#if anyone marks anything of a pairing you're being blocked!

[s-creations]

🛁🛁 platonic bathing in like a lake or small river with the M & L & W²

🛁 Bathing together/platonic bathing (specifiy)

((Woof, this one is long and rather difficult to write, enjoy!))

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Mario and Luigi couldn’t help but let out a groan as they dropped on their bags. Both followed soon after. Sitting on the ground as they leaned against the other in exhaustion. 

“You two really aren’t built for hiking? With all the stuff you’ve done so far? This is a worrisome development.” Waluigi casually pointed out as he placed down his own bag. Further back, Wario was already doing his best to set up the large tents, grumbling as he did so. 

“We’re not really one for nature.” Luigi argued back.

“City boys, right here, all our lives, never left the city limits. This is different for us.” Mario added on. 

“...Wow. Mushroom Kingdom heroes, right here. Can’t handle a little bit of nature.” 

The conversation paused when Wario let out a cry of triumph. Who stood back from his handing work on getting the two large tents set up. With that out of the way, he turned to join the conversation properly. “Think your sensitive skin is going to bruise sleeping on the ground?”

“Very funny,” Mario huffed, “This is just a different kind of terrain for us. Give us some slack.”

“Absolutely not! As your mentor, it’s our duty to make sure you’re ready for any situation.”

“Okay, ‘mentor’, what lesson are we being taught here?”

“How to rough it, in a very moderate way. If we need to leave the Mushroom Kingdom for something major, our best bet might need to be a sneak approach. So, how do we survive the wilderness with very little with us? We’re taking it easy on you two this round.” 

The twins groaned again, but didn’t argue back. Merely standing once more with their bags still resting on the ground. Mario stated, “Alright, what’s the first thing we need to get done.”

“Well, we have the tents set up-”

“I have the tents set up.” Wario interrupted his brother with his arms crossed. 

“Fine, whatever, they’re set up is the bottom line. Now we get the rest prepared and properly stored away.” 

Bottom line, it took a few hours before the camp was properly set up. Each twin paired with another brother so enough information was covered. Food safely stored, a place for a small campfire, tents secured so each set of brothers had their area set up for sleep. 

“And…that’s it,” Waluigi looked around, “We have it all set up. Nicely done you two.” 

“That wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be.” Luigi admitted. 

“Well, with that being done, we should probably-”

“Heads up!”

That was the only warning given before Waluigi had grabbed onto the twin’s arms and pulled them out of the way. Rushing past the three was Wario, now wearing only his underwear, let out a loud ‘Woop!’ as he jumped into the river. Creating a large enough splash that Waluigi had to pull them all back further with a look of disgust. 

“Do you mind!” Waluigi huffed as his brother’s head popped out of the water’s surface. 

“No, I don’t,” Wario smirked back, “What are you worked up about? You’re gonna be getting here soon enough.”

“That doesn’t mean I want the rest of my clothing wet!” 

“What is happening right now?” Mario cautiously asked.

“Bathtime,” Waluigi replied simply, “We’re disgusting and this is the closest thing we’re going to get to clean water. Come on, clothes off.”

“Um…we’re good.”

“No you’re not. Trust me, nothing is more aggravating than trying to sleep covered in a good layer of dirt. You’re not going to be in your birthday suit, just your underwear, you’re fine.” Waluigi casually commented as he started doing as he suggested. 

Mario and Luigi gave each other a worried glance before starting to do the same.

“How long are you lot going to take, I’m almost done!” Wario called out.

“Not without soap you’re not!” Waluigi argued back, “I’m not going to be stuck in that tent with you if you’re going to smell like sweat.” 

“I have water washing over me.”

“That is not enough.” 

Being the first of the twins to approach the river’s edge, Luigi let out a yelp as he pulled his foot back out of the moving water. “It’s freezing!”

“Well, yeah, this isn’t indoor plumbing. Nothing’s here to heat it up,” Waluigi stuck his foot in, “And it’s not that bad. Come on, in you go.”

The twins stuck close together as they inched into the water. Realizing it wasn’t as cold as they originally thought it was. But still keeping their arms crossed to hold into the stable point of warmth they created. Only for that plan to end when Mario suddenly felt hands in his hair. Waving his own arms in a desperate attempt to push the other away.

“What are you doing!?” Mario turned, glaring at Wario. Who was holding a sheepish smile with shampoo covering his hands. 

“What? Just trying to help.”

“I can wash my own hair, thank you.”

“With how much you were whining about being tired? No way. Now hold still!”

Luigi only watched as Wario quickly wrapped an arm around the other twin and furiously scrubbed his fingers into Mario’s hand. All the while, the fire user was kicking his legs in an attempt to get Wario to stop or to break away from it. Just as Wario started, Mario was able to slip out. Quickly diving under the water to make his escape. Only for Wario to follow close behind. 

He was pulled away from the ‘fight’ feeling a tap on his shoulder. Finding Waluigi there with shampoo pools in his other hand. “Keep your eyes close.”

“Okay.” Luigi smiled softly and faced forward again. Remaining still as fingers gently ran through his hair.

Both respectfully ignoring the ‘fight’ between their brothers.

[reshinless]

❝ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. ❞

synopsis. hate sex w blade i guess idk

warnings. jalosi /j, jealous blade, hate sex, belly bulge, 18+, sex

author's name. release me from my shackles of writers' block please

pairing. blade x gn!reader

☆ kind of guy to just force your face into the pillows below as your ass is up in the air, for him just to go absolutely down on, and the belly bulge on your tummy was so noticeable :(( and he just kept going harder, after what seemed like your overstimulated hole was gonna finally rest from your loving and sworn rival since kids, this honestly was everything he was dreaming of, even since you both were children, he liked you, but you always competed with him, and that really is one reason why he likes to strive for a fight now, you like people that can put up a fight. and he did, just not in the way you thought. slowly his cock sinks in your hole again, just to look up and see he's put you in front of a mirror, just for you to see how messy he's made you, usually so calm and collected, playful and sarcastic. he loved and hated your attitude, but having such a smart babe, now dumb on his dick?? that's such a compliment. atleast to him. and every thrust was so harsh, and everytime he saw your scars, the ones that other people have had laid on you, made him just a little more jealous, but seeing the mark his cock has on your stomach makes it feel better. — whenever he sees you talking, or being flirty with anyone else, he can't stand it. he looks like he doesn't enjoy your flirting, but promise, he really enjoys it, takes care of himself better when he hears a compliment from you, and kafka notices that, "are you sure you both aren't anything more than.. friends?" ☆ his cock plunging into your hole that was so sensitive because of all the over rounds, his cold hands run over your chest, reaching for your nipples, tugging at them just for your reaction, he likes to think of this as payback and punishment for talking to people.. haven't you already understood you're his already?? the visible hickeys he's put on your collarbone throughout the night, the ones that everyone will see, and know that you belong to him, your childhood rival!! and can't help but kiss you everywhere after all is said and done. maybe even after finally getting showered, will eat you out, just for a bit, wash up again then go to bed. whenever he gives head though he gives it like a homeless man who hadn't eaten anything in days. that's it thanks for coming to my ted talk about blade fucking you and eating yo hole like a starved man.

dies

[finniestoncrane]

💜🍴 Finnie's 1.5k Follower Event 🍴💚

CLOSED by health inspector

even though it felt like this took forever it really didn't because i've only been on here and writing for just over a year, and i'm so grateful that people still follow me despite my personality as a whole lmao, i wanted to do something silly and goofy so here's my prompt list for my milestone ;-; hello and welcome to the vill-inn, gotham's newest restaurant (and definitely 100% not a money-laundering front for nefarious rogue activity no sirree u-u) please come on in and peruse the menu and let us know what you want to eat!! send in your order + reader/insert gender/pronouns/genitals too! the restaurant is now closed as well as writing headcanons and drabbles, i'm also doing a little give away! so anyone who asks off anon (or not, check the specials menu below) i'll enter into a little silly draw for a 1k commission and pick 3 winners u-u 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block)

Hello, welcome to Vill-Inn, how will you be DIE-ning with us today?

Sit-In [drabbles/short fic]

Takeout [bullet-point/free form story/headcanon style]

Delivery [surprise me]

Great! Wonderful! What can I get you to drink? And don't say fear toxin! (I'm this close to quitting...) (pick 1)

Water [hurt/comfort]

Soda [angst]

Milkshake [fluff]

Signature Cocktail [smut/pwp]

Black Coffee [doesn't matter/surprise me]

And what will you be having for your MAIM course? (pick 1, feel free to specify the version)

Question Mark Shaped Nuggies [riddler]

Sushi Platter [penguin]

Pumpkin Ravioli [scarecrow]

Surf and Turf [two face]

Arroz con Pollo [bane]

Steak [victor zsasz]

Cucumber Sandwiches [mad hatter]

Garden Salad [poison ivy]

Gut Buster Burger [harley quinn]

Gazpacho [mr freeze]

Plain Noodles with Butter [john doe]

Gumbo [killer croc]

BBQ Platter [captain boomerang]

And what loyal side(kick)s are you having with that? (pick up to 4)

🍟 Regular Fries [waking up with them]

🧇 Waffle Fries [sex in a public place]

🍠 Sweet potato Fries [visiting them in Arkham/Blackgate]

➰ Curly Fries [only one bed]

🍁 Poutine [slow dancing]

🥔 Potato Skins [at a party]

🍕 Pizza Bites [tending to wounds]

🍗 Chicken Wings [confession/confessing feelings]

🍔 Sliders [exacting revenge]

🌭 Mini Dogs [hate/angry sex]

🍤 Popcorn Shrimp [hugs from behind]

🐔 Chicken Strips [oral sex/how they give and receive]

🍿 Cheese Popcorn [bite marks/marking kink]

🥒 Deep Fried Pickles [sloppy kisses]

🧅 Blooming Onion [being rejected]

🍘 Rice Crackers [choking]

🍞 Bread Rolls [blood play]

🧄 Garlic Bread [straddling]

🥖 Breadsticks [neck/wrist kisses]

🥪 Half Sandwich [giving/receiving praise]

🥣 Soup [argument]

🍜 Noodles [cuddles]

🍚 Steamed Rice [denial]

🦪 Oysters [rough sex]

🍣 Sushi Sampler [edging/orgasm denial]

🌽 Corn on the Cob [instructional masturbation]

🥕 Honey Glazed Carrots ["open your mouth"]

🥗 Green Salad ["do you need a hand?"]

🍅 Tomato Salad ["i have to go"]

🍏 Fruit Salad ["i shouldn't have to ask"]

🍆 Roasted Veg ["i've never done this before"]

🥦 Seared Broccoli ["i hate you"]

🧀 Cheese Platter ["it's too late"]

🍖 Meat Plate ["i've never wanted anything more"]

🍄 Sauteed Mushrooms ["do you want it rough or gentle?"]

🥑 Guacamole ["please don't leave"]

🥜 Toasted Peanuts ["i want to hear you"]

🥓 Bacon Bits ["i didn't say stop"]

💚 Specials Menu 💚

I'm Here For A Blind Date [tell me a bit about yourself and i'll do a character pairing for who you're having lunch with]

Can I Get A Seat At the Buffet? [i don't have an idea/want to ask off anon, but i want to be included in the draw - this message won't be answered]

thanks for visiting, and please feel free to tip your wait staff 💜

[yanderes-galore]

Nightmare On Elm Street Freddy Krueger romantic concept?

Sure but I'm NOT doing the remake because they made him uh... disturbing in his backstory to say the least. So this is the original series Freddy, NOT THE REMAKE. I rewatched the first movie for this. I've written for him like once so this is my first attempt at an actual concept/HCs, so I'm testing the waters still when it comes to him since he's a bit of a controversial slasher due to the remake I guess.

Yandere! Freddy Krueger Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Sadism, Murder, Blood, Manipulation, Intimacy briefly mentioned, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Isolation, Carving on skin, Torture implied.

Okay, in his original backstory Krueger is just a sadistic murderer for the most part, your typical slasher.

I want to say this man's intentions towards his darling are dubious at best.

It's a strange pantomime of romantic attraction but his actions display mostly sadism.

Krueger no doubt would take interest in you like most of his victims.

You live in the town and happen to be his new pick.

He is shown to attack adults, not just teens, so you'd be a fine pick.

Most of the obsession is stalking and toying with you.

He's a man you only see in your dreams and often torments you.

Since I feel it's hard to read Krueger, it's probably by chance that he picks you as his favorite.

Maybe you resemble someone from his past or something.

Either way I can see this "relationship" is not enjoyable on your end.

Every dream you leave with a mark, one usually bleeding in the morning due to being forced to play his games.

I feel for the most part you're like a toy to him.

Someone who has his interest and he likes ti play with each time you fall asleep.

He plays it off like it's "romantic" when it clearly is not.

He makes it seem like he'll kill you or could kill you at any time.

It keeps you on your toes.

Yet he most likely will not because you're so much more fun alive.

I can't imagine him being soft or anything like that.

He's pure sadist.

Krueger uses supposed romantic desires to torment you because he finds it enjoyable.

It's questionable if his love is genuine.

Although I do have a feeling he'd kill those around you if they were bothering you... or for just being around you period.

Friends, family... partners are certainly not safe.

If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend it sets him off.

He'll make their end brutal and probably bring it up with you multiple times.

When Krueger takes his claim on you it's nearly impossible to get rid of him.

You have to sleep at some point and will probably be put to sleep before you're out of his range.

Krueger is charismatic and manipulative.

He puts on facades and often tries to flirt with you.

He probably makes advances on you to scare you.

Krueger is already a bad man.

He was when he was alive, he still is as a dream demon.

Being subjected to sights that make you question reality is a common occurrence for you.

He often likes to mess with your head.

One of Krueger's goals is to occupy your life.

He knows you can't get rid of him no matter how much you hurt him.

He'll soon become a daily/nightly occurrence.

Whenever you fall asleep he claims he missed you despite always being around.

He does it on purpose just to irritate and frighten you.

He's a man who kills for fun, he'd kill for you just because.

Soon you'll be rather isolated.

This is because Krueger will get rid of those around you, showering himself in their blood just for the sake of making you turn to him.

If anyone new comes in your life then he'll quickly remove them too.

I imagine being around a man such as this would desensitize you to all the blood and gore.

You can try to block him from your mind but he's such an oppressive presence.

He plants the seeds in your mind that you can't get rid of him.

He claims he's your only source of love, only source of affection, all while he holds you in what is most likely mock affection.

He wants to get it your head.

He wants to stay there.

If he digs himself into your mind deep enough, he'll never be forgotten.

He'll give you attention because at this rate you allow him at more victims.

It's dubious on if he's using you for his own pleasure or if he actually cares.

Krueger claims he'd do all sorts of twisted things for you.

He makes it sound so twistedly charming you may just accept it.

He'd make it so you'd only have him, no one else.

You don't need anyone else to turn to, you're his as far as knows.

He can make you feel good, or he can make you feel bad.

He'll allow you some freedom to live your life since he won't be leaving.

You can't neglect or ignore him as he'll just greet you in your sleep again.

He's adamant on being the focus of your attention, he may even carve his name on your skin.

You won't ever get rid of him... he won't let you.

But maybe you'll grow used to him.

You kinda have to if he's now decided to be part of your life.

If you'll fall for him or not doesn't matter to him.

He'll be the man of your dreams nightmares regardless on what you think.

"You're never getting rid of me, dear...!"

[itjazzbicch]

Breaking

Pairing:  Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Quiet!Arrancar!Fem Reader 

(First time writing for Grimmjow so I hope I did well!

Summary: Easily annoyed by Grimmjow's ways, the reader who is rather quiet and antisocial, makes a remark to him, causing heat to rise between them, but not handling their issues like enemies normally would...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Swearing, foreplay, bit of blood, fingering, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex)

Word Count: 1.6k 

Quietness was all anyone would get from me. As an Arrancar, I've lived to see so many things, had madness in my head, but kept it all to myself.

Some days, that madness would get to me a little, and leaving a meeting with Grimmjow running his trap, sparked extreme annoyance.

"Grimmjow just shut the hell up."

All eyes were on me, but I didn't even bother to make eye contact, scanning the room, but not directly looking into anyone's gaze. They all didn't expect something like that to come off my lips considering I didn't talk much. Even Ulquiorra spoke more than I did.

"Oh, yeah?" Grimmjow was such a knucklehead, rotating his arm as he stood up, "Wanna come and make me?"

"Pfft," My eyes rolled, hands in my pocket, leaving for my own privacy and silence, "Like you would be a challenge."

Even though I didn't hear Grimmjow respond, I just knew that my words had him fuming. Quickly learning that as I felt a presence behind me. Not even turning my head to look, I sighed:

"Really, Grimmjow?"

"Yeah. Really." As his knuckles cracked, I only turned around, pulling at my shorts some to show the number five marked into my inner hip:

"Need I remind you?"

"Like those numbers mean shit," He always had something to say, but I had something for him this time:

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be fighting your fellow comrades given the situation we're facing right now? Or do you want to lose your arm again? Maybe a leg this time, huh?"

Staring into each other's eyes, those cat-like blue eyes nearly had flames in them, stirring some in mind, screaming temptations almost getting the best of me as I let out a small laugh, turning away and whispering as I still hadn't received a response:

"That's what I thought."

"Where do you think you're going?" Slamming the door that was now behind us, his eyes grew deeper with a sinister smirk, "I'm not finished with you."

"You're more brave than you are smart, you know that?" I was starting to shake as I felt unstable. Usually, I had good control of any temptations or dark impulses, but he was pushing those limits.

"You think that you're untouchable. I'll admit, you're a special case," Something was different, he wasn't showing any intentions of attacking me, a fist full of my shirt, "But I'm still going to teach you a lesson."

"Indulge me," I encouraged, looking at his hand before meeting his eyes again, "I'm curious."

The force of my shirt being ripped off like an old rag brought me to meet his lips, his teeth quickly trapping my lower lips, biting down and at the same time, claws shredding my shorts away, sinking into my skin, shaking at the burn of my flesh being pierced.

Why was my heart racing so fast? Why was my body warm so suddenly? I didn't even notice how hard I was gripping a part of his shirt, how I was kissing back just as animalistic.

"Hehe, what would you know?" Murmuring while pulling back on my lip some, I could taste some blood, his voice sending a shiver through me, "You like the pain."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," My words were a warning more than anything as our lips parted, eyes dilating when I found his again, "You have no idea just how crazy I really am."

"Crazy?" He kept laughing at me, hand creeping between my thighs, immediately torturing my clit, feeling how wet I was, smiling in my face, "Then that means that I don't have to hold back."

I didn't know what it was that I saw or thought while staring into his eyes, but it felt like the devil calling for me and subconsciously, I chased it.

"It's fair play," Closing my eyes to take in some of the pleasure, my hand went for him, just to be slammed down to my back, ears filled with more of his laughter:

"Fair? Oh no, this won't be fair. I'm going to break you."

One hand pinning my wrists above my head, his other was still working at my clit and my head felt as if it were going to explode from holding back moans, but my squirming legs showed that he was driving me mad.

"B-Break me?" My head hurt from fighting myself, legs wanting to spread wider to get more, but wild nerves having them close with shakes, starting to let out whimpers as I felt the stretch of my soppy hole, his fingers working inside me and showing no mercy.

"Break you like a twig," He growled at me, fingers pumping as quick and deep as he could manage, thumb still at my clit, and my hips started to jerk so much they were lifting, fingertips nudging a bump with a curve that made this hot weight press in my stomach, having me scream out during my overwhelming orgasm:

"Break me!"

I felt heavy, like a sinking anchor with each breath I took, shuddering at his two fingers stroking through my slick, coating them while leaning down to me to ask:

"What was that?"

Thinking about it, my last words were a command rather than mocking him. I didn't look nor answer, a sharp gasp jumping from my throat with his fingers at my clit again, rubbing faster than before in a circle, feeling his nose against mine:

"I asked you a damn question."

It felt like tiny needles piercing me, that's how erratic my nerves were. My hips jerked into the air and grinding against nothing, nails sinking into the hand of his that kept me pinned still, opening my eyes to repeat:

"Bre-; Break! Me!"

Staring at the ceiling, I was perplexed by how the darkness above got so bright, closing my eyes again just to see nothing but dots roaming, shaking with every breath, legs shaking like a leaf even without him touching me anymore.

"You're gonna regret that," He finally let go of my wrists, relieving some of the strain on my body, but I knew that this was nowhere near over, "Put that mouth of yours to good use."

His fingertips guided across my lip and into my mouth, sucking his fingers clean, gagging me with them. When he pulled back, I was greeted by his nude body, grabbing me by the ankle and bringing me to him.

"You looked so proud when you were talking shit to me earlier," Lining his tip with my entrance, I screamed out in both pleasure and pain, completely bottomed out with no time to adjust, "How will you feel after everyone hears you screaming my name?"

The burn felt so good, not a care in my mind and letting my body do as it pleased, from the sudden jerks to my screams while I had the chance. Especially considering his rapid-fire, jackhammer thrusts were determined to split me in two.

"You piss me off," Voice rumbling, his hand found my throat, and a sharp ache in my back as he lifted my upper body to meet his nose, head so fuzzy and warm, the tear that rolled down it felt as if it steamed off, all meanwhile I had a smirk on my face, at least I tried to manage one.

"Grim-" That's all I could get out with how hard he had me, eyes going completely white at the tight clench around his cock, barely there as another orgasm took over me.

"I won't say it again," Throwing me down, my back smacked and brought me back to reality, crying and screaming out at the bulge I felt in my stomach, his thrusts more brutal and I gave him the satisfaction of hearing me calling out:

"Grimmjow!"

With his head titled up, his smirk had never been so devilish, nails sinking into my hips and clawing my body down onto his cock even harder.

I was hysteric, continuing to scream his name, so sore from the waist down and he didn't seem to be phased at all, knowing that I was close to another orgasm yet again.

"Only if you could look at yourself," Holding me by the jaw and keeping my head still, even I couldn't deny the truth he spoke, gazing deeply at me, "Fucking you so hard that you can't even see straight. Never thought someone like you could take all of this."

For the first time in a long time, my thoughts were leading me to some light, ignoring him for the time being, latching to his arms and returning the favor on the digging nails, blurred spots across the ceiling as I tried to see, but cuming so hard that it felt like I was levitating:

"Fuck, Grimmjow!"

I was surprised to hear his groans, feeling his cock throb against my pulsating walls:

"Well, you already made a damn mess."

The heat I felt pooling inside of me added to the fire I was feeling from head to toe, just from him to pull back, pumping his cock and oozing more onto me, trembling and gasping, finally able to see straight to find that damned smirk again.

"You know," He whispered, pointing out, "I've never seen you look so alive."

"Don't think this makes us friends or something," I knew that we just shared an experience that most people use for deep connections and intimacy, but we were far from a romance.

"Friends?" He was laughing hysterically almost, shaking his head and smiling in my face, "Only makes me want to break you even more." 

[smexyanimepotatosstuff]

Vampire shenanigans

A hogwarts legacy fanfiction which contains vampires and shenanigans in at least one chapter.

This will be the intro to the fic and the MC so it's shorter than regular chapters will be. I make no promise of consistency at all, but I will pour my heart and soul in finishing the whole which will consist of at least 10 chapters. Later in the fic there will be chapters that may be unsuited for minors, and I will mark it accordingly, but this intro is perfectly fine.

I'd like to thank @sebswebs and @choccy-milky for inspiring me with their writing and amazing personalities and give them credit for at least 70% of my new found bravery to post something.

TRIGGER WARNINGS WHOLE FIC:

Female MC, blood and gore, death, eventual smut (which will not be too important to the plot and can thus be skipped), mostly made up vampire lore, toxicity, Mentions of loneliness, SHENANIGANS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS INTRO:

Female MC, tiniest bit of blood, mentioned loneliness, Anne being a sassball, mention of death, sadly no vampires yet.

By clicking 'more' I will be under the assumption that you read the warnings :)

If you were to ask anyone at Hogwarts who knew MC to describe her in one word, the answer would be, with frightening consistency, kind. A trait many students admired her for. She was a nurturing type of witch who excelled at potions and herbology as well as healing charms. The first two being given in the regular curriculum and the latter being taught to her in the medical wing where she volunteered some of her free time in exchange for knowledge and experience. Anyone in need of anything could always count on her to offer her help when she felt she could provide it, causing her to get a small reputation as the mom of their year. Whether it was a snack, a quill or discreet healing of singed eyebrows, everyone who knew her didn't doubt to ask. 

Her amicable reputation however didn't necessarily translate into social prowess.    Even though everyone liked her well enough, there weren't too many people she considered her friends, never mind the seemingly unreachable position of what she imagined having a best friend would be like. This was fine by her seeing as she much rather tended to her plants and studies than chat most days. Still, she'd have the occasional longing stare to those bands of friends who seemed joined at the hip. She could walk up to most classmates and have a lovely conversation but she could never quite reach a level of friendship beyond the 'wave and smile when I pass you in the halls' and 'small talk should we happen to be sitting next to each other' stage of getting acquainted. She blamed this to her aspirations of becoming a skilled healer and just being too infatuated with her work and studying, but deep down she still felt a pang of loneliness books just couldn't rid her of. Still, MC remained kind and studious and mostly in solitude for the first of her Hogwarts years. That was until she, quite literally, ran into a certain group of slytherins during her 4th year. 

It had happened whilst she was a bit distracted walking towards the great hall. Her tendency to finish a chapter before doing anything else had caused her to be a bit late and less careful about where she was going. She rounded a corner right as a boy dramatically extended his arms causing her to stumble and immediately after trip over the legs of someone who was sitting on the floor. She let out a surprised yelp and hit the ground with a thud and a soft 'ow..'. "Merlin Sebastian, look where you're flailing your arms! Are you okay!?" She heard a girl say right beside her. MC nodded her head and gently rubbed her arm which had taken the brunt of her fall. "Don't worry, it was just a bump." MC said sheepishly as she let the girl and the 'arm flailing' boy help her up. 

Upon closer examination she recognised them as the Sallow twins and connected the trip-inducing pair of legs to Ominis Gaunt. "Nonsense, these dimwits should stop blocking the halls and mind their bloody surroundings… and go to dinner because I'm starving." Anne said, looking at boys with visible irritation. "Hey! I was the epitome of elegance, gesturing to make my point even more clear to Ominis. There just happened to be an unfortunate collision." Sebastian quickly retorted, clearly not one to take blame. "Yeah well if you had been the epitome of eloquence you wouldn't have been gesturing in the first place because I'm blind." Ominis shot back, standing up from his seated position. "Well if you hadn't-" Sebastian had started until he heard Anne gasp. The bickering boys turned to the source and quickly shut up as Anne examined the small scrape on  MC's elbow, surrounded by a slightly bigger bruise that produced a miniscule trickle of blood. "She's BLEEDING from her WOUND and you haven't even apologized." Anna chastised whilst MC stood frozen watching the chaos unfold around her. 

That was until she couldn't take it anymore and started laughing due to their antics. The three of them immediately shut up and had to laugh for a moment as well. "Don't worry it's an easy fix." MC said after a moment of collecting herself and nonverbally cast a charm to fully heal the minimal damage on her arm. Sebastian and Anne gawked at her for a moment whilst Ominis was left in the dark, until Anne yelled out. "You just cast a nonverbal and perfectly healed your bloody arm!" She gently took hold of MC's elbow and traced the scrape-free skin with fascination. "You did? That's quite impressive" Ominis said whilst Sebastian was eerily quiet. Anne was just about to comment on MC being the cause of another miracle when Sebastian closed the distance between them and looked at her with stars in his eyes as he burst out: "teach me. Please teach me how to do that." MC was a bit startled by his sudden enthusiasm and nearly stumbled backwards again but Sebastian firmly grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly as he continued. "I've never seen anyone cast a nonverbal with such ease, let alone of our age. I have been trying to figure it out for ages an-" before he could shake her to nausea Anne smacked him up the head and pulled him off. "Back, you Neanderthal. Mind your manners you giddy geek. You haven't even asked her name and you're already harassing her with questions."

 Right as Sebastian tried to interject, Ominis added: "Worst of all, we still haven't apologized to…?" "MC" MC said with a small smile. Anne gestured to Sebastian and with the look of a guilty child he began: "I'm sorry for hitting and effectively pushing you.." " and I'm sorry for accidentally tripping you.." Ominis added "And I'm sorry for not catching you." Anne said to conclude the triple apology. MC couldn't help but feel a bit warm inside from their visibly close relationship and fun personalities. "Each of you is forgiven. How about we walk to the hall now and get Anne that dinner. I was on my way there as well. "A woman after my own heart, let's go!" Anne said, locking their arms and immediately dragging her along before the boys could react.

 MC chuckled at her spontaneity and looked at her side when she felt Sebastian who had caught up, slotting his arm with her free one as he said: "Seriously though, what you did back there was nothing short of incredible. I've heard about you helping out in the hospital wing but I didn't expect this. I'd beg on my knees for even some pointers." He said with a playful smile. A small blush creeped onto her cheeks and MC let herself be guided by the twins. "I could try to teach you. But it may not end up being a healing charm, would that still be okay? It would take some effort from both of us, but with some dedication we could pull it off." "I want to learn too! Please teach us both." Anne interjected, pulling MC a bit closer to show off her puppy eyes. Before she could answer Sebastian spoke up again: "yeah right. First making me beg for it and then reaping the rewards yourself you little sneak" Elle laughed and promised to at least try to  teach both the Twins and Ominis should he want it. (He did). Between the bickering and the hasty goodbye at the entrance of the hall MC caught herself wanting to speak to the slytherins again after today. 

If you were to ask anyone at Hogwarts who knew MC to describe her in one word, the answer would be, with frightening consistency, kind. A trait many students admired her for, but unbeknownst to anyone, would be the cause of her untimely death. 

[bonbonfairy]

call me bonbon or bee (i love pet names like babygirl, puppy & princess & little girl & kiddo)

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[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 21

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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The girl keeps making eye contact with me, teasing me every time she moves the straw near her lips with a smirk. I only grin in response, knowing perfectly fine what she's trying to do and where this could actually go. As usual, my eyes travel away from her to fix on a different point inside the pub. It's something that has always worked... There's nothing worse for someone than having the attention taken away from you for no reason. I smirk to myself when I feel a tap on my shoulder, and her friendly smile is filled with second intentions. A little bit of sweet talk later, we're both making out outside. Until we break the kiss to breathe, and the blonde I wanted to go home with is a totally different person.

And that's when I snap back to reality. Because that thought only crossed my head while I'm still sitting on the counter, and it ended up with Y/n. It always ends up with her. Trying to get her out of my head, even with the dumbest thoughts, only ends up being a big total fail from my side. And why? I don't know.

It could be regret knocking at my door. But I've regretted the way I talked to her as soon as those words slipped my lips. I was low enough to attack her with her own situation, that she only trusted me to know. And I used it to hurt her, only because I felt hurt over her opinion about the deal.

The way she said it... It made me feel useless, as if she were only around me for the sex and advice, but wasn't that what I signed for? It was obvious she'd use everything she learns sooner or later, it's literally the point of our deal. But my blood was boiling just at the thought of that dickhead touching her.

For the eightieth time, only that day, I pick up my phone and enter in our chat, just to be unable to type anything at all. What am I supposed to say now? It'd be dumb to think she isn't annoyed still, and this won't make it.

Before I save my phone in my pants again, I see a message from Leslie. She keeps insisting on seeing me again, and it's starting to piss me off. I know Mark meant well when he gave her my new phone number, but this is being a little bit too much. And the fact that I'm already pissed off in general doesn't help when I click the block button and forget about it.

Pissed off, I stand up from my place and head outside. I guess it's time to get back home.

And what's better than video games to free your mind?

I take a seat on the floor, resting my back against the couch, after I've changed my clothes to some baggy comfortable ones. I'm finally immersed in something that isn't my own thoughts, feeling able to escape from the mess I made.

—Jungkook, just stop playing if you're gonna be this bad —Tae calls me out through the earphones.

—Who will you play with, huh? —I ask, raising my eyebrow while my focus is on killing people from the other group.

—Anyone else, literally —he sighs—. If you're so distracted because of that girl, just go and talk with her.

I tried that, and I failed as well. Just a few days ago I drove to her house, and stood in front of the main door for twenty minutes until I gave up. There was no point for me to stay there. How would she even react if she had seen me there out of nowhere?

It's going to be a long night... Well, as they all have been since I fought with Y/n.

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If last night I thought there was no hope left, I receive a text from Soo. She's inviting me again to go boxing with her. I wish she'd just accept I'm fine with doing it on my own, because we aren't at the same level, and I like being a bit rough when it comes to it?

"Tam, Mel and Y/n are also here"

And that text makes me think that maybe it won't be a bad idea after all. I wanted a chance to see Y/n and that doesn't seem forced. My sister invited me and she just happens to be there, so it's not a bad idea at all.

When I get there, I suddenly want to backtrack and leave the gym. I don't know what her reaction will be when she sees me, but there are high chances that she won't like it and I'm just risking it on making things uncomfortable for everybody. But, at the same time, if I don't see her now, I'm not sure when I'll be able to gain strength to step in front of her and talk to her directly about what happened.

I step in in the gym class, seeing everybody messily working on their boxing skills on the punching bags that are hung around the room, while others just seem to be resting a bit. And that's when I see her. Cheeks slightly tinted in red, some wet locks sticking on her forehead and side of her face, while her lips are parted trying to get some air back. And I can't believe how much I missed that image.

The trainer walks to me, greeting me with a tight hug before he pats my back. I've always trained with him only, so he's surprised to see me here with so many people.

—My sister insisted —I excuse myself.

—Good —he laughs—. Pick a punching bag and make it yours.

—Umm —he looks at me interested when he's aware of my pensive expression—. How about we get in pairs and work on our abilities together? I've seen it's really helpful.

Convinced by what I've just said, he nods and turns to the whole class before he speaks:

—Guys, get in pairs.

I see Soo goes straight to Melanie as soon as those words get to their ears, while Tammy walks straight to the guy she's been trying to hook up with for months. About Y/n, I see her looking around, trying to find someone that's in the same situation as her. And she finds someone actually. The boy walks to her with confidence, just to receive a deathly look from me, while I point to somewhere else in the room so he doesn't get near her. His expression turns from a confident one to a scared one, changing the pace of his tracks to walk somewhere else in the classroom.

I walk to her, noticing her ponytail is a big mess at this point, and there's no way she'll be able to concentrate on the exercise that way. Throwing my boxing gloves on the floor, I walk to her. Her hair falls over her shoulders, before I hold it all up again and style it on a messy bun so it won't bother her later.

—What are you doing? —she turns to me, once I'm done— Your sister is there.

—They all are busy with their things.

It's not like they'll interrupt their gossip and dumb talk to pay attention to us. Yet Y/n still needs to make sure their eyes are on us. She turns to me again with her lips slightly pressed against one another.

—I'm not doing this with you —she assures me, when she's aware I'm already wearing my red boxing gloves.

—Too bad I'm the only one free.

—Then I'll change partners with someone.

She starts looking around, but everyone has their partner already, and I highly doubt anyone would want to trade at this point. I call her name, the softest way I'm able to, getting her to look back at me with acceptance. But it only seems to be about the gym class, because whenever I try to get closer to her, she steps back, until she finally decides to hide behind the punching back, holding onto it so I get ready to punch it.

—We need to talk about what happened —I throw the first punch.

Although I try to be as careful as I'm able to, I still make her whole body move with the punch I give.

—Do we? —she cuts me off— Because I don't think we have anything to talk about when you disappeared for a week.

How do I tell her that I've been trying to do exactly that for a week, and that it took my sister to invite me to her friends' hang outs to finally dare to do it? It's ridiculous and pathetic. How do I tell her that I've been thinking about her non-stop ever since I stepped out from her house later that night?

She keeps looking at me though, silence isn't enough and she wants me to fill it with an answer to her question.

—I wanted to call you —I assure her once she changes places.

She scoffs, getting ready to give the first punch to the punching back.

—What was it? You lost your phone? Broke it? —she changes her position, now kicking the boxing back to make my body move.

—I was embarrassed.

She suddenly stops. Eyebrows knitted together as she processes what I've just admitted.

—I'm sure you're used to being an asshole like that —she keeps going back to punching and kicking the punching bag, hitting it harder each time.

—Not with you though. And I didn't know how to reach out to you after I behaved like that —I sigh—. You had every right to be pissed off that night. I was a douche, that comment was...

—Disgusting? —she gasps, stopping again— It was. And don't try to say you didn't feel every single word. You said it because you were annoyed, I get it, but that doesn't change the fact that somewhere, in the back of your head, you don't think those words aren't true.

—I never said I didn't believe those weren't true —she bites her lip, and I'm seeing she's starting to position herself to hit something that isn't the punching bag anymore—. The wording was fucked up because it came up as an attack to you, but would you be really looking in my direction if you had more choices?

Wait, was that what actually hurted me that day?

I never thought about it that way, but the fact that she could have anyone she'd want to if it weren't for her being pathologically unable to keep a normal conversation with a man... Yeah, it sucks a lot. The fact that she'll be able to act the same way she does with me with anyone else makes my head hurt and my blood boil. But it's something that's likely to happen eventually, whether I like it or not. And it's not fair to try to hold her accountable for it.

—It doesn't change the fact that you were offensive for no reason —she faces me

—I didn't mean it that way. I... —I think about what I want to say exactly, but I give up when I'm unable to— I'm sorry about what I said.

My lungs and throat totally shut when she suddenly hits my stomach after some other punches directed at the punching back I'm holding. I guess I deserve that.

—This conversation isn't over —she assures me—. Don't think everything is set and done only because you apologized.

And while it might not be the reply someone would be happy with, I am indeed happy after hearing that comment and being aware that she doesn't want to end things there.

After what happened during gym class, and after taking a cold shower, I get dressed and pick my phone, finally daring to send her a text. I can't believe it's actually been a whole week since I've done this.

Me: Can I come to your place?

Y/n takes quite long to respond. I keep seeing the "Typing..." thingy under her name several times, until she finally sends in her answer. My stomach turns in its place when she first sends a dry "No", just to send in later how she wants us to meet in my place instead.

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I've been walking in circles on the exact same spot for way too many times, I'm afraid I might end up digging a hole at this point. And it only gets worse when she finally rings the bell, making my heart jump out of my chest. She looks serious, but slightly nervous, when I open the door for her.

It's kind of uncomfortable at first. As if we hadn't done this a million times already.

—Do you want something to drink? —I ask, pointing towards the kitchen.

Her hair swings in sync with her head when she shakes her head. So straight to the serious talk, I guess.

I walk over my couch, thinking it'd be better to discuss this while we're both sitting than standing in the middle of my house. Although she stays up, until I pat on the free seat next to me on the couch. Now she is indeed nervous, moving her fingers on her lap, lost in her own head.

I think it might be easier if I were the one who started speaking.

—I crossed the line the other day —she nods, still not looking at me—. And hiding for a week didn't make it any better.

—No. Because it seemed like you didn't care —although she raises her head to look at me, she avoids looking into my eyes—. It felt like I was the one who had to go after you to make things up.

—I didn't know how to do it —I scratch the back of my head—. I didn't know how to properly reach out to you after that night. I wasn't sure if texting you out of nowhere or going to your place would be invasive.

—But coming to the training wasn't? —she asks that question with an accusing tone, while she raises one of her eyebrows.

—Was it that obvious I went because of you?

Her lips pressed tight against one another, as she slightly nods her head.

—I rather train by myself —I sigh—. But Soo told me you were going, too. I saw the chance, and I took it.

—So your plan was to come to the training, and?

—Apologize —I finish

—Right —her gaze drops back to her thighs—. You know, I wasn't annoyed because of the jealous act. That pissed me off, but not because you were jealous, but because you feel like you're free to meet up with someone, yet that same rule doesn't apply to me. I don't like the double standards. And then you said that crap, acting like I'm only doing this because you're the only one I can do it with...

From my point of view, I wasn't meeting with Leslie to get in her pants. That was never the main point of it, and it'd never be. But of course she can't know that, especially when I didn't even tell her what was going on.

—How did you feel when I said that?

She seems surprised by my question, as if it were an unexpected bomb that she didn't know how to defend herself against. And that makes me wonder how many times she's felt forced to hide her real feelings, or eat up her own thoughts so she wouldn't hurt others.

—Pathetic —she sighs heavy—. I felt pathetic. It made me feel like you were doing me a favor and just saw me as that.

Clearly, whatever happened in her past has made her as insecure and defensive as she is. But the fact that I dropped those words, and that I used a wording that made her feel that way, only makes me want to bang my head against a wall.

—I promise I didn't mean it that way —I assure her—. It pissed me off how you said you regretted the deal. I said the first thing that crossed my mind. How you talked about it... it made me feel like you're only talking to me because of that. Like all of these moments are only because you need my help —I want to touch her, I crave the feeling of her skin, but my hand drops on my lap before I'm able to reach hers—. You're not pathetic. I'm an asshole for making you think that way.

Her eyes widen slightly as she hears my apology and my thoughts about this whole issue. I wonder what's genuinely going through her head right now.

—You're an asshole —she seconds what I say, just to say something unexpected shortly after—. But get pizza for dinner and I'll consider forgiving you.

She's slick and fast, giving me a tiny smile while she looks at me after dropping the best make-up phrase I've heard. I pat her head, feeling her hair soft under my palm, before I lean over the table to reach my phone.

—Ham and cheese?

We've eaten pizza way too many times not to know she hates rough flavors. I remember the face she made when she first got one slice of my Pepperoni pizza after I dared her to try it.

Forty minutes later, we're both lying on my couch, eating the pizza I've ordered while watching the most gore film that's ever been made. At some point, when the killer tears one of his victim's body apart with a chainsaw, I ask:

—Does this make us psychopaths?

The fact that neither of us are even flinching would be concerning.

—Maybe —she nods, while chewing on her food.

It's all good and nice, until we both realize there's only one slice left inside the box. It's a matter of time before we both start arguing for it.

—You had the last one the last time —she whines

—And you had the last one the last last time —I emphasize my words pointing at the back with my thumb.

Does it make sense? No. But I enjoy bickering with her for no reason, and I've been missing all of this a little bit too much.

We both play rock-paper-scissors to make up who will get the last slice. The first few times we both use the same things, until I change mine to scissors and she chooses paper. Her hand is lifted in the air, while I jump on my seat and celebrate my victory just to piss her off. Clearly, it doesn't last long, because I divide that same slice in two just so she can get a bit more.

—Here —I hand it to her.

—Thank you —she smiles shyly, holding the slice with one of her hands.

When we both start picking all the things up, I see her attempt to leave my house, walking nervously to the door while she looks for her things around the place. Can I seriously let her go after a week without her? Answer is quite predictable.

I make her turn on her feet, pulling her body as close to mine as I'm able to, before I lay my lips on her, covering them softly with a delicate kiss. She's the first one moving her lips on mine, wrapping her arms around my neck as she tries to pull me closer to her body.

I break the kiss first, basically because the need of asking her to stay the night is bigger than the need I have of kissing her right now.

—Stay the night —I whisper—. Nothing has to happen. Just stay.

Actually, I don't want anything to happen. I just want to be with her, feel the warmth of her body next to mine as we try to get some sleep. That's all I need.

Y/n changes to one of my oversized t-shirts before she joins me in my bed, under the sheets. And although everything seems to be fine, I can tell there's something going on through her head by the way her eyebrows keep twitching and frowning momentarily.

—Let it out.

—What? —she looks at me confused.

—Whatever is running up here —I caress her temple—, let it out.

—Do you think Soo knows?

—Doubt it. Why?

—You said she told you I was there today.

The fact that that question was the only thing keeping her from relaxing next to me makes me cackle.

—All night you've been thinking about that? —I lift my eyebrows surprised— She said Tam, Mel and you were there. She didn't single you out. It was a general statement to encourage me to join her. She knows I've had a hard time socializing with people.

—So she invites you to places to get you to open up? —I nod— That's sweet.

Actually, it's been like that ever since I moved here. Because, according to her, I needed to make more friends apart from Taehyung, and how neither of us could leave in our bubble for too long. Only for Jimin to be added to the group, shortly after I met him as my therapist.

—Fake it 'till you make it —I sigh.

That's been my motto all my life.

—I have a hard time believing you struggle with that.

—I find it easy to meet people on a superficial level. I struggle when I have to open up and actually build friendships.

It was tough after what happened in Seoul, but it got slightly worse when Leslie cheated on me and disappeared shortly after.

We're back to being in silence, but I can sense there's something still bothering her.

—Let it out —he insists again.

—Why did you meet up with Leslie?

This time she doesn't play around, she directly asks the question while she waits for me to give her an answer.

—I shouldn't have —I look away as soon as her eyes fall on me again—. She showed up, and wanted to apologize properly for what happened between us. We had dated for too long, and I didn't want to hold the negativity any longer. You know, be cordial with her, move on from all that.

If only I had known she'd pull the bullshit she did, I wouldn't have given her a second.

I know Y/n asked why I met up with her, but I know she's waiting for a longer answer, that also includes an explanation as to why I didn't tell her I was meeting up with her when I canceled our plans.

—I didn't tell you through text because I didn't think I had to —I shrug—. But I was going to tell you when I drove to the bar. You don't have to worry about her —my hand reaches her under the covers, as if I needed her to understand I'm serious—, seriously.

I genuinely don't care about anything else, but the fact that I'm with her right now. It might seem dumb and stupid, but that tiny smile of her -that she keeps trying to hide- is the only thing that assures me everything will be alright. 

[woniverse-writes]

Wrosie Writes ENHYPEN/ENHA WiPs/Planned Works List

started: 5/4/2024

last updated: 6/7/2024

title: "You and I"

pairing: OT7 Enhypen x Idol!Reader

summary: everybody knows how hard it is to be in a relationship in the music industry, especially as an idol. the fear of disappointing fans, having the public be even more in your business than usual, it's hard... but it's also not stopping anyone,

tags: fem!reader, slight angst, jealousy, secret relationships, reader is a singer/idol, hinted that reader is a foreigner but like- just ignore that if it doesn't apply lol

status: not started

title: "Private, Not Secret"

pairing: OT7 Enhypen x Idol!Reader

summary: after your relationship finally goes public it makes things a little easier, and life gets a little sweeter

tags: fem!reader, slight smau, reader is a singer/idol

status: not started

title: "In the Stars"

pairing: Jungwon x Reader

summary: in a world where everyone has some sort of bonding mark tying them to their soulmate, y/n is left heartbroken on her tenth birthday when she receives no sign of any attachment to her other half. Even though everyone else felt the tug of their red ribbon or saw the appearance of their matching birthmark, y/n is still just as hopelessly romantic without a soulmate at the age of 18 as she was at the age of 9. However, everything seems to shift when a charming boy transfers to her school senior year.

tags: fem!reader, soulmate au, angst, fluff, high school au

status: started drafting 6/6/24

title: "Bittersweet Tragedy"

pairing: Vampire!Jungwon x Reader

summary: You and jungwon were best friends practically your whole childhood and into the beginning of high school. Halfway through your second year, something happened and your best friend was suddenly completely different. He wouldn't share anything about what was bothering him and eventually blew up on you, causing the friendship to end as Jungwon continued to block you out and your attempts to make things better. after two years you're still trying to figure out what went wrong

tags: fem!reader, vampire!jungwon friends to enemies to lovers, angst

status: not started

title: "Dead to Me"

pairing: Vampire!Jungwon x Reader

summary: Yang Jungwon was extremely popular among the students of Decelis Academy, it had been that way since he began attending school there and being taken in by his current friend group. They were known for being undeniably charming and alluring, attracting anyone and everyone to them- which is why y/n never understood how they were never questioned about all the girls that have gone missing in the last few years

tags: fem!reader, vampire au, angst, horror au , there is no happiness here

status: started drafting 6/2/24

title: "Kind of an Ego Thing"

pairing: Ni-Ki x Reader

summary: Y/n moved to Korea at a young age to study both acting and dancing and was eventually scouted by a company to begin training as an idol with them! Her sweet smile and charming personality had everyone immediately drawn to her. She was funny and intelligent, and extremely emotionally mature for her age, never so much as batting an eye when someone had something bitter to say about her. Yet, her patience crumbled so easily when she entered high school and had to deal with the biggest pest known to man: Nishimura Riki

tags: fem!reader, performing arts high school au, trainee!Ni-Ki, trainee!reader, enemies to lovers

status: not started

title: "All American"

pairing: Ni-Ki x Reader

summary: Engenes have this running joke that Ni-ki loves America, which isn’t exactly false! He really does love when they’re promoting in the States, but what people don’t realize is it’s because of his lovely girlfriend, who’s just as creative and talented as he is.

tags: fem!reader, singer/dancer/performer/artist!reader, idol!Ni-Ki, fluff

status: not started

title: "School Nights"

pairing: Jake x Reader

summary: Sim Jaeyun grew up well- some might say too well, but he of course had his ups and downs of adolescence, just like everyone else did. Like that time him and his friend got in trouble for graffitiing the back of the school building , or when his mother chewed him out for coming home an hour after his curfew, or when he had a slight glow-up the summer before junior year and deci

tags: high school/college au, childhood friends to lovers, suggestive, angst, jake is an idiot (for the most part)

status: started drafting 6/5/24

[bitchy-peachy]

I've been anxious to see your reply to my ask-message, but when you did answer, I was hesitant to read it as I suspected what I might find there, and I wasn't far off the mark, unfortunately. *sigh*

Initially, in my greedy neediness and impatience I wanted to ask how the story progresses and ends, maybe somewhat in hope that it would indeed bring me some closure. But having taken a moment to step back and breathe, I've realised that it's not really that that I wanted - it was probably to quench the thirst that reading your story left me with. I know that settling for a few big gulps would leave me satiated only for a moment.

So, getting up my hopes again like a masochistic lunatic since I know that chances are extremely slim, I thought that maybe, just maybe, you'd consider continuing to write it? I know how crazy that sounds - a random guy popping out of nowhere asking you to continue a story from over a decade ago (that's what you get when you have readers who tend to be overly invested in characters and stories). Nevertheless, hear me out, please.

I'm not sure how I should read your remark on the story being too advanced to move - unless I'm unaware of something here (probability is high), copying and pasting shouldn't pose a problem (even if you don't have a local copy saved somewhere, it's still on AFF and maybe somewhere else if you've posted it anywhere else).

As for someone accusing you of "stealing" your own work - so what? The fact that starting from your AFF profile, it took me just a couple of moments to find your account here - and I'm not the brightest cookie - means that it is you (yes, I cannot be certain that it's really you, but doubting it makes no sense whatsoever since chances for that would be extremely low). I'm also not sure why would anyone try to steal an older story - the only reason I can think of is wanting to get praise, but I assume that the only type of person who would do that is someone who cannot write themselves; otherwise, they would be writing something of their own. And if someone did try to steal your story, it would work only if no new chapters had not been written as one would notice if the style was vastly different - unless your style did change dramatically over the years or unless the impostor was really good at writing (imitating someone's style isn't that easy, I think?), and that would make no sense as per my previous sentence. Yes, I am aware that if someone actually read the story, then they would not make such accusations and so the ones doing it would be those who didn't, but why would you listen to them in the first place? I know, receiving unnecessary drama is not something you need, as per one of your recent posts, but as you've written yourself, you can utilise the block functionality. And there will always be naysayers, no matter what you do - the trick is to ignore them.

As mentioned at the beginning of my message, getting a summary of the rest of the story is not something I'd like to settle with if there's a better alternative - it would be a poor ersatz to getting to know how the story unfolds exactly, their reactions to events happening to and around them, what is being said, word for word... There is no equivalent replacement for reading the real thing.

I have no idea where you're at in your life, how you are both physically and mentally, and whether you have the time and willingness to continue the stories you've started (well, I'm interested in that particular one since I'm pretty picky when it comes to pairings), so I probably have no right saying this, but my greed had the upper hand, so here goes: would you at least consider continuing it? You don't me or any other reader anything (though I'm positive that completing the story would make a number of people happy), I know, but I like to think that (I hope it doesn't come out the wrong way) that you owe it to the story itself. All stories deserve to be finished, but stories that good even more so, especially considering the time that has passed which means that your writing most probably got even better. I don't mind waiting. :)

The below postscriptums are a result of my hesitating to send this message since I know how it'll probably make me feel (hey, if you're reading this, it's done anyway).

PS If I could help in any way (except for financially since I'm kinda poor, especially now), let me know!

PS 2 Looking back at it now, when I first read your fic, I haven't fully appreciated it, I think. Now, having had more life experience, I can relate to some parts of your story - the self-loathing and some self-destructive tendencies, yes (reading about both Ichigo's and Tatsuki's pain did hurt, not gonna lie), but more importantly the early stages of Ichigo and Tatsuki's budding relationship. The circumatances in which we got together were different, but reading the fic reminder me of how the beginning of our relationship looked and, more importantly, felt like (in that vein, the lemon parts seem even more arousing when they were back then). Thank you for that.

PS 3 Out of curiosity, have there been any other lunatics like me who searched you out to write about your older fics? Also, where can I find stuff you wrote post-AFF (if it's still somewhere in the net, that is)?

PS 4 This message turned out to be way longer than I originally intended.

I'm sorry but I won't pursue any of my AFF stories. That's something that was decided once AFF locked me outta my account. Not only are the stories past a decade old in lock down, AFF can see it my pursuit as a plagiarism attempt and can risk my other stories in other sites (I saw it happen to other writers before)

Not to be rude, but this is going into an overstep.

I can tell you the story end and thats it. But I won't pursue it to finish it and although it might sound rude I haven't been into Bleach as I used to either although I do keep casual track out of nostalgia.

I can't force myself to even be unto it at the last minute. If a writer doesn't feel it, the words won't flow properly and it'll look stifled, slow and headache enducing.

One thing is fo request closure but it's entirely another thing to ask to take on a project that can take me years to finish for a site that literally locked my old stories in.

I'm declining finishing that story, but not declining telling its drafted outcome since it did have that like all stories I have. Since drafts literally composed start, body, end etc.

I can't even take on medium projects for now since I'm I'm chemo treatment and while my body is getting accustomed to it... Well we'll see if I have my old energy levels back to take on even small projects like drabbles, oneshots etc

I'll try to answer some questions while I'm kinda alert real quick though.

When I was writing Ichigo I was writing him with using hypersexuality as a coping mechanism (and thats a form of self harm and very few readers, to my frustration, saw it that way. Ichigo was indeed self-harming with this). It's actually not that uncommon but we've got different and toxic ways of coping with our inner demons. A lot are harmful to us and he was aware that something was wrong with him yet he won't reach out.

Tatsuki is very special to him obviously. He knows it, he feels if. He hates himself for it but still wants her. I like that fact that you understood beyond the surface that Ichigo is genuinely suffering and coping in a drug-like harmful way. I was trying to be both subtle yet out there with his issue.

Tatsuki is a very smart observant girl with a new developing power. She knows what's really happening with Ichigo. She can feel him in her soul which explains why I called their story Salvation while the Hichime prequel was Reflection. They're both linked psychologically to each other.

Both couples are linked in each other's uplifting and downfall due to both psychological and spiritual connections to each other.

Sounds complicated hahaha. But I tried to make it kinda obvious when pushing their interactions and thoughts.

I had a war planned on Salvation to really show their collected psyche and how powerful they all can be once they see their own true reflected selves and can ultimately save others and themselves with such tremendous power of understanding.

Ooof I went wordy.

I hope I answered some questions (also request in the future... your asks are very long. You can ask away but they're so long I can't cut for answering on this little app and my few followers are probably getting annoyed with long scrolling down to see other posts)

[jplupine]

⛓Feral Possession: Chapter 24⛓

Assessment

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~5.4k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Biting/Marking, Brat!Wynter, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Cock Warming, Vaginal Sex, Dom!Switch!Grimmjow Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this fic.

Summary: An exorcist shows up for an assessment since Ichigo is being removed from his overseer position, and a new overseer must be selected.

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 24:

  There was a knock at the front door, and both Grimmjow and I glanced at each other since we hadn't been expecting anyone to come by. Sighing, I stood up.

  "The neighbors better not be suing me 'cause of yo-" I said before Grimmjow jumped over the back of the couch to get to the door first. "Grimmjow, sit!" He tripped and fell from the compulsion, and I walked right over him as he was growling. Opening the door, I saw a tall man in a black coat and sunglasses.

  I could see tattoos on his neck while his dark red hair was half up and half down. He reached up to take the sunglasses off and revealed sharp eyes set in a glare.

  "Wynter Hughes?" He questioned with a low-toned voice.

  "Sorry, not interested in anything you're selling." I went to shut the door quickly, but his next words made me stop.

  "I'm from the Soul Society." I paused and looked him over again. "I've been called in to do an assessment."

  "An assessment?" My brows furrowed.

  "Due to the recent incident you had with Ichigo Kurosaki, he is being replaced on this case. I'm here to assess the validity of his prior reports as well as determine the situation between you and Pantera. A new overseer will be assigned after my assessment."

  "....I see."

  "May I come in?" He asked, and I opened the door more to let him inside. I shut the door behind him as he took his coat off. Getting that familiar feeling of high spiritual energy when he passed me confirmed he was indeed an exorcist.

  "So, what do I call you? Mr. Exorcist?"

  "Renji." He stood still while staring at Grimmjow as the demon now sat on the island counter. "What are Pantera's limitations?"

  "He can't leave the property unless I do, and when off the property, he has to be near me."

  "And the property line is fenced?"

  "Everywhere except the front. Why?"

  "So I know how far he can go." Renji replied while glancing at me from over his shoulder. "What else?"

  "He can't have any part in my death, so he also can't kill me."

  "But he can still hurt you?"

  "Until I compel him to stop. I did think about adding a 'no hurting' clause, but then he wouldn't be able to train me. You can have a seat here." I offered while waving my hand toward the couch. Renji nodded and went to sit down. He pulled something from inside of his coat, and I saw it was a notepad and pen.

  "What about other people?"

  "I've only run into problems with Ichigo and one friend of mine."

  "What happened with your friend?" Renji questioned while scribbling something down. I sat down on the other end of the couch, and Grimmjow kept his eyes on us the entire time.

  "Nothing serious. Pantera has mostly just verbally insulted him."

  "Mostly?"

  "Well, uh...." I waved my hand while averting my gaze. "Pantera once....peed on my friend while he was asleep." Renji's writing stopped, and he slowly looked at me.

  "Pantera peed on your friend?" His brows were furrowed.

  "Yeah, I did." Pantera spoke up while hopping down from the island. He came closer and jumped over the back of the couch to land on the cushion between Renji and I. "Got a problem with it?" He asked with his arms crossed and legs spread to be somewhat in Renji's space.

  The redhead looked at the demon for a second before turning back to the notepad in his hands.

  "Anything else?"

  "No, that's it."

  "Has anyone other than an exorcist seen Pantera in demon form?"

  "Not that I know of." I answered.

  "And the wounds from Lagarto....how have they been healed?"

  "Lagarto?"

  "The Arrancar in Ichigo."

  "Oh. Pantera healed them."

  "He's ingested your blood?"

  "Yes."

  "Has he before?"

  "Yes."

  "Did that have any effect on his behavior?"

  "Not by much." Renji flipped to the next page in the notepad. "Some of this should be included in the research I sent back with Ichigo."

  "It is. Now, you still have guests come over?"

  "I do." I nodded.

  "How does Pantera interact with them?"

  "Taunting, teasing, indifferent, awkward- It varies."

  "And your dog?"

  "I'd say Pantera actually likes Dagur. Right?" I glanced at Grimmjow, and he shrugged.

  "'S a dog. I can tell him to do something, and he does it."

  "So there have been no serious incidents with Pantera?" Renji asked while looking at me.

  "Not since everything was established."

  "Did Jordan ever talk to you about exorcism and demons? Magick? The Soul Society?" Renji shot Grimmjow a look when the demon hit his knee with his own while stretching out in a casual-but-not-really way.

  "No. I didn't know about any of it until I moved into this house."

  "Including when you were attacked as a child?" He pointed at his own mouth to indicate he was talking about my scar.

  "I thought it was a big dog before learning about this shit, to be honest."

  "Mm." He wrote something else down before twirling the pen between his fingers. "So you want us to believe an untrained, uneducated civilian managed to not only survive but also contain an Espada-level Arrancar?"

  "So you agree? I shouldn't be stuck here?" Grimmjow leaned forward while looking at Renji. "Tell this little fucker to let me out."

  "Are you insecure?" Renji asked as he maintained eye contact with Grimmjow. My eyes widened at him asking such a question while Grimmjow's ears were perked to attention.

  "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

  "You've physically put yourself between Wynter and I and have continuously been trying to intimidate me in rather passive-aggressive ways." Renji replied, and I saw the muscles in Grimmjow's back twitch.

  I managed to grab him by the horns just as he pounced with bared fangs, and I yanked his head back before he could get the exorcist. Renji barely leaned back to avoid Grimmjow's claws, then wrote something down as I held the demon's horns. Grimmjow was nearly vibrating from the low growl in his chest as his tail thrashed in agitation.

  "I'm sorry, he's just territorial and hates exorcists." I pulled Grimmjow back again when he tried to lunge forward.

  "If that were all it was, you would've had more instances of violence between Pantera and other people. You have no binding limitations on him to keep him from attacking others. He's stopping himself- Haven't you wondered why?"

  "I figured to avoid exposure."

  "Ichigo made several visits here and was able to return unharmed. And as for me, there was no indication of an attack until just now. Ichigo has stated you've been able to stop previous attempts, but given he still doesn't know Pantera's real name means you didn't compel him to stop." Renji looked at me, glanced at Grimmjow, then looked at me again. "We both know you're not strong enough to hold him back. Not truly. Not without magick. So what is it? Do you have an agreement you're not mentioning?"

  "I know his name. He knows the possible consequences." I stated, and Renji seemed to observe me for a second.

  "And why is it you keep his name a secret?"

  "I don't trust you lot."

  "Why not?"

  "I barely know a damn thing about the Soul Society, and what I do know has not left a good impression."

  "You've had issues with other exorcists?"

  "More like being reduced to 'Pantera's Keeper'. And the fact that I've been lied to multiple times."

  "I see." Renji twirled the pen again. "Is it true Pantera refers to you as 'Little Rabbit'?"

  "He does."

  "Why?"

  "He says my heart races like a rabbit, and I'm short." I half-shrugged.

  "Does he call you anything else?"

  "Oh, only the sweetest of things. Like shithead, little fucker, brat, bitch, bastard, and others along those lines." I could only assume Renji was writing down my response as he looked at the notepad.

  "Do you mind if I take a look around your home?"

  "Why?"

  "As part of the assessment, I need to see the state of the house."

  "....All right." Standing up, I still held on to one of Grimmjow's horns to drag him along with me. Renji got up to follow us, and I pointed at the kitchen. "There's the kitchen." I then entered the hallway and pointed at the first door. "Basement."

  "I'll need to see down there."

  "It's a mess."

  "That's fine." Renji said, and I opened the basement door. Cautiously, I let go of Grimmjow's horn, and when he didn't try to attack the redhead, I led the way downs the stairs. When we reached the bottom, the demon snapped his fingers, lighting the candles around the room.

  Renji seemed to pause as he looked around.

  "What happened to the wall?"

  "That's where Pantera's body was sealed."

  "And the demonic energy that's not his?"

  "Books Uncle Jordan sealed demon powers in." I pointed at the box in the far corner.

  "You can turn those in to the Soul Society."

  "Cool. You can take them with you when you leave." I went to grab the box before going back upstairs. "Down this way is the office."

  "And this door?"

  "A closet. You can check if you want." Renji did just that by opening the door. He glanced inside to confirm, then shut the door back. Resting the box of books on my hip, I then opened the door to the office.

  "What happened to the chair?"

  "Same thing as the back of the couch." I pointed at Grimmjow, and the demon was glaring at Renji still. The redhead then walked around the office while looking over the books and portraits before getting back to the door.

  He moved the door to look at the back of it and saw the wide-spaced claw marks present there.

  "Let me guess- Same thing as the chair and couch?"

  "Yup." I said while popping the 'p'. "Then upstairs are the bedrooms and bathrooms." The two followed me to the first extra room, and Renji went to take a look in the same way he did in the office. With there being no signs of Grimmjow activity, we moved on to the next room. "This is my room." My voice caused Dagur's head to perk up as he was laying on the bed.

  "Does he bite?"

  "No, you're fine." Renji nodded and entered the room. Dagur got up to sniff at the stranger with his tail wagging. When the redhead opened up the closet, I couldn't help but remember the first time Grimmjow had kissed me. There weren't any signs of when the demon had me up against the wall in there, so I wasn't sure why that even came to mind.

  The closet was closed, and he moved on to the bathroom. Dagur followed Renji with his nose shoved against the man's feet while sounding like he just might inhale Renji's shoes.

  After showing the other rooms, Renji looked down at me.

  "What does Pantera do while you sleep?"

  "Usually he sleeps, too."

  "Where? The guest bed looks untouched." Oh, he was certainly observant.

  "....My bed." I muttered, and one of Renji's eyebrows twitched up. "I get one side, he gets the other. Don't ask me why, he just started doing it one night." His eyes drifted to Grimmjow.

  "I can sleep wherever the fuck I want to." The demon growled, and Renji wrote something down before turning to the next page in the notepad.

  "And training takes place in the backyard?"

  "Yes."

  "Is there any risk of exposure?"

  "No, there's a privacy fence. At most, the neighbors might hear him yelling at me from time to time or the clanging of swords. Although, the swords could be passed off as a hammer." I explained, and Renji went to the nearest window to look outside.

  "How are the demons taken care of?" He asked, and I hesitated to answer.

  "I kill them." Grimmjow crossed his arms as his tail swayed. "Sometimes I hold on to them for training purposes, then kill them."

  "How frequently do they show up?" Renji looked at us, and Grimmjow and I exchanged glances. We made faces at each other to silently ask, then both shrugged.

  "Maybe a few times a month. Sometimes I can go weeks without one showing up."

  "How often do you use your spiritual energy for anything?"

  "Just when practicing spells, so not a lot."

  "Ichigo said you hardly know any magick."

  "I can make exorcism circles. That's, uh, pretty much it."

  "But you don't know how to exorcise?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, if you already have the foundations for it, it'll be easier to learn. And your weapon- It's taken the shape of a black katana with a white bell?"

  "Yes."

  "Mm. I guess I can see that." Renji turned to walk back toward the living room.

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "The shape of the weapon is based on the wielder."

  "So?"

  "So, from what I know, my first guess would've been a hammer or ax for you. Though, I do see qualities befitting of a katana."

  "....What does yours look like?"

  "A segmented sword with spikes."

  "Oh. Now that's out there."

  "The weapons can get rather unique, yes. Now, when you used the Machnamh Anam, what did you see?"

  "Other than a demon trying to rip me apart? Some kind of beast." I shrugged, and Renji took notes. "It was like a chimera with different animal parts."

  "Would you say it was demonic in nature?"

  "No. Why?"

  "When the Machnamh Anam shows unique creatures, it's just normal process to check for corruption. Though, you show no signs of being infected by demonic energy. Have you been checked for Infection status?"

  "You mean like- What was his name- Chad?"

  "Yes."

  "Ichigo said I wasn't. I think Pantera would mention it if I were, too. Right?" I looked at Grimmjow, and his ear twitched.

  "You're 100% annoying human."

  "There. Does that count as being checked?"

  "....I'll put in a request for testing."

  "Oh, come on."

  "It's non-invasive. Someone else will visit- Someone like Chad- and check you. Pantera isn't exactly a reliable source."

  "And Ichigo isn't either?"

  "No. With Lagarto being reactive to you, his judgment about you is questionable at best. Hence why I'm here."

  "Do you think he lied on his reports?" I questioned while having a firm expression.

  "I've seen you drag Pantera by the horns. Apparently, anything is possible in this house." Renji chuckled while smiling for the first time since he arrived. "Now, for Pantera.... Have you had contact with any other Arrancar besides Lagarto since being here?"

  "No."

  "Have you consumed any demons while here?"

  "Duh." Grimmjow looked at Renji like he was idiot.

  "Are you using Wynter as a lure for food?"

  "No. I mostly eat Wynter's food." Grimmjow waved his hand in my direction. Renji glanced at me, and I nodded.

  "He seems to like human food."

  "I see. So you've essentially turned this property into your territory?"

  "Not 'essentially'. It is my territory. I own it." Grimmjow placed his hands on his hips while getting closer to Renji as his tail swayed.

  "Right, because you have claim to Wynter's soul."

  "And then some."

  "Is it true you like to be pet?" Renji asked, and Grimmjow's ears turned back as he growled. His tail flicked, and the redhead wrote something down.

  "What are you writing?"

  "Notes."

  "About?"

  "You. Have you experimented with catni-" Renji couldn't even get the word out fully before Grimmjow smacked the notepad out of his hands. The redhead's eyebrows rose as he looked at his notepad on the floor, then at Grimmjow. The demon had his fangs bared, and Renji's gaze turned to me. "You actually fucking did that?!" His serious and professional tone was gone, and I scoffed.

  "Yes. And he's clearly touchy about it." I grabbed Grimmjow's arm to pull him out of Renji's space. The exorcist then bent down to pick up his notepad.

  "The head of our research department is going to be thrilled to know your research, and Ichigo's reports, are real." He muttered. "Well, I think that's all I need for now. If you need anything, you can give me a call." Renji wrote his number down before tearing out the paper to hand to me.

  "Cool. Gonna have my own book of exorcist phone numbers." I popped off as Renji pulled his coat on. I handed him the box of books after he tucked his notepad into one of his pockets.

  "Someone should be coming by within the next month for that test. In the meantime, the Soul Society will be determining your new overseer. I'll give you a call if there's any updates." Renji nodded to me before leaving.

  The door shut, and Grimmjow still looked agitated with his flicking tail and sour expression. He grumpily locked the door, and I looked at the phone number in my hand.

  So Ichigo had gotten in trouble with the Soul Society over what happened. With him getting replaced, there was no telling what the new person was going to be like.

  "I fuckin' hate exorcists." Grimmjow growled.

  "I dunno. He seemed rather pleasant. Hot, too." I said, and the demon shot me a dirty look. "Come on, you know my type."

  "No fucking the exorcists." He snarled and snatched the piece of paper from me. Looking into his eyes, I quirked up a brow.

  "Renji really got under your skin, huh?"

  "I don't like being tested."

  "You picked that up, too?"

  "He gave his name knowing I could hear it. Of course I picked that up."

  "So....why didn't you do anything?"

  "You would've compelled me to stop, and then he'd have my name." Grimmjow dropped the paper on the floor. "And now that that fucker's gone...." He grabbed the back of my neck to pull me forward before kissing me.

  It was quickly hot and heavy as his other hand grabbed my ass to pick me up. His growls turned into purrs as his tongue slid into my mouth. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I draped my arms over his shoulders.

  He walked away from the door and toward the hallway while carrying me. I pulled away from his lips when he started to climb the stairs.

  "What's with the mood change?"

  "I need to blow off steam." He replied before dropping his face to the side of my neck. His lips left a trail of kisses down my throat, and I leaned my head back to give him easier access. Grimmjow licked up the side of my neck and nipped my earlobe.

  I only noticed we made it to my room when the demon kicked the door shut. He kneeled on the edge of the bed and ground his hips against me, making me feel his erection through our clothes. My breath faltered, and Grimmjow nipped the corner of my jaw while purring.

  He pushed me down on the bed before throwing his shirt off. Without a warning, Grimmjow then grabbed the front of my shirt and tore it open.

  "Hey! What did I say about ripping my clothes?!"

  "Not to." Grimmjow grinned while running his hands down my torso as his claws scraped against my skin.

  "I do like my clothes, you know?" I grumbled while grabbing the torn sides of my shirt to look at them. There was no way I could save it- Grimmjow's claws were ruthless.

  "Too bad." He said before reaching my shorts.

  "No, don't you-" I was cut off by the loud sound of Grimmjow ripping through my shorts and underwear at the same time. "Damn you!" The demon was chuckling while looking utterly amused. I kicked his chest, sending him falling off of the bed.

  Sitting up, I looked down at the demon. His eyes were on me, and he clicked his tongue. Even though Grimmjow was irritated, he was still sexy while half-naked on the floor and his pants straining from his erection.

  I suddenly found myself on my back again with Grimmjow pushing my knees toward my chest. The demon damn near had me folded in half when he harshly licked over my pussy and added pressure when his tongue went over my clit. I took in a sharp breath while grabbing the blanket beneath me in tight fists.

  Grimmjow was grinning as he looked down at me. He licked again before his long tongue slid inside. He maintained eye contact the entire time, and I felt how hot my cheeks were getting.

  When his tongue came back out, he was licking my clit again as one of his hands moved away from my knee. His palm traveled up my thigh while two of his claws began to recede. Grimmjow took his mouth off of me to push the clawless fingers inside of my pussy.

  Moaning, I felt his fingers curl, and my thighs twitched. His breath was hot against my skin while his fingers were pumping and going deeper. Grimmjow licked around his fingers before dragging his tongue over my clit.

  "Fuck~!" I hissed under my breath, and he was now sucking on my clit. I moaned and bucked into his mouth as he purred while watching me through half-hooded eyes. He thrust his fingers and gave a slow, tantalizing lick.

  "What's the matter, Little Rabbit? Not angry anymore?" Grimmjow asked with a smirk.

  "Fuck you." I panted, and his tongue ran over his top lip hungrily.

  "I can arrange that." He let go of my knee to grab my hips and pulled me on top of him as he laid down. Grimmjow let me go as I was straddling his hips to shift around and shove his pants down. I felt his legs kick before I heard the garment hit the floor.

  Grimmjow pat my thigh, and I raised up to let him line up his cock. His free hand grabbed my hip to guide me down until his other hand was placed on my other hip. I felt so full while sitting on his hard dick, and Grimmjow looked rather pleased as his eyes wandered.

  "You thought about it, didn't you?" He questioned, and my brows knit together.

  "What?"

  "When the exorcist opened the closet." Grimmjow gestured with his head. "You shifted on your feet and started smelling aroused. You've been a bad little rabbit." His warm hands went up my stomach slowly. "What do you think they'll say if they find out you've been fucking a demon, Wynter?" He then clicked his tongue while shaking his head.

  "And they won't find out if you keep your mouth shut." I said as his fingers and claws trailed over my skin while causing goosebumps to rise.

  "What if I don't keep my mouth shut? You gonna spank me?"

  "You'd probably like that too much. So are we gonna have sex, or did you want me to just sit here?"

  "Can't I enjoy the view?" Grimmjow purred as his hands went over my thighs. Tilting my head as I looked down at him, I then leaned over while resting one hand on the mattress beside his head.

  Grabbing his chin with my other hand, I tilted his face up before kissing him. He was still purring, and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt his cock twitch inside me as my tongue glided across his.

  The slow, sensual kissing and the cock warming were only making me throb with need, but I could sit here for a little while longer. I nipped his bottom lip before licking the corner of his mouth and over his cheek.

  "You think I'm a view worth looking at, my king?" I asked, and Grimmjow just stared at me for a second. He grabbed my hand holding his chin and lowered it to his chest. Before I could figure out what he was doing, he flipped us to have me on my back as he hovered over me.

  He was still holding my hand to his chest as his long hair fell over his shoulders. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my palm, and I was confused. What was he doing?

  "Tell me you're mine." His low voice rumbled. "In that same tone."

  "I'm yours." His pupils widened a fraction, and I think I was beginning to understand. He really liked what I had done.

  "How do I make you feel that?" It took me a second to get what he meant.

  "There's power in a name, isn't there?" I replied, and he took my hand off his chest while leaning closer. Grimmjow trapped my hand against the mattress and laced his fingers with mine. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly rocked his hips.

  "You're mine, Wynter." His tone was enough to make me melt. His grip on my hand tightened a bit, and his hips suddenly snapped. I moaned as my legs clenched around him. "Mmm, now that's what I wanted." Grimmjow licked my cheek. "I like when it sounds like this." He dragged his tongue over my heart as he listened to it quickly beat with his keen ears.

  My cheeks felt hotter as Grimmjow slipped his other arm under my hips. He pulled me closer before kissing me and thrusting his cock in and out of me. I moved my lips in time with his and slid my fingers into his hair to hold the back of his head.

  Grimmjow purred and opened his mouth wider to caress my tongue with his. The cock warming had made me so wet and needy that I could feel my arousal dripping down my ass. It was causing a wet smack each time Grimmjow thrust into me.

  "Wynter~." He purred my name, and I moaned. A lopsided grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Does that feel good?"

  "Yes!"

  "Yes, what?" Grimmjow nipped my bottom lip.

  "Yes, my king!" He then sweetly licked the stinging bite.

  "Who do you belong to?"

  "You, my king!" I panted before moaning again.

  "Mmm, that's fuckin' right." He licked his lips while looking down at me. "You're mine, Wynter~. All mine. Say it."

  "I'm yours~!"

  "Fuck, yes!" Grimmjow snapped his hips while burying his dick as deep as he could go. "Oh, you're so greedy for me, Little Rabbit. So fucking wet for me~." He grunted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck~!"

  My back arched off of the bed as I squeezed Grimmjow's hand in mine and moaned. He licked my exposed throat while still pistoning his cock. His fangs scraped against my skin, and it sent a shiver up my spine.

  "Oh, God~!" I moaned while clinging to the demon balls deep in my pussy. "Slow down! I'm gonna- Oh, fuck~!- I'm gonna cum!" I panted as my thighs were shaking. Grimmjow was using his demonic abilities to his advantage, making me fall apart to his utter delight.

  "Good." He looked at me with a devilish grin.

  Sitting in the warm water, I was relaxing with my arms resting on the edges of the tub. I was exhausted but in a good way.

  Fingers trailed up the inside of my shin, and I opened my eyes to look at Grimmjow. He smirked while tilting his head.

  "Making sure you didn't fall asleep."

  "Not yet." I chuckled. "I didn't know you had that much steam to blow off."

  "You don't seem to mind."

  "I don't mind when I can keep up. So do you want to actually talk about it now that you're calmed down?" I tilted my head to the side, and Grimmjow looked at me with a confused expression.

  "What?" He ran a hand through his wet hair that was short now since he was in his human form to fit comfortably in the tub with me.

  "Renji pissed you off, then I said Renji was hot. And then you go all horny and possessive." I waved my finger, and Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "You even took his phone number from me and dropped it on the floor."

  "I just hate exorcists. I wasn't jealous."

  "I didn't say you were. But it's interesting that you say that." I said, and he made a face with deeply furrowed brows. "We both know you like me or you wouldn't suggest I be your Fracción."

  "I was high when I said that."

  "Still said it."

  "What's your fuckin' point?"

  "I think you don't like being alone. Multiple people have even pointed out how close you stick to me. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that's necessarily a bad thing....but you don't have to worry so much. Remember, you own my soul. I couldn't get rid of you even if I wanted to." I chuckled, and Grimmjow's expression seemed to ease up a little.

  "What is a king without subjects, Little Rabbit?"

  "Trying to play this off won't work on me. Renji had you pegged as insecure in just a few minutes. I've been with you for months."

  "I'm not insecure." His lip curled up in a snarl.

  "You're afraid. You lost your Fraccións, and then I come along, a weak human, and become the person that understands you the most. I'm probably the only one that's gotten this close to you, too, aren't I? I'm not surprised you'd be scared of losing-" I stopped when Grimmjow moved to my side of the tub.

  He looked at me while his hands were on either side of me on the bottom of the tub. His face was inches from mine as we locked eyes. I couldn't tell what he was thinking at all from his expression.

  "Fine, I like you. A pathetic, little human. It pisses me off. What pisses me off more is you're fuckin' right. I want to keep you. You're....interesting. Like a court jester."

  "Hardy har."

  "Were you expecting anything more?"

  "We both know you don't see me as a jester."

  "Sure."

  "Maybe you shouldn't be so cuddly if you want me to believe that."

  "Good point." Grimmjow leaned in a little closer. "You're interesting....and I crave you." Swallowing, I tried to ignore how my face felt as if it was getting warmer. "You're blushing, Wynter." He smirked before licking my cheek. "How cute."

  Closing the gap between our faces, I kissed him. Grimmjow stopped smirking, and I pulled away to look at him with half-opened eyes.

  "Damn right, I'm cute." I popped off, and the demon began to laugh. I felt a smile tug at my lips while looking at Grimmjow. He was rather cute with the expression he was making.

  "You're ridiculous." He said while bumping his forehead against mine.

  "All I'm saying is you didn't have to be so mean to Linda." I waved my hand while waiting at a stop light.

  "Yeah, well, Linda didn't have to be such a bitch." Grimmjow retorted from the front passenger seat.

  "You almost made her cry!"

  "How am I the bad guy here?! Did you not hear the shit she was saying?!" Grimmjow waved both of his hands. "I merely defended myself." The light turned green, and I was driving with both hands on the wheel again.

  Instead of an exorcist being sent to my house for the Infection status test, I had been called to arrange a meeting elsewhere. The problem was, however, the person doing the test had changed location to avoid contact with Grimmjow but hadn't mentioned that, so Grimmjow had come along with me. And nearly the entire time the exorcist was being passive-aggressive and taking shots at Grimmjow.

  Grimmjow, being him, didn't take the insults well. He also proved he didn't have to have claws and fangs to tear someone apart. He was sassing back and digging his fingers into any sensitive spot he could find.

  Which led to Linda storming off with a red face and a glare.

  "But did you have to defend yourself that way?"

  "Would you prefer I eat the next person that pisses me off?"

  "Well, no-"

  "Then what's the problem? That sorry excuse of an exorcist started it, I just finished it."

  "Okay, but I didn't know you would go full mean girl on the poor woman."

  "Wha- Mean girl?!"

  "Did you hear some of the shit you said? You even insulted her clothes!"

  "Well, that's on her for dressing like a grandma from the 1800s."

  "And that's coming from the guy that's always gotta have his tits out?"

  "Hey, I don't always have to."

  "Really? Look down. It's not even 60 degrees outside." I raised my eyebrows while turning right.

  "Okay, fuck you." Grimmjow retorted while buttoning up his shirt. I couldn't help but laugh a little.

  "You're still an asshole, you know?"

  "And you're still a shithead. What else is new?"

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 21

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2227

Warnings: Smut

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Instead of going immediately home, Jin had parked a block away so the two of you could discuss the situation. Well, that and make out. The man was a superb kisser. It would have been frustrating how easily he turned you into putty if it hadn't been so enjoyable.

"How do you want to handle this?" Jin asked, idly playing with your hair while you admired the way illuminated his face. He couldn't seem to stop touching you, now that he was officially allowed to. It was in cute ways too, like holding your hand, tracing your fingers with his, or random kisses on your cheeks and knuckles. You were incredibly into it.

"I'm not really sure," you admitted, still nervous about the situation but reassured by his solid, comforting presence. "I mean, it's not like I can even predict how anyone else might feel."

Jin hummed in understanding, though he looked amused and completely unworried. You tried not to get your hopes up about what that knowing twinkle in his eye might mean. They couldn't all feel the same way he did… could they? The idea felt less farfetched now than it did before the dinner, but it still seemed like it would be too good to be true.

"Would you mind not telling anyone about this just yet?" You asked sheepishly, knowing that it couldn't feel good for him to keep something like this from your friends. "I'm just still a little overwhelmed, and want to talk to everyone in my own time."

"Of course," he agreed with a smile, taking your hand and brushing the inside of your wrist with warm lips. The gesture sent an agreeable tingle down your spine, and you wondered how such an innocent, romantic action could set your heart racing the way it did.

"If you promise you will tell them soon, though," he added more seriously, eyes catching yours. You nodded, unable to deny this man anything. "You know we all love you. No one will judge you, and nothing could change how much we care about you."

Your heart lurched treacherously at how easily he said those words, and your face flushed a fiery red.

"L-love?" You squeaked, and Jin gave an evil smirk.

"Of course we all love you. I never said we're in love with you."

At your indignant squawk he laughed, and his gaze softened.

"It wouldn't be far off the mark for me, though," he finished in a near whisper, that adorable, familiar pink creeping up his ears. You smiled, wondering how it was possible for any human being to be this cute, sweet, kind, and irresistable all at the same time. Deciding the universe could keep some of its secrets, you leaned forward to map his lips with yours once more.

The next time the two of you pulled apart, his lips trailed down your neck and you gave a small sigh of approval.

"God you're gorgeous," he murmured appreciatively against your skin, nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. It was too light to leave a mark, but the sensation was enough to make you gasp all the same.

"That's rich coming from you," you managed to respond despite your brain and body feeling decidedly gooey. You traced the shell of his ear with your tongue, hoping he was at least a fraction as affected as you were by him. By his groan and shudder, you were successful. You began inching your hand up his knee, but he stopped you.

"We should get back before I do something ungentlemanly," he mumbled in pained tones, pulling away with obvious reluctance. The simmering desire in his eyes made you want to rip his clothes off then and there.

"What if I don't want you to be a gentleman?" You asked with an innocent grin before diving in to nibble on his lower lip and raking your nails through his scalp.

"Oh god," he choked with a sharp exhale, surrendering to your attack and releasing his grip on your hand. You wasted no time in palming the growing bulge in his pants and his strained curse made you feel like the sexiest person in the world. With a rush of feminine confidence, you made to undo his belt for better access.

Suddenly, both of your hands were trapped in his and your lips were being devoured by his own. You moaned at the ambush and he took the opportunity to lick into your mouth in hot, punishing swipes that drove all rational thought out of your head. You couldn't even press your body against his, separated as you were by the gear shift, yet you still felt like you were drowning in his touch. Nothing else existed besides the hot press of his tongue and the growing ache between your legs.

"You are dangerous," Jin growled, pulling away and still holding your wrists captive above your head. His tone was enough to make your skin burn even hotter, and his eyes were predatory as he drank in your needy expression. You whined and struggled weakly against his grip, wanting to kiss him, touch him, anything. He merely smirked and leaned back a little.

"I don't want our first time to be in the backseat of my car," he said conversationally, as if he wasn't sporting an impressive tent in his pants. You pouted and tugged futilely at your wrists, that bulge demanding to be lovingly tended by your willing hands.

"J-Jinnie," you pleaded, giving him your best bedroom eyes. His smirk remained, but a vein in his jaw twitched and your mouth watered at how much you wanted him.

"Can't you be a good girl for me and wait?"

Your face flushed and your lips parted slightly. No one had ever said something like that to you before, and his words only served to further fan the flame overtaking your body.

"Y-you're not exactly making it easy for me," you managed shakily, and a smug expression flashed across his face. He had no right being this fucking irresistible.

"Oh? Do you need something to tide you over?"

Before you could respond, he transferred both of your wrists to one large hand. He held you just as easily as before, to your mixed disappointment and arousal. He trailed the other to cup your breast and you arched into his hot touch, willing to take anything he would give you.

"Look at you," he breathed reverently, drinking in the needy whimper you gave when he pinched your nipple experimentally through the fabric of your clothing. While you might have appreciated the devoted nature of his gaze at another time, you currently had other priorities.

As if hearing your unspoken prayers, he let his hand slip under the hem of your dress. Instead of granting you relief however, he merely let his fingertips trace the inside of your thighs. At your noise of protest, he gave you a shit-eating grin and you did your best to scowl.

"Jin if you don't touch me right now I will murder you," you tried to threaten, though it came out much breathier than you intended. Damn this man and the effect he was having on your body. He had the audacity to laugh but finally complied, fingers traveling up to where you wanted them most.

"You are such a - oh fuck."

His voice cracked a little when he realized just how wet you were. He pushed the thin fabric of your underwear aside to drag a finger across your entrance and you bucked into his touch with a mewl of pleasure.

"All this for me?" Jin asked hoarsely, and at your desperate nod he finally, finally stopped teasing.

He released your wrists and tangled his free hand into your hair, pulling you against his mouth in a frenzied, sloppy kiss. At the same time, his fingers found your clit and began rubbing in feather-light motions, and it was all you could do to cling onto his shirt for support at the double assault on your sanity. His touch was relentless, and he swallowed each of your cries as if they were the last things he would ever hear.

"Oh my god," you whimpered against his mouth as he easily slid a finger into your slick folds. He groaned again when you shamelessly rubbed yourself against his hand, desperate for more friction.

"How are you so perfect?" He managed to pant before dipping his head to give your neck a hard bite. Earlier he had taken care not to leave any marks, but that hesitation was clearly gone. You groaned and let your head loll back to give his mouth better access, threading a hand through his hair in encouragement. Jin growled and complied, suckling harshly at your neck while his fingers continued to work their magic, dragging against your walls in mind-melting, merciless strokes. You swore and clenched your fingers into his shirt, uncaring of the fact that your nails were digging into his skin.

He didn't seem to mind either, only redoubling his efforts while he bruised your skin with teeth and tongue. Spurred by the way you were gasping his name, he added another finger and you whimpered in approval at the added stretch. Then he began to grind the heel of his palm against your clit, tearing a frantic moan from your throat.

"F-fuck, Jin," you gasped raggedly, not even sure what was happening anymore, only focused on chasing the pleasure he was giving you. You were too drunk on his touch to notice the way his breathing hitched, or the absolute worship in his gaze as he watched you unravel for him.

"Ohgoddon'tstop, don't stop, don't ever st-" your orgasm slammed into you and your throat constricted in a silent cry. Jin's grip on your hair tightened almost painfully and he let out a throaty groan as you came around his fingers. All you could do was drop your head onto his shoulder and cling to him as he worked you through your high, and by the time he withdrew his hand you were a weak, trembling mess.

You watched hazily as he licked his fingers clean, then planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Ugh, you were such a goner. It wasn't fair for him to follow up something so completely sexy with such a cute gesture.

"Holy shit," he breathed against your hair, sounding as utterly destroyed as you felt. You agreed with his statement wholeheartedly and you closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy the closeness. When you managed to gather yourself a bit, you drew back to appreciate the sight of him.

Jin stared at you with a dazed expression, hair in complete disarray, body flushed from chest to forehead. He looked absolutely delectable, and if you weren't so spent you would have pounced on him then and there. You felt a little guilty that you hadn't really done anything for him, but when you reached for his pants he stopped you.

"It's, uh, a bit of a mess in there," he coughed sheepishly, and you blushed in surprise. Just getting you off had been enough for him to… ? At your expression, he gave you a crooked grin.

"You really don't understand what you do to me, do you?" He asked in fond tones, brushing some hair from your face, and you flushed harder.

"If it's anything like what you do to me, then I might have an idea," you replied, suddenly feeling a little shy despite the fact that you had just come all over his hand. Which he was wiping on his presumably already dirty pants. You snorted a little, and he looked at you and shrugged.

"I'll get a real taste next time," he said with a smirk and you felt yourself go red again. How was he able to say things like that when calling him Jinnie was enough to fluster him?

"Let's get home before we get arrested or something," he joked, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips before pausing to actually look out the windows. Or rather, how completely fogged up they were. You dissolved into giggles at his chagrined expression.

"Why do I feel like tonight is a weird reenactment of my teenage years?" He complained, making you laugh harder. He kind of had a point. From getting caught by his mom, to making out in his parents' driveway before leaving, to this - it was like a trifecta of teenage hookups.

"Maybe it's your midlife crisis, old man," you teased with a smile as you did your best to fix his hair. His shirt was wrinkled beyond anything you could do, unfortunately, and his pants, well… he would have to deal with that one on his own.

"I guess you're the hot young college girl I'm escaping my age with," he responded, waggling his eyebrows and giving you a goofy wink. He tried to help you with your hair before you ultimately gave up and put it up in a shitty bun. By the time the two of you had tidied up to the best of your abilities, the windows again looked virginal and fog-free. Jin gave you a final slow, heart-stopping kiss before pulling back to start the car, and you smiled giddily at his profile.

"Let's go home."

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Tags: @singukieee @persphonesorchid @xmochiloverx @taestefully-in-luv @meavie @silscintilla @forpunishers @jnghs

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Not Quite

pairing: jimmy page x reader (insecure)

genre: fluff, with a hint of comfort

tw: stretch marks (let me know if there's anything else I missed)

word count: 547

summary:

you're supposed to be getting ready for dinner with Robert, his wife, and Jimmy, when no outfit feels right.

a/n: jimmy page is my future husband, he just doesn't know it yet. this is also my first fic on here, not really sure how to feel about it.

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“You almost ready, love?” Jimmy called out from the bathroom. You were supposed to meet Robert and his wife for dinner later that evening, but of course, you and Jimmy decided you’d arrive early like you always did. Neither of you liked being late to events, which is how you ended up here, two hours before dinner, stressing as you tried to find an outfit that you thought would look great on your body. You had already emptied your side of your and Jimmy's shared closet. There were clothes all over your bedroom and you were right in the middle of the mess.

“Not quite,” you replied as you tried on your fifth pair of jeans in a row. You hated the way all of these clothes looked on you. They were all either too tight, too revealing, too baggy, or not fit for the occasion. You quickly took off the pants and stood in front of the mirror as tears started rolling down your cheeks. You had so many clothes to wear, but you didn’t like any of them on your body, but you’d worn them perfectly fine before. Though, Robert's wife always had the better fashion sense. She always talked about designer brands and her athletic abilities while you thought about your stretch marks and the parts of your body with any bits of fat.

“Do you need help choosing an outf- are you okay y/n?!” Jimmy questioned as he ran over to your side, his slim body pressing against yours. He embraced you tightly in his arms, your head smashed in his chest. You knew he was wearing a white shirt underneath, so you tried not to get it dirty by placing your hands over your eyes. Jimmy began drawing circles on your back as you cried. “Shhh, everything’s okay, love. It’ll be okay,” he whispered in your ear.

Once you had stopped crying for a bit, Jimmy sat down on your shared bed, placing you on his lap so he could continue to hold you. “What happened, love? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. You nodded silently as you looked around at all the clothes on the floor. “Did you and the closet get in a fight?” Jimmy joked as you poked at his ribs. “Kinda, nothing in it fits my body right, and especially because Percy’s wife is going, I need to dress nicely.”

Jimmy clicked his tongue in disagreement. “Your clothes fit you perfectly, love. And don’t dress so extravagantly; it's just one dinner. Your body is perfect as it is and so are the clothes.” “No, it’s not, Jimmy.” Your arms slithered around your midriff, blocking anyone from seeing. Jimmy noticed this and quickly pinned your arms above you on the bed. You yelped from the sudden movement, causing Jimmy to smirk.

“You’re absolutely stunning, y/n, and don’t ever say otherwise. I love every part of you, including your stretch marks and your pea-sized brain for thinking that you’re not enough when you are.” Jimmy began kissing every inch of your body, mumbling things like, “ooh, I love this,” and “this is definitely my favorite.”

Shortly after Jimmy finished encapsulating your body with love, he helped you pick out a cute outfit for dinner. He really was your dream partner.

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Life After Death

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Genre: Zombie! Au, Enemies to Lovers

Warning: Death, Blood, Smut, Swearing

Word Count: 9k

Summary: The morning you woke up, everything seemed normal, until it wasn't. The world is turned upside down the government and the World Health Organization have shut down, zombies around every corner and only the strong survive. You meet a few friends along the way, and lose even more as you continue to fight for your life. You never thought you'd meet someone under these circumstances but here you were, happy while surviving life after death. Though you should have known, there's never a happy ending in an apocalypse.

A/N: This is part of the collab started by @biaswreckingfics! Go to her page to see the other stories written by terrific creators!

"I'll see you later." You whisper to your sleeping boyfriend before you place a light kiss on his cheek. You open the front door to your apartment, looking back and around at everything, making sure you weren't forgetting anything before you left. As you close the door, you realize you forgot to turn off the radio when you hear one of your favorite songs playing. With a sigh, you glance at your watch and you see you're going to be late, so you leave it, just missing the important message that interrupted everything.

"Breaking News: The World Health Organization has announced extremely serious side effects from the recent vaccinations of batch number 0506361. If the numbers 0506361 are on your vaccination cards please report to your nearest hospital to seek medical treatment."

You don't notice anything different or weird as you walk down the pathway from your apartment building to your parked car. The sun is shining, the air smells crisp, today was going to be a good day, you could feel it. You slide into the driver's seat of your car, turning it on and immediately syncing your phone to play your favorite playlist to amp you up for the day of work you had ahead of you. As you continue to drive to work you notice the streets seem a lot busier than they usually were, especially for 7:45am, some people in their suits running down the sidewalk screaming. Your stomach twisted as you continued down the street, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to watch the people and the road, slowing your speed. You look out your window and see a man laying on the ground, with another man on top of him. You rolled down your window to yell at them, but when the man turned to look at you, panic ensued. His eyes were white, his face was covered in blood, veins pulsating in his face. Nothing about him seemed human. He looked directly at you, and stood up. Your hands shook as you rolled up your window as fast as it would go. The man suddenly now bolted towards you, snarling. With your window up and both hands now on the steering wheel, you try to breathe through the lump that had appeared in your throat. As you keep driving, you see more and more of people being attacked, tackled and ripped into, people running away crying and screaming, vehicles crashing, buildings and cars up in flames. You could hear the blood curdling screams from inside your car. With shaky hands you switch the station of your radio to see if anyone was reporting on what the fuck was happening.

"..If the numbers 0506361 are on your vaccination cards please report to your nearest hospital to seek medical treatment.. there's a virus.. It's zombies. Zombies are attacking the city.. everyone seek shelter.. oh god.. please no."

You quickly turn your car around, speeding back to your apartment as you try to swerve off the undead as you rush back to your boyfriend. You may not know much, but you've seen enough zombie movies to know that you need to get supplies. You drive your car up and over the curb, parking directly on the lawn in front of your building and run inside. You were lucky you lived right on the ground floor of one of the first apartments in. You struggle to slide your key into the lock, the cries of residents pleading filling the hallway. Your key finally slides into the lock, quickly you turn it and shove your door open before slamming it behind you.

"Jaebum?" You whisper as you scrounge through the front closet looking for the duffle bag that you knew was in there. "Jaebum." You hiss again, running to the kitchen. You pack all the perishable food items and then begin filling up every jug you could find that had a lid with water. You tore through your junk drawer grabbing the flashlights and batteries, and any candles you could find as well as your butcher block.

"I'm serious, Jaebum. You need to answer me now." You hiss, bringing the bag into the living room. You guys needed to leave quickly, which meant you needed to pack even quicker. It wasn't like him not to answer you, it made you worry. You glance to the front door and his shoes were still exactly where he had left them the night before. You crept up to your closed bedroom door, with your hand hovering over the door knob. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you grabbed the knob, slowly turning it. You push the door open, expecting to see him, but he wasn't there. You quickly changed out of your work clothes, and grabbed everything from all of your drawers and shoved it into the bag. It wasn't until you had finished grabbing what you needed and you had a second to listen that you heard the shower running from down the hall, but for whatever reason, something didn't feel right. You tiptoed quietly down the hallway, standing in front of the door, you pressed your ear against it but heard nothing other than the sound of the shower running.

"Jaebum?" You whispered, gently knocking on the door, but there was no answer. You turned the knob, and opened the door. You saw your boyfriend standing there with his back turned to you. "Oh my god, Jae, we have to go! There are fucking zombies outside!" You gasp, still having a hard time believing those words that were coming from your mouth. In a split second he turned around, his face was beginning to contort, one eye was pure white.

"Y/N.. somethings wrong." He chokes out, spitting out blood before he falls to the ground, his body spasming while he froths at the mouth.

You let out a loud scream as you slam the door shut, running down the hallway to grab the duffle bag before heading out. You swing your door open to run out and crash into a man who falls into another group. You turn to apologize but already there were zombies staggering down the hallway at a quick pace. You whisper an apology before you run out the front door, his cries and pleas for help making your heart sink. You release a big breath seeing your car is still there. You climb in your front seat, closing the door as fast as you can and locking all the doors before turning your car on. Just before you were able to put your car in reverse and speed away, a man began banging on your window.

"Please miss, please open your door." He asks. You look at his face, he's sweating, blood splattered all over his face. His fists and arms remain pressed against your window, smearing blood across it. Your eyes drift down and you see a fresh wound - a bite mark and a chunk taken from his arm.

"You were bitten.." You say to him through the window.

"I'm fine. It's fine.. it's not a bite.. please." He begs. He turns to look behind him and looks back at you, panic written all over his face.

"Please miss, they're coming.. please." He cries.

"I can't." You yell, turning your head away from them. You put the car in reverse, stepping on the gas you pull away from him, knocking him to the ground. As your car stops so you can switch it into drive, you watch as the man gets mauled by a herd of the undead. You felt bad, but you couldn't have helped him, even if you wanted to.

You drove towards the freeway, thinking your best bet is to get out of the city. Your eyes were glued to the road and watching the mirrors, you watched as people panicked while driving, crashing into other cars trying to merge first, crashing into medians, and going in all directions. You could feel a panic attack coming along as you finally realized you were all alone. You had no one to talk to, no one to help you and that was terrifying. You glance down at your gas gage, seeing you had almost a full tank, you knew you would be able to make it to the one place that was probably the safest, your cousin Ray's.

You're stuck in traffic with your doors locked as you see a few people running to cars, trying to get in. There's a man, crying and panicking. No one would let him in, a herd of zombies following behind him. You needed to make a quick decision, so you rolled down your window motioning them over to you. "Here, get in." You yell, unlocking your doors. A man climbs into the backseat of your car, and you quickly lock the doors as soon as the door closes.

"Thank you." The man cries

"Have you been bitten?" You ask, turning to look him over.

"No.. no I haven't. Some men.. they pulled me out of my car, and took off, leaving me out there to die." The man explains. "You're the first person who offered me any help."

"I'm glad I could help." You smile through your rear view. "My cousin has a farm just an hour or so up from here. My family is heading there now. He's been preparing for an apocalypse for a long time. We should be safe there." You explain.

Earlier you had gotten a frantic call from your mother, her asking if you had seen what was going on. You couldn't understand why she thought you lived under a rock and didn't know anything. You did leave your house and listen to the news, contrary to popular belief.

"Thank you, thank you." He cries. You just smile as you continue to drive to Ray's farm.

**

An hour later you take a left turn, driving down the gravel road that leads you to the farm house. You drive slowly, seeing your mom's car, your aunt's car and a few other relatives. You sighed a sigh of relief, knowing that your family was safe. The two of you get out of the car and quietly make your way to the door. You softly knock but there's no answer. You turn the door knob, pushing the door open and it's empty. You walk down the small hallway and hear nothing. Your mom isn't talking, Ray wasn't yelling, no one was making a sound and that was very unusual for your family.

"Hello?" You call out.

You hear footsteps coming from down the hall as the two of you stand around the kitchen. "Hurry up." You laugh and cry.

As the footsteps got closer, you could hear snarling. Your laughter stopped as your cousin Ray came out of the back room. "Zombies." You whisper, backing away.

Not far behind him was your mom, dad, and aunt all coming out, rushing towards you all. "Run!" You scream, heading towards the door. You pull it open, the man behind you trying to get out the door, but he falls, crying as the undead come closer. He's doing his best to fight the zombies off but more stagger out from the back room, there are too many for him. "Run! Save yourself! If you meet my wife, her name is H/N, tell her I love her and our daughter." He yells. "I was trying to get home to them." He yells.

He's trying so hard to fight them, but he's bitten, he screams in agony as he's being ripped to shreds, his body being mauled by the undead.

His screams are now silent, the only sound filling the room is the sound of flesh being torn through.

You close the door, running back to your car. You see a gas can on the side of the house. You rummage through your car, knowing that you have a lighter somewhere in there. You remembered the argument you and Jaebum had gotten into about smoking and he tossed his lighter in your car.

Found it, under the passenger seat. As you went to get out of the car, you noticed something in the backseat.

A wallet.

You grabbed it, opening it up to see the license. It was the man's.

"Kim Jongdae." You whisper. You felt sorry for him, but you couldn't take long to mourn. You needed to be alert and get back on the road. You take your lighter and run to the gasoline. You pour it all over the front of the house, seeing your undead family banging against your windows broke your heart but you needed to do this. You flick the lighter, igniting the flame and throw it onto the ground. The house lights up, the flames quickly engulfing the house. You walk back to your car, slide into the driver's seat and sit there, tears pouring down your cheeks. You have no family, no friends, you have no one.

No one is coming to save you. You watch as your family and the house burn to the ground, exploding in the process.

That made you laugh a little bit, thinking of all the illegal shit your cousin Ray had in his basement.

A while later you get yourself together and drive over to the barn. If you knew anything about your cousin, it is that he always stored something in his barn, besides his pride and joy of a car, his old bronco, Monty. You pull the doors open, and take the tarp off the car, revealing its shine. Just as you remembered it. You peaked in the driver's side and sure enough, the keys were dangling from the ignition.

You began walking slowly to the back of the barn, opening another door, and here you found the jackpot.

Guns.

From a machine gun, to a pistol, to a shotgun. You gathered them all, putting the guns and the ammo in the backseat of Monty. You grab your bags from your car, tossing them in as well before looking around to see if there was anything else you could take. You notice a radio, but don't think much of it at the moment.

You climb into the driver's seat, and pull out of the barn, feeling safer than you have all day. You keep driving down the deserted highway. Abandoned cars everywhere, a few bodies laying around but most of all, no zombies but also no humans either. You're barely paying attention to the road, when you hit something, causing you to swerve, and the car to make a funny noise. You get out to check and see your front tire, flat as fuck.

You didn't have a spare. It was getting dark and you were exhausted. You moved most of the guns to the floor of the back seat, grabbing a blanket and some food and water. You change your clothes, wiping yourself down before having a snack. Laying down in the backseat you try to plan out your next move, but your eyelids get too heavy, and you can't fight it anymore. You doze off completely, and for a little while, forget about the disaster you're in.

You stayed in your car for weeks, never coming across anyone human. You missed talking to someone, talking to yourself wasn't the same. At times you almost forgot what your own voice sounded like. When it was safe, you'd get out of the car and wander around the forest, collecting sticks and branches to make fires with, so you could heat up some of your food. You have some, but you were starting to run low and you didn't know what you were going to do when it ran out. You were limiting yourself to one meal a day but even that didn't seem to help.

You learned when zombies came near the car, in a few or a herd, you needed to hide yourself very well. No moving, light breathing and packed under a lot of things. You were sure if they couldn't see you then they would continue on their way and leave. It almost always worked.

Life in the apocalypse was lonely and exhausting. That night you went to sleep, hoping for a miracle.

You're woken up later, by a frantic tapping on your window. Your eyes adjust to the sun as you look directly out your back window. A group of men stand there, all looking terrified as one of them taps on your window harder. You crawl up to the front driver's seat. You know you can't go anywhere, not with your busted tire. You turn the car on, rolling down your window just a crack.

"What?" You ask, side eyeing all of them.

"Please, we won't hurt you.. we just need a ride. There.. there's a military base a few miles up, but we just can't walk anymore. We haven't come across anyone, human in a while." He stutters.

"My tire is flat." You explain. "I don't have a spare."

"I can change it for you, just gotta take one off another car." A man pipes up.

You didn't feel uneasy from these guys and you were one to always trust your instincts.

"You change the tire, I'll give you a ride." You say. A military base? Maybe it would finally be somewhere safe for you to be.

The man nods and gets to work. By the time he's done the sun is beginning to set, and then you're on your journey to hopefully find somewhere safe.

You're driving down the highway, doing your best to follow the men's map that has every military base mapped out in the 100 miles surrounding the area. "What are your names?" You ask.

"I'm Changbin." The one in the front seat answers. "I'm Chan, and this is Felix." One in the back answers.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N." You say with a smile. As you continue to drive, it quickly becomes night time, everything is black, except for the dim lights coming from your headlights. The two men in the back continue to loudly talk and argue over something, making it hard for you to concentrate. You hated driving at night, especially near wooded areas, you never knew what was out there.

"Can you guys stop?" You ask, glancing to the back.

They continued and got louder. Changbin was asleep in the front seat as they continued their bickering, making you get even more flustered. You turn your head to look back at them, telling them again to stop. They look at each other as you look back at the road and see something standing there. You get startled, yanking the wheel to try and avoid it, heading directly into the woods. The car heads straight on towards a tree and crashes. You hit your head hard on the steering wheel, knocking you out.

What feels like hours, but only seconds later you gain consciousness, just in time to hear Changbin and Chan crying. "She killed him." Changbin cried. "I'm gonna kill her." He yells.

You're struggling to open your eyes, your head is pounding.

You can hear some rustling between the two. "Don't." Chan says. "Leave her. She's in no condition to go anywhere. The undead will get her. She'll get her suffering, ``he says. "Let's take what we can and leave."

"No." You whisper. "Don't."

They can't hear you.

You can hear them rummaging through your car, collecting your guns, your food, your water, everything you had.

"Let's go." Changbin says, they both take off, leaving you there to die as you lose consciousness once again.

**

You're startled awake, surrounded by darkness. You unbuckle your seatbelt, getting out of the car with your head pounding. Your headlights are still on, and you see Felix's body laying on the ground. He had flown through the windshield from the impact of the crash. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt. You begin to cry, this was too much for you.

And then you remember. You look up and see a herd of zombies staggering towards you. They were quicker than you thought. You turned towards the road, running as fast as you could, your leg was throbbing. You run across the road to the other side of the woods. You can hear the snarling behind you as you do your best to navigate through the trees, branches breaking beneath your feet.

You stop, hiding behind a tree, trying to control your breathing. You listen, you can hear the sounds of them walking through the forest, searching for you. You take a second before you take off again, trying to zigzag through the woods in your best attempt to lose them.

You look up, seeing a fire. You run towards it, the flames becoming closer, you can hear the sound of faint words.

Then everything goes quiet. Suddenly the fire is put out and you can hear the sounds of guns clicking.

"Don't shoot." You yell out. "Please."

"What do you want?" A woman yells back.

"I'm.. there's a herd following me. I need help. I was in an accident, I was robbed. I haven't been bitten." You stutter.

"We don't need anyone else." A man yells. "Keep moving."

"Please.. I just need some help. I'm all alone." You cry.

"Move along, before I put a bullet in your head." He yells.

You let out a sob as you turn, beginning to run a different way. You hope you can find a safe place and a group of people but for tonight, you just hope you can survive the night.

**

It had been months.

Months since the outbreak, months of being on your own, months of fighting, scavenging, and hiding. You had come across a few groups, but they wanted nothing more than to take what you had and leave you defenseless. You had learned to hide from most people, giving yourself the advantage of a surprise attack. Most of the time you were successful and they just took off but sometimes they also fought back.

A week ago you had come across a small town, and had found some food and water and a place to stay, but you knew better than to stay in one place for too long. You quickly packed up your belongings into your backpack and grabbed your large spear. You learned awfully quick how to take down a zombie with it, finding it to be much more efficient than a gun, especially with having spears on both sides.

As you walk through the forest, your eyes and ears are open, listening for any signs of the undead. You stop in your tracks, hearing the sound of grunting and yelling, sounding close to you. You walk towards the sound, and come into view of four men trying to fight off a herd. They looked to be struggling, and although you don't usually like to insert yourself into others' fights, you felt like being nice and lending a hand. You run towards them, spearing a few in the head on your way.

You quickly join the fight, taking down a few zombies, as they get a little distracted, seeing another person helping.

"Focus." A man yells, bringing them out of the confusion.

A few minutes later, the last one is stabbed in the head, his decaying body dropping to the ground. The four men turn to look at you, two of them with a smile on their faces, one looking a little confused and the other one looking right angry.

"Hi." One with brown hair and a large smile says.

"Thank you." The blonde one grins.

"No problem." You laugh.

"I'm Baekhyun, this is Chanyeol." He introduces. "And that's Suho." He says, pointing to the confused one. "And that's Kyungsoo." He finishes, pointing to the angry one.

"Nice to meet you all." You say. "I'm Y/N."

"Are you all alone?" Chanyeol asks.

You nod your head.

"What's your story, Y/N?" Suho asks.

You smile awkwardly as you look at the four men who surround you. "My boyfriend turned into one of them when this whole thing started, so I was on my own from the beginning, in a sense. I met a man on my way to my cousin's farm, where my family was gathering, and when we got there they all had already turned. He..he tripped and he fell while trying to escape and he was bitten." You shudder. "I gathered supplies and I took off, and ended up with a flat tire a few hours away. I stayed in my car for weeks, managing pretty well on my own. I met three guys who offered to change my tire for a ride to a military base but when we finally got going.. it was dark and they were arguing in the back." You explain. "I turned around to tell them to stop, but they wouldn't listen and when I looked back at the road, there was something there and I swerved." You sigh. "We hit a tree, and one of them flew through the window. The other two robbed me of everything I had and I've been alone ever since."

"Well not anymore you're not." Baekhyun smiles. "You can join our group."

"Yeah!" Chanyeol exclaims.

"No." Kyungsoo grunts, walking past you, glaring at you. "We didn't need your help. And you're not joining us." He spits. "You're not going to let her join, right?" He asks Suho.

"I don't know." Suho sighs.

"Suho, everyone around her dies. She's bad fucking luck and if you bring her with us, we're all as good as dead." He spits.

"Meeting." Suho announces.

The four men huddle around, whispering to each other. You can make out Baekhyun and Chanyeol saying yes, and Kyungsoo saying no.

Seconds later they all stand up, Kyungsoo looking pissed with the other two looking happier than a pig in shit.

"If you would like to, we would like to invite you to join us. We know it's tough out here, and I can't imagine what it's been like to be alone." Suho says.

You look between all the men, even if one hated you for no reason, you were tired of being alone, and being scared alone.

"Yes." You announce. "Thank you."

"Come on, our camp is this way." Chanyeol smiles, waving you along. Three men begin walking away, but Kyungsoo walks towards you.

"I don't trust you." He murmurs, moving in close. "If anyone from this group so much as gets a splinter, I'm coming for you." He growls into your ear, his tone is low and very threatening. Goosebumps cover your skin as you feel his hot breath on your ear.

You nod your head.

He turns away from you, running towards the rest of his group.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?

**

You felt like your legs were going to collapse as you continued to walk behind the group. Baekhyun turns around, smiling as he announces you have arrived. You look around and see a bunch of trees, but no camp, except for the small campfire pit that sat on the ground.

"It's.. nice." You smile.

Chanyeol, Suho and Baekhyun start laughing.

"Look up." Chanyeol says.

You tilt your head to the sky, and see a decent sized tree house sitting between a few trees. Your jaw drops, this was one thing you had never expected to see. "Come, we'll give you a tour." Baekhyun says, beginning to climb up the swinging ladder. You follow behind Baekhyun, the rest coming up behind you. When you get inside, you're honestly still amazed. It wasn't much but it was safe and it was out of the way and off the ground.

"We pull up the ladder when we're here, and when we all leave we just hide it." Suho explains. "We have food, water and sleeping bags. The most important things. We all pitch in around here, whether or not it's repairs, runs, or fights, everyone helps." He says, looking at you.

"Of course. Whatever I can do to help, I will." You assure them.

"Or don't, I'm not ready to die." Kyungsoo mutters, setting his stuff down.

Your eyes darted over to Kyungsoo, giving him an offended look. He looks back at you, not caring if he's hurt your feelings. You can sort of understand why he's weary of you, but it's not like you killed these people for the hell of it. You were determined to prove that it wasn't you, that you weren't bad luck. How you were going to do that, you had no idea.

**

That night you sat around a campfire, your belly fuller than it's been in a while, while you listened to stories Baekhyun and Chanyeol shared about their friend group. As it turned out, there were a total of twelve of them when this first started. Some of them were unfortunate to be ones who had gotten the batch of vaccines, a few they had lost while traveling, some died in fights, or took off to find their loved ones.

"Have you come across any of them?" You ask.

"We've looked, but no luck so far. There are two we're still looking for. Oh Sehun and Kim Jongdae." Suho says.

Your heart stops. Your head darts up, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What?" Chanyeol asks.

"What was that last name?" You whisper.

"Kim Jongdae? He was one of our best friends." Suho tells you.

You gulp, there's a ball forming in your throat. "What?" Kyungsoo yells. "What do you know?"

"I.. He said he was trying to get back to his wife and kid.. h-he told me to run and save myself. I wanted to help him b-but I didn't know how." You choke out.

"The man that was bitten at your farm. That was Jongdae?" Kyungsoo asks.

"I saw his license in his wallet.. he had dropped it in my car when we got out. I'm so sorry." You cry.

Kyungsoo rushes towards you, tackling you to the ground, straddling you.

"You fucking bitch, I knew you shouldn't have joined us. It should have fucking been you. You should have died, not him." He screams in your face, spit flying from his mouth as he hands pin your shoulders to the ground.

You're bawling as Suho and Chanyeol pull Kyungsoo off of you, he's still crying and yelling. "It should have been you!" He yells.

Baekhyun helps you off the ground, guiding you to go up into the tree house. He sets out a sleeping bag for you, tucking you in as you cry into the built in pillow. 'I'm so sorry." You whimper.

"I know. And we know it's not your fault. Jongdae was a clumsy motherfucker so I'm not surprised he tripped. Don't take what Kyungsoo says to heart. He's been through alot and he's not warm to new people. Just give him a bit." Baekhyun tells you. He gives you a half smile before climbing down the ladder and sitting back around the fire, helping to calm things down. That night you fell asleep with tears staining your face.

**

Days bled into weeks, and then into months, until this new life and these men were all that were at the top of your mind. Chanyeol had finally been able to make contact with the ham radio that had been found on one of many expeditions. There seemingly were whole groups of people like yourselves out there, sticking together and trying to survive. You reflected on the wonder of it all as you cleaned the rabbit you had caught, the best you could.

Kyungsoo had become different with you, he didnt give off a hatred towards you anymore. His words didn't cut quite as deep. Slowly you were becoming closer, and you enjoyed it.

Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you, waves of hot breath covering the nape of your neck, sending chills down your spine. He didn't even need to speak, you already knew who it was. "You're doing it wrong." Kyungsoo breathed, his body close to yours.

"I'm not." You retort, continuing to skin the dead animal. You tried to ignore his presence, and that fact that he made you feel so many mixed emotions whenever he was around.

You both hear a crunch of leaves behind you, making Kyungsoo step away from you and turn around.

"What are you guys doing?" Baekhyun asks, raising his eyebrow.

"She's skinning the rabbit wrong. She's going to take off all the meat with the fur." Kyungsoo announces.

"I am not.. shit." You spit, looking on the ground, seeing hunks of meat still attached to the fur.

"Told you." He mumbles, walking away and into the forest to try and find more food.

You stick up your middle finger at the man who drove you crazy day in and day out.

"Y/N." Suho calls out to you, a few hours later. "If you want to take a bath, go to the stream now. It's going to be dark soon."

You nod your head, climbing up the ladder to grab your things. You slide back down, just in time for Kyungsoo to be protesting something.

"We've all got other things to do, you're the only one free." Suho tells him. "Y/N, Kyungsoo will be keeping watch for you."

"I really don't ne.." you start.

"Yes you do." He says, looking at you. "And you will go. That's it."

With an aggravated groan, Kyungsoo stomps off towards the stream, with your speed walking to keep up with him.

As you finish up your wash, you dry yourself off with your towel, pulling your jeans on over your damp legs. You bend down to grab your shirt, when you hear a rustling from behind you. You stand up straight, your heart pounding in your chest.

You hear it again, the sound now closer to you. "Fuck." You scream, running towards Kyungsoo. Your body collides with his, your breasts pressing against his hard chest. "There's something out there." You whisper.

You both hear the sound, Kyungsoo holding onto you as his eyes dart around, taking in the surroundings. Seconds later a deer walks out of the bushes, grazing and you can feel your heart slow down.

"It's a deer." He announces, looking at you. You look back at him, your eyes trailing to his heart shaped lips. Your own set of lips parting slightly as you look back at him, his eyes haven't moved from your face. Without thinking you inch yourself forward, which causes Kyungsoo to inch back. Your stomach sinks. You cannot believe you just did that. Why did you think that he would return a kiss?

"We should head back." He says, avoiding eye contact and clearing his throat.

You feel so embarrassed. You quickly whisper an apology before grabbing your things and taking off, hearing a faint "wait." From behind you. You're running through the words, desperately trying not to cry as you can hear Kyungsoo running behind you.

You finally slow down, trying to catch your breath as your lips quiver. You hear a stick break behind you. You turn around with a sigh, and come face to face with a zombie, snarling as he reaches out for you. You scream loudly as you try to fight it off, tripping in the process. You fall back with him on top of you as he tries to go in for a bite. Black bile is seeping from his mouth, his breath is rancid.

"Help!" You scream out, one hand trying to reach for something, anything that would help you take him out.

Suddenly his body goes limp and you hear the sound of a sword coming out of his head. You roll the body off of you, and see Chanyeol smiling above you.

"Thank you." You sigh in relief. Chanyeol puts out his hand to help you up, when he's attacked. Another zombie staggers up to him, latching his teeth to Chanyeol's neck. He screams out in agony as the monster devours him before your eyes.

"No!" You cry. You take Chanyeol's sword, putting the blade right through the zombie's skull. Chanyeol sinks to the ground, sobbing while he holds his neck. "I'm sorry." You cry. "I'm so so sorry."

"It's.. not.. your...fault." He breathes. "Tell them.. I love them.." he stutters.

Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Suho rush to Chanyeol's side. Baekhyun is sobbing while Kyungsoo and Suho hold back their tears.

"I didn't.. I didn't know there was a second one." You sob.

Kyungsoo walks over to you, his face stone cold. He wraps one arm around you, pulling you in close to him. "It's not your fault." He murmurs. The two of you stand there, watching the life drain from Chanyeol's eyes.

Baekhyun announces he will be the one to put Chanyeol down, but would like to do it in private. Three of you walk away from the sobbing man, your heart full of guilt.

**

The next day, the camp is quiet. You were busy making wood spears, like Chanyeol had taught you a few weeks ago. You couldn't even look at Baekhyun. You knew the two of them were best friends and your heart hurt so badly that Chanyeol died while trying to save you.

Had you not been so stupid and tried to kiss Kyungsoo, then this would never have happened. You knew this was your fault and there was nothing you could do to make it better. You can't bring Chanyeol back and you really wish you could.

"Careful." You hear from behind you. You turn your head and see Kyungsoo leaning against a tree. "If you keep sharpening it like that you're going to end up slicing your finger off." He tells you.

"This is how.. Chanyeol showed me how to do it." You say. You could barely speak his name.

Kyungsoo chuckles. "Yeah, he wasn't the best at doing it either." He crouches behind you, wrapping his arms around you to show you the proper way of doing it. Your heart still flutters as he touches you.

"Thank you." You whisper.

"Anytime." He says, standing up and walking away from you.

Fuck. You were so fucked.

**

That night you couldn't sleep. You stared at the empty spot beside you, where Chanyeol used to sleep. You could hear the small whimpers coming from Baekhyun and you just couldn't take it. You slowly slid out of your sleeping bag, slid on some shoes and climbed down the ladder. As you stand in the forest, you take a deep breath of fresh air. You need to gather your thoughts and heal yourself. You begin walking through the woods. It's quiet, and you didn't plan on going very far. As you're walking, you stop to listen. You hear a noise coming from in front of you but you didn't know what it was. You tried your best to hide behind the tree, limiting your breathing as you continue to listen. You can heat twigs breaking and leaves crunching. Your heart begins to race in your chest, you squeeze your eyes shut.This was a bad idea, you should not have left the tree house.

"What are you doing?" You hear from in front of you. You open your eyes and see Kyungsoo standing in front of you.

"I thought.. oh my god." You sigh. "I thought I was going to die."

Before he can say anything you both hear groans and snarls but you're not sure where from. You unintentionally let out a squeak. Kyungsoo covers your mouth with his hand, pushing you up against the tree. His body presses hard against yours, you can feel his hot breath against your neck.

The two of you stay like this for what feels like hours. When the sound is finally gone he pulls away from you.

"What are you doing out here?" He growls.

"I needed some air, and to think." You explain.

"You could die out here. This has to be your stupidest decision." Kyungsoo scoffs.

"No." You begin. Before your brain can tell you not to say anything, your mouth begins to move. "My stupidest decision was trying to kiss you." You say, turning away from him to walk away.

"I was surprised." He announces. "I didn't think you'd try and kiss me. I didn't think you'd even like me. I treated you terribly." He tells you.

"That's probably why I like you unfortunately." You sigh, making him laugh.

As the two of you are walking back towards the house, you hear whispers coming towards you. You both stop, hearing the sound of a gun loading, making you stop in your tracks. Kyungsoo pulls you behind him, moving both of you towards a bigger tree to hide behind.

"Show yourself walker." A man screams. "I know you're out there."

Neither of you say anything. Kyungsoo is against pressed up against your body, shielding you from any danger.

A while later you see a light flashing. It flashes towards your tree, making Kyungsoo push into you more, trying to keep the two of you hidden. The light passes the tree you're behind and continues to walk away. Neither of you move until the light is completely gone and out if sight. Both of you let out a sigh of relief but Kyungsoo doesn't move away from you. His face hovers close to yours, you can feel his breath on your face.

You wait. You wait for what you hope will happen but you don't think that it will come.

Until it does. Kyungsoo presses his lips to yours. You're shocked at first, until he begins moving his lips against yours and you get into it. You wrap your arms around his neck as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, making him groan.

"I want to fuck you." He says, his lips still just barely touching yours.

"I want you to fuck me." You breathe.

Kyungsoo turns you around, pushing you up against the tree. He kneels down, pulling down your sweat pants and underwear.

"Spread your legs." He demands.

You spread them as far as you can. You can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you. Your pussy throbs in anticipation. You don't know how big or small he is, but you hope he destroys you. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been fucked at all.

Kyungsoo steps up behind you, taking two fingers and searching between your lips for your hole. He chuckles when he finds it, he can feel your juices dripping from inside of you. "So fucking wet." He groans, slowly pushing his two fingers inside you. Immediately you clench around them, it feels so good. "I needed to make sure you were wet enough, and fuck are you ever." He whispers in your ear.

He pulls his fingers out of you, and lines his cock up with your hold. You're bracing yourself on the tree as he pushes himself inside you. Your eyes practically roll back into your head as he stretches you out.

"Oh god." You cry, your fingernails digging into the tree bark.

"Shit." He cries, slowly pulling out of you before snapping his hips and harshly pushing his cock back inside. "It's gonna be quick." He groans.

That was fine with you, you knew you could rub your clit twice and cum, it had been too long.

Kyungsoo has his hands holding onto your hips as he snaps his, grunting and groaning from behind you. You reach between your legs, touching your clit. You begin to slowly rub it and you can already feel your intense orgasm already building up. You feel like you're going to cum already. His cock feels so nice sliding in and out of your pussy, the sound of his grunts and moans, with the feeling of his hot breath covering you and giving you shivers.

"Cum." He grunts. Your tighten your pussy around him as you orgasm washes over you, leaving your body feeling weak.

Kyungsoo moans loudly as he pulls out of you, jerking his cock to cum all over your ass. He lets out a string of swear words as he releases his load, breathing heavily as he works through it.

You both pull up your pants, and get situated. "We better get back." He says, walking back towarsa camp. You follow closely behind him, confused about your feelings for him, but more so his feelings for you, if there were any.

**

The next day you wake up with the thoughts of what happened last night over flowing through your head. You didn't know how to process this, or what was going to happen now. You decided to see how the day was going to play out and just go about your normal routine.

When you got downstairs you said hi to Suho, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. Two of them said goodmorning back to you, and one did not. You tried to stop thinking about it but it was hard and you knew he wasn't the type of man to tell you his feelings.

However, all day he ignored you. Anytime you tried to say anything to him, he walked away, he refused to answer you and honestly you felt extremely disrespected. Your eyes burn as you fight off the tears, watching him talk and laugh with Baekhyun while you just get ignored.

Suho on the other hand most definitely noticed something was going on because a little while later you see Suho quietly yelling at Kyungsoo.

"I don't care what you did." Suho spits. "Fix it. I refuse to have a hole in our team because one of us is being a dick. Fucking fix it." He murmurs again before walking away.

**

That night you laid in your sleeping bag, wondering if this is what it was going to be like. You having feelings for Kyungsoo, and him taking advantage of it. Fucking you when it's convenient for him and ignoring you the rest of the time. Even after death, life was still so fucked.

You feel something pressing against you from behind. You slowly roll over and see Kyungsoo laying beside you in his sleeping bag.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

You nod your head.

"I." He begins. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treated you, I'm sorry for the things I said and for the way I acted when I found out about Jongdae. Its been hard to lose people, and it's even harder to accept new people into the group. You're doing a great job here and we're lucky to have you." He whispers.

"Thank you." You smile. But you really want to know why he ignored you all day. "What was going on today?" You ask.

"I enjoyed last night. I, um, had a girlfriend when this whole thing started. We got out together, we met up with Suho and Baekhyun and Chanyeol and she really helped build alot of this. I lost her a while ago, and it's been hard. I didn't think I would meet anyone, or fall for anyone else and then you came along. I feel guilty for liking you so much, like I'm cheating." He explains. "I was convincing myself it wasn't cheating."

"I get that. I was in a relationship when this thing started. Unfortunately for me, he ended up being one of the ones who received that does of vaccine. I had to leave him in our apartment and take off." You whisper. "You'll always have her memory with you and it's something you'll treasure. I didn't know her, but I'm sure she wouldn't want you to be sad and mourning her."

"You're right." He sighs. "It's hard to let go, but I do like you, Y/N. I want you to know that."

"I like you too." You smile.

The two of you lay there, whispering to eachother, laughing and enjoying the night. You couldn't have asked for anything better.

**

Over the next few weeks, the others had changed. With Chanyeol being gone, it took a toll on Baekhyun. He often sobbed at night, crawling next to you so you could rub his head while he cried. Your heart went out to him.

This life wasn't easy.

Suho had become much more grimmer and sullen. He barks orders at people, never engaging in coversations anymore. He's tired, everyone is tired with very little of hope for the future. Fighting for your lives everyday, scrounging for food and water is a struggle, however none of this stopped you and Kyungsoo from sneaking off when you could to be together.

Neither of you really talked when you weren't fucking and that was okay with you, you knew he still had feelings for you. It was the little things he did for you when no one was looking that reassured you. You both knew that announcing your relationship to Suho and Baekhyun would not end well, so keeping it between the two of you would be the best.

You announced to Baekhyun and Suho that you were going to the river, they both just nodded while Kyungsoo offered to be your watch.

It didn't take long for him to be pulling off your shirt and for you to slide off your pants and panties. Both of you walked into the cool water, soaking yourselves before Kyungsoo pulled you towards him. He lifts you up, letting you put your legs around him as he leans in for a kiss. You can feel his cock sliding against your pussy, waiting to be pushed in. He breaks the kiss, leaning down to pepper kisses along your neck as he thrusts, pushing himself inside of you.

You throw your head back as he holds you, fucking you harshly. There was never time to fuck slow, you always needed to be quick and get it done, just in case.

He pumps himself into you, his hand reaching between you and him, touching your sensitive bud and rubbing while he pounds his cock into you.

"Fuck baby." He groans. "You feel so fucking good."

You hold him close as your orgasm builds, biting your bottom lip and your hands gripping his hair. "Just like that." You breathe. "Don't stop." You grind yourself on him as you begin to cum, intensifying your orgasm. "Oh god yes." You moan, breathing heavily.

"I'm gunna cum." He moans, thrusting harder. Seconds later he releases himself, shooting his cum inside of you, his head resting on you as he catches his own breath.

"Fuck." He breathes pulling out of you. "I love you." He whispers.

You stare at him with wide eyes. This wasn't something you had been expecting at all, considering you did your best to hide the relationship at all costs. "I know it might be too soon, but I do and I need you to know that."

"I love you too." You smile.

You're brought out of your sweet moment when you hear screaming from Baekhyun and Suho. You both rush out of the water and get dressed as quick as you can before running back to camp.

"What?" You breathe. "What happened?"

Baekhyun and Suho grin as they stare at the radio. "Listen!" Baekhyun yells.

“Our dear citizens, to those who have survived. The WHO has created what promises to be a vaccine. We are asking all our citizens to make their way to the nearest hospital facility. Troops are being deployed along with helicopters and planes to transport as needed. Today … we have hope in the world again”

You all burst into tears. You did it, you survived and met some wonderful people. You have a love you had never thought you'd get again.

Kyungsoo embraces you tightly, crying into your shoulder as you do his. Quickly Suho and Baekhyun join your hug, all of you feeling such relief and happiness, for the first time in a long time.

As quick as you all can, you gather what you need to make the trek to find a hospital. You say a quick goodbye to your site that has kept you safe for so long, before taking off, hand in hand with Kyungsoo, and Baekhyun and Suho on either side of you.

It wasn't long into your journey, when you hear the familiar sounds of zombies wandering through the forest. The four of you prepare yourselves for a fight but as they come out, you realize there are more than you all had anticipated. You try to fight your way through the crowd, but somehow you're separated from the group, trying to take on more than you can. The others are distracted, they aren't paying attention to your calls for help. A zombie lunges at you, knocking you back. You're crying loudly but no one is coming to help. The other zombies kneel beside you as you keep trying to fight them off, but one takes a chunk out of your shoulder. You scream in agony as you lose your strength to fight. They're devouring you as you're fading into the darkness. You can hear Kyungsoo yell no and all the pain stops. You see him standing over you as you spit up blood. He's crying over your body, asking you to stay with him but you can't. You're tired of fighting, you want to let go now.

So you do.

You open your eyes and see a film over everything. Your body is sore, the scent of meat makes your mouth water and your stomach cramp. Everything feels stiff but something smells so good. Your hearing is better than ever, picking up the sound of a rapid beating heart and the sound of crying. Wait…Where’s my heart beat? You look with horror at the meat...

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I love you.” You reach out to stop the knife but your body is stiff and I responsive as you watch the knife plunging towards you. It’s me you scream in your head as it all goes dark

There is no happiness in life after death.

[jkbabies]

A LONGGG RANT!

People on twitter would really woobify Eren AND shame jeankasa shippers who are Mikasa stans for shipping her with a "drunkard", "someone who's taking advantage of her grief", or the very classic "a second choice". And then proceed to ship him with someone else, and suddenly he's okay. Like damn, if you're gonna be this obsessed with a ship you hate, please pick one struggle🙃

First of all, shipping Jeankasa doesn't mean I don't care for Mikasa's feelings. I know she loves Eren. That is clear as day. It is an irrefutable fact. They have a bond that can never be touched upon by anyone else. But being a Mikasa stan does not equate to forcing myself to ship her with a guy I personally see as someone who has very weird relationship dynamics with her for someone who's supposedly so in love with her. Despite that, you won't hear me talking smack about them ALL THE TIME like I'm a little shit with no other reason to exist.

And just because I want her to move on with someone else doesn't mean I'm a traditionalist whose only expectations of women are to be married and have a family. Like, HOW are you going to come to that conclusion when you're the ones who praise the shit out of a "translator" who depicts Mikasa as "marked" by Eren and only loved one man for the rest of her entire long life. HOW?? Address the issues in your own fandom first, because you talking about feminism only when it comes to the fictional characters whose pair you self-insert to have the perfect loyal pretty wife but stay mum on actual women issues??? IT'S NOT IT. YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. You can stop accusing Jean of being a traditional nice guy when you're the one patting yourself in the back for "fighting" for women aka tweeting about how Mikasa shouldn't be with him because she's independent and strong and doesn't need a man. You're nothing but an entitled shipper who can't see past your own misogyny.

Also, Mikasa was shown to have a family. That's the fucking point. Who else would I want it to be other than Jean, aside from it's obviously him?? Jean has always been respectful of her, has always known his boundaries, and has never been the 'bare minimum' you always paint him out to be. Because he's not just 'nice' to her. In fact, he isn't afraid to make her uncomfortable. He isn't afraid to challenge her, and tell her when she's wrong. He doesn't allow his admiration for her to stop him from being his own self and bringing his own game to the table. But does he act entitled whenever he does it? No. He always explains afterward the reason for his doubt or transgression. He doesn't say something and let it simmer in the air for god knows how long only to mean something else. And for someone like Mikasa whose always left out to figure things on her own, a man with his forwardness is a fucking blessing holy shit.

Not every ship has to have too many fucking red flags for you to like it. Not every "boring" ship that you don't like has to be twisted in so many forms, either. All these mental gymnastics going on with the fandom to dispute the man as Jean and her having a family with him (it was Armin, or she adopted a baby and was "pure" along, pls cue in gagging noises amidst their cry for feminism, etc. etc.) is just so telling of the misogyny inside the fandom.

Seriously. Sit down, Romeo. Mikasa ain't your fucking Juliet. She's not going to die alone and lonely and 'loyal' like you want her to.

And block the tag. You have so much content to gush over, the amount of insecurity you must feel to wanna camp on a ship tag that you hate all day every day must be depressing af.

[keimisan]

↪ of comfort and kisses- t. mitsuya

pairing: mitsuya x fem!reader

content: fluff? fluff someone help I'm in love with the idea of mitsu-kisses

wc: 815

a/n: had to post this before I sleep. turned longer than I wanted. to the anon who requested this, I'm sorry I don't know what type of reader you'd have wanted. it's after I wrote this did I realize that I wrote it in fem!reader sense. it could be gender-neutral if your wear mascara though. i also wrote this with a sense that reader has bangs, please don't mind that.

thank you for requesting, i loved writing this.

!not proofread!

"you're home? i made dinner, it's on the countertop, just heat it up after you freshen—"

"i don't want to, mitsuya."

mitsuya remains on the couch, deciding against trailing after you as you shut the door with an audible slam. he also notes the traces of rage when you'd called him by his sir name and not takashi as you usually did; it's out of normalcy for you to speak to him this way, and it's painfully visible that you weren't in your stable state either. he wonders if he'd done anything to upset you, something maybe he didn't know.

he hoped he hadn't though.

after a while, you appear through your door, still clad in your work clothes, rather haphazard, and streaks of mascara painting its way down your cheeks. your brows are furrowed in despondency, your lips quivering to indicate the plethora of unpleasant emotions you were feeling.

mitsuya finds the answer to your previous mood in your sullen appearance, gladly inviting you into his arms as he invites you to come over. you, without a second thought, dive straight into his chest, engulfed in his warmth with little sobs escaping your lips. mitsuya snugly holds you against him, a few pats against your back and a few words of consolation, a few "it's okay, cry it out" and "i'm here for you, sweetheart," slowly but surely conciliating your initially strident nerves.

mitsuya is a piece of luck, a stair of heaven, and a whiff of sun-shower clouds to you. he's undeniably someone you can look forward to, someone you can find solace in rather easily, and someone who can bring you up by a few meager words. it's normal in his stead but for you, it's totally out of ordinary.

when you lean back from the crook of his neck, the snivels partially stilled, mitsuya entangles a few fingers in your hair, gently moving a few strands above your eyes to a side. stroking your head, he asks, "feeling better?"

you nod your head, and mitsuya offers you a small smile. upon looking up through blurry eyes, you notice that the collar of his white shirt was freckled with the stain of your eye makeup, spots of black tainting the neat fabric. your hands reach up rub against it, "oh- i'm sorry, i''ll wash it for you—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it," mitsuya replies instantly, blocking your frantic hands as he grabs them in his own, "now, do you want to talk about it?"

a sigh leaves your mouth. there was no use fretting over your significant other, he was far too considerate to think of the minimal stain as a bother, far too considerate to think about something else when you're in his arms, weeping.

you fiddle with his slender fingers, beginning with a low voice, "a kid bunked class today without telling anyone. i marked him absent as usual and his mother got unusually upset over it. i had to listen to so much of her blaming me, and accusing me of lacking the basic qualities of being a teacher. i just- i just had a very rough day, i'm spent."

mitsuya's free hand slides past your nape, his thumb leaves a few caresses to your cheeks and his fingers curl up the back of your head, holding you tenderly, "you didn't know he bunked class, did you?"

"of course not."

his clear lavender eyes then peer straight into yours, scanning your orbs for any sign of further insecurity, any sign of doubt, "then his mother probably couldn't handle the shame of it and ended up blaming it on you. you know, your co-workers, your principal, the front gate guard, the janitor, even the assistant helper, I know you're a great teacher. never doubt it okay?"

you could bet on the skies and the moon that you’re above grateful for whatever you’d done in your past life to have mitsuya takashi, the greatest form of comfort, as your lover. your lips spread into a genuine smile at his words and you place your other hand above his, giving it a little squeeze, "thank you takashi."

mitsuya smiles back, his lips pressing a chaste kiss on your lips for a split second. It catches you off guard, sure, but you can’t help the blunt chuckle that leaves your throat with the amorous fluster that has you covering your lips, your palm hiding the striking view from the latter.

"now here's the smile," mitsuya teasingly taps your cheeks, his lips imitating the sonorous stretch of yours, albeit a little mischievous, "come on, show me."

you reluctantly remove your palm when mitsuya tugs at it, letting him look at the grin caused by himself. his nose touches yours as he leans in, breath fanning the top of your smile, "beautiful," he whispers, his eyes shining with a dollop of innumerable adoration.

“now freshen up, I’ll heat up the food for you.”