#aouad scenarios

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

And So You Thought... Word Count : 5.7k TW : depictions of gore ; reader doubts ; zombie apocalypse ; kind of episode 1 & 2 spoilers, but also canon divergence by a lot ; Suhyeok being a really good boyfriend ; Request : Anonny asked "Can you write a Su-hyeok x reader angst to comfort?"

“I was gonna go play basketball before lunch was over... or do you want me to wait for you to finish your lunch? I can stay with you until you’re done, and we can walk back to class together.” Suhyeok sat beside you at the lunch table, his chin resting against his knuckles as he watched you, the feeling of his eyes on your face had you burning up under his gaze, but you quickly shook your head, giving him a tight lipped smile as you swallowed down the the food that you had been chewing. 

“I’ll meet up with you in class, don’t worry.” It was your usual response considering he asked every day, and you thought that at some point he’d expect what you were going to say and just stop asking, but maybe he expected you to one day just agree to let him sit beside you until you were finished so he could actually walk you to class. 

A soft hum drifted through his lips as he finally stood up, pressing a swift kiss to the top of your head before ruffling your hair. “Try to focus on eating your lunch instead of reading, jagi. It’ll keep your food from getting cold.” He teased, causing you to whip your head around and stick your tongue out at him which had both him and Cheongsan laughing. “Try to at least finish by the time Onjo and Cheongsan finish so you can walk up with them, okay?” He was right back to being serious and you simply nodded your head in agreement before looking back down at the pages of your book as he walked away. 

With your lunch barely finished, you pushed away from the lunch table, only closing your book long enough to empty your tray in the garbage. “You’re not walking with us? We’re almost done if you want to wait…” Onjo called out to you as you walked by the table, but you simply shook your head, opening your book once more as you headed to the door. 

The sound of screaming sounded from outside, and when you lifted your head you saw a swarm of students rushing towards the doors, the glass cracking as they slammed their fists against it to try to get in. “What the hell…?” You whispered to yourself, frozen in your spot as the glass shattered and the students fell to the floor in front of you. It wasn’t until you saw someone… or something that had once been a someone come running towards the lunch room, they seemed rabid, and you were stunned into silence when you saw one of these… things bite into someone, tearing their flesh from their neck, the chunk of skin dangling from the mouth of this once student. 

“Come on! Move!” Cheongsan shouted as he grabbed the bag of your sweater, yanking you away from the doors and the hoard of students and used to be students. “Go! Go with Onjo!” He screamed, pushing you towards her as he pushed back the crazed students that had no emotions in their eyes, their teeth bared as they snapped at Cheongsan and anyone else that ran past them. 

“What the hell is going on?!” You screamed over the commotion in the lunch room as you and Onjo tried to find anywhere to go, a way to escape the chaos and the horror that was unfolding in front of your eyes. 

There was no response, and everything was moving so fast yet so slow as you both watched people that you used to chat with in the halls getting attacked by these vicious students, or pushed aside by other students that were just as scared trying to find a way out. “I… I don’t know… Cheongsan!!” She called out his name, calling him over as she pointed to a window, seemingly the only means to an escape from the lunchroom. 

“Go! Go go go!” He shouted back, rushing over to where you and Onjo stood, dodging everyone and everything that came towards him until he reached the both of you, pushing you both up through the window. “We have to get up to the classroom…” He panted out as he climbed through the window after you and Onjo. “Let’s go.” 

“Suhyeok…” You whispered, your heart sinking as you thought of your boyfriend that had left before you, hoping that he had made it to the classroom already, that he was safe. “What’s happening…?” 

Cheongsan shook his head, pushing you forward as Onjo tugged against the sleeve of your sweater, pulling you forward. “We can ask questions later, we need to get somewhere safe. Suhyeok is fine though… I’m sure of it.” The way his assuring words were simply tacked onto the end, it wasn’t as reassuring as you assumed they were supposed to be, but you didn’t really have the time to ask anything else or prod more as the sound of snarling and screaming grew closer, proving that whatever was going on, it was happening everywhere on the campus. 

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Cheongsan and Onjo slammed their fists against the door to the classroom as the hoard of used to be students rushed towards them. Gyeongsu quickly opened the doors, allowing them to come in and catch their breath. “You made it… Oh my god!” Suhyeok exclaimed when he saw the two bracing themselves against their knees, sweat dripping from their foreheads, but his smile quickly fell when he looked behind them and saw that you weren’t there. “Where’s Y/N?” 

His voice was flat, and his steps were quick, carrying him to the door to look out the windows, wishing to find you somewhere in the multitude of monsters, but also praying that you weren’t there, for your safety and his own sanity. “She was… she was right behind us…” Onjo stammered out, standing up straight and spinning around as if you’d miraculously show up right behind her or beside her. “I knew she was there… Right Cheongsan?” 

Cheongsans head nodded quickly, his eyebrows furrowed as he silently questioned where you could have gone, or what could have happened while the three of you were running up to the classroom. “She was, she really was. We had to run and… Maybe she got caught up somewhere… Maybe she’s hiding somewhere. She’ll be okay…” 

Suhyeok felt like his heart had fallen into the deepest pit of his stomach, his knees buckling as he leaned against the wall to hold himself up. “I need to go find her… She can’t be alone… She’s… I need to find her.” And, as if like a zombie himself, he started walking towards the door, his thoughts focused only on you, finding you. 

“Hey! Hey, stop!” Gyeongsus voice was panicked as he tried to keep the door shut while Suhyeok tried to open it, the sound of the struggle drawing the attention of the zombified students towards the classroom. “She’s fine! You need to just calm down. We’ll find her! Right now we need to think of what we’re gonna do while we wait to be rescued. I’m sure someone called the police or something, and they’ll find her too… Just be patient.”

Patience… It was a crazy thing to be expected to have right now with everything that was going on. “How can I be patient at a time like this? Y/N is somewhere in the school… She’s probably alone and scared…” His jaw was set, he looked like a man that was about to risk it all, but he knew that doing so would risk the lives of everyone else in the room. “Why didn’t you look after her? Why didn’t you make sure she was with you?” His voice was low, filled with fear that he felt not knowing where exactly you were, laced with the anger he felt towards Cheongsan for not protecting you. 

“What do you mean? How was I supposed to protect her, Onjo, and myself?” Cheongsan retorted, and it was obvious that he was on the defensive, especially considering the fact that it seemed like Suhyeok was blaming him for you not being there right now. “Why weren’t you there to keep her safe, to get her out of the cafeteria? Huh? What was so important that you had to leave early? Hmm? Is it because you had to meet up with Namra again?” The sudden accusatory question had Suhyeok jumping out of the chair that he had settled in, his ears burning a bright red but his nostrils flared with his anger. 

“Don’t.” He practically growled through gritted teeth, his finger pressed against Cheongsans chest. “I’m not with Namra, I can’t believe you’d accuse me of that when my girlfriend is literally missing.” 

Cheongsan chuckled humorlessly, stepping back from the prodding fingertip of Suhyeok, his lips pursed as he looked between his friend and the girl in question, the class president standing in the back of the room near the windows, her hair creating a curtain to shield her face, or maybe to block out the scrutinizing looks of everyone else in the room. “I never accused you of that… You’re the one who brought it up, not me.” 

Syhyeok huffed loudly, taking a step towards Cheongsan, only for Gyeongsu to step in between them, placing his hands against both of their chests. “Stop it, both of you… Seriously. The last thing anyone needs is the stress of the two of you fighting. Just cut it out.” He said, already sounding exhausted. “Can we just try to figure out how to get in touch with someone… anyone? The police should have been here by now if someone called… Them or the fire department… Where are they?” 

“We need to find a phone… Does anyone have a phone… Anything? Anyone?” Daesu asked, standing in the center of the room. “I mean, there’s not much else that anyone can do, right?” Suhyeok nodded in agreement, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he turned away from Cheongsan. “Someone in the class has to have kept their phone…” 

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You had managed to make it to one of the empty rooms, barricading the door and shutting the curtains before finally allowing yourself to break down as you tried to process and comprehend what was really going on. You didn’t fully understand it, and you probably never would, but based on the absolute chaos and the scenes of havoc that you passed by while you had been running with Cheongsan and Onjo… It looked like a scene straight out of a zombie apocalypse movie. The only question was… What had caused it? When did it even start? Everything had seemed perfectly fine while you were at lunch and even before you had gone to the cafeteria. 

Now probably wasn’t the time for you to be trying to rationalize what was happening, and it surely wasn’t the time for you to be trying to figure out a timestamp for when it had happened. You needed to find a way to get to the others. Did they even notice that you were gone? Did they even care? Was Suhyeok somewhere safe? Had he met up with Cheongsan and Onjo? Did he care that you weren’t there? 

So many questions were running through your mind, and while they weren’t the best questions to be asking yourself, the noise in your own head was blocking out the sounds of screams coming from outside and the stomach turning guttural noises that were coming from the zombie-like students out in the hallway. You weren’t sure what was a better noise to be heard to be quite honest. 

Maybe Suhyeok had met up with Namra again, just like he always did after lunch. He didn’t think you knew, but you heard around the school the rumors that the two of them were seeing each other on the side. You never wanted to believe it, but you couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason why he hadn’t come back to the cafeteria to try to help you… Maybe he was helping Namra instead. 

A loud thud against the door to the broadcasting room had you jumping out of your mind, back into the situation of the present which wasn’t at all better than the doubtful thoughts that plagued your brain. “Shit…” You muttered, cursing yourself for falling behind when you were with Cheongsan and Onjo. You had tripped once, and they were gone before you knew it, leaving you to either try to catch up with them and potentially get caught by one of the “zombies”, or run into the empty room in the hall and hope for someone to come find you. 

The worst part was that you didn’t even know where exactly you were right now, you didn't know what floor you were on. You had been running so fast, all you wanted to do was get to safety, and now you didn’t even know the room number of your safe haven was. Your phone had been taken at the start of class along with everyone else’s, so you didn’t even have a way to get in touch with anyone else either. You felt stranded, and you were trapped, and you didn’t know how long you’d be stuck in that room, but you hoped that someone would come rescue you. 

Running had been exhausting, and you at some point had fallen asleep against the wall in the corner of the room, leaving you with the worst neck cramp when you finally awoke. The funniest part, if you could use that word to describe it, was the fact that the nightmare that had startled you from your slumber wasn’t even about the zombies that hungered for your flesh that stood just a few feet away outside the wooden doors. No. Your nightmares were about Suhyeok and finding him with Namra, about him falling out of love with you, that is, if he even loved you anyway. 

The sky outside had turned dark, the moon now hung high, surrounded by stars… If you could just stare at the night sky forever, you would surely be able to forget about the hell that you were currently living in. No one had come to find you yet… Were they waiting for you to come to them? They wouldn’t expect you to go out on your own, right? No, if they really cared about you, they’d come to you… Maybe they really had forgotten about you. It didn’t matter though… Not them… They might have forgotten… But someone was bound to come soon. Someone had to come… You’d be okay, and you’d get out of there, with or without them. 

The front door to the broadcasting room opened slowly, and you could feel your heart stop and your stomach drop as you silently said your final goodbyes to everyone, the sentiments mixed in with curses at yourself for being foolish enough to not barricade the front door along with the back. “Y/N?” The voice was no more than a whisper, but it was familiar, and in the current situation, it was almost angelic. Someone had come to save you, and while it wasn’t who you expected, they were almost better. “Oh, thank goodness you’re alright… You’re okay, aren’t you?” 

You lifted your tear budded eyes to look up, nodding your head slowly in agreement. “Ms. Park…” You whispered the name, wondering if maybe the sight of her was nothing more than a vivid hallucination brought on by a mixture of exhaustion, dehydration, and hunger. “Are you okay? Do you know what’s happening?” 

A saddened breath left her, one that sounded almost pained as she blocked off the front door of the classroom and moved closer to you. “I’m okay… I don’t understand but… Have you seen the others? Is everyone else okay?” Her question had you dropping your gaze and shrugging your shoulders. You knew nothing. “It’s okay… Just… I’m glad you’re okay.” She looked around the room for a moment before heading into the recording room, and before you could question what she was doing, a loud crackle came over the intercom system. 

The way she spoke, the speech that she made… Had she thought of it on her way to the room? It sounded like a farewell, like she was saying goodbye to everyone. Did she know something that the rest of you didn’t? How much had she seen on her way here? Was everyone able to hear her? The thought had you pushing yourself up off the floor and running into the recording room, asking her with your eyes if you could say something, and she quickly took a step back for you to take her place in front of the microphone. 

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“Uhm… Hi… I’m still here… I’m still alive…” Ms. Parks voice had seemed like a god send, to know that there was still someone in the school that could help, that could call the authorities, but hearing your voice… It was like hearing an angel, and that’s exactly what Suhyeok thought as his feet carried him closer to the intercom speaker, his hand reaching up to the little box in the corner of the room. “Suhyeok… Cheongsan… Onjo… If you hear this… I hope you’re okay. I’m okay… Stay safe… I’ll see you all soon I hope…” 

And then the speaker went silent, and while Suhyeoks heart had soared at the sound of your voice just a mere second ago, now the lack of it had his heart breaking and fresh tears brimming along his lower lashes. “She’s alive… Did you hear that? She’s alive…” He murmured, his hand still pressed against the speaker box, wishing that you’d just get back on and talk to him, even if you couldn’t hear his responses, he needed to hear you, to know that you were okay still, he needed that constant reassurance. “In the broadcasting room… They’re in the broadcasting room. We have to get there.” 

He was rushing towards the door, and once again, he had to be held back by the men in the room. “Let’s wait for morning to move. We won’t be able to see if anything comes at us in the dark. She’s been fine this whole time, and now she’s with Ms. Park… She’ll be fine for a couple more hours. You’ll see her again.” Cheongsans voice was strained as he helped to hold Suhyeok back, but he finally went limp, his entire body loose in Cheongsans arms. “We need to get some rest if we’re going out there… Everyone just… Try to get some sleep. We’ll move to the broadcasting room in the morning.” 

It sounded so easy when it was said… Just getting to the broadcast room, it should have been as easy as going downstairs to the next class… But it proved almost impossible considering the hallways were swarmed with zombies and even the slightest sound drew their attention. It was like walking out into a war zone and there were enemies everywhere. 

Some faces were familiar, bringing a pang of guilt to Suhyeoks chest whenever he had to fight one off. It was hard to fight any of them, knowing that just 24 hours ago these were the same people that had smiled and waved to him, these were the same people that he had conversed with in the hallways on multiple occasions, and now these same people were rushing after him with dead eyes, fueled only by their hunger. The only thing that was keeping him moving forward now was the thought of you waiting for him, and he knew he had to get to you, he had kept you waiting long enough. 

“We can’t keep going, there’s too many!” Wujin shouted as he and the rest of the guys tried to fight off the hoards. “There’s a classroom right here! Come on! We’ll just wait it out!” He screamed to Suhyeok who was still trying to push forward to get down the next set of stairs. “Come on!” He screamed, shoving back the zombied students before sliding open the classroom door, letting the girls run in and then following behind them into the room. 

“Fuck!” Suhyeok shouted, kicking back one of the desks in frustration before going over to the window. “She’s waiting for me… she called for me… She probably thinks something happened…” His fingers ran through his hair as he leaned his head against the window pane, breathing heavily from the physical exertion of just getting down one floor. “What if something happened to her while she was waiting for me…?” 

Cheongsan shook his head, patting Suhyeok on the shoulder. “I’m sure she’d rather wait a little longer to see you than to see you as a zombie. We’ll get down there, but we need to be smart about it. Okay?” Suhyeok swallowed thickly, hating the fact that Cheongsan was right, but not arguing against him because he was right. He knew that if the roles were reversed and he was the one waiting for you to come to him, he’d want you to be safe and smart with every move you made. “I’ve got a plan… let’s just wait a little longer, and then I’ll see if it works.” 

Joonyeong reluctantly tapped both of them on the shoulders, his lips pulled into a thin line as they both turned to look at him. “We’ve got a problem…” He whispered, turning his attention towards the windows that lined the wall looking out towards the hallway. “One of the windows broke… well… two of the windows broke…” Both of the men’s eyes widened as they saw the hands of the zombies, their snarls louder than ever now. The plan couldn’t wait… They had to move, and they had to move now. 

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“None of them have come yet…” You mumbled, your knees folded against your chest in the corner of the room, the corner that had essentially become your own, the small space somehow making you feel safer. “Something must have happened.” 

You knew that being pessimistic wasn’t the right way to be at the moment, everyone needed to be as optimistic as possible, but sometimes a little bit of pessimism went a long way. When your mind was so filled with negativity, the slightest positive thing that happened seemed more amazing than ever. It was a shit way to look at things, but it was how you got through most days, and right now, you felt that that thought process was appropriate. “Hey, don’t think that way.” Ms. Park spoke softly in response, and even though her words told you to think differently, you could see it in her eyes, she was being just as pessimistic as you were. “I’m sure it’s hard for them to get down here… Let’s just… Hold onto hope.” 

That was the hard part though, holding onto hope, it felt like you had been holding onto it forever, your hands were growing tired, your nails were digging into your palms. Why hold on when you could just let go? “Sure… Hold onto hope… Let’s do that.” You mumbled, letting your head drop forward to rest against your knees. There was no sense in being hopeful. The lack of first responders, the lack of literally anyone coming to get you, Ms. Park, and whoever else might be left out of the school… You had given up on having hope. 

You were about to get up, head into the recording booth to have a couple minutes to yourself, the only place where you felt you could lose what was left of your sanity in peace, when a loud banging came against the window. It didn’t make sense, it looked like the end of a firehose, and while your interest was peaked to see who had thrown it, Ms. Park had immediately stood in front of you as if she were blocking you or protecting you from something. “Stay back… Okay?” She held her arm out in front of you as you nodded your head, taking a step back yourself just to be on the safe side, but then you saw a pair of shoes, and pants, and… maybe this was far fetched, but you were quite sure that a zombie student wouldn’t be able to climb down a hose ladder so well, or at all. 

And then, as if on queue, Gyeongsu appeared outside the window, his eyes wide when he saw you and Ms. Park standing there, and it took no more than a second for you both to rush to the window and throw it open, pulling him in to safety. “Y-You’re okay, right? What’s happening out there? What’s going on? Where is everyone?” You had so many questions, but he simply shook his head, leaning back out the window, much to your worry, and then shouting up to someone to come down. “There’s others with you? Is it Onjo? Cheongsan? Who all is with you?” 

But one by one, your questions were answered as everyone climbed down, being helped in by you and Ms. Park until the last person arrived. 

“Y/N…” Suhyeok whispered your name as if it were a prayer leaving his lips, his hands bloodied, reaching out to grab your face, turning your head this way and that before grabbing your hands and looking them over. “You’re okay… You’re really okay. I was so worried about you, and I wanted to look for you, I wanted to find you… Cheongsan wouldn’t le-” 

He had talked enough, and the only thing you wanted in that moment was to be held by him, to know 100% that he was real, that he had really made it, that he was okay and you were okay and you’d both be together from here on out. “I didn’t think you’d come…” You whispered, moving away from his chest to look around at everyone in the room, all of their eyes on you and Suhyeok at the moment, but there was one pair of eyes that had you stepping back and looking up at him, your eyebrows furrowing and your smile wavering. “You didn’t come back to the cafeteria… Why did you have to leave anyway… You always have to leave…” You took another step back, accidentally bumping into Wujin who grabbed onto your shoulders to steady you, but quickly dropped his hands when Suhyeok casted a glare in his direction. 

“I thought Cheongsan would have been able to get you up to the classroom, I thought you’d be okay. I didn’t… I wanted to go back and find you, but I thought you’d be safe with him. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you… I should have been.” You hated the fact that everyone was staring at you, and even though you couldn’t see them doing it, you could feel the heat of their eyes on your back and it was making you uncomfortable. “I was gonna go play some basketball after lunch… That’s why I left early… The weather was nice and, I just thought I’d do that before class…” 

You nodded your head, keeping your eyes down as you reluctantly began your walk back towards him, a pang of guilt in your chest for the assumptions that had filled your mind. “But you saved Namra… The two of you climbed in through the window together right before Cheongsan and Onjo got into the class.You were holding hands and everything.” Daesu exclaimed, and everyone in the room let out a collective groan of annoyance at his sudden urge to announce it. “Sorry…” He muttered, realizing just a second too late that he shouldn’t have said anything at all, but the damage was done and you froze in place in the middle of the room. 

“You… saved her?” You whispered, letting the words roll off your tongue as if you were testing them, tasting them, and you hated the bitter aftertaste they left in your mouth. “Y/N… jagi… listen…” He tried to speak but you shook your head faster, your eyes squeezed shut as you held your hands up, not wanting him to get close to you. “No… No, I get it… She’s worth saving. Heaven forbid something happens to the class president… You couldn’t possibly let that happen, right? Make sure she’s safe, wouldn’t want her to be alone… Just leave your girlfriend to fend for herself, by herself… No, that’s fine.” 

It felt like the room had shrunken to twice the size it once was, you were surrounded by a group of people who clearly didn’t give a single shit about what happened to you, and you didn’t want to be around them. “Where are you going? Y/N, wait!” Suhyeok called after you when he saw you walking off, but you silently flipped him off before slamming the door to the recording booth and sitting at the desk, thankful for the silence of the room. 

“Should… Should someone talk to her? I can go?” Wujin raised his hand, looking around at everyone for some sort of acceptance to his offer, but he was only met with the scrutinizing gaze of Suhyeok. “What? I mean, she clearly doesn’t want to talk to you… Me and her, we’re kind of close, and… Maybe she’ll talk to me. I’m sure you all would rather her be on talking terms with someone just in case we have to move again… At least she’d go with us…” 

Suhyeok scoffed, stepping closer to Wujin until the toes of their shoes touched, glaring down at the boy. “If she won’t talk to me, she’s not talking to anyone. I don’t want you around her… Don’t think that I don’t see the way you look at her… And I’m sure you’re hoping that because of what your stupid friend said that you’ll be able to have some sort of chance… But whatever she might be thinking, and whatever you’re thinking… It’s not true… Don’t get your hopes up. I love her, and only her… I’m not letting her go.” And with that, he moved him to the side, going straight for the recording booth and walking inside. “Jagi…” 

“I don’t want to talk right now…” You mumbled, curled up in the little desk chair, making yourself smaller so that no one could see you over the back of the chair through the booths window. “I came in here because I wanted to be alone… You’re ruining that for me.” 

Your words didn’t stop him from coming closer though, his arms practically caging you in on the chair when he placed his hands on the arm rests. “Do you really think that I left you in the cafeteria on purpose… That I knew this would happen once I was gone?” Of course you didn’t think that, no one could have known that something like this was going to happen, it was completely out of everyone’s control. “I was terrified… I didn’t know what was going on, and I wanted to get back to the cafeteria so I could save you. I couldn’t make it though… I would have died.” You winced at the thought of anything happening to him, the tension in your body slowly fading the more you listened to him talk. “I saved Namra… I did… But that’s just because I came across her on my way to the classroom. It’s not like I was looking for her… I was trying to get to safety… And I was hoping, praying… That Cheongsan had you, that he’d bring you back to the classroom, or that he at least had you somewhere safe with him and Onjo.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, shakily as he moved his hands from the arm rests to grab your own, lacing his fingers between yours. “When Cheongsan came back without you… I had never felt more scared than I did at that moment… I felt like shit, and I wanted to come find you, but they stopped me. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I’m sorry I let you down… But I love you, and I don’t want to leave this room, or any other room unless you're with me, unless I’m holding your hand… So please, come back out?” 

His thumb brushed lightly across the back of your hand, and you finally took the time to notice the dried blood that stained his perfect skin, the crimson blotches that covered his once crisp white button up. He had been through a lot to get here, not just him, but everyone else. You had been lucky enough to be in the safety of the broadcasting room, and you had been fortunate enough to have been found by Ms. Park. They had gone through hell just to get to this room, but they had made it, and you couldn’t forget the look in Suhyeoks eyes when he had first seen you when had climbed through the window. If he didn’t love you, his eyes wouldn’t have become glassy, his bottom lip wouldn’t have trembled when he took those final steps to close the distance between the two of you, a distance that had felt miles long instead of a couple floors away. He loved you, and you could feel it when he had wrapped his arms around you, when he had cupped your cheeks, and you could feel it now as he held your hands. “I love you… I’m sorry…” You whimpered, feeling the fresh stream of tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, the overwhelming emotions from everything that was going on were finally being processed, and all you could do was cry, but he was there, and he made quick work to wipe away each tear with steady fingers and gentle swipes of his thumb. “If we get out of here… We should go on a really nice date… Maybe a picnic if the weather is nice…” You whispered, placing your hands over his as they grazed along your cheek. 

A soft chuckle left him, vibrating his chest, and the sound was so strange, yet so welcomed at such a time that you didn’t want it to stop, you wanted to hear it for hours, it was so… soothing. “When we get out of here… I’m going to take you on the best date… I’ll go anywhere with you, just say the time and the place… As long as you’re there, I’ll be there too.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips, one that seemed to last longer than usual, but not as long as you had wanted it to. “Let’s get back out there… We’ll figure out what we’re doing, and then we’ll start planning those dates.” 

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𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[All of Us Are Dead] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 cheongsan, su-hyeok, gwi-nam, gyeong-su, wu-jin, jae-ik, min-jae

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Sweet Home] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 hyun-soo, eunhyuk, sang-wook, yi-kyeong, su-ung, jae-heon, chan-young, in-hwan, yeong-hoo

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Alice in Borderland] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 arisu, chishiya, karube, usagi, aguni, samura, niragi, kano

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Bloodhounds] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 woo-jin, geon-woo

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[Avatar] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 jake sully, neytiri, neteyam, tonowari, quaritch

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[OTHER] ㅤ⊹ 𓂅 𓂃 other k-pop groups, k-dramas, etc.

beige dividers by @issysh3ll.

[niki-phoria]

pairing: cheongsan x gn!reader genre: hurt comfort word count: 699

a/n: i need him to be alive in s2 please

requests open !!

you’re frozen in shock as you watch cheongsan push nayeon to the ground. she angrily grabs her bloodied handkerchief, scrambling to her feet. “he was gonna turn into a zombie!” she yells. 

“you don’t know that!” 

“stop it, both of you,” ms. park says, pulling nayeon away from the group. you can see cheongsan’s hands shaking slightly as suhyeok pats his shoulder. you make your way over to him, gently grabbing his left hand. you intertwine your fingers together in an attempt to hold him back from nayeon and, hopefully, to comfort him.

nayeon angrily rushes out of the room, quickly followed by ms. park. her words ring in your head as cheongsan pulls away from you, hiding in the recording room. you still feel like you’re in a daze, letting joonyeong coax you to sit down at one of the tables. 

it feels like the world has disappeared. you’re not sure how long you sit there, trying to process everything. the zombie outbreak. the metallic smell of blood sticking to your uniform and coming from your classmates. watching your friends die. the panic of strangers outside. when you glance over at the windows, the sun is setting. the room is silent except for a few whispers woojin and daesu. you can’t hear what they’re talking about. you don’t care. 

nobody says anything when you slowly stand up, making your way into the recording room. “cheongsan,” you silently close the door behind you, kneeling down next to the boy. he doesn’t react to you, still staring into space. he holds his knees up against his chest and his back is pressed against the wall. hesitantly, you reach over and place a hand on his knee. you can see dry tears on cheongsan’s cheeks. his hands grip his knees over the fabric of his pants, knuckles white from the force. 

“he’s gone.” cheongsan’s voice is quiet when he finally speaks, raspy from crying. he lets you move closer, coaxing him into your arms. he hides his face into your chest, now gripping onto your blazer. he lets out a loud sob, fully breaking down. you wrap your arms further around him, running a hand up and down his back. the metallic smell of blood surrounds you in the small room, only serving to remind you of the carnage outside of the broadcasting room. you ignore the sticky feeling of drying blood on your hands from cheongsan’s uniform, letting him cry. you blink away tears gathering in your own eyes, focused on comforting your boyfriend. 

“it’s okay,” the words feel meaningless as you say them, but you hope they’re helping nonetheless. “it’s gonna be alright. i’m here. you’re safe.” 

cheongsan’s grip on you only tightens as he wraps his arms around your waist. you’re not sure how long you sit there, crying and comforting him. your knees aching from how they press into the hard floor. your head aches from all of the crying you’ve done over the course of the day. the blood on your hands is dry, flaking off onto the floor in small pieces. 

“i can’t lose you,” cheongsan whispers. you’ve grown so used to the silence that it almost startles you when he speaks. you continue stroking his back, letting cheongsan bury his face into your neck. 

“you won’t.” he pulls back a little, hand moving to cup your cheek. he wipes the tears away from your face, ignoring the dried ones on his own. 

“i love you.” the words bring even more tears to your eyes. despite having been with cheongsan for months, neither of you had dared to say them before. your breath hitches as cheongsan coaxes you closer to him, pressing his forehead against yours. “i love you.” 

“i love you too,” you choke out. cheongsan gives you a weak smile, thumb moving to wipe away the new tears that fall from your eyes. he pulls you closer so your head is pressed against his shoulder. he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“we’ll be okay, we’ll be okay,” he repeats. you whisper the words to yourself like a mantra, desperately holding cheongsan even closer. 

“we’ll be okay.”

[quaissants]

ONE.  THE ORIGINS

i've been hesitant on doing commissions because i know some aren't familiar with my old account so they haven't seen my other works. because of this, i tend to think if there's anyone who will actually commission me despite the little number of published works i have under invuwrld. but given what's happened in my life this past year, the iceberg being my family and i evicted (bonus: i was kept in the dark about this notice until at least a week before the date), i can't keep dancing around this anymore.

so yes hi, i'm now taking commissions!

TWO.  THE PRICES

of course i did some searching around so i know what prices to list (mainly kalims and userjuyo (love you cece!)). so without further ado, here is my price list — please note that my fixed rate is $6. per 100 additional words, it'll be $0.25:

<1k words .. $6

1k+ .. $7.50

2k+ .. $10

3k+ .. $12.50

4k+ .. $14

4k words is the longest i've ever done here on tumblr, around 4.2k words to be specific, so if i end up going over that, it'll be free!

THREE.  THE REQUEST FORM

it's a trick title because there's no formal form- okay so i have a few fandoms i write for (hence my boatload of blogs) so let me list the ones i WILL open for commissions: kpop — ateez, enhypen, txt, the boyz .. miscellaneous — all of us are dead and genshin impact.

if you've read through this whole post and still want to commission me, then feel free to send me a dm here or on discord (jayspluto)! there we can discuss tidbits like genre, is the reader gender neutral or fem, alternate universe, tropes, things like that. after that, you can send the payment through my kofi (you can send half the amount, then the rest after the commission is done).

i'll do my best to accomplish them within a month or less, but writer's block does sadly exist, as well as college, so there may be delays. in that case, i'll make sure to inform you!

if you do commission me, thank you for believing in me!

[soleurs]

▎  NAVILLERA,  ft. lee cheongsan

medium, gn! reader. genre, fluff. setting, non-apocalyptic. warning, suhyeok slander (best friend things). track, navillera by gfriend.

roller-skating was a bad idea.

cheongsan only comes to realize this once he's rolling down the pavement, clinging onto your arms for dear life. he does his best to skate by himself, but the attempts only lead him back to you. he swears that at some point, he almost fell into a split.

spotting a bench up ahead, you lead the nervous boy to it and help him sit down. he takes a deep breath, as if he had been holding it this whole time, and presses himself against the backrest. his eyes shut for a bit before he feels you poking his arm.

“you look cute,” is what you tell him after he sends you a questioning stare. “just like a baby duck who's learning to walk for the first time.”

he playfully scoffs. “more like baresu when the teacher calls on him to recite.”

“don't say that, he might suddenly appear to be the third wheel of our date.” you lightly smack his arm for good measure.

“ouch, i've been hurt! i don't think i can skate anymore..”

cheongsan doesn't have the courage to tell you yet: your laughter is a trigger for the butterflies in his stomach. even though they tickle him so much, he doesn't want them to leave. he doesn't ever want you to leave.

after a few more minutes of recuperating, you stand up and gently tug your date's hand. “come on, let's get back on track!”

even if he wants to whine, he doesn't say anything. even if he feels like he's definitely going to split this time, he doesn't hold down his weight. even if he knows that he'll look so silly clinging onto you, he doesn't let go of your hands.

because if that's what it takes to keep you happy, he'll let you lead him to wherever. (though, if you're taking suggestions, he wants you to lead him to forever.)

© SOLEURS — 2022.

[luvsae]

oh joonyeong masterlist

♡ = fluff

☆ = angst

info about requests ;

i always answer requests, but it might take a while as I have school + other stuff in life, so i apologize in advance <3

i WON'T write smut - i'm open to writing suggestive themes and intended smut, but i won't write full on smut (i'm not uncomfortable with it but i just don't really know how to write it + i prefer writing fluff and angst!) hope you understand :)

i WILL write fluff, angst, blurbs, long fics

any pairings with joonyeong are gn!reader, but you can request something different!

i also apologize if some of my works are short !! sometimes i'm just unmotivated 😭

blurbs . . 💗

ps, i love you ♡

[qtavaaa]

# RQ RULES

WILL DO:

I. Zombiverse or all of us are dead. II. fluff, and angst. III. different au's (excluding animal!reader or character, omegaverse) IV. scenarios, headcanons, Drabble, oneshot (if necessary) V. female and gn reader. VI. character x reader

WILL NOT DO:

I. dark content, incest, nsfw or ships. II. specific traits for the reader (ex. "reader with blue eyes"). III. male reader. I don't have experience as a female. I’m sorry <3. IV. Any other fandom, i am a Zombiverse and aouad centered blog

EXTRA

I. If you do not specify if you want a certain gender I will resort to fem reader. II. I will pick requests to do first. (Yes I will have favorites.). III. My works will always be short, unless you have an extremely detailed prompt and request otherwise for a longer piece. IV. when you request, please be respectful; Something simple like starting off with hello and ending with thank you. this isn't a necessity btw!! V. I will be busy and take a lot of breaks because of my outside life. If you can’t be patient, don’t bother asking me anything.

TO BE ADDED.

[enzie-ki]

OOC|| UNCANNY COUNTER S2E7 THOUGHTS

(the last one was s2e6 sorry)

BUT LET'S GET INTO IT

HANA NOOO YOUR STOMACH

THIS IS SO BAD BECAUSE SEEING AN EVIL SPIRIT IN THE FACE OF SOMEONE YOU LOVE IS LIKE WAAA

WHY IS OILY MR MA SO STRONG

MUN YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THIS

SUMMON THE TERRITORY BRO

OILY MA IS STRANGER THINGS-ING U RN

GELLY YOU PRRRRRRRRRRRRICK

HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH THE SCENARIO

HOW IS OILY MA NOT KNOCKED OUT YET

WAIT R U DEAD

U BETTER NOT BE DEAD

BRO REMOVE THE SPIRIT ALREADY

IT LOOKS LIKE MR MA BUT HE'S FILLED WITH OIL

OK HE'S REMOVING IT GOOD

WHY IS OILY MA CRYING

IT'S FAKE MUN DONT BELIVE IT

oh damnit Mr Hwang is here

get your sexy bastard self OUT

HANA IS BLEEDING OUT BRO

GELLY IF YOU TOUCH MY BABY I WILL KILL YOU

MUN WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU WHY DID U BECOME WEAK

HER AND GELLY IS GIVING GWI NAM AND CHEONG SAN FROM AOUAD

MO TAK IS GONNA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF U

MHM SO MUN MORE LIKE GO MUN

GET GELLY AWAY

wait did Mr Hwang betray Gelly?

OIL DEMON PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE

OH NO MS CHU AND HANA

MY BABY GIRLS

wigen what R u on about

OHHHHH SHI-

WHY R THESE GUYS SO POWERFUL SINCE WHEN COULD THEY DO THAT

JI CHEONG-SIN COULDN'T DO THAT WHY CAN OIL DEMON??

MY POOR HA-NA

MO-TAK BE NICE

mun I wanna hug you so bad you've gone thru so much

bro MR HWANGGGG

IS EVERYONE GOOD AT MANIPULATION OR IS IT A HOT PERSON THING????

Leave Mr ma alone!!! >>>:(((

WHY IS HIS FACE SO TRUSTWORTHY BUT UNTRUSTWORTHY

this weird looking president guy dresses exactly like takeru danma(Hatter) from alice in borderland

MHM YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED MR HWANG AND ALSO GELLY

Wait there's TENSIONNNNNN

HE DID ABANDON HER AAAA

GELLY'S

aaa Mo-Tak my beloved

bro detective captain chill the heck OUTTT

Mo-Tak just sitting there brooding

why is he so hot why did they have to do that

AAA han-ul my baby

Mr detective captain man, you are a detective, you gotta be ready to face👏 the👏facts👏

ohohohooooo motak putting this man in his place

BRO THE LIGHT REFLECTING OFF THE BALD HEAD BRO IT'S GIVING

HAHAAAAAA

ooh it's number 37 the guy ms chu saved 9 years ago

Gelly what are you wearing you look like an anime character, but you're also rocking it

WAIT SHE CAN MODIFY MEMORIES TOO?

AHHH IT'S WONG THE VAMPIRE BOY IS BACK

THAT WAS THE BEST WORST PICKUP LINE

GELLY STOP WITH YOUR FURRY BS

EXCUSE ME!????????

MY BOY NOOOOOO

Mr Hwang you sexy bastardious beast leave right now

YOU DESERVED THOSE NECK STABS MHM

I DISLIKE THE BOTH OF YOU BUT I KINDA GET YOU

AYO????

STOP HARASSING GELLY

ok good

STOP MANIPULATING

you think she believes you??? nahhhh

Ooh now you're in trouble Mr hwangg

Ah yes, displays of affection to throw someone off guard, it's giving wattpad bad boy but better

And Gelly you're giving hard to get that doesn't want to get got

HA-NA AAAA YOU'RE OKAY YESSS

wait where you is girlie

ok in the warehouse

awww ms chu my beloved

Mun I feel so bad for you

HE'S SO CHIVALROUS I LOVE HIM

MS CHU I LOVE YOU

AHH CHAIRMAN CHOI COMING IN CLUTCH WITH THE FFOOS

jeok Bong where you at

AHHH HE'S WITH MO-TAK GOOD

Jeok Bong don't be stupid

your face is so helpless puppy I love it

WAIT DONT TELL ME HE'S FALLING FOR IT

ok good they're back

Mo-Tak you didn't have to do him like that

MS Chu when are you gonna recognise the guy

So Mun you're doing the anime character speech

OHHH THESE YUNG PEOPLE YUNG THIS YUNG THAT I'M GOING TO YUNG FU PANDA KICK Y'ALL OUT OF YOUR IKEA-LOOKIN AHH ROOM

THEY BETTER NOT

Oh my gosh the WINKING

THAT AIN'T EVEN WINKING THAT'S TRINKING BRO

YOU'RE ALL SO BAD AT LYING ESPECIALLY YOU JEOK-BONG

Oh it's this guy that's in love with hana

R u gonna take her to the fair or something???

FAIR??? BRO THEY IS LOCKING YOU IN

HANA YOU A BOSS BABE

bro who r these stanky stinky yoinky sploinky lookin-ahh ppl

bro stop spitting liquid out of ur mouth did you forget how to swallow or something

Ohhhhh these evil scammers

not only are you kicking people out of their houses, you're kicking old ppl out!!!

OLD PEOPLE

EVIL

THE POOR OLD PEOPLE

MHM MMM GO COUNTERS

bro why are you asking him if e works out he aboutta show you he works out

NAHH THEY BEATING THEM WITH BADMINTON RACKETS

get the elderly ppl out I'm glad they're ok

MO-TAK WHY YOU KUNG-FU PANDA-ING THE RACKET

DAMN GOOD SHOT DA I MEAN MO-TAK WOOO GOOD SHOT

BRO'S JUST SPANKING THEM WITH THE BADMINTON RACKETS

(do that to me😏)

SORRY WHAT WAS I SAYING

MHM NEVER MIND

MUN'S REALLY HITTING THEM WITH THE WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF

BRO YOU'RE CRUSHING THEIR BALLS BRO THAT'S CRUEL CANT YOU FEEL THAT EVEN I CAN FEEL THAT AN I'M A GIRL

MUN IS THIS YOUR VILLAIN ARC OR WHAT

MS CHU GET HIM

FINALLY YOU RECOGNISE HIM

AT LASTTTT

BRO WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY WHO'S SIMPING FOR HANA

CHOI'S SHIPPING THEM ALREADY

BUT I WANT MUN TO GET WITH HER BUT I GUESS THEY'RE MORE LIKE SIBLINGS

NOT THE FAMILY LINE YOU KNOW JEOK-BONG IS IN LOVE WITH HER

HE'S HEARTBROKEN LOOK

WHY R U ALL LAUGHING

nooo baby

jeok bong I know you're in love with her but why r u being dramatic

HIS NAME IS DO-HWI I KNOW THAT NOW

CHAIRMAN CHOI U R DRUNK GO SIT DOWN

DONT LEAVE HANA ALONE NOOO

EITHER GELLYS GONNA GET HER OR LOVE IS GONNA GET HER

IT WAS LOVE OK

hmm im beginning to ship them

Ooooo bubbles

AAA SHE SMILING

THIS IS SO WHOLESOMEEEEE

imma use that tactic for hiccups

ok I ship them now

GELLY YOU BASTARD LEAVE THEM BE

YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH DO-HWI

AAAA A SU-HO

WHY DID 37 HAVE TO TURN BAD

oop this mofo on the toilet

he really pushin

BRO ARE YOU OKAY LEAVE YOUR SECURITY ALONE

OK so 37 is jae-youl got it

Imma just call him 37 tho

You better remember ms chu

Awww ms chu you're so sweet

EXCUSE ME SHE MAY BE OLD-ISH BUT SHE SLAPS

SHE'S LIKE MY GRANDMA I LOVE HER

he reminds her of su-ho that's so sweet

ope it's back to oily ma again

rich people annoy me so much sometimes

YOU

I WILL RIP YOU APART WITH MY BARE HANDS HOW DARE YOU SPIT ON HER

I HOPE OILY MA GETS YOU

I HOPE YOUR PILLOW IS PERPETUALLY WARM ON BOTH SIDES

I HOPE YOUR TOAST FALLS SPREAD-SIDE DOWN

LEAVE MIN JI ALONE

HOW CAN YOU BE SO DISRESPECTFUL

I'M GONNA RIP YOUR EYE BROWS OFF

OHH IT'S REGULAR ME BCUS THIS IS A FLASHBACK

HER NAME IS MIN-JI GOOD

I FEEL SO BAD

OILY MA IS GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE YOU KNOW

NAHH HE VIBRATIN

just wanna say, kang ki young( the guy who plays Mr Hwang) you have very expressive eyes and it adds a whole lot to your character

BRO U GOOD? UR VIBRATING SO MUCH

MS CHU UR SO KIND

AHHH MO-TAK I LOVE YOU

TY FOR REMEMBERING

AYO DID YOU STALK THIS GUY OR SUM

oh wait you're a detective :/

they can do that imma remember that

excuse me you rude bastard

why u walk like that

LEAVE 37 ALONE

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

MS CHU COMING IN CLUTCH

MHM LEAVE 37 AND MY MS CHU ALONE

bro so much is happening at once damnnn

BRO GOT SNATCHED DAMN

ok Mr ma you popped his eye veins

That's misdirected aggression damn

your blood is slowly becoming oilier and oiler

OH NO DO-HWI

GELLY'S GONNA GETCHA BRO BE CAREFUL

Y'ALL I'M TEARING UP

THEY'RE SO SWEET

He's so lovely noooooo

I feel so BADDDDDD—

IT'S SO POETIC BUT WHY SO SAD

WAIT

I AM PREDICTING SOMETHING

GELLY'S GONNA GET DO-HWI AND HANA OR JEOK BONG IS GONNA HAVE TO SAVE HIM

NOOOO IT'S NO SAD

HOLY SHIZWIZZLE I WAS RIGHT

i'm ✨magjc✨

i'm ✨spec-tac-u-larrrr✨

mhm

yuh go me

but also NOOO DO-HWI IG YOU DIE I WILL CRY

GELLY BERHERD YOU FURRY PRICK

BRO YOU FLYING WTH

TELL ME SOMETHING RIGHT

CHAIRMAN CHOI BOUGHT YOU WEAPONS PLS USE THEM

I'll say it once and I'll say it again, it's giving Gwi-nam coming for cheongs-san's eye in aouad

Hana just because you can sense her movements doesn't mean you should e OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THEM

DO-HWI

AHFFSOFIDGJDGJZFKDGJXKFFHKXMDK

THAT WOMAN THREW YOU LIKE 15 FEET

I KNOW YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HANA BUT LIKE

ACTUALLY NO HE HAD GOOD INTENTIONS

JUST NOW YOU WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY DIE

AND I WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY CRY

YUP THERE IT IS

wait a second holup

those spikes aren't nearly enough to kill someone

what furry wizardry bullcrap have you got going on here gelly berherd

OK GELLY YOU HAVE A POINT HANA SHOULDN'T HAVE CLOSED HER EYES

OK DO HWI IS ALIVE

AY YO???????????

OF COURSE SHE GETS TELEKINESIS AT THE MOST VITAL MOMENT

WAIT BUT THIS MEANS YOU'LL HAVE TO WIPE DO-HWI'S MEMORY NOOOO

WAIT HE'S DYING NO

GET MS CHU OVER HERE RIGHT NOW

GELLY SHE'S GONNA KILL YOU DEAD

DONT YOU SMILE SHE'S GONNA RIP OUT UR OTHER EYE

THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD EPISODE WHAT THE FRICK

SO MUCH HAPPENED AND IT WAS ALL SO WELL WRITTEN AND ACTED

WAIT THERE'S A BIT AFTER ALL THE SPLIT SCREEN STUFF?

EXCUUUUUSE ME WHAT THE FRICK

NAH

WELL THAT'S IT FOR NOW FOLKS IMMA GO WATCH EPISODE 8

OOC || UNCANNY COUNTER S2E4 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

glad we've got another furry lady (Gelly) to replace hyang-hui

If she hurts my baby I will break her acrylics

and also her spine

Pil Kwang and Mun are really just stranger things-ing it right now and I'm all here for it

It's giving eleven vs one but better because I like this show

Ah yes the power of a promise made you stronger good

how dare that man try and shoot chairman Choi if I snatch your weave this second

Gelly please stop with the scratching

So many problems would be stopped if people used their teeth as weapons

Getting choked? Bite. Getting held down? Bite. Jeok Bong I know you're new but please just bite her

MS SO IS BACK WOOHOO AND WONG IS GONE BOY GETCHA VAMPIRE LOOKIN-AHH OUT OF HERE

(he was kinda cool though)

oh damnit I forgot about the other Chinese counters

WAHOO MS CHU AND MS SO APPRECIATION

Chairman Choi you better thank Mun for saving you from that bullet

mo tak coming in with the tango disc pop off king

MS CHU WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU

CHAIRMAN CHOI IS SIMPING REAL HARD RN

DAMN ARE THEY GOOD AT DANCE

oh no jeok-Bong are you good

my poor baby noo

GELLY YOU DESERVED THAT I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE YOUR EYE WAS GONE BUT HELL IF YOU DESERVED IT

Pil Kwang why are you naked Pil Kwang why are you naked I don't care you just got out of the bath WHY ARE YOU NAKED PIL KWANG WHY ARE YOU

excuse me what is this wet monkey looking thing

you look like you smell of bin juice and petrol

STOP CORRUPTING MY MR. MA

STOP BREATHING IN HIS FACE TOO YOU'LL GIVE HIM BLACK LUNG

oh I really hope he doesn't get possessed but I have a very bad feeling he will

JEOK BONG WHERE ARE YOU

YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE ME NOOOO

GELLY YOU FURRY BASTARD YOU SCARED HIM

NOW HE FEELS WORTHLESS ASDAGFJGKGASHKHF

HE BETTER COME BACK

I swear if its because his pores are clogged that his power stopped working or because he got punched I will cry

Jeok-Bong's dad stop comparing your son, that happened to me and it was BAD

My poor baby UnU

SEONG-SIK YOU BASTARD

HOW DARE YOU PUT MY BABY IN DANGER

LEAVE HIM ALONE

LEAVE THE DAD ALONE TOO

ayo why does this man have so much blood in his nose

AHH HIS POWER CAME BACK

HE JUST HAD TO GET GUT IN THE NOSE AGAIN

HELL YEAH GET WRECKED YOU STINKY BASTARD

GET HIM BABY WAHOO

PUT COW DUNG ON THAT MAN

MMMMM Y'ALL IN YUNG BETTER BE CHEERING

WELL DONE JEOK-BONG

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

TO ETERNAL OIL HELL WITH YOU EVIL SPIRIT

AWWW JONG-GUK ISNT MAD GOOD

WAIT HE'S 21?

I SMELL MORE BS IN THAT STATEMENT THAN JEOK-BONG DOES AT WORK GOSH DAMN

THE BIG BROTHER STATEMENT

Aww him and his dad are bonding again finally

This is so wholesome I'm going to cry

MHM UR MAKING YOUR DAD PROUD JEOK-BONG

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

No because tell me why Mun has such a good fashion sense

And Mo-Tak too

And Ha Na

All of them actually

Gelly I regret to tell you but that steak is raw

I hope you get food poisoning

STOP MAKING CONNECTIONS DAMNIT

LEAVE MR MA ALONE

NOO IT'S THE EVIL OIL DEMON THING

LEAVE HIM ALONE

YOU AND YOUR MONKEY SOUNDING VOICE BETTER SINK BACK INTO THE OIL OCEAN

Mo-Tak please relax you're like three 9 year-olds in a trench coat

KWANG AND GELLY

YOU BASTARDS

EVIL OIL DEMON STUPID

LEAVE MY MR. MA OUT OF THIS

HOW DARE THE EPISODE END THERE

[lullips]

when i'm with you — l. sh

pairings : lee suhyeok x fem!reader

genre : fluff, lowercase intended

summary : in this catastrophe, you and suhyeok feel the safest when you are with each other.

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the cold wind slips past through the broken window. a bunch of kids who were just experiencing their first-ever zombie apocalypse scattered around the room, finally feeling at peace as their eyes closed, roaming in their own dreams.

the two lovers sat together near the window, your head on suhyeok's chest and his arm under your neck and the other one wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to make you feel warmer, one of your arm on his stomach, legs tangled together, and his blazer on top of you both.

your breaths were steady, hair framing your face perfectly and the moonlight hit your face as you sleep, escaping this nightmare for a little while, secretly wishing that this was all dream, and by the time you woke up you were in suhyeok's room, doing your make-up on him or play mario kart together while the smell of his mum's cooking fills the entire house.

suhyeok didn't sleep though. instead, he keeps his eyes on you. holding you so dearly and watching you as your chest move up and down at a steady pace. he didn't want to sleep, at least not yet. this could be the last day you guys were together and he didn't want to waste it.

oh, how he wished all of this didn't happen. how he wished that right now, at this hour (honestly he doesn't know exactly what time is it but he guessed it's around 9 pm) he could take you out to an empty park, being dummies together.

he sighed, giving you a long forehead kiss before deciding to close his own eyes as drowsiness starts to kick in. he pulls you even closer, snuggling into your neck to find more warmth in this cold night.

—

the group of the teenage survivors sat by the fire on the school's rooftop, comfortable silence fills the night. after a tiring and thrilling struggle to get to where they are right now, they finally get to rest again. though they were extremely upset the helicopter left them, they have no other choice but to stay here, wishing for another one to come and finally taking them to a safe place.

"should we do a deep talk? like confessions or something? you know like in the movies." you said, chuckling while leaning your head to suhyeok's shoulder.

"okay, first of all, please stop that lovey-dovey stuff, it's grossing me out." daesu said, only to make suhyeok plant a hard kiss on your cheek which makes the group—and you—scream and gasps in shock.

"just say that you're jealous, daesu." suhyeok teased, sticking his tongue out at the boy who had a sour expression on his face, causing everyone to laugh.

"oh, i think we should do that. what y/n said, i mean." onjo spoke. all of them nods and there goes the conversation.

from jimin's not-so-pleasant story about how she should just move to seoul, to how namra felt so glad that she finally had some friends, to daesu's singing, and to cheongsan's confession for onjo. you can say it was quite nice, it brings closure to all of you and you liked it. you like how it felt safe and comfortable.

you feel suhyeok's hands on your shoulder. you look up and smile at him before closing your eyes and rest your head on his chest. "what are we gonna do after this?" you said.

"what do you mean?" suhyeok asked, looking down at you.

"you know, after all of this is over, what do you want to do?" you opened your eyes to meet his.

"well, what do you wanna do?" he asked again.

"i want to eat your mum's jjajangmyeon, it was my favorite. i want to put my make-up on you and play mario kart together. or maybe roblox, anything on your computer. and then we can watch peaky blinders, we haven't finished that." you said, looking at the night sky above. the only thing that remains the same in this hell hole.

suhyeok smiled sadly, he wants to do that too, really. he would do anything to eat his mum's jjajangmyeon while watching your favorite shows, constantly throwing comments and arguing here and there again. but he didn't even know are they gonna be able to do that anymore? but nonetheless, he answered softy, "then we'll do that after this."

suddenly you felt a wet drop on your cheeks which make you open your eyes. "are you crying?" you asked.

"no." suhyeok shake his head.

"are you drooling?!" you said again, sitting straight.

"what? no!" your boyfriend replied, hands up in defense.

"wait..," you trailed off. another drop hit your face, and then more drops hit your face again. "it's- it's raining!" you yelled in joy.

"everyone, it's raining!" getting on your feet, you opened your mouth to drink some of the rain waters. "oh my god, it's raining! woohoo!!" you yelled again, twirling and jumping, feeling freer with every drop of rain that hits you.

suhyeok watches you with loving eyes, seeing you bubbly as that making butterflies form in his stomach. god, how he loves you so much.

the tall boy got up, coming towards you and picking you up with a genuine smile. he spins you around, the melody of your laughs combined as well as the others'.

after a few spins, suhyeok finally put you down, never breaking the eye contact. he keeps his hands on your waist and your hands on his neck. you both smile at each other before closing the gap between you both. sharing a soft loving kiss with each other.

you broke the kiss, looking straight into his eyes and playing with the back of his hair as you whispered. "i love you." a tear dropped from your eyes as the stress, anxiety, and tiredness starts to overwhelmed you, followed by a sob.

suhyeok's hand finds its way to your cheeks, wiping the tears away as he brings you to his embrace. "i love you too."

—

you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend, couldn't help but let out a small sniff when you saw the armies with their guns, the feeling of relief washed you over. finally, it's all gonna come to an end.

you put your hands up, signaling the armies that you guys bring no harm. memories of the difficult process for all of you to get there, the people that didn't make it, your friends that didn't make it. namra, cheongsan, wujin, joonyeong, everyone creeps up to your mind. leaving a bittersweet feeling in your chest.

suhyeok rubbing your hand in a small circle, giving comfort and reassurance as much as he can.

"there are survivors!" the army shout, bringing their guns down and rushing to you guys, checking here and there.

you're safe. suhyeok is safe, all the pain, all the tired, are worth it. even though there have to be painful sacrifices.

the armies led you guys to the quarantine camp, giving you clean clothes and all. you look around, looking at the people inside the rooms, crying and hugging together.

you look up to suhyeok, only to find him already looking at you. "we made it." you said, letting out a breath of relief.

he smile and nod. "we made it."

—

four months have passed. you and suhyeok sat together on one of the sides of a tent. both of your hands inside his as he constantly blows it to bring warmth, watching the kids running around and playing with each other. it started to snow, which you were so happy for. you love winter, you love the snow. it was such a peaceful scene to see after the catastrophe behind.

"are you hungry?" you said, leaning on him.

"mhm, what do you want to eat?" he asked.

"i don't know, anything. but i really want hotteok right now." you look at him with a scrunched face. "do you think they'll give us some hotteok for winter?"

suhyeok chuckled softly, ruffling your hair a bit. "maybe? we'll see. i'll make you one if they don't." he rubs his nose against yours. you laughed as you feel the tingling sensation.

suhyeok give you a peck before hugging you so tightly. rocking you forward and backward. "aahh, you're so cute, i love you, darling."

how you guys wished this moment would last forever. the situation isn't the best but it's enough, you like it. now that everything has passed, you swear you would cherish every moment you had. with your friends, with the people around, and most importantly... with suhyeok.

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not very happy abt the ending cuz i'm not sure how to end it but well oh well here you have it <3

[trulylino]

=> Build the Barrier Pt 2 - JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x gn!reader

Genre: Horror, all of us are dead au, angst

Summary: The requested part two of this fic where the reader reunites with Jungkook during the zombie apocalypse at Hyosan High.

Warnings: gore, wound detail, mentions of food, zombies, death, canon divergence, spoiler free!

Word count: 1.1k

Read part one here!

Masterlist

As soon as Jungkook's mouth withdrew from your cheek you felt a warm wave pulse through your veins. You were stunned, your thoughts swimming with confusion rather than fear as you stared at the boy in front of your, bloody mouth and cracking bones. His handsome face was twisted into a knarled expression, his pearly whites stained red, his eyes bloodshot, just like the time you had stolen his father's liquor for the first time and he had woken up practically dead. Why weren't you afraid of what was going to happen?

Maybe it was the knowledge that even now you were with Jungkook. You wouldn't have to face this without him. As incredibly cringey as it sounded you were glad that it was him who had bitten you.

You were distracted from your oddly timed reminiscing by the sounds of screaming from your classmates on the other side of the glass window. Suddenly, you were aware of the flesh trailing from your face, the warm trickle of blood which dripped down to your neck, staining your once crisp white school shirt a bright crimson. To your (continued) confusion Jungkook hadn't gone in for seconds. You were almost offended by that, did you not taste good enough to be eaten? Jungkook always had been a picky eater. You gave the growling mess beside you an annoyed shove, momentarily forgetting that he wasn't really the Jungkook you knew anymore.

"Why did you have to go an turn, Kookie? We were gonna survive together. Now we're gonna be weird brain munchers. That just isn't my vibe," you complained before laughing out loud, the ludicrisy of the situation kicking in. You must be going absolutely bonkers.

In fact, if Jungkook didn't stop breathing so loudly you might go mad. And what was that awful pounding sound? The initial shock you had felt had turned quickly into irritation and you turned to your classmates on the other side of the window rolling your eyes and pointing at Jungkook, who was now doing some sort of strange modern dance on the floor, legs at angles which would have definitely broken his bones had he been human.

Come to think of it, how come you hadn't yet met the same fate as your (ex)best friend. Every other zombie had turned almost instantly but here you were, completely sane with no immediate urge to go and chow down on Nam-ra's neck. Well, no more than usual anyway. Were you immune? Clearly, you were fine and you saw no problem in walking over to the door and turning the handle with a shrug before walking through and closing it, preventing the monster behind you from getting through to everyone else.

Maybe you should let him through. No one else here deserved to live after all. Not if Jungkook was in that state. Especially Na-yeon. You would maybe give everyone else a chance to run before you set him loose, but Na-yeon, she was getting no chances. Rude bitch. God, you were going mad. These were your friends. You couldn't let them turn. But what did it matter. They hadn't protected Jungkook like they should.

"Y/n-" On-jo started,

"Your- your cheek. Did Jungkook..." Su-hyeok interrupted before trailing off.

Your blood began to boil at your Jungkook's name come out of his mouth. How dare he mention him! He was yours. You would kill him.

No.

But you wanted to. Why couldn't you?

He didn't do anything wrong.

It should've been him, not Jungkook.

It was like an angel and devil sitting on your shoulder. Perhaps the infection was getting to you after all and your human side was bargaining and begging your zombie part to spare your friends. Both the good and evil were suddenly blown back by a waft of smell which hit your nose all at once. Something, someone, smelled good. Who was it? Not Ji-min, she always stank of that disgusting perfume. Not Su-hyeok, his disgusting feet were enough to make you want to run out into the hall to the other end of the school.

A chill ran down your spine as you focused on Na-yeon. The blood pulsing through your veins felt like it came to a stop as your eyes narrowed on the pink jumper clad girl. Her. You could hear her blood pulsing as she watched you, eyes wide, fingers shaking by her side. She seemed to realise your gaze was now locked on hers.

God, you were hungry. So hungry. The bile in your stomach threatened to overflow as you felt physically sick with starvation. Na-yeon's exposed leg looked so filling and moist and rich. You were STARVING.

It all happened before your rationality could kick in. Na-yeon turned on her heel, beginning her sprint for the door, but you couldn't help but lunge forward, grabbing her by the foot and dragging her back. You let your nose run up her leg, breathing in her scent. Finally your teeth sank into her flesh and you felt your hunger quench for a second. But it wasn't enough.

You went for Dae-su next.

Na-yeon was quick to turn, her personality had always been monstrous anyway, so you supposed it wasn't much of a change. You laughed mid guzzle at the idea of your nemesis being reduced to a disease ridden creature, revelling in the thought that she was gone and she was never going to order you around or make fun of you again.

You woke up from your whirlpool of a mind to a room filled with zombies. But that couldn't be right, because at a closer look these were your friends. There was On-jo and Wu-jin. And Su-hyeok and Nam-ra. What was going on? You pinched yourself, needing to wake up from this nightmare this instant.

"Ahh," you hissed in pain at your fingers on your skin. No. You felt that. This wasn't... a dream? That wasn't posible. How would you still be alive and your friends weren't? How had they even turned in the first place? The classroom had been safe and the doors were still firmly sealed shut. You glanced over to the recording booth to see Jungkook's face pressed up against the glass.

And everything came flooding back.

"No." A tear ran down your bloodied cheek. "No. I didn't do this. It wasn't me." You ran over to the glass and to your horror in your reflection you saw a monster. Not a zombie, but not a human. Your face been ripped to shreads but you still saw the red coating around your mouth which you knew wasn't lip gloss. How could you have done this? This was all your fault.

Now all your friends were dead.

Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Because The Rain Makes Rainbows... Pairing : Lee Suhyeok x F!Reader TW : spoilers for the last two episodes ; canon divergence ; fluffy ending ; I'm sorry, it's still kind of angsty in the middle, I can't help myself ; Word Count : 2.1k Request : Anonny : Can I request fluff for Su-hyeok?

To have been found during such a hectic time was a miracle, although you were quite positive that none of them had actually meant to find you at all, you just so happened to be in the room that the group of still human students seeked shelter in. You could remember it clearly, the way they all ran to you as if they knew you, as if you had been one of the missing members of their group and they had been looking for you the whole time. All of them had been so kind, so sweet, and you didn’t know any of them. 

There was one in particular who took a certain… protective stance over you, making sure that you were always safe, always guarded, whenever the group had to move, when an area was deemed unsafe. He had become your own personal bodyguard, and you didn’t even know why, but you appreciated it, and you made sure to thank him every chance you got for watching out for you. He always brushed it off, but the corners of his lips would tug up when he looked at you, when he heard you speak, and he’d quickly look away if you caught him looking. There was something, you just didn’t have the time to think of just what that something might be. 

The group that had grown smaller and smaller with each move you had to make had finally made it away from the school, but not without some of the worst losses that any of you would have to go through. Watching people that you had begun to look at as friends, and some even as best friends die at the hands of zombified students had taken a toll on everyone that was left, but you were all hell bent on getting out, so you pushed forward no matter how bad it hurt. 

“We’re almost there! Come on!” Suhyeok shouted, pushing everyone that was left forward. No one knew how much further there was to go, but his words of encouragement were the only source of reassurement that anyone had left, everyone held onto those words like they were scriptures. Almost there… Were you really almost there? No one knew, but if Suhyeok said so, it had to be right… Right?

Snarls and stumbled footsteps sounded in the distance, and Namras head shot up as she froze in the center of the street. “What is it?” Onjo asked, and you felt your own body freeze up with fear. You had known that whatever it was that was going on wouldn’t have stayed in the vicinity of the school, but it felt like you had been walking for hours, you didn’t think the zombies would have made it this far. 

She started counting off, the number going higher and higher until she urged everyone to run, and before anyone else’s feet started moving, you had sprinted off into an area that you didn’t even know, finding somewhere safe to hide as your hand covered your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing and your whimpered cries. Would this ever be over with? Would any of you actually get to somewhere that was completely safe? It didn’t seem like it, it didn’t seem like there was somewhere safe to go to. The military had already left you all for dead, had they done the same for every other citizen of Hyosan? Did they even care? 

The sound of snarling and screaming was loud, and then it went completely silent. Should you come out from where you were? Everyone else had fought it seemed… Were they gone? Had they lost the battle? Were you the only one left? Maybe they had made it, but realized that you were too weak to be in their group. They were all fighters, and when it came time to fight, you had run, you had been a coward. They didn’t need you in their group, you would only hold them back. Maybe they went on without you, it would be better if they did, it’s not like you were in any way essential to them getting to wherever they were going. You would only hold them back. 

And even though those thoughts were racing through your mind, a small part of you hoped that you would be found once again by the group of people that you had called your friends. Time seemed to tick by though, and with each passing second, that hope dwindled until it wasn’t there at all. No one was coming to save you, they had probably already forgotten about you. It was quite easy to do that considering you hadn’t made any memorable contributions to the group. You had just… been there, and now you weren’t. You hoped that they were okay though, they had gotten you this far, and you hoped that they had made it further. They deserved it, they deserved to make it. 

Four months had passed, and you still could remember that pang of gut wrenching, indescribable fear that overcame you when the lid to the dumpster had opened, and then the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over you and had tears pouring down your face when the dumpster lid was flung open. You weren’t sure how long you had been in there, maybe it had been days, or maybe it had only been hours, you couldn’t keep track, but as they lifted you up and out, your knees buckled and you collapsed onto the ground, crying until you inevitably passed out. 

You had been put into double quarantine along with the rest of the citizens of Hyosan, and while you had been there, you hadn’t seen anyone from the group you had been with. You dreaded the thought that something had happened to them, that they hadn’t made it to safety. Your mind continued to replay that moment back when you had run away. Would they have made it if they ran with you? Would you all have been found together? 

You had never stopped thinking of all of them, silently thanking them for saving you, for getting you here, but there was one person that you thought of more than anyone else. Suhyeok and his smile, the way he spoke to you, the way he stared at you, images of him filled your mind no matter what you were doing. Every waking and sleeping moment, he was there. 

The extra quarantine for Hyosan citizens had ended, but you were all only let out into a slightly larger quarantine zone, but it was better than where you had been, and you hoped that maybe you’d recognize some of the faces of the people that were walking around. Were your parents there? Had any of your family members made it? There were so many people, and you walked around the camp daily, trying to find someone, anyone that you might know. 

“Sorry… Excuse me…” You whispered, bowing your head to the tall figure that you had bumped into during one of your searches, but the person's hands grabbed onto your shoulders, and then one hand moved to slip a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at them. 

The sun was so bright, you could barely see, the person’s features shadowed by the blinding light that haloed behind them. “Y/N…?” It was a man’s voice, and before you could correctly place it to someone, his arms were wrapped tightly around you, practically lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. “I was so worried, but I never stopped hoping, I never stopped praying that you’d be here, that I’d find you.” He said, and when he finally put you down, your back was to the sun and you could finally take in the man who was standing in front of you, and the sight of him had tears forming in your eyes. 

“You made it…” You whispered, wrapping your arms around Suhyeok, clinging onto the coat that he was wearing. “I didn’t see you… I thought… I thought you got hurt… Is everyone else okay?” His head quickly nodded as he pulled you against his chest, his hand petting over your hair as his chin rested atop your head. “I’m sorry I ran…” 

“Shh… It’s okay…” He murmured, his hand sliding down to rub soothing circles in your back, but you could hear the raspiness in his chest, he was holding back his own tears. “We looked for you, I looked for you… But it was getting dark… I’m sorry I gave up…” He was ashamed, you could hear it in his voice, but he had no reason to be. You understood, and you were glad that he had made it, that he was safe, but he didn’t seem like that’s what he wanted to hear right now, so you held onto him, and he held onto you, the silence enough for now as you both relished in the fact that you were both there now, you were both together. 

“I never stopped thinking about you either…” You whispered, glancing up at him, and your words had that familiar smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You saved me… I still owe you for that.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he looked into the distance over the top of yours. You wondered what he was thinking, what was going through his mind as that smile stayed plastered to his face, a soft hum emanating from his pursed lips and vibrating through his chest. 

“Well… There was one thing that I had been hoping to do when we got here together that day… But I can do it today, it’ll be just as good.” He mused, and your head cocked to the side as you breathed out a hushed hmm? In response. His gaze lowered to yours, his eyes like lasers as they looked directly into your own, his tongue darting across his lips before he leaned in. You didn’t even have time to react before his lips were against yours. It felt like you were melting, the heat that filled your entire body and the electricity that rushed through your veins, it was like every nerve ending along your skin was alive and highly aware of the way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours. It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t been dreaming of this moment every single night, that you hadn’t been pondering what it would feel like to have his lips against yours, and for it to finally be happening, it was far more perfect than you had ever imagined it to be. “Hey…” The word came out as a chuckle as his thumb brushed along your lower lip. You were in a daze, like your entire body had floated up to cloud nine and you were in no hurry to come back down. “I should have asked you this when I first saw you in the halls at school…” 

The sudden revelation that he had noticed you before all of this had you snapping back to reality, your eyes growing wide as you stared at him. “Y-You saw me? You knew me?” He nodded sheepishly, and you rolled your eyes as you teasingly pushed his shoulder. “Why didn’t you say hi? Why didn’t you do anything?” 

His hand awkwardly moved to the back of his neck, rubbing it quickly as he looked down at the ground. “I thought you were really pretty… But… Who cares about that. We don’t have to go to school, and you’re here now, I’m talking to you now.” You scoffed, but he was right, there was no school to go to, it had been nuked along with all the zombies and some of your friends too. No, you couldn’t think about that, no right now… This was supposed to be a good moment, a happy moment. “So…” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he grabbed your hands, his thumb brushing along your knuckles before slipping his fingers between your own. “Do you want to go have lunch with me? We can talk while we wait in the super long line… Get to know each other?” 

You giggled lightly, nodding your head as he let go of one of your hands to stand next to you, your arms swinging as you walked towards the lunch tent. It wasn’t exactly a dream date, not even close, but you were with him, and he was with you, and for the time being you and him were safe, and that in itself made it perfect. 

[allofuswantgwinam]

this is who i write for atm. I’ll probably add more tv/movie characters and maybe actors eventually

LEE SUHYEOK

https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/677235320056676352/hi-can-i-request-femreader-ignoring-suhyeok

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681087077159436288/suhyeok-thinking-youre-mad-at-him-he-would-be

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679491798291431424/lee-suhyeok-in-bed-really-soft-at-first-is-too

YOON GWI NAM

“please don’t leave me.” https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676597186050523136/2-angst-gwi-nam

gwi nam almost kills you before remembering how much he loves you https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/677128111475802112/can-i-have-a-gwi-nam-x-reader-where-gwi-nam

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/678492889652822016/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-fingering

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679038935403462656/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-smut-18-short

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679906912758841344/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-kinda-short-calls-u-a

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679949923865788416/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-fluff-slight-smut-at

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679323854410252288/gwi-nam-in-bed-d-a-d-d-y-hella-tease-he-likes part 1/ part 2 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681073630515462144/gwi-nam-in-bed-pt-2-hehe-loves-pulling-your

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679038935403462656/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-smut-18-teasing part 1/part 2 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679508822417719296/gwi-nam-x-reader-part-2-part-1

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681306841402294272/gwi-nam-when-you-make-him-jealous-on-purpose-it

part 1 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679323854410252288/gwi-nam-in-bed-d-a-d-d-y-hella-tease-he-likes part 2 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681073630515462144/gwi-nam-in-bed-pt-2-hehe-loves-pulling-your

LEE CHEONG SAN

HANG GYEONG SU

https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676427875616948224/i-always-feel-better-when-youre-here-gyeong-su part 1/ https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676862435007791104/welcome-to-my-bs part 2

finding out what happened to him after a big fight and not getting to talk it out because of the zombies https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676783276247121920/hi-ive-been-wanting-to-request-a-gyeong-su-x

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679043152681779200/gyeong-su-in-bed-at-first-i-think-hed-be-really

JANG WOO JIN

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679993981217767424/jang-wu-jin-in-bed-i-think-he-would-be-a-dom

GONG YOO/SALESMAN/HAN YUN JAE

18+, him introducing the salesman to you turned into a rough quickie on the couch https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679943545314050048/gong-yoo-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-another

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/678316325893029888/salesman-x-reader-warnings-18-unprotected

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/680852316962881536/salesman-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-p-in-v

WI HA JOON/JUN HO/DO SHIK/K

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681111997385949184/breaking-up-with-do-sik-hed-probably-laugh-at

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/680713227232018432/do-sik-x-reader-warnings-fingering-oral-f

RYU SU YEOL/LEE DONG WOOK/SEO MOONJO

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/680854696809938944/ryu-su-yeol-in-bedk-dominant-but-still

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681668799543607297/seo-moonjo-in-bed-honnnnestly-think-hes-a-soft

YOON JONG WOO

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS SCENARIO

18+, hickies: https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/677052516750573568/aouadsalesmanjun-ho-x-reader-warnings-some

https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676661062157860864/imagine-smoking-weed-with-aouad-characters

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679671459383279616/gwi-nam-x-reader-lee-suhyeok-x-reader-authors

seo moonjo and jong woo https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/682524784195698688/seo-moonjo-x-jong-woo-x-reader-warnings-smut-18

OTHERS/RANDOM

ryu tae suk https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/678818768886120448/ryu-tae-suk-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-pretty

[sweetrabbit]

i’ll always be on your side

pairings: Choi Nam Ra x welfie! gn reader

genre: angst, established-secretive relationship

summary: an already distressed y/n, afraid to lose their girlfriend, now was afraid their girlfriend would be afraid of them. was it na yeons eyes fooling her? or was it just to keep her pride up, to prove everyone she’s right, and y/n was really infected?

warning/s: blood, sort of canon character death (? i just switched it to y/n instead of gyeongsu im so sorry im so lazy 😭) sort of aouad spoilers?? some fighting ig

a/n: SORRY ITS SO LONG, I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO CUT OUT BC I THOUGHT IT WAS ALL IMPORTANT, i loved the idea of the losing dogs metaphor and i’ve been meaning to write for a fem character i, thank you sm for the request! I’M SOR TRY AGAIN IF ITS NOT HOW YOU WANTED IT TO BE OR IF IT WAS BORING

SORT OF inspired by ‘I Bet on Losing Dogs’ by Mitski!

under a tree, nearby Hyosan Highschool sat two juniors, Ms. Prez and her lover.

though it was labeled as a date, it felt more like nam ra studying and y/n keeping them company.

many thoughts ran through y/n’s head, they all consisted of doubt and fear. ‘why has nam ra been ignoring me? have i said something to anger her? maybe she just wants to focus on her studies, she does have high expectations. but what if she isn’t fond of me anymore?’ as the thoughts slowly accumulate to worse scenarios, nam ra catches y/n’s distressed state.

trying to comfort someone was foreign to her, she has never seen y/n so worried. “are you ok, dear?”

the nickname that was laced with a sweet tone brought y/n out of their thoughts. “mmhmm yeah, i think we should head back before we’re late for class.”

to that nam ra nods, grabbing y/n’s hand in the process.

but then all hell breaks loose. left and right, students are attacking one another, their eyes flair red, a monstrous emotion replaces their previous happy aspect.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the once joyful class of 2-5, was now in fear. the stares that beat down y/n after lee na yeon had rudely accused them of being infected.

“it’s nothing, didn’t you see su hyeok hit me with the end of the mop?” y/n walks casually but na yeon is quick to stop them “stay there, don’t come any closer.”

“i wasn’t bitten..” nervous sweat drizzles down their forehead, the blood that wasn’t wiped slowly touching their index finger, but a scratch catches na yeons eyesight.

“your hand! explain that.” her breath shudders, an annoyed look comes across “my hand scratched the broken glass.”

their angered voice booming through the room, their other classmates, including Ms. Park to backs up.

“all you do is lie and be in denial, like the welfie you are.”

but before y/n could attack na yeon, cheong san goes to check up the supposed ‘bite’

“it’s just a scratch, you can check if you want.” once cheong san confirms the theory, the others finally believe y/n’s protest.

“go apologize to y/n, they did nothing, c’mon end this already.” dae su speaks up for everyone else.

“no, i’m not, why should i? i saw that thing grab them, they have a open wound too, what if they got infected through that? i’m right aren’t i? gyeong su was there, you saw too, right?” the girl in a bright ping cardigan yells out.

“na yeon, enough.” Ms. Park cuts na yeon’s nonsense “wait, can touching one’s hand infect them?” cheong san points out, it wasn’t proven anyway, so how would na yeon know?

“i don’t know, but they might-“

“i held i sak’s hand when she fell. why is nothing happening to me?” on jo defends their friend, sadness and guilt growing inside her at the thought of i sak.

“because they have a cut, and since there’s a open wound, it’s probably gonna be different.”

the class fight’s back and forth. “for the sake of na yeon, i’ll just stay in the recording room for 30 minutes, you happy?” y/n shoves their classmates shoulder in the process of entering the petite room.

only nam ra notices na yeon’s gleam towards the blood covered stick.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“it’s been over an hour and y/n still doesn’t wanna go out.” ji min whines. “they’re stubborn like that sometimes, i’ll go talk to them.” nam ra’s tone was soft, trying to grab the handle of the wooden door.

“why should you go? if anyone, it should be na yeon.” ji min cut in as everyone looks at the snob.

“why should i” a frustrated sigh runs through everyones lips. “they’re like this because of you!”

“everyone stop. na yeon, you promised to apologize to y/n after 30 minutes remember? it’s been 30 minutes.” na yeon hums before getting up.

her hands in her pockets as if she was hiding something. everyone was shocked at her sudden change of character, all but nam ra, something didn’t feel right about this, but she couldn’t put a finger on it.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“oh my god, she’s touching them!” dae su chuckles, su hyeok giggling from behind.

nam ra stands abruptly, going to watch the scene unfold, afraid something might happen.

as she watches the dirty cloth touch her lovers hand, she can do nothing but watch, unsure if what she saw was true, she stood there in place, unable to move and too shocked, her mouth was agape watching the face of her beloved contort to discomfort.

“i suspected you because the situation called for it, and i was really mad earlier. i’m still mad at you. you know i’ve always looked down on you” a harsh glare setting down on her classmate, making them even more uncomfortable. “it’s fine, it’s all in the past. let’s just go.” y/n says, looking at nam ra for any sort of comfort.

“i’m not apologizing. you deserve to be looked down on. our complex banned you wefies, but you force your way in. and how dare you push me? you thought i’d apologize? everyone was taking your side, i was cornered because of a nobody like you, always hiding behind class prez like she could do anything. stay the full hour. i hope you never come back.” her confident smirk runs onto her features.

“you can talk about me all you want, but you keep nam ra out of this.” y/n pushes na yeon, causing her to stumble on a few recording equipment.

na yeon gets back on her two feet, walking away whispering a small “fucking welfie” everyone claps at the scene they thought they understood.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING CHEAT!” y/n repeats the sentence trying to get to the brat in-front of them but cheongsan, su hyeok and even Ms. Park stopped them.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the boys, including nam ra are trying to calm y/n down, as Ms. Park and the girls scold na yeon.

“and what if i’m right? will you all finally admit i saved you all, huh? oh look.” na yeon looks at y/n, the blood running down their nose once again, fear running through everyone’s faces.

a confused look on y/n’s face, slowly feeling warm liquid on their face.

“hey, y/n, why don’t you just go back to the room ok? maybe we can figure this out.” Ms. Park says, everyone watching their classmate stare at their shaking hands.

“i hope you’re happy.” y/n stares at na yeon, and then back at the others. “thank you, thank you everyone, please go back home and be safe, okay?” a sad smile runs along their features.

nam ra tries to grab them “no, no maybe, maybe its just a normal nose bleed, hm? maybe its a misunderstanding, ok you aren’t one of them ok?”

“it’s ok, this is for the best, please stay back. i’d never forgive myself if i were to inflict pain onto you.” they slowly walk through the door.

“no please, you’re my baby ok? you aren’t one of them, you’re mine and no one could take you away from me, remember what you said? please say you’re still my baby..” tears run down both their faces “i will always be your baby, love.” they place a haste kiss on nam ra’s lips, making sure there was no infected blood on her “i love you.”

“thank you for everything, stay alive.”

their bones tick dramatically, before running out the door as fast as they can.

the once quiet girl now sobs loudly trying to get to the door, but su hyeok holds her back. “no please, please i have to go after them, they aren’t a zombie ok? i know i’ll just get them.” her voice shudders, the rest of the class heart breaks at the scene.

y/n outside listening to nam ra’s cries “you were never one to show emotions, but i’m glad i got to spend my last few minutes with you, darling.” their eyes shoot into the deep crimson, turning into the rest, running in a fast pace, desperate for food.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“why did you have to turn?” gyeong su, dae su and woo jin all share a tissue.

“i told you all they were infected.” na yeon’s pride grows bigger. “well, are you happy now?” dae su stops to argue.

“you were all wrong. only i was right. what would you even do without me?” na yeon rolls her eyes, going back to stare at nothing. revising the scene in her mind as if it were to boost her ego, when only it made her feel guiltier knowing she killed someone’s significant other for the sake of her pride.

“hey, maybe you did it.” nam ra goes to avenge her lover, though it sounded more of a claim than a question.

the stare that she gave na yeon made the atmosphere of the room more tense. “i saw everything. na yeon…”

“what? what did you see?” the girl infront of nam ra grows impatient, scared that she’s been caught.

“you are the one who did it.” nam ras voice was low compared to na yeons crying.

“who did what? i didn’t do anything to y/n.”

“i didn’t say anything about y/n.” the thought of their significant other stung her, but she stayed strong. “while we were all watching y/n, you were in the back alone. “you wiped that blood with your handkerchief.” nam ra points at the now clean mop. “you wiped that on the scratches on y/n’s hand.”

and as much as na yeon tried to proclaim thag it wasn’t her, she knew deep down that if she kept up this act, everyone would catch on. “i did not.”

“it’s in your pocket.”

“so what?”

“take it out.”

“no”

“take it out.”

“i said no.” na yeon goes to slap nam ra’s “should i take it out?” the raven headed girl goes to grab the towel, only for her hand to be pulled aways.

“fuck you. who do you think you are? class president?” nam ra was quick to slap the remark off her mouth, a red hue growing onto her cheeks.

“you never treated me like president. only y/n ever showed me respect, always so sweet and nurturing to the others, why else do you think everyone sided with them and not you?”

“nam ra, enough. nam ra, you do realize what you’re saying right now? if thats true, then it means na yeon killed y/n.” Ms. Park stops the quarrel between the two girls.

“it’s true, na yeon did it. she killed them.”

“you fucking cunt.” na yeon throws the handkerchief at her face. “there, happy?”

“this is blood.” nam ra observes the dirty hanky. “i wiped y/n’s hand.”

“this is their blood? then put it on your wound. wipe yourself with it if you’re so confident.” nam ra hands the napkin back. “like their blood is so clean? they were a zombie.”

“they were just fine until you infected them with your handkerchief.” nam ra pokes at na yeons head “DAMN IT! IT WASN’T ME!” na yeon grabs the wipe from the ground, hesitating to place it onto her wound.

“don’t do it, stop it. let go. i said stop it, let go.” Ms. Park couldn’t bare to lose another student, they felt like her very own children.

“Leave me alone! Fuck! should i die too then, huh? that’s what you want isn’t it? why is y/n better than me? that filthy welfie pushed me.”

before Ms. Park could say anything, nam ra pushed na yeon to the ground “you have no right to call them that way after you killed them. you’re a murderer.” nam ra was furious, how could she ever say that?

na yeon looks up, teary eyed. so now she was playing the victim card after doing something unforgivable?

“i have no friends at all. i don’t need any of you. fuck you.” everyone looks down at her, as if she deserved their pity. she wasn’t entitled to say any of these things, so why?

she walked out, woo jin however trying to stop her, but Ms. Park got there first.

“listen.. no matter what happens, you stay alive. also, you must never take a life. if you cause someone else to die, life becomes completely meaningless. all right?”

her last lesson, her last smile at her beloved class. oh how she’d miss these wonderful children, never failing to bring a smile on her face everyday. going out the room was hard, but she had to do it to protect them from whatever was happening outside.

and hopefully, hopefully they’d all wake up from this terrible nightmare. tears and blood staining their face, including the uniform that once represented their school.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

after the city of Hyosan was bombed, nam ra decided to visit a area that meant a lot.

“i miss you everyday, y/n, and it hurts me all the time knowing i couldn’t protect you, but i’m glad you’re now safe up there.” nam ra places a few flowers, snacks and the pieces of papers they handed each other before the chaos onto the tree that represented their love for one another.

“i love you.”

-

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[shotorozu]

won’t turn

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character(s): bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku (bnha)

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend: [Y/N = YOUR NAME, L/N = LAST NAME] you/your pronouns and they/them pronouns, quirk’s not mentioned, (quirks still exist)

scenario type: angst-ish with a happy ending, a drop of humor in katsuki and shouto’s (x reader)

content warning: mentions of blood and death, because y’know.. zombies and zombie bites, swearing, everyone kinda beefs with bakugou because he’s thinking of the group’s safety, and bakugou’s thinking of Y/N’s who is bitten in his scenario lmao.

note(s): zombie apocalypse au— in which you get bit and your crush is heavily convinced that you won’t turn 😻 i fused the happiness and all of us are dead zombie virus together. basically, “zombies but not really zombies” exist here, and the zombies act like the AOUAD zombies, but they can be cured 🤩 it’s just gonna take a long ass time… oh, and class 1-A got split into two 💀 and they also mixed with class 1-B

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bakugou katsuki

bakugou examines your hand again, red irises scanning over the teeth marks imprinted onto the flesh of your hand, while crimson slowly leaked from the bite mark.

bakugou clicks his tongue.

his vibrant red haired friend eyes him antsy, and approaches him in a slow and cautious manner, like his friend would run off at the slightest creak of the floor. he puts his hand on his shoulder, “bakugou—”

“no.” the emphasis on the word causes his friend to pause, and the blond takes this as an opening to shove his hand off, “whatever’s you’re gonna say is probably fucking bullshit.”

“bakugou, this is really hard to say but they—”

“no they won’t.” he cuts his friend off, before he could even finish his sentence. he didn’t have to, for bakugou to immediately recognize what he was about to say.

“i mean, i p—probably will,” you say with a wince, staring down at your wound anxiously. your hand throbs with pain.

you then look at the floor, not wanting to meet the eyes of your classmates and friends— who are very cautious of your presence as a whole. “everyone who’s gotten bit turned.”

you ruefully recall the sight of a business course student twitching and writhing, limbs making loud cracking noises, and groaning so hoarsely— before morphing into a completely new being seconds later.

you let out a shaky sigh, making a move to walk towards the locked door. maybe if you’re quick enough, you could slip out of the room without letting a single zombie in. “i’m not safe, bakugou. i could hurt, maybe even infect other people when i turn—”

“stop saying that— stop saying that load of crap!” you hear a few loud footsteps before a warm hand harshly jerks you back, and away from the door, “then tell me, why do you look fine? why do you not look like shit?”

you laugh humorlessly, unable to find it in yourself to even look at him— not even his shoes, or spiky blond hair. “i’m honestly flattered that you think my appearance looks fine despite the world’s conditions.”

“don’t give me that shit, and just answer the question.” his eyes narrow into a glare, his hand still gripping your wrist firmly. he secretly took note to grab at your opposing wrist— the wrist that didn’t have the bitten hand attached to it.

“some people turn in seconds, and some turn in minutes. if they’re lucky, they’ll turn in hours.” tokoyami notes from the sidelines. you silently thank him for answering in your place— because honestly? you don’t know why you haven’t turned yet.

“but they’re still going to turn,” monoma cuts in, “and we can either force them out, or they leave by themselves—”

bakugou frees your wrist, and suddenly— everyone can hear the pop of bakugou’s palms, the smell of nitroglycerin. you think it’ll be the last time you’ll get a smell of it.

“monoma!” kirishima chastised, before holding bakugou back with an arm, as he anticipated his friend’s lunge at the 1-B student.

the red head— and practically everyone who knows you was growing agitated, whatever attitude monoma had against class 1-A was everything but acknowledged, yet his words did everything to be ingrained in his peers’ minds.

midoriya, his green haired friend, decides it’s time to insert himself into the conversation. he approaches his childhood friend quickly, but ultimately brings up the topic cautiously— in a manner that’s similar to kirishima’s prior caution.

“kacchan,” midoriya starts, “i— we don’t want to do that, we don’t want to do anything to L/N, and we’re not giving up on them. they’re our friend but just, just make some distance.”

“we’re not going to.. kill them either,” todoroki adds on, “if that’s what you think. i don’t think anyone wants to do that to someone.”

bakugou said nothing, which was a lot worse than him screaming at everyone in the room— so loud, everyone would hear him and his echo for days.

bakugou pushed you behind him, his sharp eyes still staring ahead of him. he thinks to himself of how hypocritical he’s being right now, and at the very end— his previous behavior was coming back to haunt him.

it would be karma, if it was him in your shoes, but it’s not.

“katsuki, stop it.” he doesn’t have enough time to let the use of his first name sink in fully, and with enough force, you break free from his grasp. “look,” you look down at your hand, which is starting to twitch oddly. it feels strange. you’ve had a handful of injuries, ever since you came to UA, but you haven’t felt anything like this before.

you try not to cringe at the sound of cracking bones coming from only yourself, and yourself alone.

his expression falls at the sight, and maybe even his heart too. it feels like it dropped to the lowest pit of his stomach, yet for some reason— he can feel a twinge of pain residing in his chest.

“you can’t fucking be serious right now.”

“i’m sorry,” you say, and it feels like you’re completely giving up to the virus, “i tried. i’ll— i’ll see you guys again, when a cure is made— what? that sounds so corny, ew.”

bakugou only laughs bitterly.

your hand doesn’t stop twitching, and suddenly— it feels like your vision’s turned into a tunnel, the sides of you turning blurry, and the center going oddly sharp— you see a film of red.

you close your eyes to focus on breathing, your surroundings suddenly going quiet, and your body feeling strange— strange, but calm.

a second passes, and then another.

you take another breath. your mouth’s starting to water, and you suddenly feel hungry.

—and then you don’t turn.

you open your eyes, and you realized that the twitch of your hands came to a full stop, the hunger from within you mellowing down. you look at your friends— confusion, and.. relief? written all over their faces, “it just.. stopped? i don’t know what happened. did i just get edged?”

you hear a few footsteps, before the same hand— the same, warm hand as earlier, takes a hold of your wrist.

katsuki laughs, “i told you you weren’t going t’ turn. should’ve listened.”

—

todoroki shouto

not wanting to think of the inevitable zoom that is turning into a zombie, you lift your leg to examine the teeth marks laid decorating your skin.

to not your surprise, it hasn’t gotten better, but to your surprise— it hasn’t gotten worse. you don’t know what to think of this, and you’re unsure of how the others take this as.

blood continues to leak out of the mark, and the edge of your sock starts to soak in it. you turn your head away to grimace, your expression crinkled with pure dismay.

this doesn’t seem to fly under the radar, and before you can think of the situation’s severity even more, shouto calls out to you— the smoothness of his deep voice relaxing you, even if it’s only slightly.

“does it still hurt?” your gaze meets the eyes of shouto— your classmate, close friend and crush.

(you wonder if you’ll ever get the chance to tell him everything you want.)

“no, no that much anymore.” you deny, but your tone betrays you. shouto seems to recognize your pain, even before you can properly inform him of it.

without a single warning, shouto gets in front of you, and kneels. with his left, he grabs ahold of your hand to place it atop his head, and with his right, he examines your calve with attention. you try not to think of the coolness radiating from his touch.

“you should tell me when it hurts.”

you don’t give a verbal answer to that. what would be the point of that, again? pain or not.. you’ll turn into a zombie either way, won’t you?

you can feel another pair of eyes on the two of you. then, in a second— bakugou’s rushing over in your direction, palms popping with explosions— the smell of nitroglycerin invading your senses.

you feel a cool, but gentle brisk along the hand that’s resting on top of shouto’s head, and you suddenly see someone step in front of you. that someone, who you’ve quickly come to realize is shouto himself.

“back off.” he says so sharply— so coldly, you can actually feel the room’s temperature drop by just a tiny bit. you’re sincerely glad that you’re not at the receiving end of his words, “they’re not one of them.”

“t—todoroki! they need to go!” mineta fearfully calls out, tiny body trembling in place. “they’re.. they’re… y’know!—”

“i can see that.”

“so what then, icyhot? you know wh—”

“i know what could happen, but it’s not going to happen. they’re not going to turn—”

“i’m still fucking talking, asshole. you know exactly what’s going to happen! everyone who’s gotten bitten, grazed, and even had blood splattered in their fucking eyes turned into one of them,”

bakugou’s palms crack with mini explosions, and despite that— shouto stays firmly in place, and in front of you. “so tell me, fucking asshat. what are the chances of them not turning into a fuckin’ zombie? oh right, zero!”

bakugou then makes a move to grab at you, but todoroki’s the first to stop him— with a harsh grab at the collar “don’t touch them.”

your friends around you make sounds of disapproval, and they all make a point to quickly take a few steps forward— as much as their caution allows them to do.

bakugou spat back, his temperament now spiraling out of control “literally screw you, you idiotic piece of turd, you’re—”

“okay, now that’s just absurd,” you remark loudly, enough to make the room go quiet. “todoroki, everyone’s just scared. even the ones that don’t say anything about it.”

bakugou opens his mouth, but you’re quicker to cut in, “you’re not scared? well fine! you’re cautious, that’s one thing for sure. but everyone’s worried about the safety of themselves, and their group— and i don’t blame them one bit! turning into one of them,” you take a look at the actively scratching, and rabid zombies, “doesn’t look appealing, at all.”

todoroki then takes your hand into his own, intertwining his slightly cool fingers with yours, and pushes you to his side. he starts to takes a few steps back— and it doesn’t take long before the two of you are pressed against the pane of the window.

opening the window, you look at todoroki— who’s now slowly shaking his head, like he can tell what you’re about to do. the implications of your actions making things look obvious, but todoroki doesn’t dare to accept.

“todoroki, i hope you know..”

you gulp, trying to push down the growing lump in your throat. “i hope you know that you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever seen. so, d—don’t you dare think otherwise. i’ll literally bite your ass if i hear about it as a zombie. i swear i will. so… don’t, if you wanna stay safe.”

todoroki goes quiet, and you just wished he laughed. “p—please laugh. don’t leave me hanging.”

todoroki gives you a small, sad smile. it doesn’t feel as satisfying as you thought it would be— being one of the few people to make him smile.

he says your name in a hushed tone, like the sound’s reserved for your ears only. “you’re going to be fine, you’re going to be okay.”

you don’t say anything to that.

it happens like a slow rise of the sun. your fingers start twitching next— and you try and make an effort to push shouto away from you. he doesn’t budge.

you feel yourself twitch again. you can hear the sudden crack of your fingers. strangely enough, nothing’s too painful anymore, and the room so quiet— you can almost hear your ears ring.

you turn your head away, knowing how odd this might look. you can feel something foreign build from within, and you can even hear voices that you’re sure aren’t there— telling you to eat.

you close your eyes, just about ready to fling yourself out the window.

you feel todoroki’s firm grip first, as he gently caresses the back of your hand.

you open your eyes, and you suddenly have the urge to bite someone— bite todoroki. you’re about to pull todoroki even closer to you, almost ignoring the exclaims of your friends, and the sound of several people rushing over to todoroki’s defense.

almost.

you resist last second, and try to push him away, but shouto pulls you into his arms, and turns his back away— essentially, shielding you from whatever.

you pant, not understanding what just happened, and why you didn’t turn.

but your confusion is pushed to the side in a second, when your gaze locks with shouto’s bi-colored eyes— which are swarmed with relief, you’d hope. (it is what you hope)

“you’re okay, you’re okay.”

and this time, you might just believe him.

—

midoriya izuku

you feel weight being shoved off of you, and before you come to register it— you see a flash of green lightning, and then midoriya, who is slightly out of breath, and classically worried.

his evergreen eyes scan all over your face, and then everywhere else, in search of anything that indicated you being hurt.

you feel your stomach being tickled with nervousness. it feels like you’re shrinking under his stare— which, was something you never felt with him in particular.

he seems to realize what happened before you even inform him, his eyes going wide at the sight of imbedded teeth marks along the skin, and flesh of your shoulder.

it’s really like something in him cracked, and then bursted into millions of pieces all at once, ever so quickly.

he lets out a tiny whimper, and he falls to his knees seconds later. he looks at you with big, rounded, and glassy eyes.

you can see crystalline droplets rimming the corners of his eyes, and you can feel your heart clench. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” you don’t know why, but he’s apologizing— apologizing over and over again, like he’s the one that did this to you.

of course, he didn’t do this to you— how could he, really? but again, it’s midoriya izuku, your selfless and sweet classmate that you ever so adore, that just can’t seem to not blame himself during situations such as this.

“why are you apologizing?” you try to ask as nonchalantly as possible— but it comes out as weak. you stare

midoriya’s now reaching for something in his pocket, the flow of his tears not stopping. “i’m.. sorry for b—being so emotional, i’m not usually like this anymore, i swear. and i’m sorry for apologizing for being sorry—”

“midoriya!” you call out, interrupting his word ramble. he goes quiet— in favor of hearing what you have to say, instead of hearing his own rambling. “i told you to not apologize for stuff like that. you’re okay. you’re fine. got that?”

there’s a sniffle, and then midoriya’s nodding. “you’re okay, you’re okay too. i’m— i’m here, i’ll be here.” he whispers, while he wipes some blood off of your cheek with his thumb.

he isn’t sure if he’s telling you that, or himself.

before midoriya can help you up himself, kirishima runs over to you, and helps you up to your feet.

kirishima gives you a toothy smile, “are you alright, L/N?” he then registers midoriya’s tear stricken face. there wasn’t enough time for him to turn his face away, or even brush his question off casually.

“wait— midoriya, why are you crying?” there’s a pause, when his smile falls, and his eyes widen with realization— you’d figure. his sight is fixated on your shoulder, “midoriya, they.. look!”

“i— i know, kirishima.” midoriya sniffles, wiping his tear streaked face with the inside of his left sleeve, which is surprisingly spotless in comparison to the cuffs of his pants, and his right sleeve.

kirishima, and sero help him up to his feet as well, “dude.. i— i don’t know what to say.” sero says, disbelieving. they both look at you, corners of his mouth tilting downwards into a frown.

you hope you’re not being pitied, but even if you were, you wouldn’t be mad at him. considering how almost everyone in the room has seen what the virus could do to someone in just a few seconds, minutes and if you were lucky enough— days.

bakugou, seeing the ruckus, and hearing bits of the conversation without much context— trudges in your direction. his eyes narrow in a glare, trying to analyze what’s even going on there.

it’s quick, but with sharp and attentive eyes, bakugou sees the topic of the ruckus.

“deku.”

“kacchan,” midoriya starts, “i know what you’re thinking, but don’t. don’t say it.”

the blond only shakes his head. bakugou places his hand on the shorter’s shoulder, and he pulls his green haired friend away from you— with caution, like you’re somebody, something that’s going to hurt him.

“deku.” bakugou tries again, “you need to back off— they can turn any moment now.”

midoriya sees red for a second.

he brushes his friend’s hand off— forcefully. it’s something he hasn’t exactly done before. at least, in a situation that actively posed a danger to him, and other people.

his voice comes out a lot more serious than expected, and you’re so caught off guard— you almost forget about the deep bite mark on your shoulder, which is now leaking with crimson. “i told you ‘don’t’, kacchan. they’re not one of them, and they won’t be one of them, so don’t— don’t you dare say that.”

bakugou stares in disbelief. he starts to laugh, unbelieving of what just happened in front of him. “i can’t believe you.”

midoriya only stares in question, breath now growing ragged with frustration, and disbelief of his own.

“out of all the years i’ve fuckin’ known you, i have yet to get a reaction outta you like this one.”

he takes a step closer. this is starting to alarm surrounding friends— for multiple different reasons, one of them being the group of sound sensitive zombies, that have pits for stomachs, and everlasting appetites.

“bakugou, calm down—” todoroki says, in an attempt of intervention, but it’s proven unsuccessful

“stay the fuck out of this,” he heatedly warns, with his attention being all on the green haired hero-to-be, “you know what happens when you get bit, especially with a bite mark like that,” he makes an emphasis, by looking back at you.

you feel your friends’ eyes on you. you only look down— eyes finding interest in the floor.

(your attention snaps to the sudden twitch of your fingers. a feeling of doom settles in your stomach.)

“i thought you were fucking smart, deku. say whatever you fucking want, and sorry to break it to you, but you aren’t acting like yourself, believe it or not—”

“i know!” midoriya exclaims, those crystalline tears forming in his eyes once more.

he back away from the blond— moving away to stand closely in front of you in a protective stance. “i know— i know what could happen, but— i don’t want to think of it, so let me be!”

(midoriya remembers why he considered himself to be unlucky at some point in his life.)

“is it wrong? is it wrong for me to not?” midoriya practically weeps— weeps for you, and everything that’s gone horribly wrong, “you can say whatever too, kacchan— but they, they were one of the first people to believe in me.”

you feel a pang in your heart.

“is it wrong for me to believe in them too? believe that they’re strong enough, and won’t turn into one of them?”

and almost instantly, bakugou’s expression softens— even if it’s just by a small percentage.

“look,” bakugou starts, “i’m— i’m sorry,” he apologizes soft toned, and midoriya has to blink a few times to register it. he’s been apologizing a lot more, lately— at least more than the past, but that doesn’t mean he fully anticipated it, nor does he know what to do.

but in a second, his tone snaps back to normal. “i honestly don’t really care whatever the fuck’s going between you two,” he does— if it would tell him why midoriya “deku” izuku’s acting like this, “but i’m.. sure you know what happens.”

“and none of us get a kick out of well, kicking out people.” bakugou pauses for a second, staring at the two of you standing so closely together.

“but you know what’s gotta happen.”

“i do— just,” midoriya sniffles, getting even closer to you. he then takes your hand in his— scars and callouses comforting against your skin. “don’t— don’t touch them.”

having had your moment of silence, you pull midoriya along with you, ignoring the slight twitch of your finger. you’ve been staring at it for enough.

you stand in front of the window, “midoriya.”

“you gotta push me out of this window when i turn, okay?” you feel his grip your hand a little tighter. you just wish it wouldn’t be the last time you held his hand— even if he fussed about his callouses, or grew red, and heated at sudden movements. “just think of it as a training exercise. you throw classmates out of windows all the time.”

midoriya shakes his head, “stop. don’t say things like that.”

you can hear bones crack, and your sight going.. different.

“you won’t turn,”

you can feel your own heart beat slowing down, and it feels like everything’s gone deaf on your words.

yet for some reason, you can make out what midoriya’s saying— maybe it’s because you’re affixed on his lips for some reason you hope isn’t related to your bite.

“you can do it. you won’t turn, you won’t.”

you smell something delicious, and you close your eyes— feeling your shoulder twitch oddly.

you straighten your back, in retaliation to that odd twitch— preparing yourself to give midoriya a head start, and push yourself just half way out of the window.

but, you can’t do it.

you can’t do it— because you don’t turn.

you stare at everyone, suddenly feeling weird, confused— even a little awkward, as you didn’t turn into a zombie for reasons nobody knows.

then, you hear sighs of relief— and you feel tears soak into the fabric of your bloodied blazer.

you find the source of said tears, and you find yourself staring in surprise— as izuku cries, sobs, and gasps in relief. (you’d sincerely hope that was the case, and you weren’t just scaring the poor dude.)

“thank— thank goodness.”

[soleurs]

▎  10:27 A.M.,  ft. han gyeongsu

mediums, gn! reader.. mutual pining.. confessions. genre, fluff. setting, non-apocalyptic. 

gyeongsu takes a seat next to you and pulls your notebook out of your grasp. before you can complain, he places a mini bouquet of fennel flowers on your palm. you fiddle with the gift, quietly observing it until you notice the rolled piece of paper.

carefully removing it from the stem, you give gyeongsu an inquisitive look. “what's this?”

“a piece of paper.” he laughs at the small shove you give his shoulder.

when you unravel the paper, you take your time to read the message messily scribbled on the surface. give a couple tilts of the head—maybe an extra squint since you don't have a microscope—you finally understand what gyeongsu is trying to tell you. or, rather, what he's trying to ask you.

on a scale of bare-su to ten, how free are you after school?

you look at gyeongsu with a small smile and answer, “if you're asking me out, i'd say bare-su.”

“great, it's a date!” he kisses your cheek and puts down your notebook. after he says he’ll pick you up at six, he swiftly runs off to tell cheongsan and suhyeok the good news. (maybe even ask the former for a discount at his family's restaurant.) 

only when he’s gone does the realization hit hard: you have a date with gyeongsu, your crush since middle school.

oh my.

© SOLEURS — 2022.

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