywhere, so Ben is definitely into the risk, as long as you are willing.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long can they last…)

           As previously stated, Ben is young, fit and has experience. So he uses this to his advantage. He is absolutely insatiable when it comes to you and it was a little overwhelming at first, to keep up with his stamina, but he would go down on you in between rounds, to really drag out both your pleasure and his.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

           Ben doesn’t own toys of his own and was a little surprised to find out that you owned a couple vibrators. He actually walked in on you using it when he came home from work and was immediately turned on. “Can I use it on you?” he huskily asked as he sauntered over to you, looking at you with hungry, lustful eyes. Ever since that day, Ben buys you a new toy every time he leaves to travel away for work.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

           Ben is a big goddamn tease in general. He knows how much he turns you on, so he’ll randomly walk around the house naked on the weekends just to tease you. Jokes on him because you do the exact same thing, and he caves in first most of the time, because seeing you do naked yoga flips a switch in his brain and he just has to have you.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

           Ben switches off: he’s a moaner and groaner for sure, but when he’s in a dominant mood, he’s a talker. “Tell me how good I make you feel” “Like that, babe?” “God, you’re so fucking tight, I can feel you clenching” When he entered you without a condom the first time, he let out this low groan mixed with a whimper. Ben wouldn’t be super obnoxiously loud, but load enough to know that he is thoroughly enjoying himself getting lost and finding his pleasure in you.

W = Wild Card (Just a random headcanon!)

           It turns Ben on to see you dance and move your body to the rhythm of the music. You love to dance and are quite good at it. You are the type of person that will hear a good beat and you will be on the dancefloor second later. You don’t need alcohol to dance and Ben loves how confident you are, especially when you are dancing. He loves dancing with you, feeling you body grind against his, with his hands placed firmly on your ass, letting all the guys in the club know that you’re his.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on underneath those pants…)

           Ben is above average, a grower not a shower, and has GIRTH… 😉 He knows what he’s doing and he lives to satisfy you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

           Ben has a high sex drive and needs to be satisfied often, whether it be you or his hand to take care of it. Your sex life is very healthy to say the least and that’s not gonna change anytime soon (or ever!).

Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards or in general.)

           When Ben is away shooting a film, he has a hard time sleeping without you. He finds comfort in being surrounded by your warmth, your body and your sweet aroma. So it’s not surprising sight to see Ben all over you especially when he comes home to you after a long shoot. This is obviously not a problem, because you missed him just as much, if not, more.

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Episode 3: Across the River and into the Trees

Hello, I’m Fwee, a mature and responsible adult who is absolutely not imitating a Labrador wagging its entire butt with its tail. Of course not. It’s rude of you to assume I am. Honestly. I’m just here, with my drinks and tissues and pillows, watching some Nanner Fish. A normal hoomun.

This is The Episode, if I’ve got my timing right!

A second in and already more beautiful scenery. Thank you, Mappa! The prison looks so much better in the morning. A screenshot from last episode for comparison:

Impressive.

Is anyone familiar with legalese because this sounds like a giant lie. Does anyone know????

Hirata Hiroaki is doing an amazing job. My heart. This is exactly the Max Lobo I heard in my head whenever I read Nanner Fish. Q vQ <3 

Max in a nutshell, guys. Never change, Max. Never change.

You survived ‘Nam, Max, you can survive prison. Or Iraq. Afghanistan? Nope, I was right. It’s Iraq in the anime timeline. You have swole army arms, Max! Swole!

Charlie absolutely not bringing up the fact that, unlike many in the prison (most likely), he’s army trained. 

Eiji: Master of the Oblivious Guilt Tripping. He’s a nine-dan. 

I absolutely believe that Max picked that book just as a token symbol of protest. Because Max is nothing if not a drama queen.

To be fair, Max, you have 15 years on the kid. Just roll with it.

Oh Max, no. Your happy puppy expression hurts me. This is Ash Lynx, Max. His words hurt.

I warned you. Q vQ

That’s Ash, Max. It’ll never grow on you, but you’ll get used to it. Or not. 

I’m sorry. I’m laughing so hard. Elite hoodlum. What’s even better is that every time they say “chinpira” I think of a low level yakuza with a popped collar, horrendously flashy shirts (think tiger button ups), and a blazer. Super imposing that onto Ash is hilarious and the best thing. 

Gorgeous. Gorgeous. *blows kisses at Mappa*

*hysterical laughter*

Live in hope, Max, live in hope. Your dreams are going to be your only salvation.

Ash’s face. *SNERK* 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaash. Maaaaaaaaaaaaax. Max, breathe.

0 to 9,000. Good job, Ash! I’m laughing at that carrot that overlaps with Ash’s leg: the colors are so close they blend, it loses its third dimension and looks an awful lot like confetti. Let’s pretend everyone is celebrating that Ash kicked this creep in the face.

Charlie owes you several lifetimes’ worth of big times, Max. You just don’t know it yet.

I’m left to believe that these guards are very incompetent. The true crime shows I watch has lead me to believe that guards are supposed to pat down inmates before they’re allowed back into their cells or solitary. That, or I’ve been lied to. 

Or: Ash is very good at squirreling away forks.

It’s probably a little of each column, huh.

PLOOOOOOOOT!!!

OKAY GUYS, A TINY BIT OF BACKGROUND SINCE I DON’T WANT TO SPEND TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS. BE WARNED, SOME POTENTIAL SPOILERS AHEAD: 

So, in the original manga, this was set right after the Vietnam War, during a period in which the US govt was doing some skeevy shit (not that it is absolutely squeaky clean now, but that’s another thing entirely) which included MK Ultra. If y’all want a quick and dirty low-down on MK Ultra, just check out Wiki. Anyways, this is significant because the govt’s drug of choice was LSD, it occurred around the same time period as the ‘Nam War, and their goal was, well...

If you were aware of these things while reading the manga, this was a huge clue as to what “Banana Fish” might actually be. This is one of the huge weaknesses in bringing the show into the present day, I think, since it loses some of this nuance. But that’s just me being nit-picky, I guess. 

BACK TO THE SHOW: You are most definitely correct, Dr. Meredith, without a doubt. 

Still the 5 billion dollar question, Ash. The question everyone wants answered.

*strangled noises* So beautiful. So much awful. Why this juxtaposition.

*screeches* BAD TOUCH DINO, BAD TOUCH DINO, BAD TOOOOUCH.

CSMDKFMWOIFJMDSLKF. LOOKIT THIS TINY BABY CHILD!! SAVE HIIIIIIM! SAVE HIM!!!!

SOMEONE LOP OFF DINO’S GROSS HAND. MCLKSDMFLSDF.

Skiiiiiippppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeer......

MY HEART. THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB IMPROVING ON THIS IN THE ANIME. The manga comparison:

I BELIEVE IN YOU, ASH.

BOOOOOOOO. THEY TONED DOWN ASH’S SASS!

THIS IS THE SASSY BOY I KNOW AND LOVE. I REMEMBER YOU, ASH! *blows kisses*

Or this was a decision the translator made for the manga. Either way, infinitely more fond of this interpretation. u vu <3

One: HNNNNNG, GORGEOUS. I LOVE ALL THE DETAIL ON THE STAIRWELL, DO PRISON STAIRWELLS ACTUALLY LOOK THIS LOVELY???

Two: CMKSLDMFLSFD. Fucking hell.

Even the books on their shelves are beautifully rendered. *totally missing the point*

Doc, please never treat a rape survivor like this. 8/

The way Ash asks for a capsule will never fail to make me giggle. He sounds like a spoiled child.

*sighs* I know this is the same background but I seriously love the textures for the room. Mappa really is outdoing themselves.

Resident asshole cook, Sanji, is channeling his captain, Luffy, in a New York prison and about to summarily get his ass stabbed by a pissed off blond child with no time for shenanigans: more at 12.

*wriggles in seat with excitement* *plays the maracas* WHO’S EXCITED.

Hmmmmm, new exposition to match the Iraq timeline, huh? Interesting.

Wait, is this the new reason why they head to LA?

Oooooor not???

Just new exposition for the new Iraq plot line???

Seriously, the art direction!!! *BLOWS SO MANY KISSES AT MAPPA*

Oh, my heart. My soft, squishy, little baby heart.

*clutches chest* Ash... *makes strangled dying manatee noises about all the reasons why Ash has so many trust issues*

ASH, PLEASE...

Just leave me to drown in this salty sea of tears. 

*helpless hysterical giggling* Ash sure is turning on the charm.

Well... to be fair... both are one year away from majority in their homelands, so... maybe, emotionally around the same place?

Ash’s love and loyalty for his boys. *clenches fist* I have feelings and they are strong.

Fuck Arthur with a spiked baseball bat. 8(

Oh, Max... so much of your life is wrapped up in guilt... 8( 8( 8(

Oh my fucking god, the music. *light porn disco music starts*

*cracking up*

SOMEONE SAVE ME I CAN’T BREATHE I AM LAUGHING SO HARD. THE MUSIC, THE AMOUNT OF TIME THAT PASSES. ASH CASUALLY STROKING EIJI’S FACE AND HAIR. EIJI JUST GOING ?????? LIKE A DEER CAUGHT IN HEADLIGHTS. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. *wheezes*

EIJI, YOU’VE GOT THE REFLEXES OF A CAT TWO YEARS DEAD AND BURIED.

LITERAL TEARS. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. IBE, CHARLIE --YOUR FACES!!!

YoI babies, please don’t expect anything more than this if the anime sticks to the mango. Y’all won’t get more hanky panky than this.

THE SILENT CONVERSATION! O vO

THE FUCKING WINK AND STAR. I’M DYING. MAPPA PLEASE.

ARREST THEM AND CHARGE THEM FOR MY MURDER.

IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK, IBE!

Eh, you may be right on that point.

I love Ibe. I love his face. Heeee.

The #1 thing I took away from Nanner Fish about prisons was that capsules are invaluable and that I should French kiss my besties as a way to pass messages. My messages would probably be screaming for help, but that’s just me. I wouldn’t last in prison.

Look at that reflection on the picture hung on the wall??? Hnnnnnnnnnnng. Mappa, please. You’re doing indecent things to my  heart.

*more strangled noises over Mappa’s gorgeous backgrounds*

Booooooo. Eiji, you’re going out in that?

#1 thing I will miss about original Nanner Fish mango is Eiji looking 80′s fabulous as he goes into Chinatown.

But mostly this:

ICONIC.

WOULDN’T IT BE MELTED BY THE TIME HE GOT BACK, IBE????

HOLY SHIT, MAPPA. YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME.

*high pitched noises* Lookit that. That’s gorgeous. Dino’s a leazebag but that’s... hnnnnng.

Wait, are you wearing the same clothing, Arthur?

(He is.)

It’s okay. Your voice is the only lovely thing about you. Keep talking.

Smooth as fine chocolate. u 3u

One: Fuck off, Arthur.

Two: *HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER* THE SOFT PORN DISCO MUSIC IS BACK. Not quite Hawaiian shirt, but A+++ for effort. 

*cries* You’re so pink, Eiji.

LOOKIT HIS PANTS. HIS CUTE BANANA LEAF PANTS. EIJI, PLEASE.

Fuck Arthur. Leave my Shorter alone.

Y’all aren’t gonna tell him to be careful about using Shorter’s name?

I AM SO RELIEVED THEY LEFT NADIA’S CHARACTER DESIGN ALONE. HI NADIAAAA.

CRYING. YOU ARE SO CUTE, MR. CHANG.

SERIOUSLY, THAT ATTENTION TO DETAIL. MUWAH. Also: suspicious person alert. Poor Eiji isn’t trained for counter-surveillance. Q vQ

I’D LIKE SOME FREE WONTON SOUP TOO, MR. CHANG. PLEASE.

Don’t forget Ibe’s sundae, Eiji!!

*blows kisses at Mappa*

*dying manatee noises* Maaaaaaaaaaaax. Q AQ

*blows even more kisses at Mappa* Muwah. Muwah. u 3u <3

All together with me: FUCK OOOOOOOOOOOOFF ARTHUUUUUUUR.

But boy am I in love with your voice. u vu <3

Episode 3 is over and I’m excited for episode 4! More of my boy Shorter~~ Yes, good. I’m excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s been a super long day, so I hope y’all have had a better day than me! <3

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[citrusrei]

X-44 Land.

Reader x J-Hope - BTS (ZombieApocalypse!AU) Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, kinda smutty in dis one? Synopsis: The times and trials of people trying to make it in a world that’s heading for ashes. Word Count: 12.7k Part 1 of ?

Playlist: Little Secrets - Passion Pit, In Case of Rapture - As Tall As Lions, Circles - Thrice, Last Man Standing - People In Planes, Rose Golden - Kid Cudi ft.Willow

AN: *mentions of death and gore* I’m gonna put a TW up on this as it’s a pretty graphic (I mean obviously it’s a zombie apocalypse AU :/) but just a warning! Let me know how ya like it! <3

Everything I loved, became everything I lost.

        If you remembered back to the time where you felt peace; where you felt a complete calm, no fear running through your veins, no worries running through your mind, nothing but happiness and ease, when would that be?

You could almost taste the memory on the tip of your tongue. The summer before the outbreak. Thankfully, strain X-44 decided to let you enjoy one last family outing, making its infamous appearance only a day after one of your favorite times of the year.  

It was Independence Day. Your family always threw a huge get together, inviting as many family members as your backyard could hold. Aunt, Uncles, Grandmas, Grandpas, Cousins, whether be second, third or fourth, hell, even removed, they'd be there. Cars lined the street late in the night, the entire block setting off fireworks into the stars as lightning bugs danced around the atmosphere and june bugs sang their songs of summer, celebrating national freedom.  

"Kids! The food's ready! Come eat!" Your mother yelled from the porch. A slur of screams and giggles as the children finished splashing their current opponent added to the cacophony of all the sounds of the evening. A repetitive pop song played from the stereo and numerous people swayed drunkenly to its beat, naturally.  

You sipped from the cold beer bottle in your hand casually even though you weren't of age. Your mother figured a few on the 4th of July couldn't be that bad and who was going to deny underage drinking? The sun was setting by now. The blistering heat from the day slowly dissipating into a mild breeze while the mugginess remained. You sighed as you ran your fingers through your damp hair, still drying from the trip to the pool nearly an hour ago. This humidity being your only concern.

"Why the long face, cuzzo?" Your cousin Lea asked, elbowing you gently on the arm as she sat next to you on the porch step.  

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how frizzy my hair is going to be after it dries." You laughed, taking another sip from the bottle.

"Just throw it up! You look cute with your hair up anyways. That boy you like show?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you recalled the day before of running into your high school crush and inviting him to your family's get together. It was a weak move.

"Who? Jackson Wang? No, he didn't. I didn't think he would anyways. He's probably up at that lake house he always talks about with Kwon Minah. Oh well." Lea smiled at you. She'd always admired your nonchalant attitude, even if it was a façade.  

"Well, fuck him. Not... literally though. He doesn't sound like he's worth it."

You side-eyed her, knowing she was right, "Yeah... but he's really cute."

Lea loudly giggled at your wallowing and playfully hit your shoulder, "Come on! The burgers are gonna be cold by the time we get to them and you know I hate cold food." She huffed, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the table with an uncanny amount of different foods.

"Oh look, Uncle Joe brought his pasta salad." She whispered, piling her plate high with macaroni and cheese.

"The one that tastes like stale cardboard?" Lea snickered at your remark, nodding her head. Before you could add anything else to the conversation, the sliding glass door opened, revealing your cousin fresh from his first year of college. The lot of your family cheered and howled at his arrival, acting as though they hadn't seen him in 20 years.

"Namjoon!" Lea hollered, setting her plate on the picnic table. The tall man made his way over to the both of you, hugging you tightly.

"Lea, (Y/N)! It's been so long!" He grinned.

"Yeah, nearly a year ya bastard!" She shouted, playfully slapping his arm.  

"Yeah, I know. I need to make it a better habit of coming home more often, huh?"  

The two caught up with each other and you decided you couldn't wait any longer to eat dinner but before you sat down, you saw a dark haired head poked from behind Namjoons shoulder. You curiously peeped your head around him only to be met with the eyes of a stranger. His eyes widened at your action before turning into half moons as he nervously waved to you. You did the same.

"So yeah, Calcul-Oh, I'm so sorry. This is my friend, Hoseok. He didn't have anything else to do so I invited him to the party. I figured that wouldn't be a big deal?" Namjoon said, bringing his smaller friend into view.

"Nope! Not a problem at all! Nice to meet you Hoseok. I'm Lea and this is (Y/N), we're Namjoon's cousins."

Hoseok nodded, "Oh yes, I've heard lots of stories about you guys from Namjoon."

"Only good ones I hope!" You added, causing the others to laugh.

"Only good ones." He smiled.

After a while of talking, you found out that Hoseok grew up a couple of states over in a small farming town which you thought didn't suit him that well. He seemed more, updated? Modern? Definitely not the type of boy to grow up on a farm, tending to pigs and chickens all day. You also found out he was majoring in child education with a minor in psychology which is how he met Namjoon. A cute country boy who not only loved kids but modern day science and medicine? This guy was a keeper and by the end of the night, you couldn't even remember Jacqueline Tang or whatever his name was.

"You should just stay the night, Namjoon! There's room in the basement for you and Hoseok." Lea begged, giving her best puppy dog eyes to the taller man but failing due to her being heavily intoxicated.

"Nah, we're gonna crash at a friend of mine's from High School. I'll see you guys tomorrow though?" You and Lea nodded, hugging Namjoon goodbye.

"It was nice meeting you, Hoseok." You mused.

"Yeah, you too." His smile could have cured cancer, at least you thought. It was brighter than any star or sun you'd seen and you wanted nothing else than to see more of it.

"Okay ladies, get as much sleep as possible cause we're going to be here 8 am, sharp okay? We want to get to this waterpark right as it opens." Once again, the both of you nodded, bidding the boys adieu and locking your front door behind you.

"Hoseok is cute isn't he? A little too young for me though, dang it," Lea joked, "Maybe you should go for it?"

"What? I'm still in high school and he goes to a college 3 states away!"  

"You're so dramatic, you're a senior. It's legal. He seems nice. Just... think about it, okay? Let's go to bed. We have big day tomorrow." You let out a sigh before following Lea up the stairs to your bedroom. She was right, it wasn't like you'd get in trouble for anything and he was a really nice guy. All this thinking was hurting your tipsy brain.

Let's just see what happens tomorrow, you thought, tucking yourself into the warm sheets and drifting off in the blink of an eye.

Just like Namjoon said, they were there at 8:00 am on the dot, cooler filled with drinks and snacks, bags packed with sunscreen, towels, clothes and blankets. All that was left to put in the car was the two of you.

"Wow, you guys are really prepared, aren't you?" Lea said, stuffing her bag into the trunk.

"Better to be over-prepared than under, right?" Namjoon smiled, taking a sip from his orange flavored soda and jumping back into the drivers seat.

The drive there was filled with lots of talking and horrible singing to the songs on the radio, especially between you and Hoseok. The two of you spoke as if you'd been friends for a decade. It almost scared Namjoon how similar your tastes were. You both liked the same music, the same sports team, the same drink, hell even the same brand of chocolate. Cadbury, to be specific. It was weird. Like some missing piece to you you didn't even know was missing. Lea pointed it out every chance she got. When Hoseok and Namjoon would get into a conversation of their own, she'd turn to you and gush on and on about what a 'match made in heaven' the two of you were, to which, you'd just roll your eyes and hush her.

"Finally!" Lea howled as soon as the park entered her view.  

Namjoon pulled into an empty parking spot that thankfully was near the entrance. You had arrived 10 minutes before the park even opened yet numerous families and couples lined up, waiting for the time the gates would open and they could enjoy the day splashing in the sun.

You reached into your purse in search of your sunglasses, Lea doing the same to hers.

"Ow!" She yelped, bringing out her finger and stuffing it into her mouth.

"You okay?" You asked, eyeing her as you placed the shades a top of your head.  

She nodded, finger still stuck in between her teeth as she nodded, "Yeah, just got stabbed by something in my purse. It's fine though! Namjoon brought a first aid kit!"

"You ready, ladies?" Namjoon shouted from the trunk. Lea immediately forgot about her finger as she slung her bag over her shoulder and hopped out of the truck. You laughed at her antics. She was older than you by almost a decade yet the two of you were insanely close. She was your shoulder to lean on, your advice giver, your best friend, really. She could turn any situation into a giggle fest just by her ditziness alone. That was the quality of her you loved the most. A stereotypical blonde, and proud.

The four of you trekked up to the line which was already moving by the time you reached it. A group of kids and their parents chatted rather loudly, not that it bothered you though. You were just as excited as them. Another man a few people ahead of you was in some sort of coughing fit. He looked sickly pale with dark, deep set bags under his eyes as he choked into his fist. What you assumed was his wife turned to him, scowling harder and harder every time he coughed.

"Oh, Howard! Keep that cough under control! Maybe we shouldn't have come!" You heard her yell, numerous heads swiveling to the drama unfolding before them, including the kids behind you.

"Now, Martha, please keep your voice down. You know how bad Nathan wanted to-" Was all he could get out before coughing out another lung and digging into his floral patterned shirt in search of a used hanky. It was then you noticed the small boy at his feet, clutching on to said shirt. His round, blue eyes peered up to his father, concern and worry swimming through them. He had to have been no more than 5 years old. Your heart clenched at the sight and you silently wished that you'd never be in a marriage with as much resentment as that. You could literally see the regret and unhappiness drip from woman's face. All that scowling really aged her.

"Great start to the day, huh." Hoseok smiled, trying to make light of the situation.

"What? Oh, yeah. Poor guy. He's got a cold and his wife couldn't care less. It makes me sad." You said. The solemnness in your tone surprised Hoseok, but not unpleasantly. He liked that you were sensitive in that way, showed him a bit more of your character.

"My guess is that they had a couple of dates, she got knocked up and he felt bad so they got married. Not much love could come from a situation like that." He sighed.

"Maybe. But still. It's not hard to be nice. Especially when someone's sick like that." Hoseok nodded along with you, completely agreeing.

After what seemed like 5 hours, you all made it to the front of the line and purchased your tickets. You followed Namjoon who as always, naturally led the pack wherever he deemed fit. Thankfully, he found the perfect spot to set up the blanket and cooler. Right under a huge oak tree, not too far from the concession stand and bathrooms yet in perfect reach from the best waterslides and rides.

"Let's go get wet then!" Lea cheered, running towards the open pool and diving right in, completely not realizing the small innuendo she'd said.

You giggled after her and pulled your over shirt off, revealing the small two piece you'd purposely wore today. Hoseok swallowed the hard lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, coughing slightly as he attempted to avert his gaze. His little fit however, did not go unnoticed.

"Let's go!" You said, playfully slapping Hoseok's shoulder before running after Lea.

"Yeah... let's go." He whispered, but to no one in particular. 

The morning went on without a hitch, besides the misstep of forgetting to put on sunscreen and having to wait until you were dry to put some on. There was no way Hoseok was going to see you looking like a lobster today, uh-uh.  

Before you knew it, the sun was peaked in the sky. It's rays flared down, warming the cold waters and kissing your skin. It was only half past noon, but the four of you had turned at least two shades darker. Hoseok looked amazing, like more amazing than he did last night when his hair was parted down the middle and wearing the jeans that shamelessly accented his butt perfectly. But now, he had you drooling. His tanned skin worked perfectly with his hair color and the swimming shorts he wore left very little to the imagination. Not to mention his physique. You remembered from last night that he mentioned he danced but, damn, you weren't expecting this.

"Hey! I'm getting kind of hungry, what about you guys?" Lea said, doggy paddling her way over to where you and the boys waded.  

"Yeah I could go for something." You agreed, regretfully pulling your gaze from Hoseok. The boys hummed in agreement and followed you out of the water, taking their time to let the water drip from their body.

"Why don't you, Hoseok and Lea get something? I'll stay here and watch our stuff, okay?" Namjoon suggested as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

"Sounds good to me." The others nodded along, patting down their bodies to get rid of any excess water.  

The sun's heat could be felt 100 times more now that you didn't have the water to cool you down and even though you'd put on numerous layers of sunscreen, your main fear was that it was going to fail and you'd end up looking like a tomato. Well, that and plus it'd be painful. Sunburn was no joke.

"So, what sounds good?" Hoseok asked as he skimmed the menu, breaking you from your thoughts.

"I don't know... uh, maybe cheese fries?"  

Hoseok hummed, raising his eyebrows, "Maybe we could get cheese fries and share them, that way we could get like a hot dog too?" You smiled to him and nodded. Naturally, you could eat a whole order of cheese fries by yourself, but if he wanted to share with you then who were you to deny him?

"I think I'll get cheese fries too. Oh, and a funnel cake! What do you think Namjoon will want?" Lea chimed. But before you or Hoseok could put in your input, a small crowd of people surrounded a table only a few away from where you were standing.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you wandered to the sight.  

"(Y/N), um, maybe you should stay back here?" Hoseok warned, concerned at what was happening.

"It's probably just some kid who got sick!" Lea howled, beckoning you back with her hand, "Let's order, I'm starving!"

However, you didn't listen. You held up a finger, telling them to give you just a minute. The crowd grew larger and the hushes amongst the onlookers turned into booming echoes gossiping about whatever was happening. An onsite paramedic pushed his way through the dense crowd quickly as he gripped the first aid kit.

"Move! Move! I need to get to the patient! Sir, are you okay? Can you hear me?" You heard him speak. Deciding to be a bit more nosy, you pushed through a couple more people so you could get a good look at what was happening.

It was a man, probably in his early 20's. He was convulsing and he looked gauntly pale. Heat stroke? You thought. There was something unsettling about the situation, though. This wasn't any kind of heatstroke you'd seen. He twisted and shook, he arms and legs snapping in different directions, so loud that you could have swore they were breaking.

"Help him! He's seriously wrong!" A girl yelled, clutching the side of the paramedics arm. You presumed it to be his girlfriend. "Yeah!" The crowd jeered, "Help him!"  

A look of annoyance appeared on the paramedics face. He was trying to do his job, it was just hard with all the surrounding chaos.

"I'm trying! Miss, was anything wrong with him before? Too much sun? Did he eat something wrong? Have any allergies?" He quizzed, picking up the man's arm and injecting an IV into it.

"No, no! No allergies, he's been in the shade so not that! He ate some kimbap I brought from home and then he started acting like this!" She sobbed, the tears streaming from her eyes as if she were a river.

"What was in the kimbap, Miss?"

"Uh-um, radish, carrot, egg, ch-chicken? I-I don't remember fully, I just threw stuff together!" The paramedic looked deep in thought as he steadied his grip on the patient before turning to his walkie-talkie, asking for a gurney.

"Don't worry, we'll get him better." He smiled, "Now, the rest of you-" Before he could finish his sentence, the man in his arms seemed to stop convulsing and only seconds later, he pounced.  

The man took after the paramedics neck, sinking his teeth into his flesh as if it were as soft as butter. The gurgled screams of the paramedic could be heard miles away. It imprinted itself in your mind as did the sight in itself. The man's girlfriend jumped back, her eyes widening as she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. The crowd dispersed immediately, everyone running off to their families in an attempt to escape. Their shrill shouts and yelps were the only thing that could be heard.

You knew what this was. There were numerous shows on TV about it, hundreds of movies. Not in a million years did you think it'd ever happen, but you were no fool. It was exactly the same.

It was like you'd turned into stone. You could only watch as people shoved and pushed you in whichever direction as they booked it to the exit. You were stuck and you knew that if you didn't get your mind back on track, you were next.

Time seemed to pass in minutes as the people ran, screaming for their lives but in reality no more than 10 seconds had passed. 10 seconds into the initial bite; the one that would start it all. He ripped and chewed into the paramedics neck like some dog toy but after the 10 second mark, he flung himself off, diving for the terrified girl on the ground and doing the same to her.

Your eyes reluctantly traveled to the paramedic. It was the same; the convulsions, the snapping and contortions but it was quicker this time, and then he was on his feet. His hungry gaze set on you.

A crackled snarl echoed from his bloodied mouth before he took off after you. This was it. You'd just met the man of your dreams and in a day he was being taken away from you. Well, you were being taken away from him but still. Your stone body turned to water as you felt the fear run from your head to your toes, your knees giving way as you accepted what was about to happen. You were going to become one of those things.  

Your eyes fluttered shut as you sent a quick prayer of forgiveness, hoping to go somewhere nice after your imminent death. You braced yourself for the bite, for the pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, your eyes opened and what you saw made you wish you did in fact get bit.

Lea stood before you, pushing the beast from you as his teeth locked into her arm, "Hoseok! A little help here!" You don't know where he got it, but what looked to be an ice pick of sorts was gripped tightly in his hand as he came up behind it hesitantly, waging a war with himself. Was he really capable of stabbing a guy? Like, this could just be a case of Mad Cow Disease or something and if it was and it comes out that he was the guy who killed some random person by stabbing him in the head, then he'd be locked up for years! Maybe even life!

"Hoseok!" Lea hissed, tears cascading from her blue eyes, "In the head. Do it now!" And without another word or second passing, he did it. He shoved the blunt pick through the skull of the paramedic with his eyes shut, a tight grimace settled on his face.

"Okay, fuck. Let's go before these two get handsy." Lea sighed, grabbing you from the ground and Hoseok from his state of shock.

Once a bit of distance was in between you and the concession stand, you slowed down, only a bit though. Other people and families rushed to the exit, foregoing their belongings. As long as they could get out of this place, they'd be okay. But the front gate was practically a buffet for the two zombie lovebirds back at concessions. You turned your head back as you walked with your arm around Lea. The two had found the lot of people and began their attack. Starting with a teenage boy in blue trunks.

10. 9. 8. 7.

Another bite.

6. 5. 4. 3.

Another.

2. 1.  

And that was all it took for the boy to change. He was as feral as the other two. Ten Seconds to change. Then that about Lea?

Your eyes cautiously gazed up to her. She looked pale, compared to her summer tan, nearly white. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were turning bloodshot, but she was determined to get you to Namjoon. Fuck, where was he?

"Lea, Lea wait." You said, setting her down on the pavement. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes and you didn't care if Hoseok saw them fall. He was still in a state of shock and it looked like he couldn't comprehend anything that was going on.  

"Lea... I'm so sorry." You choked. Your fingers ran through her bleached blonde locks as you cradled her head to your chest. She feebly lifted hers to grace your arm before uttering, "It’s okay, baby cuz'. I gotta protect my youngin's don't I?"  

You pulled her head back, looking into her orbs that were once a pearlescent shade of turquoise blue, now mimicking the color of a dusty ashtray. You were confused at where her newfound southern accent was coming from, but you decided to ignore it. Guilt ate away at you. This shouldn't be her. It should be you. You hated yourself for letting someone so precious to you do this. This wasn’t real, right? Just some sick, messed up dream.

"Hoseok... stab me." She mumbled, her eyes crossing slightly, her fingers beginning to twitch.

"No!" You barked, snatching her away, as far as you could from the sharp point.

"Babygirl," Lea cooed, her accent still there, "Let him do it! I don't wanna be one of them sick fucks! Stab me! Stab me!" She howled, her breathing becoming irate as you felt her heartbeat skyrocket. Every breath she took became louder, almost as if she couldn't breath, as if her lungs were filled with a thick mucus.  

"Lea! Why are you talking like that? You can't leave me. There has to be something we can do. Maybe, we can cut off the wound? Or maybe-"  

"Stop!" She screeched, the volume hurting your ears, "Stop, stop, stop, it's too late! It was always too late!" Her voice became maniacal as she broke into a loud laugh. It terrified you that she was acting like this. Was this part of the turning process?

"Stop! Get a hold of yourself! This isn't you!" You sobbed, the tears flowing at an unruly speed.

"Hoseok, stab me! Fucking do it!" She begged. He stepped closer, the pick shaking in his hand as he looked at the two of you unravel.

"No, please! Don't! Hoseok do-"

"Just do it!" She screamed. And before you could utter another word, Hoseok did it. It was quick and you prayed, painless.  

You couldn't breath. You couldn't think. You couldn't move. Your body had turned back into stone as you held onto Lea's lifeless body. Blood poured from the stab wound as he pulled the pick from her head, staining your hands and legs. In the distance you could hear someone calling for you, someone clutching your arm to take you away but you didn’t dare follow. You wanted to die too. How were you going to make it without her? A life without Lea was not a life at all.

Unfortunately, your body betrayed you as your legs mechanically followed wherever you being dragged off to. After some time, you stopped. Two voices in the background could be heard talking to one another. Something about a back exit, a slur of fuck's and whatever else. You couldn't hear much, not that you wanted to anyways. Once again, you were on the move and pretty soon, everything became dark.

You don't know how long had passed since you had blacked out, but when your eyes opened, the sun was almost set. Your surroundings consisted of Namjoon, Hoseok, a couple of bags in the back and a blanket and pillow for you. You sat up quickly, alarming Hoseok who looked back at you with heavy eyes. Namjoon glanced at you from the rear-view mirror, a sigh escaping his lips before attempting to smile to you.

"Hey, baby. How do you feel? Got a headache? Here, I've got some tylenol and water." You shook your head at his offer and leaned back into the seat. You didn't want to think, even though logically that wasn't possible. The images of earlier flashed through your mind and it made you sick to your stomach.

"Namjoon," You moaned, "Pull over."

He did as you asked and immediately you jumped out of the car, your knees still weak from earlier. But as soon as your feet planted themselves on the ground, you threw up any contents your stomach held.

"That's to be expected." Namjoon sighed, pulling your hair away from your face.  

Once your stomach was emptied, you leaned back against the truck, clutching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to settle the dull pain that was beginning to fester. In all honestly, you wanted to go back to sleep.

"So, it all happened. Everything that my brain keeps showing me? Like, the fucking outbreak, I assume we're going to call it? Lea... Lea begging to die?" Namjoon huffed, handing you a bottle of water to swish your mouth out with.

"Well, that's not what the media is calling it right now. They're calling it The Strain. A Strain of bird flu or some shit like that. Strain X-44."

"Where are we?" You asked.

"Mmm, about a couple hours outside of Arkansas?" He said, peeking into the woods surrounding you all.

"So like, Tennessee?" He nodded, reaching for the door handle to the truck, "Get in."

He looked tired and strung out which was more than acceptable considering the situation you were in as of now. You could only imagine how you looked. He looked as if he'd aged 10 years in the span of probably 6 hours. Seeing him like this always hurt your heart as it seemed like he felt the need to take on the role as leader. Sure, it was a nice gesture, but he deserved a break every now and then. You feel like you could already see it. Namjoon agreeing to take care of you and Hoseok until you find safety and even then, he's going to be your number one subordinate. Not that you minded in a way. Any way to stay close to someone as cunning and responsible as Namjoon was probably the only way you'd survive this thing.

"So, how long was I out?" You questioned, not bothering to put on your seatbelt.  

"Hm, maybe 5... 6 hours?"  

Subconsciously, you reached for the bag on the ground that you found surprisingly to be your purse. They must have grabbed it when we left the park? You thought. You dug around for your cell phone, considering it'd only been a few hours since the 'Strain' started, you figured there'd still be service. And there was. Numerous texts and calls from family members asking about yours, Namjoon's and Lea's whereabouts or 'are you okay?'s littered your phone which all seemed to stop around 3:00pm. You figured that Namjoon got in contact with them and let them know which you were thankful for. There was no way you could have told your Aunt about Lea. You bit back tears even thinking about it but blinked them away as you unlocked your phone.

Every social media site held different articles that meant the same thing. The ominous print of the black, bolded font: End of the World, was seen on each of them.

"So, here's the lay down," Namjoon began, "This... thing. The strain. It seems to be a lot more temperamental than people thought." His words were solid and thorough and something about it scared you, but you listened nonetheless.

"A lot happened while you were out. So, like I said, it's a strain of Bird Flu and the CDC thinks it came from a certain brand that sells poultry or whatever but the thing is that they sell to all over the country. We don't know if it was just the one chicken that had a bad batch or if it was the whole lot. But we've heard on the radio that it's popped up in other states already. Like, New York, Ohio, Florida, Washington? And other ones. Naturally, the Government is gonna conceal it and say that they have it under control, but fuck, you saw how quick those things turn. What was it? 15 secon-"

"10," You interrupted, "It takes 10 seconds. I-I counted."

"Fuck..." You heard Hoseok whisper, turning his head to the passing trees outside of the window.

"10 seconds. So it seems as though you turn in 10 seconds or you lose your mind and then turn. Fuck, I'm so sorry you had to see that, (Y/N). This shit moves fast. We stopped home, got some things and talked with yours and my parents. We're heading down to Arkansas to get in touch with Hoseok's parents and then we're heading to Texas to meet ours there. The Military have a quarantine zone until this gets figured out. Not that that is going to happen though. This is it." Namjoon was right- blunt, but right. There was no going back from this. Unless the CDC or Government or CIA or whatever held some cure that they had magically been working on, then this really was it. The End of the World.

A few more hours on the road, which surprisingly wasn't as busy as you'd think in the wake of a fucking zombie apocalypse, you made it to the small hometown of Hoseok's which was still relatively calm. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening here. People locking up their shoppes, heading to the safety of their own home. Stray people walked the streets in the main square and party goers yelled and cheered outside of some pub. It was too normal. They were going about completely undiscerned. Not aware of the alternative scenario that eventually would hit, even here.

"Do they not know?" You slipped, not meaning to say it out loud.  

Hoseok sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "Either that or they're in denial... It's a small town in Arkansas. No one is going to believe there's a zombie apocalypse looming. They're too Christian."

"Isn't there something in the bible that talks about the dead coming back to life, though? Like, in the End Days?" You pegged, becoming genuinely concerned for the safety of these people.

"I mean, maybe? I don't remember. I'd try and tell them, but they'd look at me like I were crazy. It's a lost cause. Let's just get to my house. It's a straight drive down the dirt road here, and then a sharp left at the stop sign."

Namjoon followed his directions and ended up at a big, white house. The paint chipped off the paneling partly due to its age but also because of the weather. It was a typical farm. The wrap around porch with the big, green oak tree in the front with the tire swing tied to a branch. The large, metal cylo in the back, hell, even the red barn that housed none other than the animals themselves.  

"Does your family take care of chickens?" Namjoon asked as he pulled into the driveway.

"… Yes. Do you think they'd be unsafe?" Hoseok quipped, his eyes widening.

"Well, considering that this started from a chicken, it'd be smart to stay away?" You both nodded, hopping out of the truck.

It smelled like hot manure to be frank. The temperature had to have been over 90 degrees during the day so it was only natural for a farm to smell like dung and animals. You winced as the array of smells that wafted through your nostrils and your hand almost went to cover your nose but you didn't want to seem rude.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). You'll get used to it." Hoseok smiled.

"I don't know how you endured this your entire life."

Suddenly, the screen door to the house swung open, revealing a small, older lady in a satin pink night gown and purple slippers holding a shotgun.

"Hoseok! Is that you?" She called, her hand shining a large flashlight at the young man. From first impressions, you were terrified of Hoseok's mother.  

"Yeah! It's me!" Hoseok howled back before turning to face you and Namjoon who'd finally met you on the other side of the truck, "Let's go, guys."

"A fucking shotgun?" Namjoon whispered, you clutched on to his arm as the nerves hit you.

Hoseok's mother set the shotgun down against a post on the porch and made her way to her son, her arms wide open.

"What are you doing home? And so late at night? It's 2am! Are you eating okay? Gosh, you look skinny. Come in and I'll make you some food. Are these your friends? You come in too, we'll introduce one another once we're inside."

You and Namjoon looked at each other before looking back to the older lady who ushered her son inside, scolding him further about how late it was and how she hates surprises, but followed anyways.

The interior matched the outside. Dated. Faded, floral wallpaper with a scuffed up white trim adorned the walls. Hardwood floors that were covered in round rugs and green furniture were also present. The only modern thing in the room seemed to be the large flat screen that was mounted against the wall and it's connected modem, blinking blue and green lights signaling its connected status. Pictures of Hoseok and his family decorated the walls along with random trinkets and knick knacks. It was very quaint, and it made you feel at home. It seemed like the first time, in a long time, that you could be at ease. Even though the feeling was faint and you knew it would be the only time you'd feel it for a while.

"So, what brings you here so late?" Hoseok's mother spoke, walking into the kitchen to fetch snacks and drinks for the lot of you.

"Mama, did you hear about what happened at the waterpark in Virginia?" He said evading the question.

She sighed deeply. It was clear to you that she was amongst the majority of the town. Either clueless, or didn't want to face the facts.

"I did. What was it for? Someone went a little off the wall and attacked somebody? I hope they have him in custody."

Hoseok winced. He knew how his mom was and he knew she was in denial. Unfortunately, knowing his mother, he knew there was no way to get through to her. But he'd be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

"No, Mama. We were there. Me, Namjoon and (Y/N)-"

"Oh, that's your names? It's nice to meet you both." She smiled, interrupting Hoseok.

"Me... and (Y/N)," He continued, his words strained, "We saw what-what happened. It wasn't a crazy psycho killer. I-It was something else. He... He bit the paramedic and then the paramedic turned into what he was and then his girlfriend and then... (Y/N)'s cousin. They all changed or were changing into things that ate each other."

Namjoon and you sat there quietly, listening and taking in everything Hoseok was saying. It looked as though the information was going in one ear and out the other as his mother sipped on her tea.  

"Hoseokie..." She cooed, "I know what I think you saw, but I don't think that's right. The government is telling us not to worry and that they have everything under control. We need to trust them!"

Hoseok looked at his mother with wide eyes. Deep in his heart he knew it was a waste of breath but he couldn't get himself to give up.

"Mother! I know what we saw! I stabbed them in the head! Lea and the paramedic! They're dead! They turned into fucking zombies-"

"Hoseok, your language!" She hissed.

"No, Mother! I'm telling you this so we can take precautions! It comes from birds and it's probably in the air somehow getting them sick. You have chickens. They're infected! You need to pack your bags and come with us to Texas to the quarantine zone until they get this figured out."

Hoseok's mother shook with anger, her filled tea cup threatened to spill over the edges as she tried to formulate her words. Gently, she set her cup down with a small clink and sighed.

"I'm not going anywhere. Not until your father is feeling better. And even then! How am I supposed to just up and leave?"

Hoseok looked defeated. There was no way to convince his family to meet him in Texas no matter how hard he tried to convince or beg or whatever. They were too set in their ways. He had been right about this town, it was a lost cause.  

"Fine, don't come." He finally caved. His voice was shaky and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes and you had to look away to stop yourself from crying. You couldn’t help it. After losing Lea today, your emotions were scattered and fried and you knew where Hoseok was coming from. If they weren't going to go, he was going to lose them too. In a scenario like this, loss is inevitable, however that doesn't mean you won't try to change it. But unfortunately, there's only so much you can do. Hoseok's parents; this town, they're food for the undead.

Suddenly, a loud rattle shook the walls from upstairs. Each of you looked towards the sound and then to one another and then to Hoseok's mother who sipped on her tea once again. She stood, wiping her hands on the front of her nightgown, and then clasping her hands together and smiling.

"So! Is anyone hungry? I made a blueberry pie yesterday!" Your stomach rumbled at the mention of food. You couldn't even remember that last time you ate? Was it the 4th of July party? It's been a whole 24 hours plus! Blueberry pie does sound amazing too, you thought.

"What was that?" Namjoon asked. Bringing your attention from the pie back to reality.

Hoseok's mother stopped in her tracks and turned slowly back to the lot of you, her face unreadable.

"What was what?" She feigned but, Namjoon was not in the mood for games.

"That sound. That fucking loud bang that we all heard." Her eyes (and your's and Hoseok's) widened at Namjoon's tone. This was him though, his personality. The boss.

"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about but I don't appreciate your to-"

"Oh, you didn't hear it? So you don't mind if I go and check it out then?" Namjoon interrupted, standing from the couch and heading over to the staircase. Out of reflex, you followed him. At first it was because you didn't want him to go up there but curiosity got the better of you.

You, Namjoon and Hoseok climbed the rickety staircase and were met with a single hallway. It held 4 doors, two on each side and an open closet at the end.  

"Split up?" Namjoon offered.  

You scowled, "What are we? Fucking Mystery Inc. From Scooby Doo? No splitting up."

Hoseok sighed, pushing past the two of you to the room at the end of the hall and creaking the door open to a small sliver.

"Dad? Are you okay in here?" He asked in a small, hushed voiced. It was quiet. Hoseok figured he was sleeping and he didn't want to disturb a man who'd been on the farm working all day in the blazing sun but when he turned to step away from the threshold, a muffled gurgle rang through the air.  

Your blood went cold at the sound. As a reflex, your clammy hands reached for Namjoon's arm, clutching onto him for safety. Hoseok stood tight lipped at the door. His grip on the bronze door knob turned solid as his knuckles changed to white. His mother snuck up behind you and Namjoon, poking her head around your shoulder. Her hand beckoned Hoseok back as she whispered for all of you to follow her downstairs to "talk", but none of you moved.

Hoseok opened the door wider, just enough to slip his hand in to find the light switch and once it was flipped, he opened it fully. His father laid there, his chest gently rising and falling with each breath he took. Hoseok took one of his own in relief as a loud snore shook through his father. Your eyes looked up to him expectantly to which he returned with a smile. Alleviation washed through you only somewhat considering what was still going on in the outside world.

"So, now that you know it's nothing. I'll show you to your room." Hoseok's mother piped in.

"Our rooms?" Namjoon questioned. He was not comfortable at all with the idea of staying the night somewhere that wasn't in the quarantine zone.

"Just stay the night. Get your rest, I'll pack some food and water for you guys and then head on to Texas in the morning." You nodded. You couldn’t argue with that. Even though you'd slept 6 hours in the car, it was nearly 3 in the morning and sleep was calling your name. A bed sounded perfect.

"We'll stay," You decided, garnering a dirty look from Namjoon, "Thank you for the hospitality."

She smiled slightly before heading to the closet and grabbing towels and sheets, "Okay, the room right across from ours is where you and Namjoon will be staying. It's Hoseok's older sisters. There's bunk beds in there. Also, here are sheets in case it gets too cold and towels for a shower. A day on the road can get a bit grimy."

You smiled back, grabbing the items from Hoseok's mom and making your way to the end of the corridor.

"(Y/N)!" Hoseok called, you hummed in response.

"About earlier. I shouldn't have mentioned Lea like that. I know it's still sen-"

"Stop." You whispered, "It's okay. I don't want to talk about Lea anymore, alright? Now, I'm going to shower. I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"Yeah, see you in the morning. Goodnight, (Y/N)." Hoseok said, squeezing your arm as a form of endearment.

"Goodnight."

It felt as though you'd only closed your eyes for a few seconds before the rooster sang it's song of morning at the crack of dawn. It's tune woke you in an instant. The light from the sun barely flooded the room with it's pale blue shade that twisted with the incoming pinks and oranges. You sighed quietly, your mood soured that you were so easily woken while Namjoon snored the air away only a couple of feet from you. You endured a couple more minutes of tossing and turning, praying that you could sleep for at least another half hour. But, to no avail. The sun decided to rise quickly this morning and the room was already heating up. Looks like you were up for the day.

As you sat up on the lower bunk (avoiding to bump your head), you got a good look of Hoseok's sisters room. There were pictures on the desk and walls of which you assumed to be her in different situations such as a elementary soccer team, or prom. A dresser with a vanity was placed in the corner that held different lotions and perfumes and nail polishes atop it. The walls were a dusty rose color that matched the dusty beige carpet. It seemed to be a typical girls room that grew up in it. Changing over the years as she entered her different phases and tested new things. However, for a girl who moved out of her childhood home, it seemed as though she left quite a bit of stuff. It could have been that she took nothing at all.

As you sat there wondering why she'd leave all this stuff behind, a soft knock broke you from your thoughts and at the door stood Hoseok himself. He waved you over with his hand and mouthed 'follow me' so considering you had nothing else to do, you listened.

The two of you made your way down the stairs as quietly as you could and settled at the kitchen table. The sun had made it's appearance and there was something somber about how the corals mixed with the blue sky of the day and night.  

A few minutes passed of nothing; no talking, no looks, hell, it seemed as if he wasn't breathing either! So you were the first to break the silence.

"H-How'd you sleep?" You said, your voice a bit gravelly from not talking in however many hours.

Hoseok sighed and glanced up to you only briefly before looking back to his held together hands, mindlessly playing with his fingers.  

"I slept okay. Y'know, all 15 minutes of it."  

"Why couldn't you sleep?" You asked, already sensing Hoseok was not in a good mood this morning.

"How could you sleep at all?" He hissed, his eyes turning hard and his lips into a thin line, "After everything that happened yesterday... Every time I close my eyes I see those-those things. I see what I did to that paramedic a-and Lea."  

The mention of your cousin made your heart flip and your stomach turn, but you knew you couldn't throw up even if you tried. Hoseok was dealing with the guilt, but it was as if he failed to see that it was the only thing he could have done. There's no cure in this type of thing. The paramedic was already gone, there was no saving him. And with Lea, maybe you could have cut her arm off to avoid the infection spreading but that was a slim chance. She'd already lost her mind. Not to mention if it worked, she could have bleed out or it could have got infected and she would have gotten sick and died anyways. He did the right thing, no matter how much it hurt.

"Hoseok," You began, your hand gliding over to his, "what you did at the park yesterday... It was the only thing you could have done, you know that right?"  

He sat there a moment, his eyebrows raising as tears threatened to spill and he shook his head.

"No, no. There was another way, there had to have been! I didn't have to kill them." Hoseok's words made you shake your head as well. Your hand fit into his and you squeezed it tightly in an attempt to keep him from turning hysterical. He squeezed back just as hard, his other hand coming to cover the both of them.

"No, that's not true and don't think that it is." You scolded. He seemed to calm down at this.

"You did what was right. You saved me, Hoseok. And-and, you saved Lea too. She didn’t want to be one of those things. No matter how much I opposed it at the time, I'm glad you did it. I didn't want to see her as one of those things either. A fucking... zombie. Ugh, I hate that word."

Hoseok took in everything you said to him with a heavy heart. It felt like minutes were passing in silence before he uttered, "I'm sorry."

His unheld hand made it's way to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. When did he get this close?

"Don't be sorry... not anymore."  

With a deep breath, Hoseok moved closer. His breath ghosted over your lips in such an intimate way that you thought you'd pass out from all the blood flooding to your head.

"Thank you."

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was like fire as his mouth moved with you. It burned up every fiber of your being. His lips were insanely soft yet a little chapped but you didn't mind it. Your connected hands separated to grab one another closer, as if you'd both disappear if you didn't. His stayed firmly planted at your cheek while the other went for your neck. His lips never missed a beat, even as he snaked his tongue into your mouth.  

It was as if the world around you had vanished. There was no more worry, no more fear, no more apocalypse. It was just you and Hoseok as if it'd always been that way. Like the two missing puzzle pieces were put back together and even if the rest fell apart, you'd always be able to find these two.

In all honestly, you could have stayed like this forever. His mouth on yours. His hands weren't even roaming! Like, how much of a gentleman was this guy? Your bodies moved closer and you were practically on top of him at this point. Your hands on his shoulder glided down to his chest. His toned body didn't surprise you that much cause you knew he danced but even with this small taste, it made you moan, the heat from your head moving south. Just a little whimper left your throat and it seemed to change something in Hoseok. Suddenly, his hand on your cheek fell to your waist, pulling you on to his lap. A not so little something poked your thigh as your hips grazed his causing you to smile into the kiss. Deciding to tease him a bit, you grinded down, just enough to cause a little reaction. He groaned a guttural growl, his fingers on your waist digging into your flesh.

But before the two of you could go any further, the stairs creaked signaling someone was coming down. You flung yourself off of Hoseok's body with wide eyes, thankfully landing back into the kitchen chair. Hoseok scooted the chair far enough under the table to hide his little problem. He could barely look at you now. His mother turned the corner, surprised to see the both of you sitting there.

"Oh! I didn't know you two were awake! Hungry? I'll make something. Hoseok, go upstairs and wake up Namjoon. Breakfast will be ready shortly." He nodded quickly, and fled the room before he could embarrass himself further to which you only smiled at.  

"So, (Y/N)," His mother began, "How do you know Hoseok?" Her question kind of caught you off guard. It didn't seem like right now was the appropriate time to try and pry into her son's life.

"O-Oh, um. I'm Namjoon's cousin. I met him a couple of days ago at a family get together." She hummed, taking a tray of eggs from the fridge and cracking them directly on to the hot pan.

"I see. From the looks of it, the two of you seem close?" She hadn't seen what had happened, right? Unless she had some crazy ability to fly down the stairs almost silently. Or were there cameras that she had hidden around the house? Subconsciously, you looked around the room for anything that could be close to a camera as you answered her question.

"C-Close? No. I barely know him." The sound of sizzling was the only thing that could be heard as she planned her next phrase carefully.

"Do you want toast?" She asked. You nodded, quietly swallowing the lump in your throat that had seemed to have formed.

"Get the orange juice from the fridge, will you? Oh, and (Y/N)?"

"Hm?" You said as stood, reaching for the what she'd asked.

"Stay away from my son." Her tone was harsh and it surprised you. Before opening the fridge door, you turned to look at the older woman who was already facing you, your eyes widening in confusion.

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

"You heard what I said. A zombie apocalypse? Your filling my boys head with lies. You're just a devil woman trying to take my son away from me. Don't think I didn't see what the two of you were doing! A whore like you, huh? He should have just stayed here with me and his father, but no, he had to run away like his sister! It was the same with her, and now him. You-you demon! Using your black magic to hypnotize him and turn him against me!"  

You stood there, shocked. What was this lady on? There was something seriously wrong with her! She was delusional at best. You could see why Hoseok and his sister wanted to get away. She was losing her mind... Oh no.

"Listen, lady. I don't know what you're on about but I haven't done anything to Hoseok. Just calm down, okay?" Your eyes scanned her body to see if she had any marks or anything but you couldn’t see any.

"Don't try and spew that to me! I know that the Devil sent you to take my sweet Hoseokie away! I prayed everyday for him and still! I knew that the Lord was going to test me one way or another."  

You backed up into the corner of the room as she neared you, spatula in hand. The smell of burn wafted into the air as the pan started smoking.  

"You need to leave." She hissed. Her eyes were bloodshot, just like Lea's. "Go! Go! Get out of my house! Go!" Her breathing became the same as Lea's, erratic and uneven. She mantra'd the words as her fingers began twitching, her knees giving way as she dry heaved onto the linoleum.

"Hoseok! Namjoon!" You called, too scared to move anywhere.

"D-Don't call for my son, you heathen!" Her tone became monstrous. Her body fell to the floor and she twitched and snapped just as the paramedic had. You began counting down the seconds.

"10." Her groans were loud as you heard the bones snap.

"9, fuck! Help! 8!" Hoseok and Namjoon turned the corner to see his Mother on the ground writhing around in pain.  

"7! 6... 5." Namjoon looked at you knowingly and dove for the drawer, digging for any sharp utensil he could find.

"4, 3... 2." He grabbed her head by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Hoseok stood at the doorway, frozen. Just like you did yesterday. It was too familiar.

"1." You uttered, your body shaking from fear. Suddenly the convulsions stopped, her body going limp but only for a moment before her eyes opened to reveal a yellow hued iris. Her skin became gray as black and blue veins popped to the surface. Namjoon had a strong hold of her head which kept her from biting him. Her fingers desperately tried to claw at his arms and hands but in the blink of an eye the knife entered the back of her head and it was over.  

Namjoon dropped the knife and her body as he skimmed over his hands and arms in search of any marks or cuts. Thankfully there was none.

"Fuck." He huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter. Your eyes trained themselves on the poor older woman in front of you and then to Hoseok who was doing the same. You wanted to hold him, to tell him that everything was going to be okay and that you'd shelter him from anything that could hurt him but you didn't. You couldn't. It'd be a lie. You'd lie to him if you had to however. Just not about this.

"H-How did she turn? Does she have any bite marks on her?" Namjoon asked, still attempting to regain his breath and composure.

"No. I didn't see any. She turned like Lea. She started saying crazy things, repeating words. Just like her." You said. You didn't want to give too many details, at least not in front of Hoseok.

Namjoon lowered himself to her body and checked her arms for any bite marks and when he found none, he checker her legs. Sure enough, a bloodied wound was showcased on her thigh. It was fresh as the gash still bled. How didn't you notice that earlier?

"She was bit... but who-"

"My Dad." Hoseok scoffed.

"What? But he was fine last night, right?" You questioned. He checked on him and he hadn’t turned then, hadn’t he?

"I thought so. But maybe he wasn't actually snoring. It explains why my mom was acting like that. We need to go. My father got infected from something on this farm and I don't want to stay any longer to find out."

"Should we do something about him?" Namjoon mentioned. "Namjoon!" You scolded, but Hoseok shook his head.  

"Probably? Maybe we can just leave him in the room up there. Leave a sign or something." Namjoon nodded so you went along with it too.  

"I'll go up there and leave a sign and make sure that he actually has turned. (Y/N), can you pack some food for us?" You agreed immediately as the two of them turned to head back upstairs.

You packed what you thought was necessary. Bottled water, canned foods, some bread and peanut butter. Hopefully the boys like green beans, you thought.  

Once you were finished, you took the food to the truck, stuffing it away and grabbing a change of clothes which you did quickly outside. The two boys met you outside right as you finished changing with a couple of bags of clothes, blankets and towels. They put them in the back and soon enough, you were back on the road.  

No one dared to say anything for the first hour. Not until your stomach rumbled rather loudly and Namjoon decided that you all should stop somewhere and get breakfast. Hoseok fought back with how dangerous it would be to get out of the car at this point. Not because of infected, but because of looters. It seemed to be a problem to worry about now since the roads were a lot more packed now that people were realizing that there was no helping this. So you settled on peanut butter bread and a can of peaches for breakfast. It had to have been the best tasting thing on the planet at that point in time.

It was a long ride to where you needed to be in Texas. Around 10 hours or so, but no one did anything to pass the time. No music was played, no songs were sung, no words were said. Just the trees passing, the road signs telling you of your location and the sun that moved in the sky. But you didn't mind the silence, not anymore.

You made it to San Antonio without any major hitches besides nearly running out of gas in Benton, Arkansas because Namjoon was too paranoid to stop. Thankfully, you came across a small gas station that didn't have anyone there besides the old white man with the long beard that worked behind the counter. And of course you bought a slushie because it could be the last one you ever have.

The military was everywhere. You realized there were tanks and helicopters and soldiers that littered the whole city and everywhere in between as you passed the city limits. They checked you and the boys of any marks or bites with some beeping device and then your luggage which was deemed as safe and before you knew it (nearly three hours later) you were in the Quarantine zone of San Antonio. People from all over the country flooded the gates in hopes of safety. A few cars ahead of you held a man who was being checked for infection when the beeper went off. His actions became frantic as his arms swung in an attempt to save himself but before anything could happen, they just gunned him down. When Namjoon asked about it to the same man who shot him he said something along the lines of "We're not taking any chances."  

As it turned out, there were numerous zones set up around the country and even more being set up. This was just one of the larger ones; one of the first. Some soldier on a motorbike showed you the way to where you’d be staying until they "got it under control" which happened to be a hotel. They had people holed up in every hotel in the city. Any apartment that might have any opening as well. If there was a spot open, they'd fill it. Eventually, you knew they'd have to start turning people away and you prayed that your family made it here okay.

"Well," Namjoon spoke as he dropped the rest of the bags off near the doorway and wiping his sore hands against his jeans,  

"Welcome Home."

Two Years Later

Just like you all had said, there was no cure, nor will there ever be one. Well, maybe, but that was just you being optimistic. Things only got worse and now anywhere outside the quarantine zones were considered unsafe and no human were to be out of bounds. Only the zones were allowed and if you were caught outside, then you’d be killed on sight. Of course that didn’t stop people from doing it. There was still so much to raid out there, too much to just give up. People in the zones would make little factions, always dealing between the one another, trading the things they’d find or weekly meal cards.

In the beginning, you found yourself in one of the larger factions who was run by some guy name Julio. Him and Namjoon became quick friends and he offered him a spot in his group along with you and Hoseok. If it was a way to keep you safe and protected, then of course you’d join.

You realized it was too much to handle though one night on a raid to a near by town when you got a little too friendly with one of the roamers, which is what people in the zone called them. Roamers, Infected, anything else besides what they were. Zombies. The Strain, X-44, mutated quickly. It started in chicken feces; a parasite. When it met its host, the parasite would take over quickly depending on where the initial bite was. A little longer the farther away from the brain it was. But people never lasted more than a could of minutes, and even then they were considered lucky.

It made them go crazy. The parasite takes over your body until it’s made its home there and even when you kill its host, it lies dormant. After a while, the parasite grows some sort of fungus from the host which release airborne spore that will change you in a matter of seconds. Even in the ‘live’ ones. It’s the same. After a while, they all start sprouting deadly growths. It’s really not pretty to see. 

After a while with the faction, you decided to make your leave and instead work for the child unit in the city that took care of children who’s parents had gone ‘missing’ or got sick and died. Hoseok and Namjoon decided to stay no matter how much you protested, something about how this is what would be making the difference in the end.

The daily siren woke you up, 8 O’clock sharp, signalling people to get up and get ready to do their daily jobs to contribute to the zone. Some people cleaned, some farmed, some worked the hospitals. It was a functioning society except the government was in complete control and had eyes everywhere (not that much had changed). Well, almost.

You quickly got ready for the day, putting on your summer clothes and tying your hair up. You grabbed an apple from the kitchenette in your small studio apartment which you were transferred to a couple of months after staying in the Marriott. It was quite the downgrade, but since you were living by yourself, you couldn’t complain.

The commute to the Child Unit Building was quick as it was only across the street. The kids already excited and loud, ready to start their day. Some of them greeted you as you entered the building, hugging your waist and showing you pictures they’d drawn for you the night before. It was rewarding, this job. Working in the faction was a rush and fun but getting to see the smiling faces of the kids everyday was really something. You wouldn’t admit to anyone that in private you liked to call them your children because that’s what it felt like. You felt like a mother to them. 

“There you are!” Your sister smiled, busying herself with a little blonde boy who’d spilled his milk all over the table.

“Here I am!” You laughed, grabbing the paper towel and ripping her a couple of sheets.

“Miss (Y/N)!” The kid cooed, reaching up for you. You swooped up his little body with one arm and tickling his stomach with the other.

“Liam! How’s my little man?” The boy was only 3 years old. He’d lost his mother at the gates of the zone, which was a mistake on the military’s part. Their beeper went off on her but after further medical inspection it turned out she was infected at all which made you wonder how many people they killed were actually infected during the beginning months. The thought of it made you sick.

“Good, I’m hungry.” He whined, clutching on to your shirt. Your sister chuckled in the background, “Maybe if you hadn’t of spilled your cereal than you wouldn’t be hungry! C’mon, round two, lil’ Liam. Let’s leave Miss (Y/N) to get some work done.” She took the small boy from your arms and set him in the chair, pouring him another small bowl of generic cereal.

“Oh! That reminds me,” She shouted, scaring some of the other kids at the table, “You have a visitor in the backroom, Miss (Y/N).” Your eyes squinted at your sister as all the possibilities of who it could have been ran through your head.

“If it’s Jason again, I’m not going back there.” You detested, mentioning the man who was currently a bit obsessed with you. But she only laughed.

“It’s not. Just go see.” 

You walked to the back room cautiously. Was there someone you owed still? A debt you hadn’t paid? You could have swore that you took care of them before leaving the faction. Your hand only slightly shook as you reached for the silver doorknob and twisting it with ease. The sight made you look like you’d seen a ghost. 

His hair was a different color from the last time you saw him. The light blonde really suited his face and skin color which was kissed by the sun, leaving him a golden shade. He looked so good, your heart started to race.

“Hoseok.” You breathed, tears finding themselves in your eyes.

He stood from the chair he sat in and turned to you, flashing you the brightest smile you’d seen from him in a long time and you couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. He made his way over to you and wrapped his long arms around your frame easily, inhaling the scent of you he was so scared he’d forget.

“Hi.” He mumbled into your neck. The action was surprisingly intimate despite the fact that your relationship with him never went further than what happened in the kitchen that fateful morning. You didn’t care, however. It’d been too long since you’d seen him or Namjoon and it felt too good to worry about anything else. 

“It’s been two months, Hoseok! Two whole fucking months, you asshole.” You cried. You could have swore he was dead. The faction never had him out or more than two, three weeks tops! Let alone two months! Maybe Namjoon, but never Hoseok.

“I-I know. Things got a little hairy when we got to Oklahoma.”

“What do you mean? Where’s Namjoon?” You were starting to panic, realizing that he wasn’t along with him.

“Let’s sit down.” He said, ushering you to the table.

“No, where is he? Is he... Is he dead?” Hoseok sighed, taking a seat of his own. You decided to stay standing and folded your arms over your chest. Your heart rattled away as you waited for him to speak. Maybe you should have sat down.

“Namjoon isn’t dead.” Relief flooded your body and you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Only then you allowed yourself to take a seat, letting your head fall in between your knees as you counted your lucky stars your cousin was in fact still alive.

“Oh, thank goodness. Where is he then? Headquarters?” Hoseok stayed quiet for a few more seconds before shaking his head, his eyes dropping to the ground.

“Well, for fuck’s sake, Hoseok! Where is he!?” Your patience was running thin and you knew you shouldn’t be yelling, especially yelling obscenities with little ears running about.

“Namj-Namjoon i-” With a deep breath to calm him down, he finally got out what he’d wanted to say since he’d seen you.. 

“Namjoon is missing.”

AN: So, anotha seriessss. Idk how long this one will be but I hope you liked the first chapter! Leave me some feedback~<3