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illusory-nomad · 3 days ago

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05 OUT OF FRAME!! - Who Taught the Baby How to Rap Battle?

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 2155

TW : mild language, verbal aggression (I think that's what it's called??)

The city streets were alive today.

Y/N looked up from the festival poster Romance had sent to the group chat the night before. CitySoul Collective was a yearly street festival celebrating the city's underground culture. Rap battles, dance-offs, graffiti showcases, and of course, street snacks.

Y/N pulled her mask over her nose and mouth. Even if it has been months, and the scandal had died down enough, some people still stared for a little too long.

But today, it's not about the past, but about finding a future.

And right now, the future involved a flirty model and a streamer with self doubt.

Y/N navigated her way through the festival and found the two leaning against a graffiti-splashed wall near the rap battle venue. Romance was impossible to miss with his silk shirt scandalously left unbuttoned, winking and greeting passerby girls. Mystery, on the other hand, was dressed like someone who clearly didn't want to be noticed: jacket hood up, earbuds in, tapping away on his phone.

Annoyingly enough, he still looked good.

"Y/N, there you are!" Romance grinned. "Enjoying the festival?"

"Hardly," Y/N scoffed, "A tteokbokki vendor recognized me and tried to give me some in exchange for promotion."

"Yikes," Mystery winced.

"Right? Plus, I doubt using me for promotions would work out," Y/N rolled her eyes before turning to Romance. "Anyways, this rapper you mentioned? Baby?"

"Oh, he's on his final match," Romance nudged his chin in the direction of the arena. "C'mon."

The group pushed through the crowd to get closer to the arena. There, two rappers were battling: one was a burly man who was backed up by his friends, and the other had a shorter build, and in all honesty, looked more like a teenager who just entered high school.

"Lookin' like a kid who just learned how to swear

Think your little tantrums can leave someone like me scared?

Ain't got talent, just a bad attitude to spare

Little boys like you shouldn't brawl in a grown man's lair."

The crowd went wild at the burly rapper's verse.

"A blow from Iron Jaw!" the MC hollered. "Can the infamous Baby top that verse?!"

"This is... Kind of comical, isn't it...?" Mystery muttered. "A burly rapper against a rapper who looks like a kid..."

Baby licked his lips, a cocky smirk tugging on his lips. He brought his mic closer, marching straight at Iron Jaw.

"Big frame, small bars, like a lion with no roar

Even when you bare your fangs, you're so easy to ignore

Go run back to the jungle, you've lost this lyrical war

'Cause when Baby's on the mic? Man, it's blood on the floor."

Baby's verse left the crowd cheering and hollering. His opponent merely crossed his arms and nodded, but it was clear the words had hit deep.

"And the kid is winning," Y/N added.

"Damn, this kid's lethal," a man told his friend. "He's got no chill!"

"He's the reigning champion for a reason," his friend laughed. "He's crazy."

"He's scary," Mystery mumbled.

"He's perfect," Y/N grinned.

Iron Jaw rolled his eyes and dropped his microphone on the arena, then quickly left, followed by his friends. Some whined and told him to go back and continue battling, while the others yelled slurs and threats at Baby, who simply waved them off.

"And Iron Jaw is down!" the MC announced, making the crowd clap. He came and grabbed Baby's hand, raising it up, "everyone give it up for the winner of CitySoul Collective's reigning rap champion: Baby!"

Baby smirked as he scanned the cheering crowd. The smug glint in his eyes vanished the moment they landed on Romance, replaced by a glare so sharp, it could cut the air. Noticing this, Y/N leaned closer to Romance.

"He doesn't look happy to see you," she pointed out.

"Oh, trust me," Romance smirked, "he's never happy."

"Especially when you're breathing?" Mystery arched a brow.

"Especially when I'm breathing."

Once the crowd dispersed, the group approached Baby, who was sitting on the side of the arena, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"Baby!" Romance cooed almost obnoxiously, waving his hand. "There's my little mic brat! You did great—"

"Shut up, heart-head," Baby scowled, throwing his now empty bottle at him. "What're you doing here? I told you to leave me alone."

"Ouch, right in the feels," Romance placed a hand on his chest. "You could've at least read my messages. I even offered you candy."

"I might as well report you to the cops. Tell them you're trying to bribe and kidnap a kid with candy," Baby groaned. "Fine. You're already here. What do you want?"

Romance turned to Y/N, gesturing her to start talking.

"Baby, huh?" Y/N muttered. "I'm Y/N, and this is Mystery."

"Oh, the fallen Huntr/x member," Baby grinned mockingly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Y/N blinked. Twice. Then turned to Romance, "you never told me he was a brat."

"I thought it's written all over his face," Romance defended lamely, making her roll her eyes.

"I'm trying to make a boy group to topple Huntr/x over," Y/N explained, "and your friend here recommended you."

"A boy group?" Baby arched a brow. "Like, an idol boy group?"

"Something like that."

Baby pretended to think for a moment, then smirked.

"No thanks."

Y/N raised a brow. Mystery let out a small gasp. Romance shrugged, muttering a small "called it".

"I don't do sparkly choreography or fanservice," Baby continued. "And I sure as hell don't work with fallen idols trying to relive their glory days. Plus, you have heart-head over here in your group? All the more reason for me to stay away."

"Romance, what the hell did you do to this kid? Steal his snacks at a photoshoot?" Y/N hissed, glaring at Romance.

"I complimented his jawline," Romance sighed, rubbing his temples. "And... Yeah, I stole his snacks too."

"It was a limited edition pocky," Baby added. "And you said my jawline looks squishy, you smug bastard."

"It was a compliment!"

"You just met him and you stole his snacks?" Y/N scrunched her nose up in disgust.

"That's not the point here," Romance sighed sharply. "Anyways, I probably should've mentioned this, but when this guy was a trainee, he was forced into the idol mold. They tried to make him this... Cute rapper boy, and he hated it."

"So now he thinks every idol group doesn't get creative freedom?" Y/N muttered, looking back at Baby, who was halfway to sulking like a grumpy cat.

"I don't mind the cute act too much," Baby harrumphed. "But they wanted me to act like a literal clueless toddler. It's... Sickening."

"But Y/N is different," Mystery tried to defend her. "She's one of us. She's not demanding you to wink on cue. She knows what it feels like to be silenced, and she's fighting to make a place where people like us don't have to fake it: attitudes, flaws, and middle fingers and all..."

That cracked Baby's smug mask a bit. He almost felt hopeful for a second chance, but he didn't want to hope too much. Plus, he had too much pride bottling in him.

"Ah, so this one's your guard dog?" Baby chuckled. "So defensive, it's kinda cute."

"I... What—"

Y/N was cut off by Mystery full on barking at Baby, ready to tackle and brawl him.

"No, Mystery," Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking to Baby, a taunting smirk tugging on her lips. "You know what? I get it."

"You do?" Baby arched a brow.

"Yeah. One label didn't treat you right, and you're so pissed, you decided to throw a tantrum and make it every other idol's problem. And now, you're too much of a coward to try again."

The silence that came after was deafening. The boys stared at Y/N, eyes wide.

"Hey..." Romance muttered, "I don't think you should say stuff like that to him—"

"Interesting," Baby's smirk looked mocking, but there was a clear curious glint in his eyes. He grabbed a microphone and tossed it at Y/N, and she caught it with ease. "Rap battle me real quick."

"Why?" Y/N furrowed her brows, but followed him to the center of the arena anyways. A crowd started to gather, muttering about a 'bonus rap battle' between the reigning champion and a fallen superstar.

"Because if you're the one calling the shots in this little indie boy band," Baby smirked, "I need to see if you're worth listening to."

"Alright then," Y/N sighed. "Let's make this quick."

"Three verses each. Sounds good?"

"That's perfect. You can go first."

The crowd buzzed as some even whipped their phones out to record, already sensing something worth going viral.

"Sixshot!" Baby turned to the beatboxer lounging by a speaker, "Give us a beat!"

Sixshot brought his microphone to his lips, and the beat dropped. The crowd immediately reacted, most of them cheering for Baby.

"Let's see if you can keep up," he smirked before dropping his first verse.

"Ladies and gents, it's the queen who fell from grace

Lost charts, friends, and love, and now she's back to make a name

Ex-huntress turned to prey, better get on your knees and pray

I'll drink your tears once I've pummeled you back into your grave."

The crowd hollered. Y/N nodded, her body bouncing with the beat. She spun her microphone, then fired back her own verse.

"You think you're on top? Well, I gladly disagree

You're nothing but a kid flaunting average rap delivery

Honestly, the outcome's clear: It's gonna be my victory

'Cause you are nothing but a rumor while I'm making history."

"Oh, she's good," someone in the ground gasped.

"She still has that star aura," another muttered. Baby rolled his eyes at the commentary, then shot back.

"You say that, yet it's clear your skills fall way behind mine

Proof is Huntr/x is peaking without you and doing fine

And what about that guy who was your beloved lifeline?

I bet he's sitting back, drinking wine, enjoying your decline."

Y/N clicked her tongue, shaking her head. Of course he would attack her relationship. She brought her microphone to her lips again.

"Oh, you're mocking my relationship? A predictable diss

You think he's my whole story? Bro's not even the plot twist

Keep my love life out your mouth, unless you don't wanna exist

'Cause just like toxic exes, when you're gone, you won't be missed."

'She's good,' Baby thought to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips. This was the first time in a while since he actually had fun in a rap battle, and not because he's roasting his opponents like he'll be eating them for dinner.

"Big talk for a washed-out queen with not even a throne

Maybe you're chasing ghosts because you're scared of being alone?

A cautionary tale, a name on a gravestone

Your era's over, step down, your defeat's already known"

Y/N's laugh was almost mocking, drowned out by the crowd's cheers. She prepared her final verse, bringing an end to the battle.

"Losing to someone like you? That's hardly my fate

You're just a third-rate rapper, and your bars are like, fourth-rate

Next time, think again before you pick your fights, deadweight

You can never beat the queen who paved the way. Checkmate."

Sixshot ended the beat cleanly, and the crowd went wild. Y/N panted from the adrenaline, wiping off the sweat forming on her brow.

"Not bad," Baby nodded. "Not bad at all."

"So that means...?" Y/N lit up.

"I'm still not joining your little group," Baby picked at his nails, making Y/N visibly deflate. "Yet."

Y/N raised a brow, "yet?"

"I'll admit: you're really good. I don't know too much on why you had to be thrown off from grace, but something about the way you rapped tells me you're not just some ghost chasing lost fame," Baby shrugged, then glanced at Mystery and Romance. "so... I'll think about it."

Y/N blinked, but then smiled, "okay. That's good enough for me."

Baby nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Oh, and heart-head," he called over his shoulder.

"What?" Romance sighed.

"Next time you steal my snacks, it's your jaw that's gonna be squishy."

The crowd began to disperse, murmuring about the rap battle. Some had even posted the recordings online.

"Actually, while you think of joining the group, we could use your help," Y/N told Baby. "See, we need another member or two. Do you have anyone who might be interested?"

"Maybe," Baby muttered. "Do you want another rapper or someone who knows how to dance without looking like a fool?"

"Ideally someone who can do both," Y/N sighed, "preferably is not half bad at singing too."

A grin tugged at Baby's lips, "check the dance-off. There's this hunk named Abby. He's kind of a jerk, but at least he's not as bad as heart-head over here. Plus, he can move."

"Friend of yours?" Romance teased.

"I prefer 'mutual respect'," Baby deadpanned before turning on his heel. "I promised I'd watch him, so I'm going there right now. You can come with me. Or not. Do whatever."

Y/N exchanged a glance with Mystery, "well, I guess we're going to the dance-off."

'Ex-Huntr/x Member Y/N Spotted Rap Battling Street Rapper Baby at CitySoul Collective'

The freshly-posted article had appeared in Jinu's feed, and upon seeing her name, he quickly clicked on the news. A recording was even included to support the article's analysis on Y/N and Baby's exchange.

"You think he's my whole story? Bro's not even the plot twist."

Oh. She moved on.

Jinu's hands started to shake a bit as he forced himself to watch the recording. She was stunning, she always had been.

The cheers in the crowd made his chest tighten. The fire in her eyes wasn't anger, but survival. It was her walking away from her downfall.

And to him, she deserves to walk away and reach greater heights. Watching her do so while he watches a shaky recording of her like a desperate fanboy might as well be his punishment.

"Damn it, Y/N," he laughed humorlessly, eyes glossing over with tears. "You're perfect... You're absolutely perfect..."

He replayed the video. The comments had started to pile up: some bashing her for daring to show her face like this again, while others praised her for never losing her touch. He imagined what could have been if he never left her like he did. Perhaps he could have been there in the sides, being the one she runs up to after the battle, wide grin and sparkling eyes. And perhaps he could have pulled her into his arms, praising her for doing such a good job.

Once the video ended, Jinu locked his phone and tossed it away. He swallowed the lump in his throat, letting a tear roll down his cheek.

She had moved on, yet he's still sitting here in the ruins of her— No, their downfall.

And if this is punishment for what he had done, he'll gladly shoulder it all.

Author's Note : So... That was long lol

I was supposed to post on saturday but the night b4 (when I usually start writing) I ended up doomscrolling, and then saturday night I wrote the raps... N then I started writing the chapter on sunday, n I coulda posted this a couple hours earlier but I got into some conflict with my roommate n... Yea...

Anyways, here's the chapter lol 🤡

I hopefully will update again on tuesday (might b a bit late if not)

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ailaafterdark · 2 days ago

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OKAY so I finally watched Kpop Demon Hunters and oh my god—I immediately got obsessed. I've watched it over and over and honestly haven't stopped talking about it (I'm 80% sure I annoyed my friends and my brother a few times, oops)

‎I just love the characters so much. Our gorgeous and beloved Huntrix?? That hot-shot demon boy band?? The drama?? THE SONGS 😭😭 Sure, the movie has its flaws, but honestly it did such a good job showing off Korean culture with the whole K-pop angle!

‎Anyway. I've got like a thousand fanfic ideas running wild in my head right now, but I really want to try something more like a series instead of my usual one-shots. These three story ideas are the ones that won't leave me alone:

‎"Songbird in Chains" 🖤🪽

‎Pairings: Dark! Yandere! Saja Boys x Fem! Singer! Reader x Soft! Yandere! Huntrix

‎This one's about YOU (the reader) being the secret voice behind every Huntrix performance—the hidden power that strengthens the honmoon barrier by weaving in a second, more delicate layer known as the silver honmoon. You've been personally trained by Celine, kept hidden away from the world, and are known only among the Huntrix as their final, secret weapon. Your voice is sacred—so powerful that it can purify cursed grounds and push back demonic forces.

‎Because of this, the girls treasure you as something rare and powerful, but also as someone heartbreakingly fragile. They know what it cost you to be this strong, that's why they want to keep you safe—wrapped in their arms, protected from everything—even from themselves sometimes. Their love is possessive, soft, and terrifyingly all-consuming.

‎But of course, something that rare and powerful doesn't go unnoticed for long. As your very existence catches the attention of Gwi-ma, the Demon King himself—the lord of the underworld and the Saja Boys, his five dangerously alluring demons who want you in their own twisted way.

‎second is titled...

‎"Inferna" 📸💋

‎Pairings: Yandere! Saja Boys x Fem! Demon! Idol! Reader x Slightly—Yanderish! MALE! Huntrix (TR/X)

‎In this one, you used to be Korea's top solo K-pop idol—adored by millions, always in the spotlight, with every award, endorsement, and stage at your feet. Your face was everywhere, with your voice unmatched. But at the absolute peak of your fame, you died under mysterious circumstances that no one ever really explains.

‎Instead of finding peace, you wake up in the underworld—reborn as Gwi-ma's newest (and final) soul to be turned into a demon. At first you're just another of his cursed creations, one more toy in his vast collection of damned souls. But when our fine shit Jinu suggests forming a demon boy band to directly challenge the Huntrix *ahem* sorry—the TR/X.

‎They need idols who can rival TR/X's power and popularity. Someone who knows the industry's secrets. Someone who understands what fans want, how to spin a narrative, and how to build an unshakable brand. Gwi-ma sees you for what you are: the perfect weapon. A former idol who can turn his demons into K-pop royalty.

‎So you're drafted into their twisted plan—made their manager, their trainer, and maybe something even darker. Your face is still instantly recognizable in the human world that once worshiped you. So just imagine the scandal—the sheer chaos—when Korea realizes its beloved fallen star is back from the dead… dressed in temptation and selling them every filthy dream they never admitted wanting.

‎

‎and lastly...

"The Devil's Twin" 🎧😈

‎Pairings: Saja Boys x Rumi's Twin Demon Brother! Reader

As you all know, you're Rumi's twin brother—technically younger by three minutes—but you've always lived in her shadow. You inherited the face of your demon father, which made people fear you from the moment you were born. While Rumi was embraced and celebrated, you were treated like an omen. You weren't allowed to socialize, weren’t even allowed to be seen.

‎Celine, terrified of what you might become, locked you away—isolated from the outside world, hidden even from the other Huntrix. You grew up surrounded by silence, cold stone walls, and the quiet knowledge that your existence was something to be kept secret. You learned to sing in the dark, with your voice your only companion—that is haunting, powerful, and raw.

‎Currently, you've re-emerged into the world. You're now a famous, faceless singer, known only by your stage name. Your music? Addictive. Dark, unsettling, but laced with hyped-up beats and powerful vocals that leave listeners obsessed. No one knows your identity. No one knows your face. You're a mystery Korea can't stop talking about.

‎So when the Saja Boys—Korea's hottest new idols with dangerously perfect smiles and eyes that seem to look through you—suddenly come knocking at your door, asking for your help... is just unsettling.

‎Because they seem to know more than they should. About your voice. Your past. Your connection to Rumi. And worst of all… about the demon blood burning quietly in your veins.

‎I'm so so sorry 😭 I honestly didn't plan on posting this right now, but the movie got me so HOOKED I couldn't help myself! It's literally the first time I've ever been this into K-pop stuff, because I'm usually not even a fan at all.

‎I promise, I'm still working on your Invincible requests—I just need to rewatch the series to get back in the right headspace and get inspired again 💋

‎BTW, Songbird in Chains already has it's first chapter that’s almost finished, just chilling in my drafts waiting to be published. Soooo yeah, that’s what I wanted to say.

‎Love you all, thanks for reading my rambling ✨✨ ALSO THANK YOU FOR 190+ FOLLOWERS!! WE'RE ALMOST AT 200 GUYS 😭 while I was completely absent since my first semester has begun, you guys are adding up and waiting patiently *kiss* *kiss* *kiss* you guys are so lovely 🐈‍⬛ 🩷

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airbiscuitz · 1 day ago

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Partners in Crime

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Summary: You and JJ Maybank agree to babysit a five-year-old boy for a week. What starts as calm beach walks and sweet movie nights quickly devolves into chaos, dirt bikes, chicken chases, and teasing about future parenthood.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word count: 6k.

Warnings: None!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You didn’t expect your week to start with a phone call from your neighbor, Trish. Her voice had been panicked, fast, and full of too many apologies.

“I know it’s last minute, but I don’t have anyone else,” she said. “Can you watch Milo? Just for a week. I swear he’s not too much trouble.”

That’s how you found yourself babysitting a five-year-old with curls bigger than his head and an imagination even bigger than that. Trish dropped him off at your porch with a Star Wars backpack, a box of dinosaur fruit snacks, and a reminder that he liked cartoons more than real people.

You hadn’t even shut the door when JJ came bounding down the stairs from your bedroom, barefoot and shirtless, rubbing his eyes.

“Who’s the gremlin?” he asked, squinting at Milo.

Milo stuck out his tongue.

“Great,” you muttered. “They’re going to get along.”

---

You tried to be a good babysitter. Genuinely.

You packed juice boxes in a canvas bag and walked Milo along the shore barefoot, letting him collect broken shells and skip rocks. He asked a thousand questions about every hermit crab and seaweed clump you passed, and you answered with patience you didn’t even know you had.

“Do you think sharks ever get lonely?” he asked once, sitting on a washed-up log while seagulls screamed above.

You tucked his wild curls behind his ear and said, “I think even sharks like a good cuddle sometimes.”

Milo nodded like it was the wisest thing anyone ever said.

You and JJ took him to the little beachside theater, an old white building with peeling wood siding that played movies for free on weekends. Milo ate a popcorn bigger than his torso and spilled half of it into JJ’s lap. JJ didn’t even flinch, just whispered, “Nice,” like Milo had done something cool.

At night, you read bedtime stories while JJ made shadow puppets on the wall, making the kid laugh so hard he got the hiccups. You’d lean against the doorframe after lights out, watching JJ tuck Milo in, hearing them whisper about monster trucks and jellyfish.

You were trying. You were making it work.

But JJ?

JJ had other ideas.

On day three, you came downstairs to find JJ and Milo gone.

Vanished. Like ghosts.

Their shoes were gone. Milo’s backpack was gone. The only thing left was a note, written in JJ’s sloppy handwriting on a paper towel:

“Taking the kid for a spin. Don’t be mad. No helmets were harmed. –JJ :)”

You panicked. You called him. He didn’t answer.

An hour later, the two of them returned—covered in mud, twigs in their hair, and a suspicious feather sticking out of Milo’s back pocket.

“WHAT happened?” you asked, nearly choking on your own breath.

JJ grinned, unrepentant. “Taught him how to ride the dirt bike.”

You stared. “HE’S FIVE.”

“Five and a half,” Milo corrected proudly.

“And,” JJ added, slinging a dirty arm around Milo, “he chased a chicken. Ask Pope. It was majestic.”

You couldn’t believe it.

“You’re going to break him,” you scolded.

JJ smirked. “Relax, babe. He’s basically a mini Pogue now.”

Speaking of Milo being a mini Pogue based on JJ's knowledge. He, John B and Pope turned your backyard into a “Pogue Training Camp.”

There were obstacle courses made of driftwood, a “treasure hunt” that involved digging up JJ’s old sock, and watermelon-eating contests that ended with rinds being flung over the fence like frisbees.

You had to hose them down more than once.

You tried to set rules. Curfews. Screen time. Actual vegetables.

But JJ and Milo? They were partners in crime now.

When you came home from a grocery run and found them trying to build a zipline from the treehouse using nothing but fishing line and sheer delusion, you almost fainted.

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” you groaned, hands on your hips.

JJ just beamed, hands streaked with grease and leaves in his hair. “You say that, but look how happy he is.”

And he was.

Milo, cheeks flushed from excitement, hugged your legs like you were the best person in the world and said, “This is the most fun I’ve ever had!”

JJ winked behind him. You tried to be mad.

You failed.

Not when JJ picked up Milo effortlessly and carried him towards the dock to play with the water.

---

One night, you all sat around the firepit with marshmallows on sticks. Milo was half-asleep in JJ’s lap, chocolate on his cheeks, tiny fingers curled around JJ’s wrist.

John B nudged you with a smirk. “You two are gonna be great parents someday.”

You choked on your s’more. “Excuse me?”

Pope chuckled. “Seriously. You’re like the domestic dream. Beach walks, movie nights, homemade sandwiches... It’s kinda gross how perfect it is.”

JJ’s voice was soft. “You think so?”

You glanced at him, surprised. His expression was unreadable, eyes flickering from you to the firelight to Milo’s sleeping face.

John B snorted. “I give it two years max before you have a baby with sand in his diaper and attitude in his smile.”

You smacked his arm. “Shut up.”

But later that night, when you lay in bed beside JJ, he kissed your temple and whispered, “I wouldn’t mind it. Y’know. Someday.”

Your heart skipped. You didn’t say anything.

But you didn’t move away either.

That night you slept with a soft smile on your lips.

---

On the sixth day, your cousin Sadie came to visit, and the two of you decided to paint the outside of your little beach house. Just a refresh—some blue shutters, white trim.

It was peaceful. Relaxing, even.

Until chaos came thundering around the corner.

JJ and Milo returned from something, both of them covered in wet sand, slime-green paint smudged across JJ’s jeans, and Milo carrying a bucket full of hermit crabs.

You turned slowly. A quiet suspense creeping up on you.

“What... happened?” you asked, dread curling in your stomach.

JJ wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Well, there was this tidepool. And then—listen—it’s not as bad as it looks—”

“JJ!”

Milo shrank behind his leg.

You dropped your paintbrush.

Sadie laughed under her breath. “You’ve got your hands full.”

You pointed at the porch.

“March. Both of you. Rinse off. Leave the crabs outside.”

JJ held up his hands. “Yes, ma’am.”

Milo saluted you. “Aye aye, captain!”

As they trailed off—JJ muttering something about “ungrateful babysitting gigs” and Milo asking if hermit crabs could live in the bathtub—you just shook your head.

Partners in crime.

Unbelievable.

On the final morning, Trish came to pick up Milo. He hugged you tight around the waist and gave JJ a high-five that turned into a secret handshake they must’ve been working on for days.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Milo mumbled into your shirt.

JJ crouched beside him, tousled his hair. “You better come back next summer. We still gotta finish building that tree fort.”

Milo sniffled. “Okay. Only if she comes too.”

“She’s stuck with me,” JJ said, looking up at you. “So yeah. She’ll be there.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat and waved as Trish drove away, Milo’s little hand pressed against the window.

You turned to JJ, arms crossed. “So. Tree forts now?”

JJ grinned. “Gotta stay ready. You never know when chaos will come knocking again.”

He leaned in, arms wrapping around your waist, the salty wind tugging at your hair.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a menace.”

“But you love me,” he whispered.

You did.

Even if he was the reason you had to repaint half the siding. Twice.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #obx #outer banks #outer banks imagine #rudeth #rudy pankow #jj #jj maybank fluff

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offdxty · 2 days ago

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Kane had expected these ointments to have been bought, commerically made by whoever made these things in the first place - a drug store, perhaps something similar. He doesn't know what a drug store is, but at the same time he does - another bit of information that pops up out of nowhere, yet is ignored in favor of what's much more important:

Harrow made these himself, it seems. He did not only bring in something he'd found somewhere, collected from another place, but... made them himself. Mixed ingredients together until they would do whatever he wanted them to do---

And Kane feels unexpectedly struck by that realization, which causes his dark eyes to flicker briefly as they widen, taking in the sight of each tin and glass that's pulled out to be shown off to him.

He isn't too sure whether he's satisfied with the extend of the other's explanations - whether he seems to be able to remember enough, or if the sedative that has been given to him affects him worse than what Kane thinks is comfortable, reasonable, humane - so he cannot really think on that too much, not anymore. Cannot judge whether he's supposed to remain skeptical, wary, worried; His focus shifts back to the fact that Harrow brought self-made ointments instead, his voice gentle and kind as he tells about the purpose of them, followed by what is not self-made, but should bring relief anyways.

Heating pads. Painkillers.

Tea, ointments, balms, heating pads, painkillers.

Harrow brought it all in for him, for Kane only - has brought them with him because he'd expected there to be pain, to be injuries. Wants to help, wants to make it better, wants to be there for Kane, not-Kane, it.

Something close to a sob begins to build again, somewhere deep inside his throat; Kane swallows it down, prevents that intense emotion rising behind his sternum from being noticed, licks his split bottom lip instead as he sits a bit more upright - bends his torso to make it easier for Harrow to reach the bruise he's working on...

Because Kane trusts him. He trusts this man to know what he's doing, even when being partially sedated.

It's worse than it looks, the other had said before, and perhaps he's right. While Kane does not want him to worry, he realizes that there's knowledge existing from the Doctor's side, knowledge that tells a bit more than those words may seem at first glance; He did go through pain himself, some time ago - got buried under concrete, his leg injured to this day.

There must've been bruises on his body as well, back then. Back when he'd made it out alive, continued to survive, trying to recover from whatever had happened to him...

---A gasp at the coolness against his skin, those fingers that touch and cover irritated tissue in a layer of something soft and delicate. As startling as that coolness is at first, it brings a quick relief that feels almost heavenly on top of that bruise; Eyelids flutter as Kane's gaze flicks away and turns a bit distant, an arm finding its way back to Harrow's shoulder, curling around it to hold on, to keep himself upright.

"Okay." Perhaps a bit too late, with most of that conversation having already happened, but Kane, not-Kane, it, says it anyways - he's okay with this, with everything that has been said - with the ointments, the heating pads, the bandaging, the... painkillers.

Yeah, perhaps he's truly okay with taking those pills, even. He vaguely remembers the feeling of them kicking in, in a way he cannot describe; Kane must've taken a lot of them in his life, has survived on them for a while, went through trouble that required medicine to be consumed on the regular.

"...He took them as well." Kane does not know why he says it, because it doesn't matter - yet here he is, inhaling, exhaling, as he works himself through the sensation of Harrow applying that balm to his heated skin. "---The painkillers, I mean. I think... I think Kane took them quite often - I guess that means that they helped..."

The pain is severe, each breath stinging as if a knife cuts through his ribs, his stomach, his lungs. He doesn't like to admit it, but... it's a lot, despite having been able to not focus on it too much ever since Harrow had arrived, taken him into his arms.

But everything returns to him now, and his mind can barely stray away from thinking about how fucking awful it is.

Breathe slowly. You'll be okay.

"Yeah, I..." A nod, a pair of eyes almost closed, but not quite, jaw tense. "...I should take those. Maybe. Perhaps." The longer he speaks, the more breathy those words sound; The ointment feels good against his skin, very calming - so is the scent.

Honestly, the scent might be what helps the most - but it does, reaches him somewhere deep, allows taut nerves to mellow out a little.

"Did you... --- did you feel the same, when you were... ---when you were trapped, back then? The same pain?"

Arthur blinked slowly, unable to pull his eyes from the bruises the moment they were revealed. Deepened violet bloomed across Kane’s side, green at the edges, almost looking marbled red near his ribs; the sight was horrible. It was terrible, cutting too deep into him, filling him with memories and thoughts and knowledge - guilt. Again, he is struck by that painful amount of guilt.

“It is bad,” he said, his voice a low, frustrated whisper, not wanting Kane to just deflect. “It’s worse than it looks, I know bruising.” He knew how severe it was, to be hit like this. Ribs, stomach - they were the most sensitive parts of any person. Every movement had to be causing pain, every shift in breathing had to pull agony.

It wasn’t the point, though.

He wasn’t here to argue pain, and he wouldn’t do anything more than that - he was here to fix it, as much as he could. Here to try and ease the pain, to try and get Kane to sleep for a while - he didn’t know what he’d do, after that. He could barely even think that far ahead - purposeful, he knew. He felt like everything had been wrapped in a warm towel, both inside of his head and not.

Arthur’s eyes flicked to the bag again, only when the question had been asked, looking once more over the jars and bottles. Most had been handmade, though that was fairly standard for Arthur - he didn’t trust purchased items, not when he knew he could make ones that would work just as well.

It was neat inside of the bag, at the very least, taken care of to some extent. Tins, vials, glass dropper bottles - a couple sealed pouches, something wrapped in wax paper.

Arthur pulled out a tin. “This one’s arnica.” It was labeled, as everything he had was. “For… bruising.”

Remembering as such felt like trying to recall something from months ago. “It helps circulation, it’ll ease some of that ache. I think, ah- I think I added a bit of comfrey to this one, too.” He tapped it gently, setting it on the bed and grabbing another.

“This one’s got chamomile, calendula, and… lavender. It’s more for surface trauma - It might help with the ribs.” It might have been infused with some kind of honey; he couldn’t remember. He knew he liked to do that, sometimes - when he could get something from a good enough supplier.

They would help with the pain, at least some. It would ease the tightness in the skin, hopefully enough to let Kane sleep.

“These patches are heat-activated,” he continued, grabbing a few folded squares of fabric to gesture to them. “We’ll put them on the worst of it. They’ll help the soreness, you’ll be able to… to breathe, easier.” It’d help his lungs move.

He felt like his thoughts were trying to get away, thesolidity of the physical objects being the only thing that anchored him.

“We’ll wrap your side, after. Light compression, just enough to remind you not to… not to move too much, when you sleep. You should sleep. Even if you don’t want to.” Kane had given him a reason for that - uncomfortable, he remembered. Kane had said something else, perhaps just that he didn’t want to - Arthur, again, couldn’t remember.

“I brought painkillers, too - pills. They’d help you rest - but you don’t have to take anything, if you don’t want to.” He wouldn’t force medication, not ever - even if he’d prefer it for Kane to sleep without pain.

Arthur moved to grab the first tin, the arnica, opening it up. The smell filled the room, strong enough to be notable, as if he were burning a candle. “Just stay still,” he gently said. “And tell me if it bothers you. Okay? I’ll stop, if you tell me to.”

He started on one of the bruises that didn’t look quite as severe. The balm was cold, but it would be a minor shock that would ultimately help; like icing the bruise. “Breathe slowly,” he gently reminded again. “You’ll be okay.”

#preemptivejustice #interactions; shimmer!kane #plotted verse; preemptivejustice (kane)#(god they are so. so soft. my heart. its melting away.)#(so gay and so soft. fuck)#(-sobs in mun in a good way-)

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daceydeath · 2 days ago

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 13)

Pairings: Bad Boy Felix x reader Word Count: 6.5 Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing

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He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

a/n: Not Edited. This chapter was started in October last year and then life just got very hard for me. Thank you for sticking with me for all that time. I love this story it has brought me happiness to write so I'm hoping that I will be able to finish it how I always wanted to.

The first weeks back at university were eye opening, you felt both terrified of the drastic change that you were actually making and elation that you would finally be taking the reins of your own life and putting your own hopes and dreams first. Sure you had changed your course, done a bunch of night courses to get yourself ready for the new degree and gotten a new scholarship to emancipate yourself from your parents threats of withholding their financial help, but it wasn’t real until you stepped into a different faculty building and found yourself feeling lost in where you even needed to be. Felix had gone with you the first Monday to escort you to your lecture and then meet you afterwards to grab lunch before he attended his own course. Seungmin came with you on Wednesday, making you a strong coffee to take with you. It made the whole experience less nerve wracking since you couldn’t bring yourself to find the actual learning material daunting since you were far too excited about what it would mean for your new life view. Your spare time in the library pouring through books that were on the list of recommended research materials was even enjoyable, although you had spent your life being conditioned to study harder than was necessary. You felt energized in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time when it came to your education so settling into a pattern of studying and living was an easy thing to do. Before you even realized it had been almost a month.

“So… celebration dinner on Friday?” Jeongin grinned watching you finally put your laptop down late in the evening, your takeout container beside you finally making you stop working so you could clean up.

“Celebrating what exactly?” You narrowed your eyes slightly at him while you rinsed your container for the recycling before dropping your napkin in the trash.

“Celebrating that you have survived the first month of your new life!” Jeongin looked incredulous “obviously”.

“Dinner would be awesome,” Seungmin agreed, nodding from where he sat on the couch reading a book.

“Just us?” you sighed, scrunching your nose as you tried to remember your new work schedule without looking at your phone.

“Well us, Chan, Changbin, Han, your boyfriend and the whores” Seungmin listed your friends names off on his fingers smiling slyly.

“Alright” you grinned, making Jeongin double take at you to see if you were joking.

“You heard her agree” Jeongin announced pointing at Seungmin “I’ll organize everything”.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, flicking on the kettle to make yourself a cup of tea before you got ready for bed and called Felix, your roommates began discussing where they thought you should go to eat each idea either getting rejected by the other immediately or getting placed in a maybe list. Before you could even make it to your room your phone rang.

“Hi Lixie” you smiled widely as you answered.

“Hey baby” his deep honeyed voice filling your ear “you finished studying for the night?”.

“Uhuh” you hummed, shutting your bedroom door and placing your tea on your bedside table. “I was just going to get ready for bed and call you”.

“Yeah? Good I don’t want you working too hard” he laughed softly, you could hear fabric rustling around him probably from him laying on his bed.

“Innie and Seung want to have dinner on Friday, are you free?” you asked, getting yourself comfortable in your own bed.

“For you of course baby, where we going?” he drawled lazily

“No idea yet, Innie’s organizing it to celebrate me surviving the past month” you giggled.

“I’m in baby” he continued, letting you sip your warm drink slowly “You should get ready for bed though it’s getting late and you need rest”.

“I know” you murmured your voice shy “But I wanted to hear your voice”.

“How about just the two of us go out after dinner on Friday?” he offered, his voice full of soft affection.

“I would love that Lix” you grinned embarrassingly wide, grateful he couldn’t actually see you.

‘Goodnight baby,” Felix whispered sweetly.

“Night my Lixie” you yawned hearing him laugh as he hung up.

You stood up forcing yourself to have a quick shower and get changed into your pajamas before settling into bed.

Sitting beside Felix and Changbin across from Chan you hoped you would be able to get through the dinner without too much teasing but that may not happen Hyunjin's eyes twinkled with mischief but it could have been alcohol so you waited to see what was going to happen.

"So you survived your first month! Go you" Changbin cheered clinking his beer against your pink lemonade glass.

"To be fair I didn't think I was at risk of dying during my classes" you grinned while taking a sip of the sweet and sour concoction.

"So that means with your job at the coffee shop and the scholarship you are free of your parents now?" Chan chimed in casually.

"I mean I haven't told them that yet but I assume they haven't noticed that the payment hasn't gone through or that they haven't tried to pay yet" you bit the inside of your cheek nervously, you had totally forgotten that eventually you would have to tell them and that they would not take it well.

"Do you need to tell them?" Han butted in after he swallowed a mouthful of his food.

"I was going to ignore it honestly" you flushed embarrassed at the admission of cowardice. “It seems less stressful to just not think about it”.

"Just tell them you're a grown woman and to fuck off" Minho shrugged pointing his chicken drumstick at you

"Yeah just call the abusive parents and tell them to fuck off" Felix sighed sarcasticaly shooting a look of annoyance at Minho who rolled his eyes in return.

"Felix is right man, she can't just tell them to leave her alone now" Seungmin added "They are far too controlling for that".

"Knowing how they react they will probably hire someone to throw her in a sack and drag her home," Jeongin joked lightly, attempting to make you laugh, his eyes sparkling with cheek.

"What kind of sack do you think they'd use?" you mused trying not to smile as the waiter brought more food to the table. The whole idea, although ridiculous, made you uneasy about all the changes that you had made even without mentioning that you had also gotten a boyfriend and a job that you would never tell them about. Ever.

"Anyway, Changbin did anything come from me giving you Hana's number?" you redirected the tables attention away from yourself and onto your buff friend who instantly started stuttering an answer.

Eating far too much was always a risk when you went out to eat with Seungmin and Jeongin but thankfully Changbin and Felix were happy to attack whatever you couldn't eat making you cackle as Changbin demanded Felix not touch the last few pieces of chicken that sat in front of you since 'he needed the protein for muscle growth more than his scrawny arse did'. Eventually you all finished up and Felix helped you from your chair wrapping his jacket around your shoulders like he had the night he walked you home from that party. Walking hand in hand you said goodbye to the others and made your way down to the river walk taking in the fairy lights and lanterns that hang from the trees which swayed lazily in the soft breeze.

"What are you thinking about baby? I can almost hear those gears whirling away in your head" he teased, bumping your shoulder gently.

"How am I going to tell my parents Felix?" you pondered looking out over the river "They are going to be furious"

"Yeah, they will probably be but there is nothing they can do about it" Felix agreed, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist pulling you closer to kiss your temple lovingly. "You are your own person, you can do what you want regardless of what they think".

"I know Lix, but they still treat me and think of me as a irresponsible child" you sighed leaning your head against Felix "What happens when they decide to punish me for insulting them?".

"Well one, they would have to go through me to get to you and two, block their number or even change your number. How will they find you?" he reasoned, squeezing you carefully as you continued to walk towards the row of restaurants and cafes on the boardwalk.

"Is it that simple?" you smiled up at him.

"No probably not but let's think it is for now baby, how about some dessert?" he hummed, leading you to a small dessert cafe and opening the door for you. “We can worry about that tomorrow”.

Sitting close together in a corner sharing candy covered fruit you let yourself relax soaking in Felix’s dazzling smiles and sweet nature until he walked you all the way back to your apartment and kissed you goodnight.

You awoke to your phone ringing loudly on your bedside table reaching for it you saw that it was still early the sun still only peaking between the tall buildings that surrounded your apartment complex. A frown tugged at your lips you had been dreaming of Felix, his plump lips, toned muscles and talented hands but the annoying and constantly repetetive sound that had inturupt your subconsious imaginings had left you irritated until you looked at your screen. Your father’s called ID was flashing on the screen.

You froze.

The call ended revealing that you had missed two earlier calls before the ringing started again.

“It took you too fucking long to answer, who are you whoring yourself too?” he demanded hashly, the volume of his voice startling you.

“No one papa I was just catching up on some sleep” you meekly replied hoping to appease him.

“Where have you been going at night?” he continued to question you as his volume increased along with the vitriol in his tone.

“I was studying last night and I lost track of time so I didn’t come to bed until late” you stammered hoping you could calm his rage.

“Liar!” your father shouted ferosiously, forcing you to move the phone away from your ear. “You aren't even attending your classes anymore” he continued with accusations and rage pouring from each word. “You're nothing more than a pathetic failure”.

“I am still in school papa. I was awarded a better scholarship, it’s a full ride scholarship” you attempted to explain but he was already too furious to even listen to you.

“Your mother was told you changed your degree. Is this how you repay our years of help? Everything we have given you? By disobeying us? Disrespecting us?” His vicious words brought tears to your eyes but his hypocrisy was lighting the fuse of your anger.

“I am attending university, papa I swear. I… I just…” you swallowed hard the quiver in your voice impossible to ignore as you heard your mothers voice from beside your father complaining.

“We are coming to get you, this will stop now” he announced, cutting off your words and ending the call, leaving you gasping for breath as you began to panic. You couldn’t go back with them, you couldn’t go back, ever. You never wanted to be near them again after having just a small taste of the outside world and what things could be like if you were happy. With shaking fingers you fumbled to call someone, anyone, eventually hitting the green call symbol beside Felix’s name listening to the call tone as his phone rand.

“Hey baby, miss me already?” Felix answered, his deep voice scratchy from lack of use was still soothing to your terrified and scattered thoughts.

“Lix ” you stammered tears burning the corners of your eyes as the lump in your throat made it almost impossible to speak. "Help".

“Baby, where are you? We will be there in a few minutes” he almost growled as you heard the sound of Minho’s confused voice in the background.

“Home” you hiccuped feeling like your world was caving in you started panicking in earnest.

The blood rushing in your ears was making it hard to hear anything but you could faintly hear your name being called inside the apartment as Felix continued to encourage you to breathe slowly. Your door burst open, bouncing off the wall as Jeongin rushed in with his phone pressed to his ear, his hair messy from sleep and his pants hanging low on his hips.

"I got her Minho, just get here as soon as you can and I'll try to get whatever I can out of her" Jeongin frowned, kneeling down in front of you carefully pulling your phone from your death grip to speak to Felix. "I'm with her now Lix, just get here".

"Innie" you sniffed between gulping breaths “I can’t”.

"Shh you are going to be fine, I'm here, Felix is on his way and he is bringing the others for whatever is happening" he continued explaining slowly as he rubbed circles on your back cradling you against him while he tucked you under his chin.

"My dad called" you whimpered finally "they are coming here. They know". Fat salty tears fell down your cheeks dripping onto your t-shirt leaving dark splash marks on the fabric.

"You are not going with them. You are staying here." he frown deepened, with an edge forming in his tone which was impossible to miss.

"He said they know about me changing my course" you mumbled trying to focus on your breathing but achieving nothing but shallow gasps.

“Fuck” Jeongin murmured holding you closer to him “Let’s get you into the lounge and I’ll get Seung to come help too, yeah?” you could hear the tense strain in his voice so you didn’t protest letting him half lead half drag you to the couch ignoring the way you stumbled over your own feet. You made contact with the cushions as Jeongin plopped you down running from the room to bang on Seungmin’s door before returning to you.

“Innie” you whispered your voice thick with fear and devistation.

“I got you, I’ll order some coffee and we will figure this out while your boyfriend gets here” he soothed pulling you back against his chest.

“The fuck is going on?” Seungmin groaned irritably as he rounded the hallway into the lounge before snapping his mouth shut and coming to your side giving Jeongin a look that made him answer for you. “Is this Felix’s fault?”.

“Her parent’s know and they are coming here” Jeongin explained passing you to Seungmin who cradled you against his chest while you continued to sob “she’s terrified, Felix is on his way with Minho. Do we call Chan? He usually knows what to do”.

“Call him but it’s early he may be asleep” Seungmin exhaled sharply.

“I’ll order coffee and food so we can plan out what to do” Jeongin smiled tightly his brows pinched as he looked at you worry etched across his young face.

“We will keep you safe” Seungmin mumbled into your hair squeezing your shoulders comfortingly. "Just keep breathing". Unable to respond, Seungmin just continued to hold onto you until the doorbell buzzed repeatedly and Jeongin disappeared to answer it.

"What the fuck is going on?" Felix growled his voice deeper and rougher than you had ever heard before, making a shiver run down your spine, kicking his shoes off and storming off down the hall before Jeongin could even answer his question. Minho and Hyunjin on his heels as they filed down the hallway after him looking concerned about whatever was happening.

"Have you called Chan or the police" Minho blinked his attention turning back to Jeongin as they all made their way into the lounge.

Felix had made his way to your side instantly gently taking you out of Seungmin's arms and pulling you into his lap. You pressed yourself into his chest hiding your face in the side of his neck, your tears still flowing freely to now stain his shirt.

"Her parents are on the way here to force her home" Seungmin explained "I think we should pack her some clothes and get her out of the apartment at least so she doesn’t have to see them"

"Good plan" Hyunjin nodded as he sat beside Felix taking one of your hands in his "We are all going to make sure you will stay here. We promise". You looked at him for a moment his face a mixture of concern and conviction as he offered you a small smile.

"How about some hot chocolate?" Minho blurted, as though he had just remembered something important about helping a woman in tears, rushing off to the kitchen as the front door buzzer started ringing loudly for a second time making your whole body just about convulse with fear.

“Shh baby, you are safe, no one can hurt you while I am here” Felix breathed his lips against the crown of your head.

“It’s just Chan” Seungmin called from the hallway making your anxiety decrease slightly.

“What do we know?” Chan’s calm voice made you breathe a little easier as he made his way into the lounge with Han and Changbin in pursiut.

“What I told you on the phone” Seungmin answered honestly.

“So we need a plan on what we need to do?” Han sumerized breathing out heavily.

“Here drink this” Minho instructed handing you a mug “warm things help when you are stressed or sad, I read that somewhere”.

“Her parents only know she lives in this building not what apartment she lives in and they have no idea about her having any friends” Seungmin reminded Jeongin who was spacing out slightly due to the early hour of the morning.

“So can you pack her a bag to stay at a hotel or with Felix or us?” Changbin yawned behind his hand looking between everyone for other ideas. You had been half listening to the conversation too busy concentrating on the sound of Felix’s heartbeat and the feeling of his chest rising and falling beside you.

“Would you be ok with that baby? Coming to stay with me and later if we need to keep you safe with Chan?” Felix asked gently his voice low but sweet as he ontinued running his fingers through your hair to calm you.

“Yeah that would be alright” you muttered mournfully before feeling an pang of guilt “I don’t want to be a burden”.

“You are never going to be a burden to anyone” Minho reassured you the conviction in his voice impossible for you to argue against.

“I’ll pack a bag for you” Jeongin nodded moving into your room. The intercom buzzed again making you once again go rigid th panic this time forcing Felix to begin tracing his fingers over your back in long grounding strokes to keep you with him in the moment. It was Changbin who went to the door coming back with paper bags and a drinks holder he placed them on the table for Seungmin who instantly brought one of the cups to place in front of you.

Your phone which you had abandoned on the table rang again causing the quiet murmur of conversation in the room to stop dead, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pick the device up your muscles locked and fingers gripped in Felix’s shirt so tightly the had turned white. It was Chan who picked up the phone denying the call and turning it off.

“Was it them?” Hyunjin asked a distinct edge in his voice.

“It was no one” Chan shrugged nochalently putting your phone with the bag that Jeongin had just dropped onto the floor beside the couch.

“I’ve packed clothes, chargers, your school stuff, your make up and skincare and your things” he smiled looking a little flustered but it made your heart warm knowing he had done it all for you.

“What happens if they call the police?” Han pondered out loud looking around between you all. “Would they even call the police?”.

“It won’t matter if they do, what are they going to say my adult daughter refuses to be forcefully taken back to her hometown? She’s not missing and she isn’t a minor” Hyunjin shrugged.

“If the cops do a wellness check we can just tell them everything that has happened and give them her number” Seungmin nodded seriously “We can also mention that she has been financially abused by them and has just gotten a full ride scholarship to help get herself emancipated from them”.

“Do we know when they will get here? Changbin probed gently, sympathy etched across his features.

“I think they must be close to the city if they called me” you croaked, your voice strained from crying, pushing yourself to speak.

“Drink” Hyunjin offered you your coffee trying his hardest to be gentle with you. “It will help”.

“How did they even find out that you had changed your degree?” Chan asked slowly the question only just coming to any of them.

“I don’t know” you admitted swallowing the no longer hot but rather luke warm chocolate that Minho had made for you.

“They must have called the university when they realized they hadnt made a payment or it had been returned” Seungmin offered still thinking about it himself.

“Probably a ‘helpful’ staff member telling confused parents about the change of payment and course” Han rolled his eyes “So much for the policy on student privacy”.

“It wouldn’t really be the universities fault” Jeongin added “I mean how many students have toxic and psychotic parents who are willing to drag their kids out of school for getting an education that isn’t in line with their ideals”.

“As much as we need to talk this all out and figure out what to do, I think it would be best if Felix gets you out of here soon”. Chan started taking control of the discussion. “Jeongin and Seungmin will stay here in case they know the apartment number and the rest of us can go downstairs and watch out for them that way we can witness anything they do and get evidence of anything disturbing.” You looked at Chan and noticed how affectionately he was looking at you “If anyone doesn’t want in, fair enough you can do the convenience store run”.

“Yeah, like any of us are going to miss out on intimidating her shitty parents” Changbin snickered, cracking his knuckles, which only served to make you flinch.

“Can you stand up for me baby?” Felix cooed, keeping his voice low but soft. You nodded, getting to your feet and revealing the massive wet spot on Felix’s chest where you had been crying. He grabbed your bag and slowly walked you towards the hallway so he could get you out of the apartment and as far away as he could before your parents arrived.

“Thank you, all of you” you murmured wetly giving them a sad smile before Felix tugged you carefully into the hallway to get your shoes on.

You walked in silence for a couple of blocks while Felix ordered a taxi for you, your hood up and Felix’s leather jacket wrapped around your shoulders, your fingers interlocked with his as you walked further from your apartment, you had seen no traces of either of your parents or their car anywhere. It had felt like forever for the cab to arrive and you couldn’t help how stiffly you slid into the car or sat but after you started moving you took the first deep breath you could manage. With each block you put between your apartment and your destination the less anxious you felt finally being far enough away that you felt like you could think and function again. Felix led you into his apartment building, getting you into his apartment and finally into his room as quickly as he could, closing the door behind you both to give you a bubble of silence and relative safety. Felix wrapped his arms around you holding you to his chest in the middle of the room, he seemed to be waiting on a sign from you before he spoke.

Conflicting emotions continued to swirl in your heart and all you were sure of was that Felix was safe and that you needed his comfort in that moment, you needed him more than you ever had before. The scenarios that kept running through your mind of what would happen to Seungmin or Jeongin when your parents eventually turned up, what if the police got involved, what if they tried to get you kicked out of university, or what happens if they find you. Your ability to over think often kept you aware of potential dangers but was now attacking you as though you were the danger.

"Baby your thinking way too loudly" Felix murmured softly trying to calm your thoughts, his hands rubbing against your back comfortingly. “I promise they can’t find you here”.

"I am thinking up one hundred different things right now. I need them to stop" you breathed shakily, still grasping his clothes as though you could merge with it to disappear from the world's view.

"I will always keep you safe, I meant it when I said that even if one day you hate me I will protect you, I'll always protect you" he continued to allay your anxiety as best he could until you lifted your head slowly to look into his beautiful whisky colored eyes, the same eyes that were so truthful and sincere when he spoke.

"I won't let them hurt you ever again" he whispered his warm breath ghosting across your cheek. Leaning up your brushed lips against his barely making contact with his plump pink ones, the corners of his mouth turned upwards with the slightest smile giving you the confidence to repeat your action only with more conviction. You pressed yourself to him tentatively moving your lips against his own until a soft rumble bubbled from his chest. His hands found your waist as he adjusted his hold on your kissing you back in earnest.

“Felix?” you murmured breathily, your lips still brushing against his as you spoke.

“Hmm” he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I love you” you confessed timidly, having never been in love you weren’t sure if this was the right time to say anything, but it seemed like it was, or maybe your over stretched emotions were fooling you into thinking it was.

“And I love you” Felix breathed his lips curving into a bright grin before he kissed you once more before trailing his lips to your neck and burning his face against your warm skin. “I’ve loved you from pretty much the moment I met you”.

“Thank you for letting me stay here” you continued staying perfectly still hoping that the moment would last forever.

“I won’t let them take you from me” he pressed another soft kiss to your skin before letting you go. “But we should get you settled in, go have a hot shower and I’ll order us some food, baby.”

You stepped from the hot shower and wrapped yourself in one of Felix’s fluffy towels you knew he would have left his room to allow you to get redressed in peace. But you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at your reflection in the partially fogged up mirror, you had told Felix you loved him, you had shown him your most vulnerable sides and he still stayed by your side. You had been hard on him and still he had taken the time to break through your defences. You had asked him to be patient with you and he had been nothing other than a gentleman, never pushing and always asking your permission. Felix was everything you had wanted in a man but still something was holding you back and you weren’t sure what it was.

Dressing quickly in the clothes he had left on the bed for you, his clothes you couldn’t help but notice, you made your way out to the living area of the apartment only to stop dead in your tracks. Felix was unpacking take out bags onto the coffee table, his voice hushed as he spoke to Minho who lent against the island bench of the kitchen looking casual if not a little dishevelled, his hair was messier than usual and you could tell there was something that was irritating him.

“They showed up and yelled at Seung and Innie for a while but stopped when they realized we were watching them. It looked like her dad was amping up to start with us until Changbin took his hoodie off and Chan stood up from where he was sitting on the wall of the garden bed. They left pretty quickly after they realized we weren’t just skinny kids and that everything was being filmed in 4K” Minho explained nonchalantly, his posture relaxing slowly.

“So why is Hyunjin showering if nothing happened?” Felix’s eyes narrowed slightly before he noticed you standing in the doorway “C’mere baby” he gestured to you smiling widely at you his hand outstretched towards you.

“There’s a party tonight so we figured we would give you some space” Minho chuckled as you looked at Felix then him. Your eyes were still obviously puffy and red but your tears had stopped for the moment.

“Ah, you boys still need to get laid, of course” you tried teasing lightly, taking the bubble tea that Felix had for you and taking a small sip.

“What can I say there are too many pretty women out there and only two of us to bless them with our presence” Minho smirked, making you snort out a real laugh.

“I’m sorry for stealing Felix and increasing your workload” you faux sighed making Felix laugh loudly.

“Good, you’re feeling better then?” Hyunjin asked, stepping into the living room from his room looking like a male model, his black t-shirt clinging to his frame like it was a second skin.

“A bit yeah, thank you for helping deal with them” you smiled tightly at Hyunjin as Minho moved to go get ready “You too Minho” you called after him.

“We were hardly going to let anything happen that would make you miserable” Hyunjin shrugged, stealing a few fries from the cardboard container next to Felix’s drink before he could swat him away from the food. “No one deserves that”.

“Try not to be too loud if you come home tonight then” Felix smacked Hyunjin’s hand as he reached for seconds.

“If?” you blinked, picking up some fries for yourself.

“Well we don’t often make it back here” Hyunjin grinned “you surely remember that”.

“Try not to make anyone else homeless at least” you rolled your eyes popping the salty potato into your mouth.

“Ok I’m good you want to head out” Minho called from down the hall making Hyunjin jump up and grab his jacket “ Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do”. Hyunjin laughed boisterously, throwing you a flirty wink before leaving to follow Minho out of the apartment.

“Sluts” you mumbled putting more fries into your mouth listening to Felix’s deep musical laugh as he turned on the TV.

“Man whores” Felix corrected snickering as he saw your eyes widen at being caught. “I figured we could watch some trashy action movies to keep it light and just eat and chill out until you feel like going to bed”. The opening credit of a movie that looked familiar started playing and Felix picked up a piece of fried chicken to eat

“What did Minho tell you before I came in?” you asked, finally letting him a few mouthfuls before you pressed him for info.

“Basically what he said to you” he sighed, turning to look at you. “They got there after we get here so you were right that they were nearby when they called. They called Seung and Innie some shitty things and threatened to call the cops Seung told them to do it and that if they kept harassing him and Innie they would call them cops on them. Your mother was throwing a fit about them stealing her daughter but they stopped when Minho interrupted them to say that we had all read the email and seen your scar. Your dad went pale and Changbin took off his hoodie to intimidate them into leaving. Chan said that you had made it clear to all of them that you didn’t want to see your parents again and it would be best if they left” Felix pursed his lips watching you to see your reaction but you had nothing left to make tears so you only nodded taking another sip of your drink.

“They never liked to create scenes, so being told that other people knew what had happened between us they would be furious” you scowled looking at the food in front of you. “I want them to just give up and leave”.

“Well if you keep your phone off and they don’t know where you are hopefully they will” Felix squeezed your hand and picked up another piece of chicken dipping in the dressing before lifting it to your lips. “Please eat and we will just ignore everything else in the outside world. It’s now just me and you, no one else”.

You agreed letting him feed you a few bites before taking over and curling up beside him on the couch his arm draped around your shoulder as you watched the same plot play out for the thousandth time as you ate. A large car chase that ended with an explosion that in reality would have leveled a city block but in the film only managed to destroy one car, you had a sense of deja vu. Looking up at Felix who was still watching the TV despite his flingers trailing delicate circles on your upper arm you realized that this was the same movie from the night at Chan’s, the night he had been drawing patterns on your ankle, the night the older man at the convenience store told you that out of the of guys he was the one that looked like he was your boyfriend. Turning back to the movie you laid your head against his chest letting his scent and touch fill the space that the fear and worry had previously been.

“Do you want to watch another one? Or do you want to cuddle in bed?” Felix asked quietly, placing a kiss on your hair.

“Bed I think, I’m exhausted” you muffled a yawn as he chuckled at you letting you get up in your own time.

“Leave everything we can clean up in the morning” he added, shooing you away from the empty containers and drink cups.

“Won’t the others be annoyed?” you mused letting him gently guide you back towards his room not really putting up a fight. You felt drained now that the adrenaline had run its course and you had realized that no one could enter the bubble of safety Felix had created for you.

“Doubt it” Felix laughed, closing the door behind the pair of you “they may not even come home so they won’t know”.

You didn’t wait for an invitation, you just lazily crawled into Felix’s bed getting yourself comfortable in the soft sheets stretching and curling up to wait for him to join you. Beaming at you Felix just tugged off his jeans and shirt and climbed in beside you pulling you again the length of his body your face pressed against his smooth warm chest.

“Fuck, I already love having you here” he murmured one hand stroking the length of your back creeping under the material of his shirt so he could brush against your bare skin.

“I like being here” you admitted shyly, placing a chaste kiss on his sternum. Your eyes were getting heavier as he lightly brushed your skin, each feather light touch relaxing your muscles further until you felt yourself slip into sleep.

Waking with a jolt you could still hear your father’s voice screaming at you that you were a failure, that you would never be able to leave once they got you back home. You breathing was harsh, too loud to your own ears but the disorientation only lasted a few seconds until Felix wound his arms around you again.

“Shhh baby, it was just a dream” he soothed his voice deep from the lack of use while he slept. You continued to teeter on the edge of panic for a few more moments until you remembered you were not in your apartment and your parent’s couldn’t find you.

“M’sorry” you sniffed swallowing hard, your body still rigid with lingering fear.

“It’s alright, I’m here baby” he whispered, sitting up to pull you into a tight hug until your breathing returned to normal. When you began to relax in his arms he pulled away cupping your face with one hand and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You melted into him letting him softly kiss the fear away from you until you were breathing a little heavier for an entirely different reason.

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static-x3 · 3 days ago

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“Ten years can really give you such a crick in the neck...”

| Content warnings: Fear, strangling, breif depictions of death |

| Words: 1535 |

It was just a dumb dare.

Of course they could've said no- but teenage peer pressure is a bitch and they didn't wanna hang around and get mocked for refusing to take a little risk... Really, what's the worst that could happen? Getting jumpscared by a rat? It's not like there was any security around in the middle of nowhere, so why not take a look..?

Disregarding the hazard signs and barbed wire, the gangly duo cut their way through the chainlink fence and make way past the now crumbling external walls of the old factory.

"Jesus... Are we really sure we wanna do this just for brownie points..? I could get tinnitus just from looking at all the rust here-" the taller of the two mutters, stepping over a mangled wrought iron pole sticking out of the ground.

"..you mean tetanus?" The other pipes up, shining his flashlight in his companions face, "and also, yea, I'm sure. We're literally the first people to be here in like a million years! Do you even know what kinda shit we could find just laying around? And not to mention the bragging rights!"

His voice carries and echoes off the high walls, the place clearly much larger than they had initially thought once presented up close.

They find themselves in a large open area resembling a junk yard to the back of the actual facility building, old conveyor belts and large piles of scrapped appliances strewn as far as they can see within the previously guarded walls.

"I guess so... As long as we're careful and get outta here before my mom calls- i do not need to be getting grounded again on summer break after--"

"God, i can't take you anywhere, can i?" They get interrupted with a half-assed swing of a duffel bag to their chest, the offending culprit rolling his eyes dramatically, "how 'bout you shut up for a while and have some fun for once?"

With a huff and a breif glare, the other nods, opening the bag they'd been "handed" and grabbing a can of neon spray paint.

With the few cans they'd brought and but one collective braincell, the duo tag and doodle on just about anything within reach. They'd long since made their way into the actual building, rendering the bland grey walls a rainbow of slang and rather phallic portraits.

The longer they stay, the deeper they go into the Facility. They stumble across what looks to be a.. lab? Neither had a clue what use actual science would be to a place that made home appliances, but they couldn't pass up the opportunity to paint some custom lab coats for themselves.

"Are you- what is this, the twenties? Are you really drawing a fuckin' crewmate right now?"

"You told me to have fun!! and don't you come at me over outdated graffiti choices Mr. "Cool S""

"Never diss the Cool S! It's cool for a reason!!"

One of his arms accidentally knocks against a table in his gesticulations, a tall beaker losing it's balance and meeting the ground with an impressive shatter, making the other jolt at the sound.

"Dumbass-!! Dude, we need to go before some animal or something is attracted by your stupidity-" the taller yanks him away and out of the room by the arm while patting him off for any stray shards, much to his dismay as he bats at the other in protest.

"Get off me?! It's just a glass! Theres nothing in here besides us, are you for real man--?!"

He manages to rip himself out of his worried friends grip, stumbling to the floor and against a large set of double doors at the end of a hall.

After a breif apology and their offer to help him back to his feet going unacknowledged, the exasperated blond crosses their arms and more or less pouts. They didn't wanna be here anyways, and they were starting to remember why....

The sizeable doors they stood before look to be electronically locked, and they're easily larger than any others within the building, rivaling the ones to the main entrance in width.. they could swear there was a very quiet hum coming from them. There shouldn't have been any power going through the place..? Nowhere else in the facility seemed to have any, so what on earth-

Beep!!

Their staring contest with the doors is cut short with the crackling buzz that plays from the doors' card reader, their companion looking over to them with a mischievous grin and a lanyard in hand.

"This dumbass left their ID card on their coat. figures for someone named.. 'Evangelion'??-"

With a heavy sounding clunk, the doors slowly ease open, making way for a gust of chilled air to escape and nip at their ankles. Beyond the doors lies a staircase decending into nearly pitch black darkness, the scent of dust and mildew pungent and clinging to their clothes more than ever.

The duo send a glance between eachother. A pale look of worry meeting an adrenaline junkies toothy smile.

"...You coming?"

"Wh- YOU'RE GOING?!"

"Obviously! Look- I'll tell everyone you went with me if you just hold my stuff for me here, yeah?" He promptly drops his bag in his companions arms before they can protest, clicking his flashlight back on and trotting down the stairway in willing ignorance of their increasing pleas for him to return.

By the time the door slammed shut it was too late for him to notice. Too late for them to follow...

The further he descended, the stronger the smell became. Dust, mold, metal... rot..? It was getting harder and harder to tell. He brings his sleeved elbow to cover his mouth and nose by the time he reaches the bottom of the staircase, looking around to see... No... That doesnt make sense....?

Cautiously, he cracks open the first door in a long hall of many, the thick metal hinges screeching in protest against the weight of the matching metal door. Beyond the doorway is a small square room; a smaller bed, desk, shelf, and chains the only "decoration" to be had..

He walks along row after row of these solid metal doors, most of them open outwards.. though he couldnt find the curiosity in him anymore to check what resides– used to reside– inside.

This wasn't a factory.

This was a prison.

He keeps going for what feels like forever through large metal halls and rows of cells, avoiding how the shadows look his way and glare.

He needed out. He wanted his friend. He wished he was more cowardly for the first time in his life.

He saw- light.... A dim glow from the end of another dizzying metal hall. An exit..?

The space opens up to a large, open, server room. metallic clunks, whirrs, and beeps play from each of the tall servers as they light up like mini skyscrapers. Wires and cords of all sizes run along the ground and up into the ceiling, resembling a jungle strewn with electric foliage.

"What the hell..."

That small whisper under his breath it all it took. It goes nearly dead quiet for only a moment before the room quite literally jolts to life.

Bright screens in the middle of the room light up with text speeding too fast to read, making the brunett stumble backwards right into a pile of wiring. He keeps trying to blink away the white shapes in his vision without realizing how the cables start to snake around his limbs, a startled cry ripping from his chest as he's lifted up and brought closer to the amalgam of screens and wires.

"W-w-w-w-what have we here-e...?"

A glitching, robotic voice resounds from all around him, his body easily yanked closer to the largest screen that glitches on a 'connection lost' color bar.

"You... You're no-t-t-t my... Mine..... Mine........."

The wires and cables tighten around him in unexplained, jittery emotion, holding him in place despite how he struggled with all his might.. his puny, human, might....

"Y-y-y-youu don't belong here-e-e.... Hah.."

He claws and pulls helplessly at the cable encircling his neck, pleading for mercy between choked gasps. All the screens breifly flicker to black before coming back to life, a single bright eye on the center screen that curves into a sharp, upturned, semi-circle.

[System restart complete.]

"Ah... That's more like it."

CRUNCH!!

The body falls limp in her makeshift hand. So easily caving in on itself under just a bit of pressure.. she'd forgotten how fragile humans were.

How fragile she used to be.

[Checking syetems . . .]

No.

"hah.."

had it really been...?

"Ten.. Years.... And the one to wake me isn't even my own......."

She carelessly drops the mangled corpse to the floor, parts of her system still firing up and rebooting.

"I should've known better than to expect her loyalty... Oh, my dear Static......"

[Memory Recovery Complete.]

Dozens of small monitors and screens come to life throughout the room, displaying countless images and replayed moments of Static, along with an eerily familiar human simply lost to time.

"I wont hold it against you, poor little thing... You'll be home soon enough~"

#storm writes #mod writes #clasps hands together . crosses legs #:)#and so it begins #ohh ive been wanting to do this for a while..#grins.

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kenpachissluut · 12 hours ago

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this was an request and my first time writing about Jugram <33

Stalker!Jugram who carefully sneaked into your life out of the sudden one day. Pretending to be the new neighbor next door, being all gentle and friendly when in reality he‘s a damn gruesome stalker. Not any stalker but yours, who has been making your life harder & creepier each day since a whole year already.

Stalker!Jugram who talks to you on daily basis whenever he sees you. Standing by the mailbox or in the lobby of the apartment building, he pretends to be the friendly interested and caring neighbor. He asks you many questions about yourself, showing his interest in you when he actually already knows every information about you, but he has to play his little game so you won’t get suspicious.

Stalker!Jugram who is always there when you need his help. When i say always, i mean always because he already knows about your little problems because of the hidden cameras. Your sink is broken, he will repair it for you instantly. You need some sugar? He will give it to you. He does everything to get closer to you and make you like him and even get interested in him in a more romantically way.

Stalker!Jugram who once was invited inside your apartment by yourself for a friendly chat and coffee and once you left for the bathroom, he had to act quickly. With precision and already knowing where he had to hide them, he places mini cameras inside of your living room and your bedroom. As soon as you came back, he acts like he was waiting patiently for you and gives you a charming smile.

Stalker!Jugram who watches you every night on his laptop on the mini cameras he had placed in your apartment. He loves stroking himself off, while watching you comfortably laying in your bed watching a movie or even just sleeping peacefully unaware. He‘s worked up easily by everything you do and you gift him the best fucking orgasm without even knowing every single day!

Stalker!Jugram who follows you to your workplace or even when you meet up with some friends and taking pictures with his camera for his photo collection of you. He makes sure you are always protected and just wants to find out more about you. But watch out if you meet up with a man, you will likely never hear of him again. He‘s deadly jealous and fumes like fire as soon a man gets to close to you.

Stalker!Jugram who slides an envelope under your apartment door with pictures inside of it. Once it’s open his massive hard length is on the pictures, perfectly photographed in the best ankles. His dick is long, pale and really veiny. Really firm and aesthetically beautiful just like him, not that you would know his identity. Nonetheless you think it’s inappropriate and wanted to press charges because of your sick stalker, but of course the pictures didn’t came without a sidenote telling you.

„Press charges my darling and the people you love will be hurt deeply. Just enjoy my affection and gifts and you will be always protected and loved.“

Stalker!Jugram who doesn’t understand that his actions and his obsession with you is wicked and sick as fuck. One day he sits innocently in your living room telling you how his day was, the next day he sits in his bedroom writing an wicked „loveletter“ to you. Telling you how much he loves you, how obsessed he is with you and that you belong to him, body, mind and soul.

Stalker!Jugram who uses your most vulnerable state to his advantage. While you sit there crying and telling him how that guy ghosted you (of course he made him disappear lol) he comforts you like a good friend would do. Wrapping his arm around you, rubbing your shoulders and gently wiping your tears away. He pretends like he would care, when in reality he finally just wants to have you all to himself.

Stalker!Jugram who manipulates you into his arms with his caring and loving words until you can’t help but fall hard for him. He has the looks and even a „good“ character so of course you gave him a chance. Not knowing that your worst nightmare ever just was at the damn beginning, even though it started a year ago.

Stalker!Jugram who has you right there where he wanted you. Squirming and moaning underneath him while he fucks your pussy like no one ever did before. Slamming his cock balls deep into your cunt with powerful hard thrusts, letting you forget about everything else but him. His movements are relentless and without mercy, completely focused to stuff you full with his cum and enjoying the feeling of your warm walls clenching around him so desperately milking him dry.

Stalker!Jugram who effortlessly came into your life, befriended you as the new friendly neighbor and now even won you over as his damn girlfriend. Yet his wicked desires aren’t still completely fulfilled, so he still keeps the act up as your stalker. Without you knowing that your boyfriend is the man who constantly sends you sick loveletters, many gifts and follows you everywhere you go for a whole year now.

Stalker!Jugram who one day decided to drop the act and to tell you the truth just because he wanted to see your reaction, not because he felt sorry or something. Seeing your shocked and feared expression just fuels his sick desire and your failed attempts to seek for help even more. If you think it would be over by now, you are wrong. It’s just the fucking beginning. He will never let you go and the worst part? You love him already so much, you don’t even want to let him go.

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ᢉ𐭩

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comphy-and-cozy · 1 day ago

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Like i do - Brady Skjei

Pairing: NFL!Brady Skjei x cheerleader!reader

Summary: As your relationship with Brady begins to grow, so does your teammate’s jealousy.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Alcohol use, adult content/implied smut.

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Your phone lights up on your nightstand.

It's a photo of a Bud Light, condensation beading down the side of the glass bottle. The text reads, "Come here. Meet me in the back."

A snort leaves your nose as you finish putting away your laundry. You glance at your watch before returning the text: "It's 9 o'clock on a Tuesday."

The next thing you know, your phone is buzzing, the contact named Brad Smith appearing on your screen; the pseudonym became a necessity after your teammate almost caught Brady texting you. You swipe to answer his call, and before you can even greet him, he's saying, "Isn't that the perfect time to go to a dive bar?"

You can't help the laugh that bubbles out. "I guess so."

"So, you coming?"

"I have a hot date with a pint of Birthday Cake Halo Top."

He hums. "Now that's something I'd like to see."

"Maybe you should come over, then," you say.

"Would, if you'd let me," comes his grumbled reply. You've been resistant to letting Brady inside your apartment—for one, you're embarrassed at the idea of him seeing the inside of your peasant residence; second, you've instituted strict rules about keeping your budding romance a firmly guarded secret. Restricting him from your home just felt like an obvious boundary to set, but the more time that passes, the more you realize that it's just silly. "Jus' wanna see you. Is that too much to ask?"

Your heart melts a little at that. He's met every one of your demands, taken them in stride—though not without a little bit of teasing—and passed every single one of your tests. So far, you couldn't find anything to show that he was anything other than a man of his word.

"If I let you come over, are you going to be a gentleman?"

"Have I ever been anything other than a perfect gentleman?" You snort, but before you can retort, his voice lowers and he adds, "You're the one who sucked me off in a dive bar parking lot. Just saying."

Your cheeks go hot at the memory. A low pulse echoes between your thighs when you remember the weight of him on your tongue, the way he tasted, those delicious grunts that left his throat.

"You can come over," you finally concede, "but I don't have a parking spot for you."

"That's fine. I'll have my driver drop me."

You resist the urge to scoff—his driver—and instead tell him you'll text him the address. Twenty minutes later, your phone dings with the text that he's arrived, and you meet him near the side door to your apartment building. His baseball cap hangs over his face, his head dipped down to avoid being recognized by the car coasting by.

Once the stairwell door is securely shut, you begin to make your way up the stairs when his hand catches yours and tugs you back toward him until you're pressed against his chest. Looking up at him, his handsome face smiles down at you. "Hi, beautiful."

"Hi, Brady," you say with an unamused smile, accepting the peck he presses to your lips.

"I'm excited to see your apartment."

"Let me guess—you're most excited to see the bedroom?"

"If you wanted to get me in your bedroom, all you have to do is ask," he grins. "Besides, I don't need a bed to show you a good time."

Warmth coats your skin, an image of Brady bending you over the counter suddenly painted with stunning clarity inside your mind. When you unlock the door to your apartment, you pointedly look anywhere but your kitchen counter.

Brady takes in the interior of your home while you do your best to fight the self-consciousness that threatens to overcome you. He doesn't scoff at your decor collected from Homegoods and Goodwill; instead, he quietly observes the framed photos on your shelves while an HGTV show plays quietly on the television. For some reason, the expression on his face is endearment rather than disappointment.

Once you make your way to the couch, you're reminded once again how much you like flirting with him, how easy he makes it, how good he is at dishing it back. He asks you how your day was, swapping stories about practice that day. It doesn't take long for his head to find its way between your thighs despite his insistence that that wasn't the only reason he was there. You honestly can't bring yourself to care with the way his tongue is, regrettably, just as talented as his championship-winning arm.

Behind the closed doors and far away from the cameras and publicity, the darkness of your bedroom is the one place where you give him more of yourself. He's an attentive, eager lover, just cocky enough that it makes it fun, but not cocky enough to be a turnoff.

"Knew you just wanted to get me in bed," he says once he's disposed of the condom and slipped back into bed beside you. It feels strange to have a man—one of the most famous men in the country, no less—in your bed, his muscled frame tucked against you.

"Like you didn't know exactly what you were doing," you shoot back. "You're the one who kissed me first."

"I think about kissing you all day long. Can you blame me?"

"All day long?" you raise an eyebrow.

Brady's brown eyes glisten as he smiles, gaze moving back to your lips. He leans in slowly, a contrast to the heated, almost frenzied way he kissed you earlier; lips ghost against yours, warm breath exhaling softly against your face. Once his mouth touches yours, you become drunk on his kiss, the breath faltering in your throat.

He pulls away, eyes locked with yours. "All day long, baby."

A few days later, you're packing up your bag after practice when you overhear a teammate talking loudly in her stall about how Brady was flirting with her on the way out of the stadium the previous day. Instantly, you find yourself bristling, jealousy bubbling low in your belly.

"He followed me back on Instagram," she brags, earning a squeal of interest from her listeners. "And he viewed both of the thirst traps I put on my story. Must've been lurking."

He wasn't. You know, because you still have marks in the shape of his mouth dotting along your breasts and collarbones that he left when she posted the photos—he was most definitely not lurking.

And you know that you shouldn't, but you can't help yourself when you pull out Brady's oversized Nike hoodie out of your bag and slip it over your head. He'd left it on your couch and you'd be lying if you said you haven't been living in it the last few days.

The hoodie, black and soft and worn in on the cuffs, still has his scent on it, and you can't deny that there's a part of you that likes wearing his clothes. It's the only outward symbol you have to show the world that you have the sort of relationship with Brady Skjei where he leaves his sweatshirt at your apartment.

Even if you're the only person who knows the sweatshirt is his.

"I think I'm going to DM him later," she's saying, earning a gaggle of 'oooh's from her surrounding posse.

That bubble of jealousy roils through you again. "I heard a rumor that he's seeing someone."

All three of them turn to look at you. Erin, your newest nemesis, widens her eyes. "Where did you hear that from?"

You shrug. "Rumor mill, I guess."

"Well," Erin says, smiling, "If it's not serious enough to be public, it can't hurt to message him, then, can it?"

Forcing a grin on your face, you nod and hope that your tone isn't too tight. She had a point—you and Brady aren't anything serious. Hell, you've only just let him come over to your apartment for the first time. "Good luck."

Erin does message Brady a few days later, something he chuckles at and screenshots to send to you. He lets you check his messages—green flag alert—to prove that he didn't message her back (you insist you trust him to tell you the truth, but he shows it to you anyways because he wants to make sure you know he's serious).

A few weeks later, the Titans have a bye week, marking your first ever trip as an item: a weekend getaway to Asheville. The more time that passed, the more comfortable you got with the idea of dating Brady Skjei, Super Bowl Champion and Most Famous Football Player In The World. In that time, the stage of your relationship had gradually shifted to multiple sleepovers per week, to FaceTime calls on away trips and texts goodnight. He'd been gently pressing you to spend the weekend with him, and once you begrudgingly admit that fuck, you do like him, it's hard to deny him.

He wines and dines you, taking you to his vacation home in the mountains. A place, he says, that he loves spending time in the off-season, away from the hustle and bustle of Nashville. Brady admits he considered hiring a private chef to both impress you and avoid dining in public, but opted instead for a grocery delivery with a fridge full of food for the weekend—something much more your speed.

Admittedly, you spend far more time inside the bedroom (outdoor jacuzzi included) than anywhere else, but it's still an alarmingly good preview for what life could be like with him. Cooking together is definitely not something you expected to enjoy doing with him, falling quickly into a rhythm beside one another chopping vegetables or preparing the food for him to grill in the outdoor kitchen. It's easier than you expected, and worse—you enjoy it.

In the evening, you sit with your feet in his lap on the patio couch, watching the sun sink behind the mountains while a fire crackles beside you. Brady has a collection of expensive wine, which he delves into the stores of and which serves as the lubricant for hours of conversation. Something between you two shifts in these hours, strengthening the bridge between you. He's funny, the banter between you almost intoxicating; another glass of wine later, sharing hopes, wishes, dreams, fears.

The more you learn about him, the more you like. It encourages you to drop your guard, too, revealing to him more of yourself, more than just your moans and sighs.

If you didn't know better, you'd wonder if you were falling for him.

On the way home, Brady pulls into the Wendy's near your apartment. Instead of using the drive-thru, you offer to go inside to order so that you can use the restroom.

After you've placed you and Brady's order, his card in your hand (his insistence), you hear your name. Your heart sinks when you turn and see Erin.

Perhaps not quickly enough, you offer a greeting. It takes everything in you not to glance toward the door, praying that she didn't see the Audi Q7 that you got out of in the parking lot.

When you retrieve your order, she notes the two drinks instead of one. "Are you with someone?"

At the same time, the door behind you opens and you hear Brady's voice.

"Babe, are you—"

Erin's eyes widen, then flick to you. You try not to wince as you watch her put everything together in real time. Brady comes to stand beside you, offering a casual smile to Erin. "Oh, hey! Erin, right?"

Addressing Erin catches her off guard, but she smiles sweetly anyways. "I didn't know you two were together. How cute! A little workplace romance."

"We're trying to keep things on the DL," he says with an equally saccharine smile. "Really don't wanna have coach up my ass. Or yours, for that matter."

Erin lets out a laugh that nearly makes you snort. She's flirting with him while talking about him being with you. If it wasn't the man who you spent the weekend falling for in the mountains, you might admire her dedication.

But it is. And it would only be kind for you to remind her of that.

"She won't tell anyone, babe." You offer Erin the same smile that she has on her face, enjoying the way it falters slightly at the pet name. "Girl code, right?"

Three weeks later

"She posted again."

You roll your eyes, corking the wine you just opened. Bringing the two glasses into the living room, you hand one to Brady. "And?"

"It's the same as yours, coffee and all."

"So a twenty-something year old woman isn't allowed to post her coffee on her Instagram story anymore?"

Brady casts you an unamused look. "It's obvious that she's trying to imitate you."

"You think you're that cute that she'd mimic me to get to you?" you shoot back with a smirk. He rolls his eyes, and you nudge his leg with yours. "It's fine. I'm not worried about it. Why are you?"

He grumbles, but doesn't say anything as he accepts your feet in his lap while you scroll on Netflix. Brady's thumb rubs soft circles against your foot while you select a movie to play.

You've only just gotten past the opening credits when he speaks again.

"Let's soft launch."

Your heart freezes in your chest, then begins to thud rapidly. "What?"

"I know it seems like I'm obsessed with Erin posting on her Instagram, but it's really just because it bothers me that she thinks I'm available. Because I'm not."

"Brady, you could be available. You are available. We’re not official."

"Do you want to be?"

The question makes you freeze. You weren't prepared to have this conversation tonight. You were hoping you could flirt with him a little bit and have him in your bed before 11pm, not have the what are we conversation before you even get to touch him.

So his proposition? Unexpected. Uncharted territory.

When you look back up, he's looking at you hopefully, waiting patiently for you to respond.

"It's a big step to go from this to—" you gesture vaguely with your hand toward the window, "—all of that."

"I'm just a normal guy."

"You’re not, Brady. You are the biggest athlete in the country. Being your… being with you, publicly, where I'm suddenly exposed to millions of people, is a huge responsibility."

He smiles sadly. He knows. Behind closed doors, in the privacy of his house, away from the cameras and reporters, it can be simple. Easy. But as soon as you're exposed to the public, everything completely changes, for you and for him.

A beat of silence passes, and you brace yourself for the inevitable end.

"You don't have to be. That's a big step, I know," he says. "I just want people to know I'm taken. They don't need to know who by."

Brady's words make your heart swell, the depth of his commitment out there in the open. All at once, you realize the depth of your feelings for him, how much you really do want this. Want him.

And already, he's seen through your resistance for what it is: hesitation. Not of him, but of everything that comes with him.

The spotlight. Cameras, reporters, whispers. Attention—far more than you're used to. And while going semi-public does amp up the heat, it's a chance for you to get your feet wet and get comfortable with the temperature before your identity eventually will have to be revealed. A compromise.

"It would be nice to not see twelve girls asking you on dates on every post," you admit, and he laughs.

"There'll still be one or two. Gonna have to give me a little more to get rid of them all," he says with a wink followed by a breathtaking grin.

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Let's see how the soft launch goes first, big shooter."

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Author's Note: Thanks @senditcolton for helping me brainstorm the plot to one of the most difficult songs on this album, and thanks @wyattjohnston for reminding me that sometimes the simple answer (like going to Wendy's) is the best!

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gav-san · 2 days ago

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Hey, Gav-san! Since I've read the ask about the Silvers Rayleigh Cosmic Joke and you teased that 'but what if it's old Rayleigh' I raise to you another Dilf.

In fact I raise to you the newest Dilf in the collection...

Scopper Gaban

Mr. Mountaineater, The Preacher Of Love, the left hand of the Pirate King or simply Ya-San.

and you may hesitate, you may be like but why we don't know a lot about him and to that I say we know just enough about him. Just imagine being Soul Linked to that glorious piece of an old man and him vehemently defending his place as the 'second strongest in Rogers Crew'

Witnessing him flirting with all types of woman, while being dressed in a Hawaii Shirt and those weird little rubber boots and it works.

He could charm even the coldest of hearts and he will slip with ease through the mental barriers reader builds up, because he even charmed her pants of but she is in the stage of denial of this very attractive old man.

Gaban living his life with his Partner Ripley and their son on Elbaph and reader going 'at least you're happy' the angst potential of finding out your soulmate, the man you have been linked to since you're a child has a whole family.

And I swear Scopper would have some of the most interesting inner dialogue that you can imagine. He would be just reminiscing about the good old times and wondering what people are up too, if Rayleigh and Shanks are okay etc.

(Rayleigh and Gabans Soulmate meet up would be hilarious if both of them got to meet each other maybe in Shakkys Bar and both of them being like, 'so you also got an old man, huh?')

So yeah I raise Scopper Gaban the newest edition on the Dilf list for Cosmic Joke just take him into consideration

ANON! I have thought about him, but I didn't know how I could ever write anything that would beat a big booty giantess (RIP Ripley, please sit on me)

For old Gaban, it would probably be one of those 'The age difference is too great' situations, and he probably cries and makes the difficult choice to close the bond for both of your sakes (And taking the pain of his other half like a champ). He strikes me as really being in love with his wife, and why wouldn't be be? (Please, Ripley, just one chance)

Rayleigh and Shakky are pretty casual, so it works, but I have sad feels when I think about interfering with a happy couple.

However... Prime Scooper Gaban...

Rayleigh: “We’re really doing this?” Scopper: “She said lighthouse.” Rayleigh: “There are like four hundred—” Scopper: “And fried fish. Light. House. Fried. Fish. The wind is from the east. The seagulls had a weird cry. Don’t question me, I’ve heard her brain during PMS. She left clues.” Roger: “...Are we bringing the whole ship?” Scopper: “We’re bringing the whole ship.”

#gav ask #asks #ask #scooper gaban #Gaban

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m1zisu4 · 14 hours ago

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I'm working on a fic. Do you have any thoughts on sapphic alienation in Alien Stage? Ivan has been discussed at length, but the way gay men are alienated is more overt and easier to recognize.

I'm specifically wonder about Sua. I have a much more solid grasp on Mizi's character, and you did say Sua was your fav...

- Omegaverse MiziSua Anon

okay *cracks my knuckles* i will attempt this on only a few hours of sleep because i love sua so much and her story, to me, is the essential undercurrent of the larger alien stage story.

sua is alienated from her body by nigeh. she is dressed as a doll, acknowledged only as a "thing" on which her mother imposes her will. according to the art book, nigeh only really cares about building influence, so a lot of the ideas about beauty and ~cuteness are common notions about girls in a patriarchal society, ideas that, when applied to her daughters, will bring nigeh clout and economic success. sua is the victim of her mother's objectification, with no recourse to advocate for herself. she is part of a collection of sisters, who she is known to have to compete with for favor and attention. her environment conditions her to be silent, submissive, and unexpressive. her responses to trauma are clearly gendered.

her alienation from her body and her desires inform her relationship with mizi. there's this fandom-wide idea that mizisua are more advanced in their romance in that they clearly and loudly reciprocate each other's feelings, which means they are more mature people. i'd like to complicate that discussion with evidence that like... despite reciprocation, sua is terrified of losing mizi. to till, to men, to death. in this comic, she's jealous and upset by the attention mizi gives to till. it's notable that she does not see till as predatory, or "off," as she saw the white-haired kid with the mole that antagonized mizi for rejecting him. instead, she sees till as a threat to her paradise, a symbol of the inevitable: a world where mizi graduates from her childhood affection for her and moves onto the legitimacy of partnership with a man. all while knowing she lacks the self-advocacy skills to challenge this when the time comes. vivimeng have explained they had trouble reconciling the "two sides" of sua, with vivinos' being more kind and gentle, while qmeng's was colder and more aggressive. these are all essential elements of sua's character. she is deeply sensitive and understanding of others, having been subject to so much abuse. she is also closed-off and viciously possessive of what little she feels she has.

from the beginning, she is weighted with a hopelessness that sets the foundation for her sacrifice. she has few tools with which to excercise her agency. she can't hold on to what she values most in the world, mizi, so chooses to die. (in a clip to earth: there [is] no hope for her.) it's the most violent, most punishing choice she makes. the only kind of power she feels she holds in a system designed to alienate her from herself. it's also one of the most important for alien stage's narrative, and characterizes the world. mizi's belief that her and sua could tie, defying the standards of the pageant of violence they've been compelled to participate in, speaks to her hope that they can be together romantically, even amidst a landscape of cruelty. sua shares this hope, but does not believe in it. it's a distant, dreamy wish. like her talent for math suggests, she is calculating and logical. these are traits she developed in order to protect what she values and guard herself against harm.

mizi and sua cannot be together. those are the rules of alien stage. they are the rules of the world. the entire universe, as sua knows it. she's not a dreamer or a rebel like mizi and till. she is a pragmatist with a death-drive who guards what she has with all of her power, what little she owns just for herself. if they can't be together, sua can't live. she refuses. she surrenders her body and her life to the one she loved, after being forced to surrender every bit and part of herself to her mother, to the segyein, to her sisters, to the public, to alien stage. it's a cruel choice, and it's all hers. what says lesbian alienation more than the necessity of an impossible decision when you've been owned by others your whole life, and you feel you have no way to struggle out from the totality of that ownership? when it's reinforced in the social sphere, on a legislative level, in the theology you're brought up on?

i think it's important to remember that alien stage was initially conceived for mizisua. their story is the core of the series. sua was one of the first characters to be written, if not the very first, and stayed the most consistent through development. ivantill and hyuluka continue to explore the theme of alienation, but mizisua set the precedent. which isn't to say that those pairings aren't equally compelling, just that mizisua's lesbianism is vital to alien stage and the same themes you find in all the relationships are present here, too. :-)

#alnst meta #alnst sua #alnst mizi #mizisua #really proving my username here lol #and also my fidelity to the doomed lesbians

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petals4bangtan · 2 days ago

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All that's left is silence : Ashes beneath our palms

Summary: School grounds became a game of "avoiding your ex" ever since the messy, unreasonable break up. Seeing him again just ignited the flames of rage, seeing him again just flickered your reflexes of keeping him out of danger— especially around those with their sinister quest for flesh lurking around.

You've planned how the field trip would go 100 ways in your head— and the sudden break of apocalypse? Hell, even if you have thought of 101 ways, it wouldn't be there.

They're still. They're skilled. They're smart. And one word past your lips, they twist and turn to you. Quietness means survival, and survival is a luxury you could hardly afford. So you hold on to friendships, to trust, to love, and even to bitterness, even if it means all that remains is silence.

highschool student!jk x highschool student!reader

Warnings: Angst, gun use, death, spasms.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au

Word count: 4k

Characters: OT7 and Reader

As Y/N had predicted, the twilight hours were not for blissful relaxation as Taehyung had anticipated, but times in which to attempt to stand properly without being shoved or having their foot stepped on while trying to grab packets of snacks from shelves with the vast amount of excited high schoolers flooding the convenience to grab their preferred candies or munchables for them to consume within the hours-long field trip. Not only Taehyung had thought that being as early as 4:30 would save the two of them the trouble of being squeezed through a flood of students which had failed, but she also caught the eyes of the devil she had been avoiding since the new term had begun.

“Y/N!” The tanned man beside who she calls “The devil.” waved to her jollyfully.

“What's up, Jimin. Long time no see!” Says Y/N, although they had seen each other yesterday. “I see you've brought him,” She added, her gaze lingering on Jungkook a tad bit longer like a honey that sticks on skin. She said that as though he's a trophy Jimin drags around to flaunt.

He stares at her sharply. Like his eyes were shooting daggers your way and his brow cocks upwards while a pair of muscular arms cross over his chest in a sassed manner. “Got a problem with me?”

A laugh stuttered in her throat coming out as a chuckle. “Yeah, I do.”

“Oh yeah? Share it to the crowd will ya?” He smirks, leaning his weight on an aisle of snacks.

“Turtle chips? Are you for real?!” Just when Y/N were about to snap back, Taehyung slices through the building tension and points at the obnoxious amount of turtle chips ranging from corn flavored to churros flavored on Jungkook's arms, basically hugging these bags like it's his lifeline. “Those taste like unwiped ass!” Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, they're great.” Jungkook grins, tearing one open and popping a chip in his mouth. “Vigorous, even!” Taehyung gasps and so does she. He hasn't paid for that yet!

“You haven't paid for those yet!” Her eyes widened.

“Why do you care?” Jungkook munches on another one, his hand diving deeper into the bag to get more.

“I don't.” Y/N quickly answered in a flat tone and rolled her eyes.

Taehyung wraps his hand around the crook of her elbow and tugs it. His eyes were plastered on his ticking watch around his wrist. “It's almost five,” He quickly drags Y/N out of the store, clutching paper bags on his other arm. She staggered but regained her balance to keep up with his long strides.

Y/N browsed her phone and stumbled upon Taehyung's Instagram post. A collection of photographs of his childhood pet, Fleur. The sweetest jack russell she had ever met. His post shows Fleur’s best moments, from their first game of catch, to Taehyung's kindergarten graduation picture with Fleur by his side, the two snuggled in bed, and to their last picture together.

"What happened to your dog?” She asks, sipping hot coffee, breathing out a soft exhale as the warmth spreads through her chest. Taehyung grumbled and shoved his hands in his pockets. He kicked a small rock away and shrugged.

“She was dead right? Of course we held a small funeral for her. We were mourning and tears fell hot and fast down my face—” Taehyung stuttered, grief was bound in his face, yet confusion settled too. “Fleur was in that small casket we've made for her,” He outlined a small rectangular shape with his hand. “And then she started to spasm like she was possessed. My parents and I took a step back because Fleur twisted and stood with her hind legs before going on all fours, then she stared at us and fucking ran away.”

“Ran away? Like, went back to life and ran away?” She asked, completely astounded. Taehyung nodded, “Yeah, but her movements… are a bit sluggish you know? And her eyes were clouded, they were white and… I don't know.” He shrugged again.

“You didn't go after her?”

Taehyung snorts. “No, we were so shocked that none of us budged. Imagine mourning over your dead dog then all of a sudden they came back to life only for them to leave you again.” He chuckles sadly, shaking his head lightly and traced his fingertip over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“Boys and Girls line up separately!” Professor Lee’s voice boomed. “President of each class, do a head count— hold on to your valuables, the school will not be responsible for any lost items!” He flapped his hands, gesturing everybody to move backwards, all while stepping on a stool to have a clear view of students filling the gymnasium.

“Alright, class B-3 and B-6 follow me!” Another teacher demanded. Y/N gripped the strap of her backpack, the other one hanging loosely on her side while the line moved slowly out of the gymnasium towards the buses that awaited outside the school. She chews on her gum. One that sat on her mouth for too long, it became flavorless.

Y/N swore the bus was shaking. Girls were squealing, boys were jumping like maniacs, and the teachers were trying to console students into remaining in their respective seats. She walked past them— pulling the hood of her jumper over her luscious hair and slumped down on her seat followed by Taehyung.

“Want some?” Taehyung mumbled, munching on gummies and offering the pack to her.

“The bus hasn't moved an inch yet and you're already eating our snacks.” Y/N rolled her eyes yet took one.

“Taehyung, give me some—!” They looked at Seokjin who sat on the opposite aisle of the bus, tugging on Taehyung’s sleeve. Jin froze when he saw who sat beside the man whose sleeve he was pulling. “Y/N! Fancy seeing you here.” He greets.

She waved at him, offering a small smile. “I haven't seen you in months, I swear!” says Seokjin. He grabs a gummy from Taehyung's hand. “Let me introduce you to my friend here, if it's okay.” Seokjin elbows the man's rib beside him eliciting a groan.

Jungkook, who was almost asleep as the bus began to drive, was nudged by Seokjin and forced to straighten his back. “Though I have tingles that you two already know each other, Jungkook used to kiss you didn't he— Ow!” Seokjin's back arched when Jungkook pinched him. The younger one flipped his middle finger at his older hyung. Though there was no ire in it, Seokjin chuckled. He even high-fived Taehyung!

“Sorry, I don't make out with strangers.” She says coolly, clasping her hands together and smiling with clipped interest.

“Strangers?!” Gasped Seokjin, looking flabbergasted.

Without bothering to lift his head up or even open his eyes, Jungkook replied, “Thought we stayed as friends?”

Y/N scoffed. “Self-proclaimed. We’ve been strangers since you failed to give me an answer—”

“I gave you one!” This time his eyes were open, wide, and he turned to her to cut her off.

“An unreasonable one!” She snapped, heads turned her way and the whole bus silenced. She waited for a second before everybody moved on and the noise grew back. “Not to mention you avoided me like the plague!”

“Save the fight for another day.” Seokjin's jaw clenched, the two immediately quieted down and reclined on their seats like they lost a battle they haven't even stepped a foot on. The rest of the drive was peaceful, it was ghostly quiet and everyone was asleep as we passed through long roads and high buildings that were scattered. Once the sun rose up the sky, the loud chatters came back.

“That's mine!” Y/N tugged at the chocolate bar on Taehyung's hand, however his grip was unyielding. “It's mine!” Taehyung took the bar harshly off her grip.

“It's mine! You already ate yours!”

“No! Let go—” The bus came to a sudden halt and everyone staggered, almost falling off their seats. The small bar slips out of Taehyung's hand and you fumble to catch it. Even the cars outside stopped, crashing against each other due to the unexpected barricade that forced them to hit the brakes. Curls of smoke began to fume from its engines, windshields were shattered, and people clamored.

Y/N pushed back the curtains and streaks of sunlight went in burning her eyes. She looked outside, there were policemen. Not the ones that wore blue clothing and sticks a glock on their hip, no. It was those who stood behind ballistic shields and carried tactical rifles in their arms, and there weren't just a couple of them. Not just three to five armed individuals who came to ticket a driver who violated rules— We're talking about dozens!

The prefects told everyone to remain calm and stay inside the bus. Their words were glazed with officiousness; ensuring that everything is under control and things just took a little detour and we'll be at our destination as soon as everything's clear.

Jungkook opened the window at his side and gazed past. Outside, grey flecks float through the air, mingling with the distant sounds of distressed men in suits and women stumbling in their heels, trying to understand what's going on. He extended his palm out of the window, ‘til one slowly landed on his palm. He closed his fist and when he'd opened it, it crumbled to ashes and was blown away by the gush of wind.

It doesn't look like it'd clear up soon. Not with this. Not with buildings caught in flames and helicopters crashing against it until it rained glass.

People gasped. Some pulled out their phones to record the wrecking situation. Some trembled in fear. Agitated that something awful, terrible, would happen. And to top the brewing trepidation curling around their heads— a low and guttural groans grew louder with each passing second behind the brace of those armed men upfront. They steadied, renewed their grip with something tighter— stronger, and they advised the growing crowd to leave and let them handle the situation but no one budged. Taehyung's phone buzzed, then Y/N’s, then Jungkook, followed by Seokjin's, until everybody else's. They were so immersed with the situation that most of them didn't check their mobiles except a few: including “The devil” and Y/N.

She clicked on the notification which directed her to a news article. Written in bold, red color, it says: “CITY OVERRUN WITH VIOLENCE” Y/N scrolled down, there were images of those armed men fighting mindless humans. Or are they still humans? They're covered with blood and separate flesh from bone with their bare teeth… only a lunatic could've done that. Y/N nudged Taehyung. And Jungkook tugged Seokjin. “Look at this…” She whispered. Not on purpose— but because of the words she had read and the images she saw, knocked the breath off her lungs. She showed it to Taehyung and his brows drew close together.

It seems like everybody saw the news, there were others who gasped loudly in shock and bolted straight up. “This has to be some kind of a joke!” A female student bellowed. Teachers who always made it look like they knew the answer to everything couldn't provide them one now. Then a loud, pathetic scream pierced the morning sky. It came from a woman outside who was still screaming as she pointed at the fogged up part of the road where the police kept their eye on.

Instinctively, they all followed her pointed finger. And she wasn't just pointing at one, not two, not three either. But from what it looks like: dozens. Presumably around thirty individuals were jolting towards us. Students inside the bus began to panic, and the teachers stood frozen as though they were hoping everything's just a reverie. “Shit, shit, shit! What the fuck are those?!” Y/N spills. She grabbed Taehyung's arm and took great hold of it. Seokjin stands up to take a better look of what's happening outside and Jungkook's brows are furrowed while his lips are slightly parted as he tries to peek with his fellow students blocking the view.

Everybody flinches and the crowd starts to clear the road, fleeing by foot when the hoard meets the fences and ballistic shields of those men. They groaned and they moaned, and they looked like the only agenda they had was to devour— to rip you apart limb-by-limb once they got their grip on you. “Drive!” One of the teachers demanded and the bus accelerated backwards. Yet it collided with another bus which took away their chance to leave. They were left with no choice, they just had to:

“RUN!”

The doors hissed open and students flooded the little space they called an aisle in desperation to flee. They squeezed through in an attempt to make it out. Jungkook, Seokjin, Taehyung, and Y/N were still, eyeing the crowd with petrified expressions, obviously not wanting to squeeze their way out but also not planning to stay. Jungkook looked at Y/N, she propped one knee on the cushion seat and her other foot stayed on the metal floor. She pointed somewhere to Taehyung and he nodded. She glanced at Seokjin and the devil beside him then jerked her head towards the back of the bus when they stood up. Jin and Jungkook took it as a sign to follow.

Taehyung slid the bus's window open and jumped off, he helped Y/N on her way out, and so did she with Seokjin and Jungkook. His foot landed on the asphalt with a soft thud. They all looked around. The buildings were blazing, the armoured men looked like they'd falter anytime soon, and there were those with hazy eyes with their sinister quest for flesh.

“Watch out!” Her reflex kicked in; to keep him out of danger and seized Jungkook's arm. “Run!” She yelled and dragged him away when one slowly staggered behind him, eliciting a rough snarl. Jin and Taehyung quickly followed, they made their way between cars and frenzied people trying to get away. Their lungs ached and begged for some air, their knees trembled and longs for a break. But there's no time to spare for a rest. This wasn't P.E. class where you round the court and take water breaks after a few laps. There's no stopping, not with these viscous creatures behind them.

Taehyung rounds to a corner, an alleyway. He quickly gestures to the three to follow. “Come on! This way!” He crouched beside a dumpster and Jin, Jungkook, and Y/N followed. Taehyung catches his breath and leaned against the brick wall, Jin looked around warily, one knee propped up while the other kissed the ground, Jungkook and Y/N were wiping off their own sweat. “What the hell just happened?” Taehyung asks, but apparently the rest were just as confused as he is.

“I don't know, but I think they bite.” Y/N says. A growl came from the other side of the dumpster, not too close, but enough to hear a single rustle the four might elicit. Y/N gasps, and the man snaps his head towards their direction, his head tweaks and purplish veins run down his forehead down his neck. Jungkook quickly covered her mouth, his grip was firm but not tight, only precisely to muffle her laboured breaths.

Taehyung covers his own mouth too when an unfortunate lady rounded this corner and froze upon seeing the one who thirsts over flesh. Her feet didn't know where to take her, they fumbled, she tried to run but it was too late. It had attacked her, pinned her down the ground and gnawed on her neck. Jin closed his eyes, it was grotesque. The squelch, the stench, the cries of agony, the distant pleas. It all hung thick in the air. Taehyung watched as it snarled and left the lady, then he started to count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

“We need to go before that thing turns to one of them!” Jin nudges them. Y/N jerks Jungkook's hand away roughly, shooting a sideways glare his way and getting on her feet.

Five. Her body starts to spasm. Her back bowed off the ground. From where he was, he could hear the crack of her bones, see how veins started to protrude her pale skin.

Six. “Let's go.” Says Jungkook firmly, Seokjin stands up slowly, then Taehyung does too though his eyes were pasted on the lady. “Come on, Taehyung.” He calls to him and Taehyung nods. Quickly following the others as they run to as they seek for a safe place. But where is safe to begin with? He spares another glance at the lady by the end of the alley, by the 12th second, she's already standing, snarling and running after those who're still in their right minds, uninfected.

“There!” Seokjin points at a deserted building, ivy curled around it like slick oil. “Get in!” He kicked the door open and let the others get in first before him, when he was about to set a foot, Seokjin was pushed to the ground with a thud; “Fuck!” He groaned, one was on top of him trying to get a bite of his delicate skin. He pressed his elbow against its chest but it wasn't enough. It was too strong. The way its teeth snapped at him made him shiver, and its growls formed a lump on his throat. Seokjin closed his eyes and tilted away from its mouth, then he heard an ear-splitting gunshot. And something splashed on his face.

“Get up!” A blondie yells. He wore the same uniform Seokjin wore, his blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight that surely violated school rules, he thought he was dead. Maybe he was the one shot. But there wasn't any pain that bloomed on his body. “Get up!” The man repeated and grabbed Seokjin's arm forcing him to stand on his feet. He rushed Seokjin to where Y/N, Jungkook, and Taehyung went, and locked the door.

“Jimin?!” Jungkook bolted to the blond male and hugged him tight. “I thought something bad happened to you.” Jimin chuckles, tapping Jungkook on his back.

“Hey.” Seokjin pants, his hands on his hips. “Thanks.” He taps on Jimin’s shoulder. His gaze lowered until it caught the revolver on his hand, it was black, matte, and by the looks of it, rough. “Where'd you get the gun?” Seokjin asked.

Jimin looked at the weapon on his palm, his grip reinforcing. “Got it from a security guard after he got attacked and turned into…” He laughed awkwardly, scratching his nape then he rubbed the sweat off his temple with the collar of his uniform.

“What's happening?!” Y/N curls against the wall while hugging her knees, her brows were drawn together and her eyes were wide in confusion. “I imagined how this day would go at least a hundred times and not a single one involved the sudden apocalypse!” She stood up and peeked from the blinds. It was still a frenzy outside. Buildings were caught on fire, cars crashed, and people ran in all directions.

“It’s like the train to Busan walked out of the screen.” Said Taehyung, he crossed his arms and leaned on a nearby shelf inside the guitar shop they had run to.

“Are you saying those out there… are zombies?” Jungkook cocks a brow, pointing a finger at the window.

The four stare at Taehyung as he nods. The idea had just sunk in their heads. Zombies? It seemed so impossible that Y/N would laugh, Seokjin would crack a joke, Jimin would shake his head, and Jungkook would scoff. But considering what they had just ran away from, what almost got Seokjin killed, what Jimin had just shot to save his hyung, it wasn't impossible.

“Zombies in the big ‘25.” Seokjin mumbled, looking at his bloody hands. “Don't you guys think we need to protect ourselves?” He looks at the others. They exchange glances as though they were communicating in silence, then they nod.

“I think we should.” Y/N says sternly. They started to look around the store for materials they could use to protect themselves from attacks, weapons they could use, and things they might need. She helped Taehyung tape magazines on his forearm, same goes to Jimin. While Jungkook looked around for items they could use to fight.

Seokjin was just taping album covers around his calves when he heard shuffling. Not from Jungkook or Jimin who moved to the upper floor of the shop. It came from behind the wooden door behind the counter, Seokjin looms closer. Taking short, cautious steps towards the door. The sound grew louder and turned into banging, like somebody’s banging their head against something hard.

“Jin!” Y/N tapped him on his shoulder and he flinched. “We’re out of tape.” Seokjin nods, but the more she spoke, the more ragged things became. Her voice slowly faded into a distant buzz, ‘til the only sound he heard was the twist of the knob followed by the crack and whine of the door.

It was too fast. The growl, the shithead that came out from the shadows, the stench that came from behind its lips. Seokjin froze and Y/N was in front of him, she'll get the impact and it could buy him some time to run, call the others. But then everything became slow, when he seized her by her shoulders and shoved her away, he hadn't even gotten the time to brace himself and was pinned down once again. Y/N’s scream of terror rang in his ears, slow and breaking. Like the teeth sinking down his skin, breaking him— tearing him.

The squelch, the soft gargle of his own blood, suffocated him. He heard their voices, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook's. The panic straight from their throat, with how they stuttered, he guessed Taehyung even collapsed upon seeing him being devoured by a monster based on the clatter of vinyl albums Seokjin’d heard. Then a gunshot followed. The weight that lodged on Seokjin's chest dropped to the ground, yet he still couldn't breathe. Y/N was the first to rush to him, she was closest. She pressed her hand against his neck, trying to stop the gush.

“No, no, please, no.” She cried. “Not like this please, no, I'm sorry,” She lifted his head up, Seokjin smiled weakly. “It’s okay, darling.” He chuckled, looking at her then at the three men. “You guys, take care of each other.” Purplish veins were drawing their way down his face but he went on, “It's alright Y/N, stop crying you'll get ugly. Taehyung, take care of mom, tell her I'm sorry.” Taehyung nods, he stands up and pulls Y/N away, and Seokjin's eyes slowly start to become clouded.

“Jimin, how many rounds are left?” He choked out despite his bones cracking like glass. Jimin shakes his head, sniffling and wiping his tears. Seokjin glares at him, snarling, “Take,” He groans, his body arched off the floor. “me down.” Jimin wails, dropping to his knees. The others step back, Taehyung has a firm grip on Y/N who's sobbing uncontrollably, and Jungkook extends an arm in front of the two.

Seokjin stands up slowly sluggishly, his head hanging low, he dragged his own shoulder, and when he lifts his head, his eyes are just white. His skin was paler than it was before, veins were evident especially from where he was gnawed at. Jimin's sobs quieted down. He quickly stood up and staggered backwards when Seokjin slowly limped towards him. Seokjin's gaze flickers from Jimin to the three, staring like he still knows them, like he still recognizes them.

“Jimin.” He snarls, stretching an arm out. The man had choked on his own tears, he had no time to react, he was about to get torn apart. He had to— take him down.

THIS WAS SPECTACULAR OMG I REALLY LOVED THIS ONE

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