#also the sweetest kid asked for help while I was running around

[thevermingod]

So like its so weird to see how timid young people are to take charge. Like, Im aware I was similar back then, but seeing it now just has this weird sort of dissonance to it.

Idk how to explain it but... In my one college class we have a prof that loves group projects (Which i get, the major for this class involves a lot of group jobs) So were given tasks and told as a class to work together. So everyone gets up.... and starts individually working. And Im like... Ok if someone dosnt take charge here were all going to be doing twice the work and theres going to be a ton of mistakes. So I start by letting people know what I'm dong first- communication opens communication or something like that- so im like "Ok Im gonna set up all the trays so we have the right amount!" and Im a loud ass bitch so everyone can hear me!

Still nothing, no ones talking, but theyre listening! Because they started on the next task while Im making sure we have everything! And then Im like, "Guys Im gonna write out the labels for everything and put them with the subjects so just come up and gab them when youre ready!" and! finally someones also talking and communicating what theyre doing so yay!

and then comes the fun part, because people know Im willing to work together so I get all the questions. Some of them I can answer but any question I cant my loud ass instantly looks for the prof and asks it for them. And Now I'm helping people set up their stuff and making sure everyone's doing things right because its just so easy to fall into this role and I hate taking up the leadership role cause Im LAZY but also I want to make sure everything runs smoothly so theres no choice.

but even the older people- past my age- choose to work individually on a group project and

As Im writing this it's occurred to me this isnt a 'young people' problem but a 'Me' prob. I need to get my grubby little hands into everything

#IDK #I spent so much time in work #getting tired of people not doing anything #that I kind of devolped a personality as a leader #My dad also helped with this #he really wanted me to learn how to be a manager #like not to sound too full of myself #but while Im a very odd person #Im charismatic enough #and willing to help #and capable to working with a lot of different people #that people tend to gravitate to me #Idk #its just something that happens #and I just assumed it was an age thing #but people older then me dont do the same thing #so its a me thing #that prolly came from the fact i dont care what other people think of me #also the sweetest kid asked for help while I was running around #and I instantly dropped what i was doing to show her #how to #oh god Im also too easily approachable #hate this #i dont want people to like me #i hate interacting

[milla-frenchy]

911

1k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: you and Joel go out on a rainy night. His protective side turns you on Warnings: 18+ mdni. teasing, footplay, dirty talk, rough sex, piv, oral (m). Light violence (not towards reader). Reader’s hair can be pulled.  No age specified, no outbreak a/n: couple from the 5 days collection. Can be read alone. This is for the April showers challenge by @undercoverpena Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕

Series masterlist | Masterlist

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You and Joel were having dinner at a restaurant. Night had already fallen, and the rain was painting the city streets in darker shades. While waiting for dessert, you breathed out on the window and drew a heart. You smiled shyly, and Joel thought you were the sweetest woman he had ever met. When you slid your shoeless foot from his calf to his crotch, he thought that you were also the sexiest woman he had ever met.

“We haven’t tested this bathroom yet, Joel,” you said, gently stroking your lip with your index finger. Your shy smile was forgotten, giving way to another kind of smile. Without taking his eyes off you, he grabbed your foot and pressed it against his shaft.

“Nah. Wanna make you scream on my cock tonight. I can’t give it to you good here, baby. Wanna do it right.”

Your pussy clenched, and you tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure between them. But he didn’t release your foot, smirking as he saw you grimace in your chair.

The waiter set down your desserts, cutting off the conversation momentarily. You brought the spoon to your mouth, keeping it in longer than necessary.

“Mmm…that’s the best flavor I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

He looked at you, his narrowed eyes glinting.

“Is that right?”

His eyes moved down from yours to your lips, and he pressed your foot tighter against his cock. He grabbed his glass with his free hand and took a sip. It looked tiny between his fingers. And you couldn't help but think about moments when he would push them into your pussy and make you come on them. You tried to calm down as his grin widened. Of course he knew exactly what you were thinking about. You cleared your throat and asked: “are you jealous of a spoon, Mr. Miller?”

“I think I could be jealous of just about anything that comes near you, sweetheart.”

You smiled and took another spoonful.

You walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the parking lot. Joel had his arm around your shoulder, yours was around his waist. The rain started to fall again and you took shelter under a porch of one of the buildings. Joel hugged you and kissed you, his big hands squeezing your ass under your dress. You whined, eager to finally be home and feel his naked body against yours. Two men approached, and one of them said, “nice ass, wanna share?” Joel turned towards them, fists clenched.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He stood in front of you, interposing himself between you and them. They were young. Early twenties.

“I said," Nice ass, wanna share?”. Are you deaf, man?”

Neither he nor you had time to anticipate what happened next. When Joel punched him, you heard a bone crack and the man knelt on the ground. The one who accompanied him approached, hesitantly.

“Get the fuck outta here, kid. Or I ain’t gonna break just this asshole’s nose.”

The guy looked at his friend and ran away. Joel glanced down at the kneeling man, then back at you. Tilting his chin towards you, asking silently if you were ok. You nodded. Joel looked around, and saw a piece of wood on the ground. He grabbed it, before approaching the young man. He held out his hands and shouted “I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” I'm sorry!!" before getting up and running away too.

Joel dropped the piece of wood and moved closer to you, covered your cheeks with his hands, and asked “are you ok, sweetheart?”

“I…fuck, yeah. I think so. What the fuck is wrong with these guys?!”

He took your hand, and said “yeah, I know baby, but it’s ok now. Come on, we can’t stay here.”

You ran to another street under the heavy rain, and Joel didn't keep his eyes off the surroundings. Finally you arrived at the underground tunnel and stopped at the stairs. You were soaked by the rain.

“Okay, let’s wait here until the rain calms down a bit”, he said.

He held you close, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how he protected you, his cool control of the situation, as if he had never doubted his superiority over them. You kissed him, your tongue sliding between his lips. You pressed yourself against him, and slipped your hand between your two bodies and put it on his crotch.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked, his piercing gaze searching for yours. You looked up at him and your stare left no doubt about what you desired.

“Fuck…Did that turn you on?”

You nodded, stroking his cock through his jeans. He was already hard.

“Claim me”, you said.

“What? Claim…here?”

“Yeah, fuck me here. Now. I need it.”

He held your chin between his fingers, trying to read you again. Searching for an ounce of hesitation. But there wasn't any. You slipped your hand into your panties and collected your slick on your fingers before showing him your hand. He took your hand in his and licked your fingers. He groaned. “Shit, ok. ‘m gonna fuck you here, if you want it that bad.” 

He turned you around, pinning you against the cold wall of the tunnel. His fingers eagerly unzipped his jeans before releasing his hard cock. He grabbed your hips, pulling them towards him. He pulled up your dress and pushed your panties to the side, before sliding his fingers along your soaked slit. He hissed through his teeth.

“You’re the filthiest girl I’ve ever known.”

He grabbed his cock in his hand and barely slid it between your folds. You held your breath, ready to feel his cock sink into your core. You wanted him to own you. He bottomed out in one go, and your cheek rubbed against the stone.

“Fuckin’...tight,” he grunted. “That’s what you want? Being railed in a tunnel at night?”

“Yes, fuck….”

“I'm sure you'd like someone to catch us here. So that some guy could see you, hear you moan while you're getting fucked. Let him see that you’re fuckin’ mine.”

He grabbed your hair in his tight fist, and started fucking you hard, grunting every time he thrust.

“Answer me.”

“Yeah, you know I’d love that.” His hand released your hair and it slid down along your breasts, down to your panties.

“Yeah...You’re gonna come on it, now. Wanna feel this pussy clenching me.”

His finger rolled over your clit, as his cock kept pounding you.

“Damn, been hard since the restaurant and the show you gave me there. Fuck.”

He fucked you fast and hard, not letting his fingers leave your clit even for a second. His cock was brushing your g-spot continuously, and you felt your orgasm building. This mixture of pleasure and pain, his cock brutally parting your folds every time he thrust in, his fingers on you. He knew for a long time how to make you cum in a few minutes. When you clenched his cock, your moans echoed in the tunnel. 

You pulled away from him and got down on your knees, your dress falling down your thighs.

“Claim me,” you said again, your eyes raised to him.

“Fuck,” he said, quickly jerking his entire length in front of your face. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, waiting. Your eyes were fixed on each other.

“Shit…gonna paint your face.”

He grunted when the first spurts of cum hit your lips, tongue and chin, and he placed his tip on your tongue for the next two spurts. Your eyes were still fixed on him.

He thrust into your mouth, and you felt him twitch again, until he emptied his balls completely. He rested his hand against the wall so as not to lose his balance as you sucked his cock, swallowing his hot load.

“Fuck, baby….” he was trying to catch his breath, while you were keeping his throbbing cock in the warmth of your mouth.

Finally, he grabbed your elbow, helped you up and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue. You heard the sirens of an ambulance in the distance. He tucked his cock in his pants, took your hand, and you two walked towards the parking lot.

“Told you I wanna make you scream on my cock, tonight. Come on, I’m not done with ya.”

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[katebishopsbow]

SOMEDAY IT WILL ALL BE OKAY • MAX VERSTAPPEN

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader (platonic)

summary: watching kevin and his daughter, laura, playing together at the paddock makes you emotional as you remember the love that you never get to receive growing up. max is here to remind you that your past doesn't define you, and one day you will be okay.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, daddy issues, mentions of absent parent

word count: 3.1k

author's notes: based on the real-life event of me tearing up when i saw that video of kmag's daughter playing with his visor. healing my own daddy issues one fic at a time :)

(image is not mine)

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Kevin Magnussen is a great dad.

People can say whatever they want about his driving – aggressive and maybe a little dangerous sometimes – but there is no denying that he is an amazing father who puts his daughters above all else. The Dane is always joking about how his two little troublemakers have been giving him a constant headache, but the rest of the grid knows that he would do just about anything for his girls.

Occasionally, Louise likes bringing Laura and Agnes to the track to see their dad at work. Being a Formula 1 driver with all the hectic schedules and non-stop traveling means that family time together can often be difficult to come by, so Kevin cherishes all the time he gets to be as present in their lives as possible. 

The drivers all love it when the Magnussens visit the track, not only because Laura and Agnes are the sweetest little angels ever, but also because they get to witness the rare sight of Kevin “tough guy” Magnussen shedding his hard exterior and tease him about the heartwarmingly softer side he displays to his family. 

And while you would never admit this out loud, somewhere residing deep within you is envious – envious of this kind of love that you never got to receive. Sometimes when you look at Kevin interacting with his daughters – just sometimes – you find yourself wondering what it would be like to have a father who is present, who genuinely cares, who loves you with everything they have so much that you never have to doubt your worthiness.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

You were standing with a few other drivers at the track, idly chatting about the upcoming race and your holiday plans now that the winter break is right around the corner when Kevin suddenly saunters nearby, holding the hand of the most adorable little girl. “Laura, come say hi!” he kneels down and says to her, sporting the biggest and most loving smile on his face as his daughter gives a shy little wave to the crowd of drivers before her.

“Hey there, Laura,” you wave at her, settling on a simple greeting since you have never been particularly great with children. “Hello, little one!” Lando greets with a wide grin as he offers Laura a fist bump, and the girl explodes into giggles when he pretends to yelp in pain at how hard Laura fist-bumped him. Classic Lando – always so good with kids.

“She’s got quite the punch, doesn’t she?” Kevin jokes while he chuckles at the sight, admiring the joyous smile on Laura’s face with the tenderest gaze he only reserves for his daughter. Becoming a father is the best thing that has happened to him, and he thanks the stars every day for being blessed with such precious gifts of life. Laura and Agnes – his biggest pride and joy.

“Here to be dad’s little assistant, Laura?” Max asks, his nose scrunching up in an adoring smile like the way it always does when he speaks to Penelope. The little girl nods bashfully before running to hide behind her dad, holding onto his hands as if he is her safe place, her rock.

Kevin laughs at his daughter’s endearing shyness, picks her up and envelops her in his embrace before placing a kiss on her rosy, chubby cheeks. “You’re the best assistant in the entire world,” he whispers softly, adoration swimming in his eyes while Laura lets out a giggle at her father’s words. The drivers around them cannot help but smile along with them – how can they not at such a heartwarming sight? 

Yet watching Kevin’s doting smiles and the way he looks at his daughter as if she is his entire universe, the initial warm fuzziness within you silently morphs into a dull ache that squeezes at your heart – an odd yet familiar feeling you know all too well. Despite your best efforts to push them away, your mind becomes clouded with hazy memories of the past – the painful past that has broken you and haunted you for years.

In the fogged-up memories of your childhood days, you were never at the receiving end of such an affectionate gaze. The only way your father has ever looked at you was indifference, annoyance, and a sense of uncaringness that tore your little heart up into pieces and left you wondering what you did wrong to be so undeserving of the fatherly love you yearned for. 

He never picked you up and hugged you as if you were a fragile treasure that he cherished. He never held your hand in a way that made you feel safe and certain that nothing could ever harm you because he would be your shield, protecting you from the world and its merciless cruelty. He never once made you feel loved and cared for, ignoring your attempts to gain his validation and approval because he loved himself and his ego more than he would ever love you. 

When you received good grades at school and showed him your report card with the rows of A’s, hoping that it would help you get his approval, he didn’t praise you. In fact, he didn’t bother saying anything. He simply gave you a half-hearted nod before shifting his attention back to the damned television screen in front of him, some uninteresting TV show that never should have mattered more than his daughter. So you stuffed the tear-stained report card back into your school bag, uncaring that it got crushed and crumpled, because in the end your hard work and effort didn’t matter. It never did.

When you had a rough day at school and came home with tears running down your cheeks, your father looked at you for a second, rolled his eyes and walked away. So that night you cried yourself to sleep as you soaked through your pillows with your wallowing tears, wishing that your dad could wrap you in his arms and tell you that everything would be okay. You knew that he could hear your sobs across the hallway, but chose to ignore you anyway. You wondered if he hated you that much, or was it simply because he never even cared to begin with?

And when he finally gathered all his belongings and disappeared from your life once and for all, you surprised yourself when you didn’t cry at the sight of the now-empty house. You had just felt empty and lonely – so painstakingly lonely. The kind of loneliness that seeped into your bones and slithered along your veins and consumed your soul. 

As you grew older, you became familiarized with that emptiness – comfortable with it even. You begin to find yourself pushing people away when they get too close, keeping most at arm's length because that seems like the safest option, breaking your own heart before others can do it because you never want to experience the same heartbreak your father has put you through.

Despite how painful it is, you hold onto that loneliness like a lifeline because how could you not when that’s the only thing you know? How could you love when you don’t even know what it feels like?

Even though it had been years since your dad had left, the emptiness he had left behind never seemed to fade away. They say time heals all wounds, but you call that bullshit, because then why does it still hurt like a fresh stab into the heart? 

Too deep in your storm of thoughts, you don’t realize the tears brimming in your glossy eyes and the way your lips quiver ever so slightly. “Hey… you okay there?” Charles, who is standing beside you, gives you an affectionate pat on the shoulders and whispers hushedly in your ear, worried at your sudden change in demeanor. Quickly nodding your head, you answer him with the best smile you can manage, “Yeah, just remembering some things.”

While most of the drivers still have their focus on Kevin and Laura, a few have also noticed your red-rimmed eyes and quietness. “What’s wrong?” Lando mouths the question silently toward you, eyes wide in concern as he tries not to shift everybody’s attention toward you. You shake your head and mouth “nothing” in reply to him as discreetly as possible, not wanting to ruin the group’s mood with your sudden sentiments. 

As much as you want to stay, you simply need to get away for a moment to recollect your thoughts. “Uh – There’s something I need from my driver’s room, so I’m gonna head off,” you hurriedly blink away the tears and put on the best smile – a skill you learned to master after years of being in the public’s eye. You hope that the excuse you just blurted out is somewhat believable, and you quickly disappear into the distance after your fellow drivers bid you goodbye. 

While making a beeline for your driver's room, you cannot help but feel so embarrassed, so guilty for the sudden burst of emotions that erupted in your chest moments ago. “What is wrong with me?” you mumble hushedly to yourself as you make your way to the garage – irritated and beyond annoyed at yourself that the mere sight of Kevin with his daughter is enough to bring you to tears. 

This isn’t something new to you. It isn’t the first time a good father-daughter relationship has made you tear up. Movies, TV shows, song lyrics – you always get so emotional when you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts, thinking too deeply about the painful reminders of the love that you never have. 

It makes you feel stupid, because how broken do you have to be that trivial things like these are enough to make you cry? And it makes you feel scared, so utterly scared, because what if you were too broken to ever be capable of loving someone this much, too damaged to ever receive love despite yearning for it, and end up pushing away everyone who cares about you for the rest of your life.

When you arrive at your driver's room, you take a seat in the corner, breathing in and out while the self-blaming thoughts inside your head spiral in full force. This is so stupid, you are being stupid, and you hate yourself for being a fool and letting your past trauma affect you like this. Why were you even crying? There is nothing to be crying for. Stop. You need to stop.

Then you hear someone calling your name, voice faint and soft behind the door – Max. “You feeling okay?” he asks, and your delayed response and trembling voice as you answer him, “I’m fine.” are a clear enough indicator that you are far from okay. “Alright, I’m gonna come in now.” A sigh of mixed emotions falls from your lips – annoyance that you never seem to be able to lie to the man, and gratefulness that he always understands what you really need, and right now it is the company of your best friend.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says to you, eyebrows ceasing in sadness when he notices the expression on your face. Max hates seeing you like this, especially knowing the reason behind your tears is your absent father – someone who will never be worthy of having you cry over him. 

You wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your race suit, guilt weighing heavily on your chest as you apologize, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to ruin the mood back there. Did the other drivers notice?” Max shakes his head with a frown, refusing to let you blame yourself for something you should never feel guilty for. “You don’t have to be sorry, you did nothing wrong.”

“I don’t even know why I am crying, honestly. Why am I still so angry and sad after all these years? It’s like… am I always going to be like this, broken? Will the hurt ever go away?” you explain truthfully to him while trying to piece your muddle-up thoughts together, yet you struggle to put them into words. How can you begin to explain the years of trauma your dad has left behind? How can you describe the mess of emotions you have for him – the hatred, the resentment, and the fact that you still love and miss him so much even after everything he has done to you?

You don’t need to, because Max understands, he always does. One of the reasons why you two became close quickly is because you share a similar, troubled past – something that is rather unfortunate to bond over, you would argue, but it brings you a great friend nonetheless. Max’s father isn’t exactly absent like yours – Jos Verstappen is still quite prominent in his life, along with his abusive and manipulative ways of raising his kids which he would vehemently deny and claims to be “tough love” instead.

Even though he is there, it doesn’t change the painful truth that the presence of his father has ruined Max. For years, he thought being violent was the way to solve problems because his dad always seemed to be able to solve his with his fist. He used to believe that you had to be perfect to be deserving of good things in life because he grew up with the punishment of “no dinner” if he had performed poorly in a race. He didn’t know if he would ever be capable of loving someone, and then he met Kelly and Penelope.

“You know… when I first met Penelope, I was terrified. I was scared that I could never be a good enough father figure for her, that I was too ruined to show her the love she deserved to have. But then I saw her, and then I realized I love her more than anything,” he confesses as he places himself to sit beside you, a reminiscent smile dancing on his lips while he remembers his first time meeting Penelope, the little girl who has become his family.

He remembers the suffocating fear of ending up like his father when he first held the hands of little Penelope, mind plagued with all the horrible what-ifs. What if he was a terrible dad? What if he couldn’t ever love Penelope? What if he was just like Jos Verstappen and ended up destroying her childhood with his anger and temper the way his dad had with his?

Then Penelope gave him a sweet smile, her tiny hand holding onto his pinky as she looked into his eyes with such trust and comfort, as if she knew that Max would love her more than anything in the world. Max genuinely thought he was going to cry, his heart surging with an overwhelming amount of love and determination to protect the little girl in front of her and give her the home she and Kelly deserve to have, and that’s when he knew that he had nothing to be afraid of – that he was going to do better than his father.

“Listen, kiddo. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, it just makes the pain bearable. But there will be a day when your wound will still be there – it always will be there – but the pain and the hatred will no longer consume you. And you will realize that you can be better and stronger than your past, that you can break the cycle, that you are deserving of such unconditional love too.” You listen quietly to your best friend’s answer, exhaling a relieved sigh at the words you so desperately need to hear, giving you hope that despite all your trauma, one day you will be able to love with such certainty as well.

You are never too broken to love or be loved. You are not damaged goods that need repairing. You are not a monster for being intimidated by love and affection, for pushing people away even though you want more than anything for them to stay. You just need to allow yourself to heal from the hurtful past, to understand that your past trauma does not define you. You need to allow yourself to feel, to accept the depths of your emotions, to understand that your sadness and anger are always valid. You need to believe that you will be better than your father, that you will not follow in his footsteps, and that you deserve to be loved just as much as anyone else. 

Feeling sentimental over this doesn’t make you stupid or a fool, it just makes you human. It is okay to cry over it, to be sad over it, as long as you remember that one day – while things will never be perfect –  it will certainly get better. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” Max tells you with a smile, reaching for your hand to give it a comforting squeeze, and you believe him. For once in a very long time, you genuinely believe that everything is going to be okay. The impact your father has on you will always be there. You can never wipe away the hurt and awful things he has done to you, nor can you simply erase the simultaneous love and hatred you hold for him, but one day you will learn to move on and find closure, and you are going to be okay, just like Max said.

There is a knock on the door, and you can hear your name being called again, this time in the soft and squeaky voice of a little girl. “I’m here,” you answer, and peeking behind the gap in the door is Laura with a cheeky grin on her face. Kevin leads her inside your driver's room with an apologetic smile, “Hey, sorry… Laura says she wants to play with you and insists that I bring her here.” 

You watch as Laura crawls up into the seat next to you and Max, looking at you with the brightest toothy little grin ever, and your lips begin pulling up into a huge smile as well. “Is it okay if she plays here for a while? I’ve got a team meeting in 5 and she never likes coming to those…” Kevin asks apologetically before relief floods his expression when you answer him, “It would be lovely to have a little playdate with Laura.”

“Alrighty, see you later little one,” Kevin leans down to place a kiss on his daughter’s head, reminding her to be a good kid when he is away for the meeting, and you smile at the sight. Not an envious one, or a reminiscent one, but one of contentment because you know that one day you will be able to receive and give such unconditional love to someone too.

Someday, it will be okay. You will be okay.

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[chrisevansonly]

oscar dad fic now. fluffy as hell.

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO PLEASE?!🥲 jk jk imma blurb this 4 you <3

olive was quite the timid little girl, just like her mother she never really loved being around other kids or putting herself out there like her classmates did or the small group of friends she had did. She’d much rather spend time with you and oscar than she did with kids her own age

“momma can I sit in daddy’s car today?”

she held your hand gently as you walked through the paddock making your way to the mclaren garage

“well we’ll have to ask first okay little love?”

“okay! i hope he says yes…i want to be just like daddy”

you couldn’t help the smile on your face, oscar was her hero in every single way, olive was her dad’s biggest fan, it really was the sweetest sight to see

“i see daddy and lando, can i go please?!”

making sure they were insight you nodded

“go ahead my love, i’ll catch up”

she smiled before dropping your hand and running towards her father and his teammate, who she was also close to

“daddy!!!”

hearing his daughters voice he turned and smiled, bending down for her to run into his arms

“hello my darling!”

she squealed happily as he picked her up, peppering kisses across her face and lando laughed noticing you not far behind

“she left you behind again?”

shrugging your shoulders at the brit you smiled

“she usually does, besides she’s much faster than me..nice to see you!”

giving lando a hug you then turned to your husband, hugging him as well before pressing a kiss to his lips

“hi lovie”

oscar smiles stroking your cheek gently

“hi angel, thanks for coming down”

“of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world”

olive laughed as lando put his hat on her head before she peered up at her father from under the brim

“daddy?”

“yes darling?”

“can i sit in your car…?”

you could hear how nervous she was to ask her father, even though she had him wrapped around her little finger

“of course you can, i’m sure lando will let you sit in his too after”

“really?!”

she exclaimed happily, looking towards lando who smiled

“of course! wouldn’t be right to only let you sit in your dad’s would it?”

seeing how olive was with both her dad and lando made you so happy to be apart of the mclaren team, who at this point were more like family to you than anything.

“momma i’m going in two cars!!!”

“yes you are baby! lucky lucky girl aren’t you?”

“mhm!”

standing near the car you watched oscar place her gently inside, her little head not even peeking over the steering wheel, her eyes looking around as she gently touched the steering wheel and the sides of the cockpit

“just like daddy aren’t you honey?”

“yeah! i wanna drive now too!”

oscar laughed leaning in to see her

“let’s start with something smaller first baby, how about that?”

“okay daddy, smaller first than this one!”

olive would come to find out eventually she’d be racing karts for a while before she could graduate to a bigger car, but seeing the excitement and happiness in her little eyes was enough reason for you and oscar to give her the absolute world.

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[ryusuisloveinterest]

Valentine Headcanons about (almost) every fictional character I love 💕 

happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! I hope you know you are appreciated and cared for! Here are some Headcanons on how my fictional crushes would spend Valentine’s Day 💓

featuring: Daiki aomine, Sasuke Uchiha, Takumi Fujiwara, Rindou Haitani, Jean Kirstein, Ryusui Nanami, Spike Spiegel, Hisashi Mistui, Matt Holt, Taehoon Seong, and Damian Wayne

Daiki Aomine:

He’s playing basketball 💀

You’re 100000% sure he forgot what today was because when you gave him a handmade lunch AND a net for catching bugs he just stares at it like “what is this for?”

So as you sadly sit on the bench watching him play

But then he falls idiot

You sigh and walk over to him. “You ok Daiki?”

He groans and kneels with a bracelet in his hand blushing

“H-happy Valentine’s Day…”

You’re speechless. Only for a short moment of course, you quickly begin laughing your ass off

“W-what’s so funny?! Damn Kise telling me to do dumb shit…”

“I love it Daiki! Where’d you get it?” 

“S-satski taught me…”

This man has the largest amount of pride but will always throw it aside for you!

Sasuke Uchiha:

You both would either stay home or be somewhere private 

You both have this secret spot in the woods that you guys have been going to ever since you were kids

So it’s no surprise on your 15th valentines together that’s where the two of you would be

With the little snacks and dinner entrees the both of you made to surprise each other and the nice lighting and river it was perfect

This is also the time he’s most vulnerable with you; kissing your hands, neck, cheek, arms, and of course your lips ;)

He whispers sweet things in your ear and tells you how he’s never loved like this and won’t with anyone else 

“You’re my everything (y/n). I look at you and see a future brighter than all the stars out tonight.”

It’s safe to say he only and will only ever love you

Takumi Fujiwara:

You’ve always went on Tofu runs when you could with Takumi, and it was no different for Valentine’s Day 

When he arrives at your house he’s standing there with a small bouquet 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” He asks you as he drives to the hotel

You shake your head. “It doesn’t really matter as long as I’m with you!”

He can’t help but smile

When he’s done with the deliveries he pulls into a parking lot in front of Lake Akina 

“Can w-we just sit here for a while then? I really just want to be with you.”

You smile at him and lean your head as close as you can to his shoulder. “I’d love that Takumi.”

Rindou Haitani:

Rindou takes you dancing

You both love to dance so it was a win

But of course after that he takes you home

You both cuddle on each other and watch random movies

Rindou has the finest liquor out and the sweetest chocolate and all your other favorite sweets 

He kisses up and down your shoulder as you sit in his lap holding one of his hands

“You’re mine (y/n). And you’re gonna be for my next valentine and the one after that…”

Jean Kirstein 

He cooks for you!

He makes you sit there patiently while he scrambles around creating the perfect meal

“Jean, i don’t mind helping you. I think it’ll be a lot easier if-“

“I got this (y/n)! Just sit there and look beautiful! Tell me about your day. You know I love to hear your voice.”

After he’s FINALLY done cooking, you dine together in the not so fancy living area, but the both of you don’t care

Jean did his best to clean up and set the sweet, loving tone and that’s all that matters to you.

“I love you (y/n). Thank you for making me so happy.”

Ryusui Nanami:

This man goes all out💀

As soon as you wake up it’s the most perfect breakfast in bed

He has to leave to work but literally leaves you his black card to treat yourself and constantly has people arriving with beautiful flowers every 5 minutes

He comes back for lunch and talks to you

“Has your valentines been well? I’ll make sure that you have the best day ev-“

“I really like all the things Ryusui really i do, but…I just really want to spend time with you…”

He pauses

Then calls in like it’s nothing!

The rest of the day is the two of  you lay in bed together and act all cutesy!

“I’m glad you’re my valentines dear. It’s been one amazing day.”

Spike Spiegel:

This broke man does his best I’ll give him that

He buys you flowers and takes you to a pretty nice restaurant. Nothing too fancy but it’s nicer than you normally go to

He lets you order first and gets him something small, which is weird for this man

You both talk for hours the waitstaff is so annoyed

After you two are FINALLY done you both walk back to the Bebop

“Why did you eat so little Spike? You’re normally chowing down!”

He chuckles and keeps walking, “wasn’t that hungry.”

“Come on spike, we’re practically married, I can tell when you’re lying!”

He sighs and mumbled something 

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure I had enough money for you to eat…”

You stop in your tracks

“Spike…”

You kiss him lovingly 

“Thank you Spike. I love you so much.”

He smiles, “ditto.”

Hisashi Mitsui

You’re probably his first valentines tbh

He waits at a cafe with flowers in his hand

When you show up he’s bright red. You’re not even wearing and saying anything spectacular he’s just so nervous lol

You sit next to each other and talk snack and laugh about everything and anything 

After the cafe you head to the park

And after that you go to little stores you see along the way

Mitsui buys you a stuffed animal you were looking at and you bought him a chain necklace he glanced at

It was a really great valentines, especially since it was first

“T-thanks for being my valentine (y/n). I’m glad i get to spend it with you.”

Matt Holt:

He makes this super cool heart shaped projector thing!

He hands you this heart 

It rises shifts into being a projector that displays all of your favorite memories together

It shows the new inductee dance and how the two of you jumping around without a care in the world

Then it shows a lazy night of the both of you “studying” for an exam as the camera zooms into Matt’s face and your giggles from behind the camera

And one of your favorite memories of all, your day at the beach together. Throwing water at each other, making sand castles, resting you head in his shoulder as the sun goes down 

“Matt…this is beautiful… I-I’m speechless…!”

“It’s alright.” He begins, “I know what you’re gonna say. I love you too.”

Taehoon Seong

Mans has no idea what to do

He acts like he doesn’t care as Hansu tries to give him ideas but really he’s terrified of messing something up

So when the day comes you hear a knock on the door you’re surprised to see a nicely dressed Taehoon with a rose in his hand

“Happy Valentine’s Day idiot.”

You smile and kiss his cheek. “Thank you Tae Tae!”

You Motion for him to come in

When he does there’s a nice breakfast for two in the dining room

“I know you don’t like to go out Tae, so I thought we could stay in for the day.”

Oh my gosh that sounds perfect

“Heh, I guess so. At least I’m with you.”

Damian Wayne:

Spoils you with acts of service 

As soon as you wake up you’re greeted with the smell of a nice breakfast in the dining room 

Then you sit in bed as he feeds you chocolate cover strawberries, watching silly movies and drawing pictures for each other 

At the end of the day he prepares a bath for the both of you

You wash each other not like that weirdos and you even blow some bubbles at him

When it’s finally time to sleep he massages your back and whispers about how much he loves you 

Then of course you fall asleep on his chest as he holds you

“Goodnight beloved. I hope you understand how much I love you.”

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[randoimago]

I see you’re doing Hades again! Could you do something with Zagreus x Reader where the reader is a smith in asphodel who offers to make Zagreus armor (maybe as a payment to get out of a contract of some kind?) and over a bunch of escape attempts they fall in love? Bonus points if reader is friends with Eurydice and Eurydice is So Done with the pining and obliviousness (it’s not like Zagreus shows up randomly, he picks which doors to open)

Mutual Pining

Fandom: Hades

Character(s): Zagreus

Note(s): I had a lot of inspo with this request so I hope you enjoy what I wrote <33

The first time he stepped through your door and saw you instead of Eurydice did cause some surprise to appear on his face. But he still greeted you politely. You introduced yourself and when he learned you're an armor smith, well that intrigued him.

And then he found himself visiting you more, bringing nectar as thanks for the upgraded bracers or shoes or whatever armor piece he chose when you gave him the options. He learned more about you and in exchange talked a bit about himself.

Then one day, he's going through the door in hopes to meet you. But then he sees Eurydice instead. It shouldn't surprise him too much since the doors don't exactly have the faces of who he'll be visiting. But he can't help feeling a tad let down. Zagreus still puts a smile on because he does like Eurydice a lot. She still sees through it and asks him about it.

Eurydice can't help but visit you after Zagreus leaves, you explaining that you were very busy and that's why your door wasn't available for him. But she sees through that to the fact that you're sulking too. She is very intrigued to see where this relationship goes. Only for it to go nowhere because you're both too shy or scared of whatever excuse you both have.

"So the kid visited you again?" There's a hint of smugness to Eurydice's voice as she asks you this question. She knows that Zagreus visits you often. He's mentioned it a couple times when he has visited her because your door wasn't around (it was amusing to see the prince sulk a bit).

You already know where she's going with her question, but she continues before you can say anything. "Look, I get it. Love is scary, you don't want to admit you're in love. I will spill everything if I have to deal with you both sulking because you haven't seen each other the next time he runs through."

While Eurydice is the sweetest lady you know (the only one really besides the few that Zagreus has told you about), she can be very scary when she starts threatening. So you, reluctantly, promise that you'll at least attempt to say something the next time he comes through.

Of course, what you don't know, is she gave this same speech to Zagreus before. He had said he was trying to find a nice gift in exchange for all the armor you give him. Something that isn't the same nectar and ambrosia. Eurydice gave him a list of things you like and he has been doing his best to find some of the items.

Zagreus had personally asked his father if he could do something so that your room showed up in Asophodel. While he tried to dodge any questions thrown his way, he saw his mother giving a knowing smile and she helped persuade Hades for him. Zagreus was relieved to get out of that situation and now his heart pounds as he feels the blistering heat around him with the icon of the door that leads to you.

Zagreus did bring some nectar for you, but he also has another gift. What he didn't expect is to see you having something more than armor for him. He takes the bracers from you before sitting down as you present him with some food. You explain that Eurydice helped you make it and that you hope he likes it. And of course he does, as he hands you a gift from Elysium, his own explanation being that Achilles and Patroclus helped him pick out something worthy enough for you.

While it's not quite a confession from either side, it's obvious that the feelings are there and there's more than just pining. Zagreus promises that you both will go fishing for his next run when he looks like less of a mess. He isn't expecting the kiss you give to his cheek, but his bright smile lets you know that he very much enjoyed it.

#Anonymous #hades game x reader #zagreus x reader

[moumouton4]

hello dear 🤗 I love your writing, so I just had a idea about Mikey having a S/O who is very sweet and kid hearted but one day he followed her and found out that she is very insane and was taking her anger out on some guys and beating them. He accidentally made a noise and S/O saw him. She then suddenly says she wants to break up cause she is popular because of her kind personality and threatens to kill him if he told anyone about this. I am sorry if this is too much I just love against 😭

What You Can't See Deep Down || Mikey x fem!reader

Part 2 : A Fresh Start

A/n : Hewo I hope you'll like it. I love writting angst but it's just so hard not to kill everyone and call it a day 😂 Because it's way more difficult to find real good endings... but not impossible

Warning : Angst angst angst kinda fluff, murder, murder attempt, blood, mention of violence not against reader,

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1520

Little song I listened while writing it ( and also a lot of symphonies lmao but this one just feels right ✅ )

To everyone who knew you from near or far, you seemed like the kindest, sweetest and soft hearted person ever

Always showing off, helping the elderly with their shopping, children with their homework, or your classmates if they were having problems with other students

Even your boyfriend Mikey was convinced of this and had instructed members of the Tokyo Manjikai to always be there if you had a problem of any kind

However, looking wasn't the same as being. And you were far from being what you pretended to be

One day after a meeting of the Tokyo Manjikai, Mikey decided to drop by your place to say hello and suggest a walk in the park, despite the late hour, as he had a lot to do and little time to spare

When he arrived at your house, he saw the light and your room turned off, so he assumed you'd dozed off. Not wanting to disturb your sleep, he decided to turn back and spend a double time with you tomorrow

However, as he turned down an alley, he heard a voice roaring insults. His eyebrows furrowed at the resemblance of the voice to yours

Just as he was about to ignore it, he heard a frightened, weeping voice imploring not to be hurt. The breaks in the sentences clearly indicated that the person was being beaten

So he decided to take a look around to see who on his territory was beating the crap out of someone else

Once in the tight, poorly-lit alleyway, he kept his guard up, guided by the two voices he heard

When he realized the scene before him, the jacket on his shoulders almost fell to the ground

There you were, Y/n, with a metal bar in your hand, beating this other girl sitting on the ground. He soon noticed that you weren't hitting the vital points and were concentrating only on her arms and legs, to make his torture last even longer

"That's it, you stupid bitch, scream louder and you might end up amusing me"

You lifted the bar and placed it on the girl's neck, pushing her against the wall, suffocating her slightly, the panic in her eyes reflecting the intensity of the confusion in the blond's gaze

A rustling sound made you realize that someone was standing there. You pushed the bar away from her neck and turned before meeting your boyfriend's gaze "Heyyyy Mikey, what are you doing here ? Didn't you have a meeting scheduled ?" your voice had suddenly returned to its sweet, naïve tone

He swallowed his saliva before replying in a nonchalant tone "It's actually over. What are you up to here ?"

"Oh me ? Just having a little chat with a friend here" you said, forcibly lifting her off the wall and wrapping your arm around her bloody shoulders

"With a metal bar ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow

"All you have to do is ask her. Here" you said, pushing her towards him. She stretched out her arms towards him, her face expressing intense fear - unable to run because of her injured legs - she tried to walk quickly at least

But before she could get any closer, you knocked her to the ground with a swing of your bar. Her body crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from her head

As his eyes widened, you chuckled "Okay, maybe we weren't the best of friends"

"Y/n why did you-"

"Oh no, I'm not going to have to argue with you too" you said your attention focused on the metal bar, gently spreading the blood on it with one finger

Mikey was silent for a second, had you just threatened him ? Were you even aware that you weren't up to fighting him ?

"You know you can't kill people on Tokyo Manjikai territory like that. Being my girl can't shield you from everything-"

For the 2nd time you cut him off "I don't want to be protected, and besides, I don't need you anymore, Sano"

Mikey found himself at a loss for words, Sano ? since when did you call him by his last name ? and why were you approaching him like that ? you weren't going to try and hit him ?

But he soon found himself cornered, evading your blow as you swung your metal bar with all your might

"Hey, what's the matter with you ? Why do you say don't you need me anymore ? What are you talking about ?"

You went for another swing, but he caught the bar in mid-air, and you tried to retrieve it, but he was hanging on to it

"You're going to tell everyone aren't you ? And then you'll destroy everything I've built. My empire surrounded by morons who think I'm stupid"

"Never" he replied his voice unwavering "Everyone has a darker side too, and I'll never betray-"

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ! LEAVE ME ALONE !"

Your cry disturbed him and he almost loosened his grip on the metal bar. Truth be told, he didn't give a damn about what you'd just done. He was kind of impressed by your strength but still shocked to discover it that way. But he loved you sincerely, and that was the only reason he didn't resent you at the time

"You don't need to get so carried away. We can make it up to you-"

"I'll make up for it with a metal bar through the head"

Mikey tightened his grip on the bar and snatched it out of your hand before hurling it across the street

He thought you'd snapped for some reason and hugged you, hoping to ground you and help you think clearly. But all you did was struggle, pushing him away with all your might, screaming and trying to hit him as hard as you could

Despite his embrace, you nevertheless managed to reach for a knife that was safely in your pocket. Your hand gripping it tightly, hoping to stab him in the back or his head if you had enough impulse

As you swiftly raised your hand, bringing it up to your head before striking, another hand gripped your finger with force. You swore it could have broken your wrist if its grip was any tighter

Before you could understand what was happening and whose hand was bigger than yours was, a roaring voice shattered your eardrums

"What shit are you trying to pull on us Y/n ?!?"

And before you could reply to your interlocutor, he snatched the knife from your hand and sent you flying into an alley wall

Mikey looked at his long-time friend with wide eyes "Kenchin what the hell are you doing ?"

"She tried to stab you, you fucking asshole !" he said, pointing to the knife you'd just try stab him with a few seconds earlier

His eyes widened before coming to rest on your form on the ground

"Open your eyes, she wanted to kill you" Draken resumed

His eyes still on you, he finally thought that perhaps your feelings for him weren't as strong as his own. He looked at Draken decisively "Give me that knife Kenchin"

Draken did so without question "We'll take her home. In the meantime, go find Mitsuya and Baji and we'll talk to her folks. After that, they'd better take good care of her. I don't know, maybe get her treatment or something. Ask the others to come and flood this alley with bleach and remove all this evidence"

Draken's face was stunned, of course Mikey wasn't going to report you to the police for murdering that girl. Of course he still loved you, you couldn't erase a 2-year relationship in one evening. But after what you tried to do, he'd rather cover those up than have the police catch you

In Draken's eyes, Mikey certainly had hope that you'd get better, but the same couldn't be said for him. You were rotten inside and nothing could change that for him.

After handing back the knife, Mikey gently approached your knocked out body and gently pushed the hair out of your face before taking you on his back with the utmost care

He was determined to resolve the situation and get back to the Y/n he knew. He was ready to turn a blind eye to the violence you were displaying, and he'd even have been ready to get you into the Tokyo Manjikai if you wanted to let off some steam and beat more people. But for the time being, he just wanted to make sure that your mental health didn't destroy you physically, because who knows what you'd be capable of now that he'd discovered your true nature

He was hoping so hard that one might think he was hoping for you too. But would you be able to fully embrace this hidden nature or would you continue to play the coy good girl to attract the sympathy of your peers ? Only you could decide. So what are you going to do now ?

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🧶🎨 Again my requests are open 🎁🎀

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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[m-jelly]

HI HI HI HI 👀 WANT TO SEE POSTWAR HUSBAND LEVI COMFORTING OUR READER AFTER NIGHTMARES WITH EREN (HER BROTHER. PLEASE I JUST WANT LEVI AND READER RO TALK ABOUT EREN AND HOW HE SACRIFICED) LOVE YOU

It hurts to remember

Post War Levi x fem!Reader

Canon world, post war, younger brother Eren, married, nightmares, talking about the war, grieving, comfort, love.

Levi comforts you and talks you through your nightmares and the loss of your young brother, Eren.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

It took a moment for you to register where you were and what was going on. The room was just so dark and your heart was hurting. A soothing warmth was next to you, but the tears running down your cheeks. It hurt to think of your younger brother and it didn't help that your nightmares kept making you relive everything.

Eren was your younger brother and you used to think he was a sweet kid who always got into trouble, but Mikasa was there to save him once she became part of the family. You often had your head in a book, allowing you to connect with Eren's friend, Armin.

It was clear from a young age that Eren would cause problems because he had big ideas, but you thought it would be the military police telling you about Eren being a pain. You did not expect the life that unfolded before you. As you worked to get by and support your brother and sister, Eren decided he wanted to be a scout.

You encouraged your brother because you believed in him, but you hoped with all your heart he would live. The day Eren was chained up and the possibility of him being killed was the day you met the love of your life. Though your first encounter with your now husband was not romantic, it was an intense moment with heightened emotions.

You understood why Levi hurt your brother, it was to show he could be tamed and controlled and wasn't going to be a titan on the loose. It was hard to explain to Mikasa all this and it caused a fight that took time to resolve. Levi was sweet enough to let you visit Eren alone and care for him when needed. As you cared for Eren, Levi got to know you more and soon you both were stealing kisses behind walls and in Levi's office.

Everything was perfect for a while, with Eren helping out, Mikasa getting stronger and you having the sweetest wedding ever and becoming Mrs Ackerman. Then everything turned bad.

Sending your family off to war was one thing, but having only two return was heart-wrenching. You knew you'd be broken if Levi died, but you counted your blessings that he lived. Hearing Eren died at the hands of his sister was tragic.

Levi told you about Eren's actions and it tore you apart. Eren was no better than the people in Marley who wanted Paradis destroyed. Eren killed thousands of innocent lives. No matter how much you thought about it, you couldn't find reason in his actions. You were furious with him. You wanted to hit him so badly, but also hold him. Eren likely made the choice he thought was best. Eren probably felt like he had no other option. Eren put a stop to the Titans, but what had he started?

War was never going to stop. Humans were always going to fight over something. Though there was peace now, how long was it going to last? Eren acted to save people, but it was a temporary thing. No matter how much you thought about it, you don't think you'd ever truly understand the world around you. The titan curse needed to end, that was true, but was there another way?

Why didn't Eren ask for help? Why did Eren go alone in his path?

You hurriedly rubbed your tears away when Levi called your name in a deep and sleepy voice. "Levi."

He rolled onto his side and released a long sigh as he looked you over. He reached over and rubbed your belly. "What's going on?"

You rolled to face Levi and cuddled up to him. "Nightmares."

"About?"

"Eren."

He hummed and rubbed your back. "Right. Do you want to talk?"

You started telling Levi your thoughts about your dead little brother. Once you were finished the room went silent for a while. You spoke softly. "I know his acts led to you losing so many people you love, along with my half-brother. I cannot apologise enough to you for what you went through."

Levi cupped your face. "You are not to blame for their actions, okay? You didn't know at all what was going on."

You sniffed as the tears formed. "Why didn't he just talk to someone? Why didn't he just tell people what he saw? If he talked then maybe you all could have found a way. He didn't need to kill all those people. Right?"

"I don't think we'll ever know and no matter how much we try, we won't get an answer." He sighed. "Eren did what he thought was right. He acted to prove something to Ymir. I think this was all to do with love. Armin told me, from what Eren had said, that Ymir was in love with the king and the king made her do terrible things. Mikasa giving up her love for Eren for the good of us all was the act to prove to Ymir, that you can let love go."

You frowned. "But the king never loved Ymir. Making her do terrible things and she claimed that all this pain, all this suffering, all this hate and all this murder was an act of love? How did she not wake up and see? For hundreds of years, she suffered and he not once helped her or returned her love. She was alone in that weird void. All alone. Being abandoned and used is not love. All this could have ended if she just woke up and realised the truth."

Levi played with your hair. "I don't know, my darling, I don't. All I know is I could never give you up. You're my reason for living." He kissed you and smiled. "It's horrible to say, but no matter how hard you try I don't think you'll ever be able to understand his choice or Ymir, or everything else. You'll only hurt yourself if you do. Sometimes people do things without thinking, or they have thought a lot about it and their reasoning is different to our own."

"You're right."

He kissed you and smiled. "But if you ever want to talk it through, we can."

You smiled sweetly at Levi. "Thank you, but you are right. No matter how long I think about it, I won't understand him. I should focus on the life I have. The love I have and the happy memories I made and will make."

Levi rubbed your cheek sweetly. "Good girl."

"I love you, Levi Ackerman."

"I love you too. Forever and always."

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[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 3: Calon

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader

word count: 2.4k

a/n: happy valentines day! i wanted to get something out on heart day related to our heart man! i have, like, half an hour to spare so i made it (barely) have some flirting

next

After crying to Marco for a good while, you were finally able to collect yourself. He listened as you sobbed incoherently before finally able to tell him what you were trying to say the whole time. Hell, it even almost brought a tear to his own eye. The kid you saved all those years ago just happened to come back? That he had become a doctor somewhat because of you? Wanted to work here because of you? If that wasn’t the sweetest thing, he wouldn’t know what was.

All of the dots were connecting. To what? You had no idea, but things were connecting. Now to just go with the flow and find out what happens. 

Once you gathered yourself back up, you went back to work. You didn’t have time to wallow or really dwell on emotions for too long. Hospitals didn’t run themselves…maybe this is what Marco meant by you work way too much. 

Law didn’t ask who saved him again, seemingly respecting their decision to remain anonymous. You knew you’d tell him one day, you just weren’t ready for that bag of worms right now. You were already in enough of a tizzy with them coming back here. And there you were, using the word tizzy. Dammit Marco.

The weeks flew by and, before you knew it, it was time for quarterly reviews. Naturally, the two nearly had perfect marks. You had a couple of critiques here and there, but you would coach them through it as did Marco. This was still part of their learning process, after all. They both took well to the criticism, so that was also good. You had far too many people who just couldn’t take such comments. They never lasted long. Hell, you still received criticism from others to this day. It was a constant learning process.

You had made sure to check in on Law and Robin at least once a week. Marco kept you updated of course, but you liked to be able to talk to the interns themselves and get their feedback on their programs.The two of them didn’t seem to have any complaints. They were adjusting well and were enjoying their time. Well, with Law you couldn’t tell. He still didn’t say a whole lot, but he didn’t seem unhappy, so there was that. 

Today, some new nurses were starting. There were three of them. Two regular nurses and one that was going to be working in the pediatric unit. When you went to the conference room to meet them, you noticed Law with them. He saw you and immediately went white.

“You know them? Why didn’t you say anything?” You tilted your head to the side, folding your arms across your chest. You had mentioned some new nurses and he never once said anything. Why?

Law’s face darkened as if he was a child that had gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar. “Uh, it never came up?” You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment. The trip suddenly threw their arms around Law and his face grew more red, but he didn’t seem to fight them.

You just shook your head, amused by the scene. “Aw, c’mon, boss! Don’t be like that! We’ve been friends since we were kids!” One of them chimed. “We all wanted to also help people, but we weren’t sure if we had what it took to be doctors…so we went with the next best thing!” Another chimed.

You laughed, nodding. “I see that. Well, nurses are just as important as doctors. They are the face of the hospital. They are the first people that patients see and do a lot of things to help doctors.” 

They just stared at you, shocked by your answer. “What?” 

“A lot of people usually laughed at us for wanting to be nurses. Saying that we’re too stupid to be doctors and that’s why we’re nurses.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “That’s not true. Nurses have to memorize a lot. It isn’t easy and they work just as hard. And from your marks, you all scored really high, so clearly you’re not lacking in the brain department. Just because you don’t have the title of doctor or don’t go to school as long doesn’t mean you’re any less important.”

The three nurses looked at you. It almost seemed like they wanted to cry. “Law, why didn’t you tell us your boss was so cool!” They all cried. “Ah, get off of me!” Still, he didn’t exactly fight them off either.

“What’s going on here?” You look over, seeing Marco join your side as he watches the scene before him. “Would you look at that, he does have a heart,” he mumbled to you, making you elbow him in the ribs. “Be nice.”

You watched the scene for a moment more before you spoke up. “Alright, let’s let Law get back to work. We have some introductions, yeah?” The quartet all split up, Law quickly beelining for the exit once he was free. It truly was nice to see this softer side of him. That was always incredibly important when it came to being a doctor - in your opinion. Some would argue and say otherwise, but you knew what you were about. There was a reason your hospital was one of the top in the region.

Introductions began and you learned their names were Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. They had grown up with Law, meeting him shortly after he left your hospital. They all grew up in the same town and all moved here along with him. Friends for life they had said. It was truly heartwarming. 

You had known Marco in the same way. You knew him before you had become a doctor, but you weren’t really friends. You knew each other in passing because your fathers used to be friends, but you didn’t really start becoming friends until college. Now you were basically attached at the hip. 

Again, you weren’t able to stay for long past introductions as you had meetings to attend to, but you were glad to have been able to witness the cute scene earlier. It also provided some insight on some other things. 

When lunch rolled around, you needed to get out of the office. Meetings made you want to bash your head into the wall already, but with the board of doctors from other hospitals, it was worse. Most of the time it wasn’t even important. They all just wanted to fluff their own egos and brag about whatever they did that week. You couldn’t care less and you were never one to brag, but you had to attend the meetings for a reason you’d long forgotten.

You decided you’d treat the newcomers and your interns to lunch. The nurses were fresh off the press and the interns had glowing reviews for their quarterlies, so you thought you’d treat them to something nice. A welcome and a celebration.

You picked out a nice restaurant, told them to pick out what they wanted, and you’d go get it. The trio of nurses were more than excited to receive free food, so you kept that in mind. Robin had initially declined, saying that her boyfriend was going to come and visit, but you told her to pick something out for him as well. You had met him a few times before and he was…well…super. Fantastic guy. He was full of energy and always treated Robin with the utmost respect. He was her fanboy and she was his fangirl. You could tell they were in love - it was cute.

After grabbing all the food, you started heading back. It wasn’t far from the hospital and you could use the fresh air; you decided to just walk there and back. On your way back, however, you had that feeling again. Ah, shit. How were you supposed to do this with your hands full? Your body moved and you braced yourself for everything crashing to the ground, but your foot stuck out instead, catching someone - everyone knows who - on your leg like a clothesline.

“Again?” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. Rosinante quickly straightened himself out and you stood back up. He looked at you with amazement. “Not only is it you saving me again, but you did it with no hands!” He seemed completely and totally flabbergasted. 

Though, you’re not sure how you always miss him. How do you never see him before the moment of impact? It’s not like he’s exactly the type of person to blend into a crowd. He was insanely tall. Sure, there were other people who were also just as tall, if not taller. You knew of a pastor downtown who was like a skyscraper, and a lot of the Charlotte family had incredibly tall people in their family tree.

But still, how? Especially with how observant you are. Nothing usually slips past you, but he somehow does every single time.

“How do you always show up at the most convenient times?” he asked, still staring at you. You shrugged, giving him a lazy smile. “Maybe it’s fate bringing us together,” you teased, winking at him. You had no idea why you did that, you started mentally scolding yourself. Maybe Marco was getting to you - or at least influencing you.

You watched as his eyes widened and his entire face turned a bright red color. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, shaking your head. “Chill out, I’m only kidding.” You mused, turning to leave. “Alright, be careful!” 

You didn’t want to be around him too long in fear of saying the wrong thing and him finding out everything. It was always a constant fear in the back of your mind. That he’d make all the connections. Who you were in relation to what happened but also being who you were and then things going belly up. What would he even do? You had no idea. Logically nothing, but you couldn’t help but worry in that overthinking brain of yours.

“Wait!” You stopped, mentally cursing. Of course. Fate and her games. “Where are you going with all that food? I could help you!”

You narrowed your eyes, looking him up and down. “I don’t know if I trust you.” He was an incredibly clumsy person and you really didn’t want to have to come back for more food. You already almost lost everything once. You didn’t want to lose it for real.

He shrugged, looking you dead in the eyes. “I think I’ll be fine with you by my side.” 

You weren’t sure if it was the eye contact or with the way he phrased it but now you were the one turning red and he was the one that was smirking. You sputtered for a moment, quickly recovering. “F-Fine.” You let him take some of the food, relaxing a bit more as you weren’t struggling as much. 

On the walk back, you made some small talk. Mostly about his clumsiness since that’s how the two of you kept running into each other. You had to catch him a couple of times so he didn’t end up ruining the food. Then you smelled something…burning?

“What’s that smell?” You stopped, sniffing the air before looking at Rosinante. Your eyes bulged out of your head as you saw that the man was on fire. “What?!” You were floored. Who the hell just caught on fire like that? What the hell? You set your things on the ground before ripping off your jacket and trying to beat the flame.

After it was put out and you were over your initial shock, you picked up your things and continued walking. “Does that happen often?” you asked, referring to the literal roast that Rosinante just received. “Ah, sometimes. Not sure how it happens.”

“Well, when you figure it out, let me know because that’s not normal but it’s also kind of fascinating.” 

The both of you laughed and next thing you knew, you were at the hospital. “Oh, we’re here.”

Rosinante stopped, staring at the building. “Oh, you work here?” There was a mixture of emotions on his face but he pushed those aside to look at you. You nodded at him. “It’s my hospital, actually. I run it.” You grinned widely at him.

His jaw dropped. “That means you know my son! He works here!” You feigned ignorance, pretending to not know. “Oh? Who’s your son?”

“Law! He wanted to be a doctor and he wanted to come here after they saved his life! It’s the whole reason we moved back.” His face softened. “We were also hoping we’d be able to meet our savior if they were still around, but it seems like they want to remain anonymous, just like back then. Which is understandable considering…” He trailed off, looking at you as he realized he was probably saying too much.

You shook your head. “It’s okay, you don’t have to disclose everything to me.” You smirked, winking at him. “But, patient confidentiality and all that, I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

“I’m not a patient though.”

“Did I not treat your wounds the last time I saw you?”

“That…is a good point. I can see why you’re a doctor.”

“Thank you, thank you. My sharp mind is what got me to where I am.” You bowed ostentatiously, making him laugh. A grin spread across your own face.

“Doctor!” You looked over, seeing one of your underground nurses running towards the both of you. “We have an emergency!” You could only imagine what could’ve been happening. With the underground hospital, it could be anything. But, usually, you weren’t exactly needed, so if someone was looking for you, it had to be bad.

You immediately tensed, looking at the man next to you. “Can I ask you for a huge favor?”

“I mean, you’ve saved my ass more than once, I think I can spare a favor or two for you.” He smiled lopsidedly and you offered a small one in return.

“Can you please take the food inside to the front desk so I can deal with this emergency? Just tell them that I told you to drop it off. The receptionist will take it from there.” The man nodded, taking the rest of the food.

“Leave it to me.”

You smiled, thanking him. “You’re a lifesaver. And be careful!” Then you ran off with the nurse, hoping that whatever the emergency was, it wasn’t too awful.

#im not even gonna queue this up so it goes on vday lmao #also sorry if it's a little shorter and weird it's been...a long fucking week #im also trying not to rush things too much lmfao #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #corazon x reader #corazon #rosinante corazon #am fics #sc

[differenteagletragedy]

Oh my god not a request but the dad x2 Cliff/Big Brother Cove nonnie here and oh my god all those HCS were so so cute(and also I definitely see the vision for Cliff wanting another kid too as well now) and this isn’t so much of a request but a concept™️ (So Obviously if my math is off here please ignore) but the best man sibling concept had me thinking, if we’re talking that the nugget is born when Cove is 19-20ish they would be a toddler around Cove and MCs wedding right? So I raise you, Cove’s baby sibling being their flower child. Also along the bestie Kyra vein, Kyra is an absolute godsend here because not only are you trying to wrangle a toddler and a wedding(a feat in and of itself), but you also have Cove and Cliff who are in big feels about the wedding too; so while she’s definitely there for Cove whenever need be, when Cliff needs to focus on being there for Cove with best man stuff she is absolutely there helping with whatever you need with you and the little one, whether just giving you a breather or helping cart around things you’ll need for them, Kyra absolutely has your back.

And don’t even get started on Cove, he’s in getting ready with his party and he’s canonically pretty nervous before the whole thing and every time he’s sitting down and a little pale (he’s getting married, he’s so happy he’s getting married but, in true cove fashion /oh my god/ he’s actually getting married.) his little sibling runs up and tries to give them their little basket or a handful of petals/confetti/tiny shells to cheer him up and they’re so determined about it he just can’t stop laughing. (And if Cliff gets to see this good luck, because they haven’t even hit the venue and here come waterworks. But those are his kids and they’re buddies! Thank you very much.)

And with some luck the wedding goes over without a hitch(other than Cove almost fainting, but it’s okay that’s part of his charm) but of my god the photos, while in my hc Cliff’s lockscreen is definitely some candid of his partner on the beach, there’s a picture of Cove and (canon!)Mc holding his little sibling together all in their lovely outfits and that’s literally going to be his homescreen until the end of forever, because once again those are all his kids and he’s so so happy and proud of them, Thank You Very Much. And for the next holiday/birthday/event please get Cliff a nice framed/printed version of the family picture the wedding photographer took with the two of you, Kyra, Cove, MC and the baby. Like no joke it might be one of his favorite things, he just? Sometimes looks at it and has to take a moment to let it sink in that, wow that really is his family, and that’s so amazing for him.

But anyway! Sorry for the long ask, but the idea bug bit and I thought it would be fitting for Cliff Appreciation hours, plus I just think this whole concept of the Holden(+Last&Preece obviously) family is the sweetest thing ever.

THANK YOU I LOVE IT ALL WHAT A GIFT

Yes yes yes Cove's little sibling being in the wedding, of course! And man, Kyra really is that great, isn't she? Kyra is so crazy about Cliff and his new partner, she's so happy he found love again and that he has someone to take care of him. There would never be any weirdness at all, it's just really nice.

Oh and Cliff's poor heart every time Cove and new kid interact! His lockscreen is a candid of MC on the beach stoppppp he's so in love!

Do more do more!

#our life beginnings and always #cliff holden #our life cliff

[noki-is-soup]

DTKQ as Dads

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst

Pairings: cc!Dream, cc!Sapnap, cc!George, cc!Karl, cc!Quackity (All romantically)

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Dream- One of the best partners you could ask for. He would turn this kid into an athlete as soon as he could. Almost any time you look outside, you can see them running around. Dream would purposely miss shots just so your guys’ kid could win. As they grew up, Dream would slowly up his skill, just so it starts becoming a real competition every time they play. When you two are watching their games, he would keep his arm around your waist and your head on his shoulder. The only place he struggles is dressing the poor child.

“Surprise! New clothes!” Dream walks into your guys’ bedroom with your child dressed in flashy clothes that don’t match.

“Oh, angel. What did Daddy do to you? Come here.”

Sapnap- Sapnap is another very sporty partner, but he mostly focuses on basketball. By the time your kid is ten, they can probably shoot three-pointers with decent accuracy. Sapnap would definitely try to convince you to play with them, especially with the adorable smile they both shared. Anytime you and Sapnap got into a fight, he would try to cook you something for forgiveness. When it failed horribly, he tried to jokingly blame it on the toddler. Now, this child was obviously half his DNA, because they started arguing with him instantly.

One day, when you were all watching a movie, your baby started wheezing. Obviously, both of you were concerned. Later on, you realized they were just laughing. Sapnap’s face suddenly dropped, concerning you greatly.

“That child… is mine, right? Not, um, Dream’s?”

“No, you are my one and only, don’t worry. I think we just need to go have a chat with Uncle Dream about how much time he’s spending with our baby,” you jokingly replied.

George- The type of dad to let his kids climb all over him and do his make up, FOR SURE. His kids could ask for the moon and he would give it to them. George would also be the one to go take care of the baby when it cried at night while you slept. He wouldn’t want to wake you, and he probably wouldn’t ever tell you that he woke up, just so you don’t feel bad.

“Did [child’s name] wake up last night?” You looked at him with a small smile on your face.

“Nope. Slept like a log,” George lied, kissing your forehead.

Karl- He wouldn’t be able to give up that child for a second. Dropping then off at daycare, even just putting them down for a nap or to go to bed would force tears into his eyes. He hated leaving his child. But, if he was sad, you got cuddles, so it wasn’t the worse thing in the world. Karl would make sure he could show up to all of his child’s events, no matter how busy he is. He would definitely want more than one kid, having too much love to give to just you and one child.

“Karl? Come to bed. They’ll be okay,” you say from the doorway. He looks at you with tired eyes and one of his children in his arms.

“But. What if they have a nightmare? Who’s going to comfort them?” He looked down at them. His eyes were bloodshot and he had bags around his eyes.

“They’ll be okay, baby. Please just come to bed. You’ll see them in the morning.” You grab the child in his hands and put them in the crib. You grab his hands and pull him up.

Quackity- The sweetest dad ever. The type of dad to carry their child to bed when they fall asleep in the car. On family nights, he would always pick games he played in his childhood and would always try to throw some Spanish in here and there, hopefully helping them learn another language. He’s very close with his family, so he would always take them to his parents’ house so they can see their grandparents. Since he loves driving, he always takes the kids on a drive so they will fall asleep.

“They won’t stop crying, and I don’t know what to do,” you cried, exhausted from not sleeping. You held your child in your hands and cried. You felt like a terrible parent.

“Go to sleep, mi amor. I’ll take them for a drive.” He took them from your arms and kissed you softly. You watched as the child flailed in his arms as he took them out of the room. You passed out almost instantly.

#noki:blushed: #dream x y/n #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x reader #sapnap fluff #sapnap #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x y/n #mcyt x gender neutral reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x y/n #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n

[cwritesforfun]

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Fem!Reader: Dating Mav’s Daughter

Pete/Maverick is your Dad. He’s dating Penny. You’re a WSO because as your dad says “you have a more brainy brain than aviators.” You’ve been friends with Bob since flight training. You started dating him 1 year ago after a dangerous mission you had together and you love him. Y/N = Your Name

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been at Top Gun for 2 weeks. We’ve been practicing drills a lot today. My dad has me switch with different aviators all day, which stresses me out. I have to think like each of them thinks and anticipate how I can best help them. Everyone says they like having me fly with them, but I don't know if they’re lying or not. I’m drained from the day and want to sleep, but we’re going to the Hard Deck as a team to drink since we have tomorrow morning off.

I see my dad waving me over and I run over to him. My dad exclaims “Hey. Are you okay?” I answer “I’m just tired.” He replies “As your dad, I love you and want you to relax. As your captain, I think the team would like to have you there. I can tell that everyone is comfortable around you and I know sometimes it may seem like I push you a lot. I think you have a brilliant mind and a very friendly personality that helps in the air.” I reply “I know you mean well and you’re pushing me to succeed. I don’t think it’s too much. I can handle it.” He asks “Of course, you can, kid. You’re my daughter for Pete’s sake. Ah, see what I did there?” I laugh and he asks “So as your dad, are you and Bob dating?” I smile and answer “Yes. We’ve been dating for one year. We try to keep our relationship private because we don’t want anyone to treat us differently. How did you know?” He answers “He’s not great at hiding his feelings for you. I can also see how he gravitates toward you in a room of people and I can see him visibly relax near you. He also seems more open to sharing and talking near you. I think it’s great how you two bounce off each other’s ideas and uplift each other.” I reply “That’s really nice to hear, Dad.”  He says “Bring him over to me and Penny tonight. I want to meet him as your boyfriend.” I reply “Okay. But be nice, Dad.” He smiles and says “I always am, kid.” We hug and I leave.

After changing into more relaxed clothes for the bar, Phoenix and I head out in her car. The boys took their cars earlier. Phoenix asks “So are you and Bob ever going to do PDA at work?” I answer “No, Phoenix, we’ve talked about this. Bob and I want to keep our relationship private at work because we don’t want everyone in the Air Force world to know. Friends know and anyone who sees us out together would know, but we don’t want our love life to interfere with work.” She replies “Ugh you’re too sensible. I love you, Y/N. I told Bob to ramble today and he talked about how much he loves you. It was the sappiest and sweetest ramble that I’ve ever heard while I’ve been flying.” I reply “I did not have the same experience with Hangman.” She asks “Oh no, what did you talk about with him?” I answer “He asked about Bob’s favorite sex poses? I did not respond to that because it was unprofessional. I switched the topic to how Hangman has a lack of sex life. That really angered him and we’ve flown the best we’ve flown together today.”  She starts cracking up and cannot stop laughing until we arrive.

I notice the boys with several opened beers and a pool game going when we get there.

I walk over to Bob who smiles when he sees me. I stand between his legs and hug him. I say “My dad wants to meet you.” He replies “But I know your dad. Why does he need to meet me again?” I answer “He wants to meet you as my boyfriend.” He asks “How did he know?” I answer “He said that he sees your feelings for me on your face and how you find me in a room.” He replies “Oh, okay...” I poke him on the shoulder and ask “What’s up? What’s bothering you?” He answers “I’m sorry if I’m too obvious about my feelings. I try to hide them, but your face just lights up the room every time. I need cheering up sometimes. I know we keep our relationship private at work, but I like being around you. You’re my girlfriend, but you were my best friend first.” I smile and kiss him on the cheek. I then say “You’re so cute when you ramble about your love for me. I love you, baby. You are always welcome to be near me. I love being around you too and you make me the happiest human.” He smiles and we kiss.

Bob sighs and exclaims “Okay, let’s get this over with. Let’s go say hi to your dad.” I laugh and take his hand.

We walk over to my dad and Penny who are sitting at the end of the bar. I say “Hi Dad. Hi Penny.” They turn to face us and smile. My dad hugs me and so does Penny. I introduce Bob as Robert and my dad introduces himself as Pete. We talk about having a double date one day when we are all free. My dad asks Bob about his intentions with me and I laugh at his reaction. He just took a sip of water and just spewed it all over the seat next to my dad. Bob says “Uh sorry about that… I just …. Wow I did spit everywhere … Whew that was weird…” I notice his eyes grow panicky wide and I slide my hand over his. He tends to ramble and panic when he gets nervous. He’s so cute. I squeeze his hand as he inhales and exhales calmly. Bob continues “My intentions with Y/N… she is my world. We started as friends and we were best friends. I still remember that we only stopped being friends for one week because I insulted her to try to get in with the cool crowd. It was the worst thing I’ve done and I regret nothing more.” I reply “Babe, that’s not helping your case with my dad right now. You’ve beaten yourself up about that a lot, it’s okay. I love you and know you don’t think of me as an object to be won like those other idiots.” My dad asks “So, they were talking about women as objects?” Bob says “Yes sir. I told them the next day that I don't agree with them and why they should praise women. I went on this long rant about why we should support women and about women’s history in the Air Force. I know a lot about history, which can bore some. Those guys never wanted to talk to me again, but it’s okay because they were kicked off the mission for sexual harassment a few days after that. I’m not one for wishing karma on others, but I believe they got what was coming to them.” My dad says “I think you did what was right and that they deserved that as well. No one should ever treat women like that.” Bob replies “No they shouldn’t. I stand up for women now if I hear someone insult them... all that to say, I love Y/N and I want her to be happy. I think she’s a brilliant, impressive, beautiful, kind, loving, amazing girl. She lights up the room with her smile and personality. I heard you saw how I move to be with Y/N in a room and I have to tell you that I feel safe with her. She makes me feel safe, loved, trusted, and heard when I’m near her. She’s also my best friend and someone I can always rely on. I would love nothing more than a bright happy future with your daughter, sir.” Penny says “You are the sweetest boy. If I wasn’t twice your age and taken by Y/N, I would swoop you up.” My dad gasps and says “You didn't include me.” Penny sasses back “You haven't even asked me out properly.”

Oh snap!!! I do not want to be in this conversation right now.

I gently push Bob away back to our friends and we make it back to them.

Bob sits down and I sit next to him. I lean my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around me. I yawn and ask “How was your day today? I’m very tired.” He replies “I am stressed with the mission. Being on a plane with Phoenix is fun though because she thinks through her decisions more than my last partner on a mission. Why did your dad hold you back today?” I answer “He knows that I’m exhausted. He said that he’s pushing me because he knows I can succeed with the challenges thrown at me. He said that is why I switch aviators all the time. But, it stresses me out so much. I want to work well with everyone and I want to succeed as a WSO, so there’s not much I can change.” He replies “Babe, it’s stressing you. You should tell your dad to ease it up on you. Is there anything else stressing you out? I’m here for you, Y/N.” I reply “I don’t want to fail. As Maverick’s daughter, I have to succeed.“ He kisses me on the forehead and says “I love you and you’re an amazing WSO. I think you might be better than me. You’re not going to fail anyone least of all your dad. You were chosen to be at Top Gun because you are one of the best. You just have to believe it.” I reply “I may have been chosen for Top Gun, but this mission is dangerous. I want to make it back and I want to have a future with you.” He kisses me on the forehead again and says “We’ll be safe, Y/N. I know you and you’ll survive. I will too. We’ll have a future together. Speaking of, so you like me?” I laugh and he says “I’m kidding, babe. I love you and I can imagine the bright future we have. Do you think your dad likes me?” I answer “Of course. He has to.” He replies “I also wanted him to know that I respect women. If we have any sons, they will too.” I ask “Sons? Bob, are you pregnant?” He laughs and answers “No I’m not. I just love you and want a future with you.” I reply “Let’s finish this conversation after this death-defying mission we have coming up.” He smiles and we kiss.

THANKS FOR READING!!! I appreciate you. Comment with any requests or ideas:) ILY!!! 

#top gun movie #top gun maverick #Top Gun fic #top gun imagine #top gun imagines #top gun bob #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x y/n #maverick daughter

[yoinkschief]

Hello Jay, I would like to hear your headcanons about Tom and his mom 👀👀👀 Go on, speak into the mic 🎤

AAA HI NEIL I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Taps mic 🎤 ahem

Buckle in cause this got absurdly long I did not expect to get this long omll

So I guess I'll begin when he was younger,, when his mother and father first got married they were just going into their 30s, and while weren't actually trying for a kid they did end up having one: Tom

Barbara (Tom's mom) was ecstatic at having a kid whereas Peter (Tom's dad) was terrified, he knows he has anger issues and is very aware of how he's gotten easily frustrated with children in the past and doesn't want to get angry towards his soon to be son (though Barbs has been a dear with helping him and his anger, truly he'd be in jail by now if not for her)

Fast forward a bit, Tom's born and while Peter isn't magically cured of any anger issues, Tom is just the sweetest little guy and he, genuinely throughout his fatherhood, has not once gotten angry at his son. Gotten angry a good few things, but his son and wife weren't in that list

Tom is also born completely nonverbal (this is a little reference to how 2004 he's drawn without a mouth,,, I know that all the characters are at this time because mmm animation but in most fanart of 2004 only Tom is the one kept without a mouth because that and his one eye gives him creechur vibes I love it so I incorporated it like this) due to his autism, and he did get formally diagnosed early on due to this

It's a bit of a struggle trying to figure out what he's saying but he's a quick learner for how to read and write so if he can't get what he's trying to say through hand motions or actions he'll go and write it down (at least when he gets around 5yo, the years before were hard and they had to learn a weird, Tom version of sign language,, to clarify not actual sign language just learning what motions of his mean what)

One interaction I think about a lot with Tom and his mother is in Tom's youth when he's, maybe, 4? And he sees his mom shave her hair for the first time. Tom didn't like the sudden change as she looked like a different person and was having trouble understanding why it was gone

It took Barb a while to fully understand what he meant, why he was crying and whatnot, but finally able to sit him down in her lap he started making a lot of motions towards his own hair and then Barb's, and the interaction goes something like this:

"Are you talking about my hair?" Barbara quietly concerns, gesturing to her now bald head.

Tom made small grunts with wide eyes, rocking in his mother's lap incessantly.

"Okay, okay," She nodded holding her son's hand gently in her own- less so holding and more resting them in her own. "It's gone, baby."

Tom didn't seem to like that answer, shaking his head no with his hand reaching up to grab and tug at his his in distress. His eyes were screwed shut, why would his mom do that? But Barbara was quick to respond with carefully holding her son's hands again, their fingers interlaced as he squeezed on her hands instead in his temper.

"You don't like that it's gone?" She tilted her head to the side, bringing Tom's hands away from his face and towards her chest.

He shook his head no with an upset grunt, swinging his hands (and by proxy his mother's) side to side to drive the point further.

"Ohh,, pumpkin," Barbara gave Tom a sad smile, resting their hands in her lap as she gave him a small, reassuring squeeze.

"It’ll be alright-”

Tom hated that answer more, giving a frustrated noise as his eyes started welling with tears.

“Honey,” Barbara frowned at the tears coming out of her child’s eyes, it hurt to see him so upset, gently running her thumb along his cheeks to swipe them away. “I’m still mama, I’m still you mom.”

She led Tom’s hand over her heart, letting him feel the steady beating of it. The constant and steady pattern of thumping seemed to entrance him for a moment until his mild rocking and distressed noises slowly came to a halt.

“See? It’s still me, baby.” She cooed, running her thumb along the back of her son’s hand. “My hair is gone, but I’m here.”

“Sometimes, in life,” Barbara began, setting Tom’s hands down in his lap again now that he was calmer. “things change, and we can’t control it. Like my hair, you couldn’t control that, could you?”

Tom looked up from watching his hand feel the steady movement of her heart pumping, looking up at his mother’s face. He still looked displeased and upset, but less so, even going as far as to reach for where her hair used to be, trying to grab at the air around her head like it was still there. Fruitless.

She held his hand again, pressing it against her cheek with a broad smile, one she gave him often. He couldn’t keep his resentment for long, giving his own goofy smile back with a giggle. The way her gap tooth showed when she smiled that big was forever burned into his memory, only disappearing from her face so that she could kiss the palm of her son’s hand.

Tom shook his head, frowning at the thought but keeping a wide eyed expression to his mother as she continued her lesson. She smiled to him once again.

“Well, that happens a lot in life.” She sighed, cupping Tom’s cheek in her hand. “And no one likes it, you’re not alone for thinking that. But what you can control is how you deal with the change. Like how you showed me how upset you were, so now we’re talking about it. Do you feel better about it now?”

Tom took a moment, eyes casted down as he thought on it. He gave a small nod as he looked back up at her.

“Good.” She beamed. “And from now on, I’ll do my best to let you know beforehand when I make a change like that, alright?” She kissed Tom’s forehead, causing the child to give a small giggle. That was her favorite noise.

Now, Tom was always a Mama's Boy (not in a derogatory way, he just loved his mom a whole hell of a lot) but even moreso after his father died. They both were grieving and so it caused them to cling closer together because of it, to the point that had it not been for his friend (at the time only Matt, but later Edd too as this was before Tord was introduced to the friend group) he probably would've completely self isolated

They do a ton of things together as Tom gets over and they both eventually heal from Peter's death, baking, sewing, shopping, watch movies, anything they can do when they have the chance to hang out together

They were so close in fact that Barbara was genuinely the first person he came out to for being nonbinary (He/They pronoun user :) ) and of course she loved him unconditionally, but he didn't even tell Matt, Edd or Tord (now in Highschool and having been introduced to delinquent) that yet

However, later in his highschool years, around late Junior year (11th grade) or early Senior year (12th grade) of highschool his mother dies as well. Not from a freak bear with a gun attack though, instead from Pneumonia, which is something she tends to get a lot and always had in her youth, and while it usually isn't fatal and there is treatment and whatnot and she definitely took as much as help as she could, this time just hit different it seemed.

This really fucked with Tom during some of his most important years of his life and caused him to go into a BIG depressive episode for a long long time

Side note that I guess also kinda applies: Had it not been for Tord being just as stubborn of a jackass as Tom, he would've completely self isolated. Edd and Matt helped a lot in his youth but he also had his mom to encourage him, but now with his immediate family all gone he didn't see much of a reason to interact with people. And where Edd and Matt lack in persuasion, Tord more than makes up for in the lack of giving a fuck and would literally drag Tom outside even if he was kicking and screaming. This is mostly because Tord is second only to Tom himself in how durable he is, like a brick shithouse (built like one, too) and not afraid to make Tom hate him if it meant getting him better in the long run (a running theme I have for their relationship :) they're less so "GRR I HATE YOU I HOPE YOU DIE /GEN" and more of like have this weird understanding with eachother where like "I'll literally kill you if you touch me but I'd kill anyone you touched you" type beat, unafraid to get the other to hate them for the greater good because they have the understanding that they wouldn't do something so wildly stupid for no reason. Yes that plays into The End and the future events of WTFuture)

I love them so much oh my god you have zero idea

Anyway, TL;DR

Tom and his mom are extremely close and helped each other get through the worst of times while Tom continues to learn the lesson of "everything changes, it's out of your control, and you can only control how you proceed with it"

#jay talk #jay answers #also i just wanted to add: the reason Tom's mom is bald has nothing to do with any sort of illness or genetic disorder #she just was like “fuck it” and decided she wanted to shave it off #i know that sounds weird but i try to incorporate it in the way she dresses too #i chose this because one: [insert bowling ball joke here] #and two: to show her openness as a character and that's got nothing to obscure who she is #not wearing layers. usually not wearing long sleeves unless it's cold. same thing with pants and they're usually skinny if she does #character design is my passion and psychoanalysis is my game I'm sorry you have to deal with it lol #i really need to draw her more i love Mrs. Barbara Inkwell #and thank you Neil for asking this #I'm bursting at the seams /pos #and I'm trying to get back into the writer grind 💪💪 so this helps lol #sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask lol got my creative mojo back so I'm grabbing it by the reigns and multitasking #to the best of my ability without burning myself out that is #i guess i'll add the ew tags cause this is like a headcanon rant so #eddsworld #ew #ew tom #tom #ew tom's mom #tom's mom #ew oc ? #barabara #barbara inkwell #peter was mentioned #fun fact: he took barb's last name cause he despised his own last name :) #also her name's inkwell and that's sick as fuck #eddsworld headcanons

[needfantasticstories]

You! Name your favorite Link and say why he’s your favorite. (I say like I don’t already know XD, I’m just going around and asking all my mutual)

Aw fuuuuuuu… I mean, depends on the fic I’m writing? Let’s run with Sky, since it’s him for sure at the moment.

This’ll be a bit long.

I love how Sky had time to question who he was and actually find some answers. No one told him he had to be anything before Fi and Impa gave him a destiny. He just wanted to be his best self. Loves life. Deals with school issues. He’s got hobbies and interests like woodcarving and some mystery sport (soccer? Fencing? Bomb throwing? Loftwing quidditch? Who knows?!)

I love that he starts with a big surrogate family at the academy. They praise him because he’s genuinely a nice kid, trustworthy, hard working, strong and helpful. But they don’t dawn or anything. He’s chill. When he helps others, he also inspires those around him to be their best, like Fletch.

(TBH they kinda rely too much on him… or use him… *cough*Hylia*cough*)

He helps people all over the islands, even Pippit’s “lazy” mom and a creepy toilet ghost (moaning Myrtle, is that you?) All the Links help others, but he knows these people intimately, and the familiarity did not breed contempt.

He’s probably the most “modern” out of the Links. He has a comfortable life. And he left all that comfort behind to go explore the Surface, but not for curiosity. For his bestie! (He has the option of declaring his love for Peatrice too, so he’s got agency to keep it purely platonic, if perhaps secret for a while)

I love how loyal he is to Zelda as his best friend rather than as romantic partner or ruler, going up against the most insane and ridiculous odds. Like, I love my friends and family, but I’m not sure I’d deal well with having to face fire keese, bokos, F-ing Ghirahim (Noooope! I’m out!), let alone having to cut the goopy toes off a giant world-eating slithering black jelly bean just to save them. But he’s like “Yes, obviously I’ll do it! We all help each other.” (Communism poster boy. I will not elaborate)

He’s like the biblical Adam plus Samwise Gamgee. Like, “Oh you fell/need to go on alone? I’m coming with you!” And jumps. And then he finds out he actually can come back up, iirc. Instead of some flawed, fallen Eve character, he finds out his bestie is GOD. And she is just as self-sacrificing as him. (I love their story so much)

Back to Link. He’s got raw talent. (I know a guy in real life like him. He picks up skills quickly, so he’s bored in classes and falls asleep a lot. And he has a simmering rage deep down, that comes out to defend what’s his. As much as the game tries to frame this as a weakness, when they also give him prophetic dreams and a desire for not drawing attention to himself (bullies!) and a sweet but slightly jealous bestie, he’s got plenty of reasons to be sleepy. Nightmares, narcolepsy, staying up late to practice in private, limited downtime for hobbies… let the boy sleep in!

I love how expressive he is! Of all the Links, he’s the most emotive over things that are not food or treasure/items. I like to think he’s more emotionally mature and empathetic, and Jojo’s comic supports this. His first in-story action is to rush to help Time, who was speared, instead of attacking the monster. Later, he’s supportive of Wind’s enthusiasm when others tease him about the childishness of masks, and is the sweetest about teasing Legend for being a bunny. The man’s heart is gold, sturdy but soft too.

And his music! The boy rocks the harp. Musical prodigy too? Who has insanely good footwork and can balance on a tightrope and probably dances better than anybody in Skyloft if he wanted to?!? (No wonder Zelda is jealous.)

Oh, and Pippit calls his bird a red terror, so he’s probably gotten into some shenanigans with it growing up. The divine bird is a delightfully bad influence, and I love it.

I’m sure I could go on, but that’ll do for now. He’s a shield first and a sword second.

#lu sky #linked universe

[hwxnghyynjin]

Everyone Is Dead

Pairing: stray kids x enby!reader

Genre: horror, angst, fluff, inspired by the kdrama All Of Us Are Dead

Warnings: horror themes (character death, zombies, blood, gore), swearing, bullying, sensitive topics (mentions of suicide, eating disorders, mental illness)

Words: 19,617

Taglist: @alphadisaster @lee--felix @0423s @jojayke @heeseongism

You walked across campus towards the main building of the university. Music playing in your ears, you smiled at everyone you passed. You were known across the campus, everyone knowing you as the sweetest person who would go out of their way to help someone. 

Even though everyone knew you across campus, that didn’t mean that everyone liked you. You’re not sure why people like to pick on you, was it because of how you dress? How you’re kind to everyone, so they see you as an easy target? You don’t know but you also don’t care because once you’ve graduated, you’re moving away from Seoul.

Luckily you have your friends looking out for you, always making sure you’re ok and get you away from the bullies. One of them in particular, Hyunjin, you’ve grown closer to than the others. You wouldn’t tell anyone, but you’ve grown feelings for him. The way his eyes turn into crescents whenever he smiles, how he laughs with his whole body, how he jokingly judges Jisung whenever he makes a bad joke.

You make it inside the university building, getting closer to your lecture room. You had your music volume turned up so you couldn’t hear anyone behind you, until you felt someone grab your bag, pulling you to the ground. 

You felt your earphones being ripped out of your ears, seeing them fall to the ground beside you. You looked up and saw him, Jung Taehyun. He smirked down at you, that evil smirk that you wanted to slap off him, but you didn’t have the guts to do that. 

“Yah!” the voice boomed throughout the hallway, you, Taehyun and his ‘minions’ looking in the direction of where it came from. You smiled as you saw Bang Chan, the eldest of your friend group walking towards you. “Get away from them, unless you want to have a broken nose”, Chan threatened as he stood in front of Taehyun, glaring at him. 

“Whatever, she’s a freak anyway”, Taehyun said, using your wrong pronouns, a single tear rolling down your cheek. “y/n’s pronouns are they/them, you fucking asshole”, Chan said, helping you up as Taehyun and his friends walked away.

You brushed yourself off, straightening your clothes out as Chan picked up your earbuds, giving them to you, music still playing. You put them back in its case, putting them in your bag.

“You ok?” he asked, looking at you with a concerned look. You nodded, a small smile on your face. He didn’t seem convinced but he didn’t want to push you, so he dropped it and you both walked to your lecture room, hoping you weren’t late.

You managed to reach your class, the teacher not there yet as you sighed in relief. You both sat down in your seats, which were in the middle of the room. You sat beside Jeongin, who was doodling something in his book. 

“What the hell are you drawing?” you asked, trying to sneak a glance. He showed you his drawing, a picture of a cat. “I drew Minho hyung”, his drawing was so cute, yet so funny because the drawing had angry eyebrows. 

“YAH, YANG JEONGIN-AH”, Minho shouted as he took a glance at the drawing, getting up out of his seat. Jeongin got up out of his seat too, running around the room, laughing his head off. Everyone watched as the elder chased him, nearly knocking into desks and chairs.

While everyone watched the two running around the classroom, you looked at your other best friends, who were sitting in their designated seats. You looked at Bang Chan first, who was typing something on his phone. You assumed he was messaging his sister, since that’s who he mainly messages on his phone, excluding his parents. You were jealous about his relationship with his sister. You wished you were that close with your siblings but unfortunately, your siblings don’t really talk to you. Sure, they’ve spoken to you when they need something but apart from that, they don’t acknowledge you at all.

Next was Changbin, who was sitting to the left of you. His head was on his desk, resting on his arms, so you were sure he was asleep. Tiny snores leaving him as drool dribbled onto the desk, a tiny snort leaving your mouth. You poked his arm, trying to wake him up but to no avail, he wouldn’t budge. You poked him again, harder this time, but he still wouldn’t wake up, so you left him. 

Your focus went from Changbin over to Seungmin, who sat near the door at the front of the class. He was sitting next to a guy who’s name you don’t know, but you didn’t care about him. Seungmin had his headphones in, his head resting on the back of his chair, his eyes closed. He was gently drumming his fingers on the desk, tapping his foot. 

You looked over at both Jisung and Felix, who were sitting next to each other. Jisung was eating something, his cheeks puffed out. He reminded you of a squirrel because of his cheeks, it was so cute to you that whenever you went up to him, you always squished his cheeks, earning a whine from him. Felix was trying to steal Jisung’s food, whining whenever Jisung would gently tap his hand away.

You noticed that Felix’s freckles weren’t covered up with makeup, which he would normally do everyday before leaving every morning. You were happy that he didn’t cover them up, you loved his freckles. They made him unique in every way, and you wished he could see the beauty in them, so to see him uncovered made you really happy.

You noticed that Hyunjin was nowhere to be found, worrying you. Hyunjin was never late, apart from one time when he overslept, to which both the teacher and Chan lectured him (Chan knew Hyunjin was up till late playing video games). You felt sadness bubbling up inside you, but that soon disappeared when the door to the classroom opened, revealing his black hair, which was sticking up. He looked like he just got out of bed. 

“Yah, Hwang Hyunjin, were you up playing video games again?!” Chan yelled as soon as he saw him, Hyunjin’s guilt showing up on his face. He gave a tiny laugh before he sat down in his seat, which was next to Minho’s.

Minho was still chasing Jeongin, the sound of Jeongin’s laughter filling the room. Though that soon died down when the teacher came barging into the classroom, their presence became known to everyone.

“Lee Minho and Yang Jeongin, what on earth are you doing?” Mrs. Park yelled, not looking too impressed. She gave them both a look that said ‘if you don’t sit down now, I will hit you with a book’ and they both sat down immediately, the look on their faces made everyone laugh, except the teacher.

Mrs. Park started with the lecture, everyone paying attention. Well, almost everyone. The only people who weren’t paying attention were Felix, Jisung and Jeongin. “Hey, y/n”, Jeongin whispered to you, interrupting you from your work. You looked over at him with gentle eyes, wondering why he wasn’t paying attention,

“What do you want?” you asked, though you didn’t say it maliciously. You’ve always had a soft spot for Jeongin, treating him as if he was a younger brother that you’ve never had. He treated you better than your actual siblings.

“Did you hear about the student that went missing? Apparently the student, Ji-min, didn’t go home yesterday after clearing up the science lab”, he whispered to you, loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough that the teacher wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Really? Wait, wasn’t the science teacher the last person to see her?” you asked, confused. Ji-min and a couple of other students were supposed to leave at the same time after cleaning the science lab, so why was she the only person to not leave? You were lost in thought until Jeongin poked your side, startling you.

“You ok? You were lost in thought for a moment”, he asked, worried. You just nodded at him, not wanting him to worry. You weren’t close with Ji-min, but you did talk a couple of times. She was quiet but sweet. She always sat at the back of the class next to the window, looking outside. She was probably the more quieter ones in the class, not really being involved in the class discussions, but she always did the work.

Ji-min woke up in the science lab, realising everyone else had left her. Goddammit, I told them to wake me up, she thought to herself. She got up and stretched, a big yawn escaping her. She picked up her bag and was about to leave the room until she heard a bang coming from the supply cupboard. She thought it must have been something that had fallen so she ignored it, until another bang was heard.

She went into the supply cupboard, her curiosity getting the better of her. She looked around the room, wondering where the bang might have come from. Suddenly, another bang was made, her attention going towards a metal box on the floor under a table. She walked towards it slowly, dropping her bag on the floor.

She stood in front of the metal box, staring down at it. She crouched down, holding the metal box, lifting it up slowly. A white mouse was revealed, a clear box with tiny holes going round the edges. 

“Hello, little guy”, Ji-min cooed at the small animal, watching its tiny legs move around. Without thinking, she put her finger through one of the holes, trying to touch the mouse. Her finger got too close to the mouse, and the mouse didn’t like that, so it bit her finger. She yelped, taking her finger out the box, seeing the blood on the tip. That was when she noticed something was off about the mouse. It looked rabid. 

“What are you doing?” a voice came from behind her, startling Ji-min. She got up and turned around, seeing the science teacher, Mr. Nam. “Nothing”, Ji-min stuttered, grabbing her bag and leaving the supply cupboard, going straight towards the exit. 

Unfortunately she wasn’t able to leave as Mr. Nam grabbed her, pulling her back into the classroom, closing the door. She fell to the floor, seeing Mr. Nam grabbing a book. She tried to move backwards, but ended up hitting a table. Mr. Nam suddenly whacked a book over her head, knocking her out. 

Mrs. Park was writing something on the blackboard, while you were staring down at your book. Instead of writing what was on the blackboard, you wrote depressing words on the page. ‘Die’, ‘freak’, ‘you’re not worth it’, and other depressing shit like that. 

You can never catch a break from the bullying, whether it be physically or verbally. Your life at university wasn’t the only thing that was horrible, your home life was just as bad. Whenever you go back home for the holidays, you either get shouted out for no reason, insulted or completely ignored. Your siblings only talk to you when they want something, and both your parents never message you. 

You were supposed to see them a week ago, but you didn’t, since you just couldn’t be bothered seeing them. You were tired of their bullshit and how they treated you so you thought if you didn’t see them or bother with them, they’d eventually forget about them.

At least you had your 8 best friends to keep you sane.

Ever since the bullying got worse, you had thoughts of suicide and just end it all, but you knew if you did that, you wouldn’t forgive yourself for putting your friends through that pain. But then again, is suicide really that selfish when your suffering gets too much?

Jeongin took a glance at your page, and saw what you wrote on it. He gently grabbed your wrist, making you look at him. You could see the concern in his eyes, the gentle look on his face making you tear up.

“Hey, instead of writing down those things, talk to me, yeah? Even if you just need to vent. Or you can talk to the others”, he said in a kind voice, which made you tear up even more. You were about to talk when there was a sudden bang on the door, and then it opened. It was Ji-min, and her face was bloody. 

“Oh my god, Ji-min”, Mrs. Park said, catching Ji-min before she fell to the floor. A couple of students crowded around her, looking concerned and worried. “Ji-min, tell me what happened”, Mrs. Park said, hoping to get an answer out of her.

“T-the science teacher. He locked me in the supply cupboard a-and drugged me”, Ji-min gasped out, everyone showing shock on their faces. “Take her to the infirmary. Now”, Mrs. Park instructed, helping her up and two students leaving with them, going straight to the infirmary. 

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Ji-min was lying on the bed in the infirmary, thrashing around as started growling, like an animalistic growl. It was scary to watch, but Mrs. Park and the nurse tried to keep calm, injecting Ji-min with a sedative to calm her down. She took her temperature, putting it in her ear. She read the reading, and it read 34.5°C. “Her temperature is really low”, she said, concerned”.

The sedative didn’t work for long though as she started thrashing around again after a few minutes. The nurse tried holding her down, her hands on both of Ji-min’s shoulders. Blood trickled down Ji-min’s nose, a scream leaving her. She looked at the nurse before biting her wrist, earning a yelp from the nurse. 

“Oh my god, are you ok?!” Mrs. Park asked the nurse, Mrs. Jung, seeing her clutching her wrist. “She bit me”, Mrs. Jung said, wincing in pain. “Ok, I think we should call an ambulance. And the police”, Mrs. Park suggested, and one of the students got the phone out, calling both an ambulance and the police. 

Back in the classroom, everyone was talking amongst themselves, mainly about Ji-min and the science teacher. “I knew there was something off about Mr. Nam”, one student said, “when he was teaching us the other day, I swear he smelled like death”, another student said. 

“How do you know what death smells like? Have you seen a corpse before?” Minho asked the student, known as Jaehyuk. “I have actually. Not to be depressing but, my older sister went missing last year and I found her a couple of days later. Well, I found her body. So yeah, I know what death smells like”, he blurted out, the whole atmosphere in the classroom now dark.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that”, you said, trying to comfort him. “Wait, didn’t his son go missing or something?” you remembered that there was a rumour about his son going missing and he had to take some time off because of it. He couldn’t have killed his own son. Could he?

You looked at the time on your phone, and it read 12pm, so you thought it would be a good idea to go and get some lunch. Your stomach agreed with you as it rumbled loudly, Felix looking at you and laughed. 

“Hey, I haven’t eaten anything yet, don’t blame my stomach for rumbling”, you blurted out without thinking, immediately regretting it. “y/n, you know you shouldn’t skip breakfast. I know it’s hard, but please try and have some breakfast tomorrow, ok?” Chan said to you in a soft, but stern, voice. You only nodded at him, sadly smiling at him. 

You’re not sure when it started but you’ve been skipping breakfast and dinner, only having lunch and snacks during the day. You know you should stop but you can’t, you’ve gotten into that mindset where you can’t change your eating habits. You’ve seen different doctors to try and help but they weren’t any help at all, they just said ‘try eating healthy foods’. 

The amount of times you’ve been sick (or made yourself sick) because of it is too much, you’ve lost count. You’ve passed out numerous times, ending up in hospital and being put on a drip so you could get some nutrients in your body. Endless nights of crying because of stomach pains, or binge eating during the night and throwing it back up again. Bang Chan was the first person you told about your eating habits, crying while doing so. The first thing he did was hug you, bury your face in his neck, telling you that everything will be okay because you’re not alone to deal with it all. 

You entered the cafeteria, Jeongin chatting your ear off. All you can do is smile at him, not really in the mood to talk. Luckily Jeongin is understanding, which you’re glad about. You got your food and sat down at an empty table, Jeongin and Felix sitting either side of you. Hyunjin sat opposite you, and you had to try your best not to stare at him. Or at least try and not make it obvious that you have feelings for him.

“Psst, y/n”, Felix whispered, getting your attention. You ate a piece of chicken, turning your head to look at Felix. He chuckled as he saw your puffed out cheeks. “What do you want?” you asked as soon as you swallowed the piece of chicken. “Are you going to tell Hyunjin that you like him?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, you almost choked on your food, getting the others attention. 

“Absolutely not. What if he rejects me?” you whispered to him, worried about the consequences. “Hey, you never know, he might feel the same way”, he said, glancing at Hyunjin. Hyunjin saw Felix glancing at him and then looked at you. 

“What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing”, you replied immediately, kicking Felix’s shin before he could say anything. He smiled through the pain, holding his shin. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, unless I need to amputate my shin”, Felix dramatically said, fake crying. “Hey, I only kicked you”, you rolled your eyes, a small laugh leaving you.

“And it hurt”, he pouted, rubbing his shin.

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Ji-min was on her way to the hospital, and Mr. Nam got arrested by the police, going to be questioned. Mrs. Jung was still in the infirmary, and she felt really cold. Her hands kept shaking, and her fingers kept twitching. 

Blood trickled down her nose, the warm liquid dripping onto the floor. She got the thermometer, checking her temperature. It beeped and she checked the reading: 34.5°C. She felt like she couldn’t breathe as she started choking, coughing up blood. She soon passed out onto the floor, her body making a thud as it came into contact with the ground.

Taehyun’s ‘minions’ were walking past the infirmary, and saw Mrs. Jung, who was now standing with her back to the door. Her hair was a mess and her clothes were creased, her coat hanging off of her. 

“What do you think is wrong with her? You recklon she’s hungover?” one of Taehyun’s friends, Woojin, said. The others laughed except Taehyun. Mrs. Jung turned around, her face bloody and veiny. She screamed and ran forward, hitting straight into the wall, flying backwards. 

“Oh my god, she’s a freak”, one of the others said, Eunwoo. His laughter soon ceased as Mrs. Jung got up, her limbs bending backwards. She tackled Eunwoo to the ground, biting him in the neck. Woojin ran the other way, not wanting to be attacked, screaming his head off. 

Eunwoo’s body thrashed around on the floor, his bones cracking. He soon got up, his face now bloody and eyes bloodshot. He ran after a couple of students who were in the process of getting away, but it was too late.

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You were putting your empty trays away, and you’re not sure whether to feel proud of yourself or feel guilty for eating a full meal. You were deep in thought, forgetting about the surroundings around you. That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.

“Hey, you ok?” it was Hyunjin, and he looked at you with a gentle gaze. You hesitated before answering, a sigh leaving your lips. “I don’t even know if I’m ok. Do I feel guilty about eating a full meal? I feel like I shouldn’t have and I-” you were cut off as Hyunjin brought you in for a hug. 

You’ve never felt so warm in a hug before. The way his arms felt around you, the scent of his cologne, just everything felt so comforting. You started crying, quietly sobbing into his chest. He rubbed his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner. 

The others looked at the two of you, cooing at the sight in front of them. Though the cooing stopped once they heard your sobbing, which was getting louder. Jeongin was about to go over to you and join the hug, but stopped once he heard screams coming from outside the cafeteria. 

You pulled away from Hyunjin, looking at the exit of the cafeteria. You walked towards the sounds of the screaming, wondering what was going on out there. Someone came running into the cafeteria, but was tackled to the ground by someone, getting attacked by… you don’t even know what it was. 

You froze, not knowing what to do. It was like something out of Train to Busan. Things (you’re not sure what to call them) piled up outside the glass door, bloody handprints on the glass. 

“y/n, get away from there!” the sound of Hyunjin’s voice rang in your ears, but you couldn’t move. You were frozen in your spot, no matter how much you tried to move, you just couldn’t. The glass suddenly broke, everyone piling into the cafeteria. You felt yourself be able to move, turning on your heels and running in the other direction. 

You ran to Hyunjin, grabbing his hand. Everyone was running around like headless chickens, trying to steer clear of the infected. You saw people getting bitten, who also turned into infected and it terrified you. You saw the others fighting off the infected, hitting them with random objects they found. 

Suddenly, the sprinklers went off, water spraying everyone in the room. Hyunjin pulled you along, running up onto one of the tables. He glanced at the windows, trying to see if one of them were open and you could climb out of. He managed to find one, telling you and the others. 

“We can get out of that window”, Hyunjin pointed at an open window, you looking in the direction he was pointing at. He was right, you were able to escape. You jumped from table to table, avoiding any infected. You made it to the open window, looking back to see if the others were following you. Everyone had followed you, except Minho. He was trying to get an infected off him, and he was struggling. 

“Minho!” Jisung shouted, immediately going to help him. He jumped off the table and ran towards Minho, kicking the infected in the head, getting him off him. Jisung helped Minho up, both of them running towards you. 

You ushered everyone out the window, the only people left now were you, Hyunjin and Jeongin. 

“Jeongin, you go first”, you pushed him towards the window, lifting him up so he could get out easier. He jumped down, running after the others. “Hyunjin, you go next”, you wanted to ensure he was safe so you wanted him to go first. Unfortunately he was stubborn, so he didn’t listen to you.

“Nu uh, you go next”, he didn’t give you time to answer back as he lifted you up, helping you out the window. You waited for him to get out, your body shaking. You saw infected running everywhere, and you felt terrified. 

“Hurry up, Jinnie!” you got impatient, wanting him to get out now. He soon got out, jumping down from the window. He held your hand again, running in different directions, trying not to run into infected. 

You ran down an alleyway which, luckily, has no infected in it. The alleyway took you straight to the front of the building. A truck headed towards you, the driver inside it losing all control of himself. The both of you managed to get out the way before the truck hit the building, the driver getting out. He turned, becoming one of the infected. 

“Hey, we can get up there”, Hyunjin suggested, pointing at the truck. You saw there was a way inside, an open window. You climbed the truck as fast as you could, climbing in through the window. 

You soon realised that was a bad idea as you saw more infected people, and they were running towards you. The both of you ran, not stopping even for a moment. Luckily you realised you were close to your classroom, only a staircase away. 

You ran up the stairs, not letting go of Hyunjin’s hand, even if your hand was starting to get sweaty. As you reached the top step, you accidentally tripped, falling to the ground. Hyunjin helped you up, kicking one of the infected in the face before it grabbed your ankle, knocking them over. 

You were now only a couple of feet away from the classroom, and you felt your hand slipping away from Hyunjin’s. Before that could even happen, Hyunjin grabbed your wrist, tight enough so you wouldn't slip away but gentle enough so he wouldn’t hurt you.

You entered the classroom, seeing other people inside. You never felt so glad to see other people who weren’t infected. You immediately ran over to Jeongin, hugging him. He hugged you back, crying into the crook of your neck. You saw him like a little brother, wanting nothing more than to protect him. 

“y/n, Hyunjin, I’m so glad the both of you are safe”, Chan said, going up to the both of you, hugging you tightly. You looked around the room, seeing who was in the room: Chan, Jeongin, Jaehyuk, Seungmin, Felix, Changbin, another two students who you didn’t really talk to by the name of Yuna and Nayeon. 

Yuna was ok as an individual, but Nayeon? She was a bit of a bitch. Always tried to get her own way, always talking shit about anyone she didn’t like, no matter if she knew them or not. You’re surprised no one has tried to put her in her place yet. Maybe people were either too tired of her shit, or they just didn’t want to deal with her. 

“Wait, where’s Minho and Jisung?” you asked, worry evident in your voice. You looked around the room to try and see if they were hiding somewhere, planning to prank you by jumping out or something, but they were nowhere to be found. 

“Probably making out somewhere”, Seungmin said out of nowhere, making everyone snort. All of a sudden, a thud was heard at the door, a hand hitting the door. “Hey, open the door”, the voice belonged to Jisung, and Hyunjin immediately opened the door, letting the two inside. 

“What the hell is on your face?”Seungmin asked as he looked at Minho’s face, Minho wiping his face with a towel he found. “Someone was using the hose outside on those things out there, but accidentally aimed at me in the process and got foam on me”, Minho said, looking at Jisung with a glare.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I have no sense of coordination”

“Barricade the doors so no one can get in”, you suggested, and everyone went to grab chairs and tables to put up against both doors so no one could get in. Nearly all the tables and chairs were barricading the doors, a few tables and chairs were in their usual place. 

Once you were sure no one was going to get in, you sat down, resting your legs after running for so long. You noticed everyone in the room had blood on their clothes, as well as their faces. You wonder how bad it was outside of the building, wondering how many are now infected. You hoped you guys weren’t the only ones who weren’t infected.

“Does anyone have a phone on them?”, Yuna asked, her voice timid and quiet. Luckily everyone around heard her, and they checked in their pockets for their phone. 

“I have my phone on me”, Hyunjin said, holding his phone in his hand. The screen was slightly cracked due to accidentally falling on his side, but it still works thankfully.

“Try and call for help, I’m not dying in here”, Yuna said, hoping at least someone would come and rescue everyone, getting them out of this hell hole. Hyunjin called the emergency services, waiting for someone to answer. 

“Emergency services here, how can I help?” the person on the other end answered, Hyunjin sighing in relief. “Hi, uhm, I’m at Seoul University and there are zombies running around everywhere and we’re trapped inside a classroom, please send help”, Hyunjin’s voice was filled with fright, tears filling up in his eyes. 

“Zombies? Oh please, have you been watching too many horror movies? This line is for emergencies only, please don’t give us that shit”, and he hung up, the line going dead. Hyunjin screamed, throwing his phone across the room, the phone hitting the wall.

The thing is, that wasn’t the only call the emergency services got. As soon as they hung up on Hyunjin, there were more phone calls about zombies running round the university, and everyone in the emergency department realised that it wasn’t a prank, and was, in fact, real.

“No one is going to rescue us and we’re going to die here”, Hyunjin cried out, scared for his life. You stood in front of him, putting your hands on his shoulders, and shook him gently. “We are not going to die here, ok? If need be, we can make our own escape”, you said, reassuring him. 

Suddenly, the sound of Mrs. Park’s voice was heard through the speakers. 

“If anyone can hear me, it’s Mrs. Park. I have no idea what’s going on but, I’m terrified”, you could hear the way her voice cracks between every word she says. “I really hope you got out and escaped. Please get out while you can and get help”, she continued on about how this is all about fighting for survival and how she feels useless about how she wasn’t able to save everyone.

“Hey, Mrs. Park is in the broadcasting room. Minho, isn’t that below this room?” you asked him, and he nodded. “We can use the hose as a rope and use that to get to the broadcasting room”, Jisung suggested, and everyone seemed to agree with him. Well, almost everyone. The only person who didn’t agree with Jisung was Jaehyuk. 

“No offence Jisung but, that seems like a stupid idead”, he said, his voice that was once calm was now replaced with a voice filled with hatred. “Well, have you got a better idea? Huh? Please, give me something better than that”, Jisung spat, walking towards him. Minho stopped him though, seeing blood trickling down Jaehyuk’s nose. 

“Jisung, don’t go near him. He’s infected”, Minho said, pointing at the bite mark on his leg. Why didn’t anyone notice that?

Jaehyuk walked forward, his legs giving way and falling to the ground. His body twitched, his legs bending backwards as he got up. Everyone screamed as he got up, Minho picking up a chair and hitting Jaehyuk with it. He pushed him towards the window, but Jaehyuk was too strong. 

“Guys, help me!” Minho pleaded, and some of the guys immediately went to help him. Nayeon just stayed in a corner, not doing anything. She just sat there while everyone else did all the work. 

Jaehyuk was surrounded by people, a chair trapping him by the window. “Nothing’s working! What do we do?” Minho was struggling to push Jaehyuk out the window, and he felt tired. Jeongin was sitting on one of the tables, and he came up with an idea. 

“Guys, move out of the way on the count of three, ok?” Jeongin said, and everyone looked at him with confusion. God, I hope I don’t regret this, he thought to himself. “Jeongin, whatever it is you’re planning, you’re an idiot for thinking it”, Minho shouted, and Jeongin just nodded in agreement. 

“One, two… THREE”, and at that, everyone moved out of the way, Jeongin running forward while yelling, pushing Jaehyuk, his body going straight out the window, the glass breaking. His body came into contact with the ground, making a loud thud. 

“Jeongin, you stupid”, you said to him, hitting his chest gently before hugging him tightly, just glad that he’s ok. He’s always been reckless like that, and yet, he’s still alive. The boy must have luck following him around or something.

“So, uh, now what?” Jisung said, scratching his head. Hey, at least with the glass broken, it was easier to get out of. 

“That poor guy. He didn’t deserve that. He was trying to survive himself and he got bit in the process”, Yuna said, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “Guess he didn’t try hard enough”, Nayeon spoke up, everyone’s attention going straight to her. 

“Excuse me? Listen here, little miss bitch face. You literally sat on your fucking ass while we were trying to stop him. Like Yuna said, he was trying to survive and tried his fucking hardest so pipe it down”, Seungmin said, not having her shit.

“Don’t have a go at me for telling the truth”, Nayeon argued back, rolling her eyes. Seungmin scoffed at her behaviour, walking over to her. “You should be glad that I don’t hit girls”, he said, his voice an octave deeper, sending a chill down her spine. 

“Before you guys start fighting, who’s going to go outside and get the hose?” Jisung asked, hoping that the hose is still where he dropped it before. “I’ll do it”, Hyunjin volunteered, going towards the door to move the tables and chairs. 

“Wait, why you? I wanted to volunteer”, Changbin said, helping Hyunjin to move the tables and chairs. “Because I have long limbs and you don’t”, Hyunjin said, making Changbin speechless. 

“HEY, was that a joke about my height?!”

Hyunjin opened the door slightly, sticking his arm out to try and grab the hose, his fingers barely reaching it. He tried again, stretching his fingers further, and managed to grab the hose, pulling it inside the classroom and closed the door. 

He continued to pull the hose until he couldn’t pull anymore, the entire hose now inside the room. “Tie knots in it. Make sure they’re big enough so a hand and foot can go inside it”, you suggested, and that’s what everyone did. 

Once you were sure there were enough holes in the hose, you threw the hose outside, dropping it down. “Who’s going first?” you asked, and everyone looked at Seungmin. “Wait, why do I have to go first?” Seungmin whined, his voice cracking towards the end. Even though he seemed like he objected to going first, he still went.

“If I fall and die, I’m going to haunt you all”, Seungmin said, going down the makeshift rope, being careful as to not miss one of the holes and end up falling to his death. He muttered to himself about how he should have stayed in bed and not get up for lectures, but he would have been lectured by Chan if he did that.

In the broadcasting room, Mrs. Park was checking through the windows of the classroom, making sure that there were no zombies about. There was a knock at the window which caught her attention, making her turn her head towards the window.

She saw a hose nozzle, which was banging against the window, and then she saw Seungmin coming down, and she immediately ran towards the window to open it, helping him inside. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re ok”, she said as she hugged him, Seungmin melted into the hug, wrapping his arms around her. The last time he had a hug that warm was from his mum. God, he missed his mum.

“Where are the others?”, she asked, looking outside the window. “They’re upstairs back in the classroom, and they’ll all be coming down soon”, he replied, looking out the window to see who was the next person to come down.

Everyone went down one by one, leaving only you and Hyunjin to go down. “y/n, you go next”, Hyunjin said, helping you up onto the window sill. “Please don’t be too long, ok?” you told him and started going down, being careful with every step you take. 

Hyunjin checked between the door and you, and it was stressing him out. Every time he looked between you and the door, the zombies got inside the classroom slowly, inch by inch. The moment he saw you go inside through the window, he climbed up on top of the window sill and as soon as he did, the door burst open, zombies running towards him. One zombie charged at him, going straight outside the window, pulling Hyunjin with them.

Hyunjin’s body did a flip, his hand catching the makeshift rope just in time, holding it for dear life, watching zombies falling to the ground. “Quick, pull him inside '', Mrs. Park said, grabbing his legs and pulling him inside. 

The moment you saw Hyunjin, you ran up to him, wrapping your arms around him. “Now what do we do?” Felix said, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room.

Everyone sat down for a while, not doing anything. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of screaming in the distance, and the sound of the hose nozzle banging on the window. Wait, banging on the window?

You looked at the window, and saw the hose nozzle swinging quickly, and the glass suddenly smashed, frightening everyone. Mrs. Park got up and inspected the window, and that’s when a zombie appeared, hanging down on the makeshift rope.

“Quick, get that thing off the window”, Seungmin shouted, trying to push the zombie away but nothing was working. Hyunjin picked up a mop and tried pushing the zombie with it, using the end of the mop. That was until the zombie grabbed the stick, snapping it in half. 

“What the fuck?” Hyunjin said, looking at the now broken mop. “Here, give it to me”, Chan said, taking the stick of Hyunjin. He moved his arm back as he used the stick like a javelin, accidentally hitting Seungmin in the nose with the base of the stick, knocking him backwards.

Chan threw the stick, aiming it right into the zombie’s shoulder, pushing it in deeper, blood oozing out. Unfortunately that wasn’t enough to push the zombie off, as the zombie grabbed the edge of the window, pushing forward. Seungmin ran to help, trying to take the zombie’s hand off the edge. 

Seungmin looked behind him at the computer monitor on the table and ran to grab it. “Hey, move out of the way”, he yelled, both Chan and Hyunjin moving out of the way. Seungmin threw the computer at the zombie, knocking it down, the zombie falling to the ground with a thud.

Everyone sighed out of relief once the zombie’s body dropped, Chan putting the stick back in the corner. “Why did you have to throw the computer?” Changbin asked Seungmin, glaring at him. “What, you wanted me to throw you instead?” Seungmin retorted back, shutting Changbin up.

Suddenly, blood trickled down Seungmin’s nose, alerting everyone. “Seungmin, your nose is bleeding”, Jeongin said, concern evident in his voice. Everyone took a step back from him as soon as they saw, making him confused. “Guys, Chan hit me in the face with the stick”, he said, trying to reassure everyone. 

“Then what’s that on your hand, huh?” Nayeon spoke up, pointing at the mark on his hand. There was a scratch on his hand. “I’m not bitten, ok? Does this look like a bite? No, it’s a scratch. You have to believe me, please”, he pleaded.

“Please leave, Seungmin”, Nayeon said, pointing to the door. “I am not infected, for fucks sake”, he shouted at her, lunging at her. Chan stopped him, holding him back. “What do you have against me, huh? Why do you hate me so much?” Seungmin asked Nayeon, anger evident on his face.

“I just do, I don’t need to give a reason”, she said, rolling her eyes. “No please, tell us why you hate Seungmin so much, Nayeon'', you said, crossing your arms. “Did you guys know that Seungmin’s parents are poor?” Nayeon blurted out, anger seething off Seungmin. 

“So what if his parents are poor? That doesn’t make us hate him, you’re just cruel”, Hyunjin said, everyone agreeing with him. “It’s their own fault they are poor”, Nayeon muttered under her breath, but you managed to hear her.

Without thinking, you walked up to her and slapped her, Nayeon holding her cheek. “You better watch your mouth, unless you want to be thrown to the zombies”, you threatened, glaring at her. She just scoffed and sat back down.

“I still don’t feel safe with him in the room”, Nayeon said, referring to Seungmin. He just rolled his eyes, really hating her guts right now. “If you don’t feel safe here, why don’t you just leave?” Seungmin said, getting more and more annoyed as the minutes passed.

“Stop it, you’re both not helping the situation by arguing”, Mrs. Park said, stopping the both of them before a full blown fight broke out. “Nayeon, apologise to Seungmin for what you said”, Mrs. Park said, referring to what Nayeon said about Seungmin’s parents.

“Why should I apologise when it’s true?” she said, not backing down. Mrs. Park just sighed, realising she’s not going to get anywhere with how Nayeon is acting. “Would it make you feel better if Seungmin sat in the recording room for 30 minutes?” Mrs. Park suggested, getting everyone’s attention.

“Wait, what? I told you, I’m not bitten”, Seungmin was getting really frustrated, and he wanted to pull his hair out. “I’m sorry we have to do this Seungmin”, Mrs. Park’s voice was sympathetic. “Nayeon, if he doesn’t turn after the 30 minutes, go in there and apologise”, Mrs. Park said, and Nayeon hesitated before agreeing, saying she will.

Seungmin thought about it for a moment, and took up the offer of staying in the recording room. “I’ll stay in there for the full hour”, he said, opening the door and heading inside, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t think he needs 30 minutes since it only takes a few minutes for you to turn”, Changbin said, everyone making sounds of confirmation as they agreed.

It had already been a couple of minutes since Seungmin went into the recording room, and everyone was tense. Nayeon felt eyes on her, but she ignored them. She was staring at the broken mop in the corner, noticing the blood on the top of it. 

30 minutes had passed, and Seungmin heard a knock on the glass. He turned around and saw Hyunjin in the window. He started making funny faces in the window, trying to make Seungmin laugh. Luckily it was working because Seungmin had a big grin on his face, making funny faces back at him. Whenever Hyunjin felt one of the guys, and you, were upset, he always ended up doing something silly to cheer them up, and 9 times out of 10, it worked.

The two of them were laughing with each other, and Hyunjin was glad that the younger one was now smiling. Seungmin gave Hyunjin the middle finger with a big grin on his face, Hyujin faking a gasp. 

Hyunjin gestured for Seungmin to come out as it had been 30 minutes, but he shook his head, sticking with staying in there for the whole hour. Hyunjin sighed and turned back around, going to sit back down.

“He’s very adamant about staying for the whole hour”, he said, sitting next to you. Mrs. Park walked over to where Nayeon was sitting, and crouched down to her level. “Nayeon, it’s been 30 minutes. Remember our promise?” she said, hoping Nayeon stuck to it.

Nayeon sighed and got up, going into the recording room. She opened the door and closed it once she was inside, going over to Seungmin, whose back was facing her. Everyone looked through the window, wanting to see what would happen between the two.

“Yah”, Nayeon said, getting Seungmin’s attention. He turned around and looked at her, his facial expression unreadable. “What? Are you coming to start on me again?” Seungmin said, rolling his eyes. Nayeon grabbed Seungmin’s hand, seeing the scratch on his hand. She put her hand in the pocket of her skirt, pulling out a handkerchief. She dabbed it on his hand, Seungmin watching her as she did it.

“I’m not apologising, by the way”, she said, Seungmin looking up at her. “It really is your parents fault that they’re poor. Your mum with her alcohol problems and dad with his gambling. People who have addictions like that only have themselves to blame”, her words were infuriating, Seungmin wanting nothing more than for her to just leave.

After she finished dabbing the handkerchief on his hand, muttered something under her breath and left. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Seungmin got up and chased after her. “Yah, you want to say that again? I didn’t hear you properly”, he said, slamming the door closed. Chan and Minho held Seungmin back, stopping him from getting any closer to Nayeon in case he did something he regrets.

“I said I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up getting an addiction like your parents”, she said, a smirk on her face. “Fuck you”, Seungmin spat as he pushed Chan and Minho off him, walking towards the window.

“Seungmin, your nose is bleeding”, Yuna said, pointing at him. She was right, blood was trickling down his nose. Seungmin looked down at his hands and saw them starting to change, veins bulging out of the skin.

“Seungmin…”, Jeongin said, walking towards him. “Please don’t come any closer”, Seungmin cried, his legs on the verge of giving out. “I’m scared”, tears were streaming down his face as he stopped himself from falling, grabbing onto the nearest surface.

“I told you he was infected”, Nayeon said.

“Shut up for once”, Jeongin spat at her, anger taking over him. “Do you ever shut up? That’s literally all you do, making snide remarks here and there and you never do anything useful”, Jeongin said, not holding back on his anger.

“Please stop”, Seungmin yelled, not caring if he’s making too much noise. “I’ll leave”, he said, making his way towards the door, grabbing onto different surfaces so he doesn’t fall. He made it to the door, but his legs suddenly gave up on him, and he fell to the floor, leaning up against the door. 

Voices in his head clouded his thoughts, calling him pathetic, a freak, and other stuff like that. He put his hands over his ears, trying to get the voices to stop. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he cried, tears streaming down his face as he screamed, wanting the voices to stop.

It was difficult to watch, seeing one of your best friends who you’ve known for years go mad like that. It was terrifying yet so sad. Jeongin went to walk over to him, but Hyunjin stopped him, holding his arm.

Suddenly, Seungmin changed and his limbs bent backwards, using his hand to push himself up. He looked at Jeongin and yelled, running straight at him. Minho grabbed a chair and whacked Seungmin over the head, pushing him to the floor. 

“Seungmin, please stop it!” Minho said as he tried to stop Seungmin, holding him down. The sound of whistling caught everyone’s attention, seeing Jeongin near the window, holding the makeshift rope. The song he was whistling was a song that he and Seungmin used to whistle a lot when they were younger. 

Seungmin focused on the whistling, looking towards the window, and saw Jeongin. Jeongin still had tears streaming down his face as he continued to whistle. Seungmin charged at him, and Jeongin gripped the makeshift rope, and jumped out the window before Seungmin had a chance to grab him. He watched as his body fell to the ground, Seungmin thrashing around on the grass. He got up and ran, running towards other zombies, blending in with them, his shadowing following behind him.

Jeongin went back inside, not knowing how to feel after losing his best friend (well, one of his best friends). His tears had stopped and he felt numb. He sat down on one of the empty chairs, putting his knees to his chest and buried his face in them.

“Now do you believe me?” Nayeon spoke, standing up from where she was sitting. Yuna got up and walked over to Nayeon, standing in front of her. “I saw what you did, you know?” she said, making everyone confused. 

“I saw you wipe your handkerchief on the bloody stick in the corner, and you dabbed Seungmin’s hand with it”, Yuna said, Nayeon scoffing at her. “How can you prove that?” Nayeon said, getting closer to Yuna.

“Take it out of your pocket”

“No”

“Shall I do it for you?”

Yuna tried taking the handkerchief out of Nayeon’s pocket, but Nayeon pushed her away. “Yah, who do you think you are? Do you think you’re so special or something?” and after Nayeon said that, she felt a harsh slap on her face. Yuna stared at her and grabbed the handkerchief from Nayeon, holding it up for everyone to see.

“Nayeon killed Seungmin. She’s a murderer”, Yuna said, and everyone looked at Nayeon in horror. Jeongin lifted his head up, looking straight at Nayeon. “I want you to leave. Now”, Jeongin’s voice was filled with anger and hurt.

“No”, Nayeon snapped, not making any moves to leave. Jeongin got up and lunged at Nayeon, Nayeon hiding her face with her arms. Before Jeongin could reach Nayeon, Hyunjin stopped him, but Jeongin tried to get him off him.

“You better move or I’ll move you myself”, Jeongin threatened, and Nayeon suddenly felt scared of him. Nayeon started crying, tears streaming down her face. “I really have no friends”, Nayeon cried, wiping her face with her hands. “If you weren’t such a bitch, you would have friends”, Jeongin muttered under his breath, but Nayeon heard. And so did Mrs. Park.

“Jeongin, stop it. Nayeon, don’t go anywhere”, Mrs. Park said, trying to get Nayeon to stay but it was no use. Nayeon opened the door and left, walking through the dark hallways, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed.

Mrs. Park followed after Nayeon, shutting the door behind her.  “Uhm, guys, I know this isn’t the most appropriate time to ask this but uh, does anyone else need the bathroom?” Jisung asked, breaking the silence. 

“Really Jisung?” Chan said, glaring at him. Jisung sat back down in his seat, feeling embarrassed about his question. “Actually, I kinda need the bathroom too”, you confessed, making Jisung feel slightly less embarrassed.

Others even said that they need the bathroom too, and that was the subject of the conversation between everyone. “Well, we can’t exactly go to the bathroom, can we? There are zombies roaming around”, Felix said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“We can poop out the window”, Jisung said, making everyone look at him as if to say ‘due, seriously?’ “Hey, it was only a suggestion”, Jisung sunk back into his chair, feeling deflated. “We can use the recording room as a temporary bathroom”, Yuna suggested, and everyone seemed to like that idea. Everyone got to work turning it into a temporary bathroom.

It’s been about an hour and everyone has done their business, and now they’re all feeling exhausted. No one knows how long it’s been since the outbreak happened, everyone has lost track of time.

“Does anyone have any water? I’m thirsty”, Changbin said, sticking his tongue out like a dog. Unfortunately no one had any water, and that made him sulk. “You can last 4 minutes without oxygen, 3 days without water and up to 3 weeks without food”, Yuna said, playing with her fingers as she sat in the corner. 

“Well, let’s just hope we can find some water before that happens”, Chan said. “But first, why don’t we get some sleep?” and everyone agreed.

Everyone had been asleep for a few hours now, except for you. Even though you were tired, you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Your mind wouldn’t seem to switch off, no matter how hard you tried. 

The sound of helicopters whirred in the distance, small spots of light in the dark sky. They’ve been hovering around for the past hour or so, going back and forth. Zombies running around, coming from different directions, the faint sounds of them screaming. 

The sound of movement could be heard from behind you, and you felt a presence beside you. Jeongin stood beside you, looking outside. There were no words spoken, only silence. Though that silence didn’t last long as Jeongin tried to climb out of the window.

“What are you doing?!” you said, stopping him from jumping. “What’s the point of living in a world where everyone is either dying or becoming those things out there?” Jeongin’s voice was full of pain, and you could see tears welling up in his eyes. 

Jeongin is the youngest out of all of you, and he’s always been sensitive to everything. If someone insulted him, he would think about it for days and go into a dark place, until one of you had to bring him out of it by distracting him from the hurtful words. His smile could literally light up a room and it brightens up anyone’s day, so whenever you see him not smiling, you know something is wrong.

When he has troubles on his mind, the first person he goes to is Chan, talking to him about what’s bothering him, and hoping Chan would help him. 9 times out of 10, Chan would manage to help him overcome the things bothering him, and Jeongin has always been thankful for Chan because of that.

As soon as you saw his tear filled eyes, you pulled him in for a hug. He buried his face in your neck, sobbing quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair. Whenever you run your fingers through his hair, it always calms him down, no matter the situation.

After a few minutes, his crying died down as he pulled away from you. He dried his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, little sniffles escaping him every now and then. “You ok now?” you asked him, looking at him with gentle eyes. He nodded as he gave you a small smile, and he went back to his spot on the floor, lying down as he tried to fall back asleep. You also decided to try and get some sleep, going to sit beside Hyunjin, tiny snores escaping him, making you smile. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep not long after.

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Sunrays shone into the classroom, waking everyone up. As everyone woke up and stretched, the sound of zombies could now be heard outside the classroom, startling everyone. 

“Guess we’re no longer safe in here”, Chan said, getting up. “How are we going to leave without the zombies seeing us?” you asked, going towards the door and glancing out the window. There were zombies everywhere, you would need all of them to move into one place in order for all of you to leave. That’s when you thought of an idea.

“Hey, zombies are attracted to sound, right? I mean, there are speakers throughout the building”, you said, and everyone seemed to get what you were trying to say. “That’s a good idea y/n but, where are we going to get music?” Minho asked, and that’s when you picked up a couple of CD’s. 

“We can use a CD and play it throughout the building, and hope for the best that they follow the sound and stay near the speakers”, you said, and everyone seemed to agree that your idea was plausible. 

You headed into the recording room, testing the microphone first to see if it’s still working, and thankfully it does. You put one of the CD’s into the monitor, hooking it up to the speakers. Yuna played with the recording console to check the sound and volume of the music, and checked it was working properly.

As soon as the music started playing through the speakers, all the zombies ran towards the nearest speaker, huddling together near it. Well, almost all the zombies. There was still one zombie right outside the classroom, banging their head against the wall.

“What do we do with that one?” Jeongin said, looking back at you. “It’s not going anywhere, it’s just staying where it is”. 

“Maybe the zombie is deaf”, Jisung said, and everyone looked at him like he just grew a second head. “Can zombies be deaf?” Minho asked out of nowhere, making you snort. “Do I look like I know the answer to that question?”

Chan opened the door slowly, revealing the zombie, who was still banging his head against the wall. Everyone made it out of the classroom slowly and carefully, trying not to make any noise. You all tiptoed past the zombie, but Changbin accidentally kicked something on the floor, making a loud bang.

You stood still, fearing for the worst. The zombie slowly turned around, and faced you. “Run!” Chan said, and you all ran towards the stairs. You ran up the stairs, trying not to trip as you ran away from the zombie. As Changbin ran up the stairs, he unfortunately tripped on the last step, falling to the ground. He crawled away from the zombie as it got closer to him, his back hitting the wall.

The zombie suddenly jumped on top of him, Changbin using all his strength to stop the zombie from biting him. Blood dripped from the zombie's mouth onto Changbin’s face, and he gave a face of disgust.

Suddenly, a knife went straight through the zombie’s head, and the zombie was lifted off of Changbin. Changbin looked up and saw Taehyun, blood all over him and overall, he looked like shit.

“Yo. what the fuck happened to you?” Changbin asked as he got up, Taehyun dropping the now dead zombie on the floor, twirling the knife around. Taehyun pointed the knife at Changbin, threatening to stab him with it as he laughed.

“You guys really are a bunch of freaks, aren’t you? I feel like a superhero”, Taehyun said, walking towards Changbin. “I don’t think superheroes are supposed to be intimidating and scary”, Changbin said, fearing for his life as he continued to stare at the knife pointing at him.

“Let’s see how brave you are with blood pouring out of you”, and at that, Taehyun swung the knife at Changbin, and Changbin felt glad that he learned Taekwondo, and he kicked the knife out of his hand, which shocked Taehyun.

“You little fucker”, taehyun snarled, grabbing Changbin and pushed him against the wall. Taehyun suddenly felt himself being pulled off of Changbin. He turned around and saw Yuna glaring at him. “Who do you think you are, constantly bullying people, huh?! Grow up and fuck off”, Yuna said, her timid and quiet voice replaced with a loud voice, filled with anger.

“Don’t speak to me like that, you fucking bitch”, and Taehyun grabbed Yuna by her hair, pushing her against the wall. She struggled against him, and he grabbed her arm and bit it, a scream leaving Yuna.

Changbin pushed Taehyun off of Yuna, using all the strength he had and Taehyun was pushed out of the window, his body making a thud as it hit the ground. Changbin grabbed Yuna’s hand, running up the stairs and caught up with the others, running into a classroom and closed the door behind them.

You all barricaded the doors, making sure that the doors were barricaded enough so nothing could get it. When you were sure they were barricaded enough, you all sat back down on any seat that was left.

“Yuna, what happened to your arm?” Jisung asked as he glanced at her arm. Everyone whipped their heads to Yuna, noticing the bite mark on her arm. “Taehyun bit me”, she said, covering her arm with her hand.

“Wait, Jung Taehyun? Well, shit”, you said, gripping your hair. You paced around the room, trying to calm yourself down. “If he bit you then that means he’s alive and he might come after me and torment me again and I-” you were cut off by Yuna.

“y/n, breathe, it looks like you’re about to have a panic attack”, she said, trying to calm you down and luckily it worked. You sat back down and held your head in your hands. “Uhm, can I say something?” Changbin put his hand up slowly, wanting to say something. 

“While I was fighting with Taehyun, he looked different”, he explained, a confused look on his face. “Different, how?” Chan asked, wanting Changbin to elaborate. “Well, he looked like a zombie but also not? I don’t know, I can’t exactly explain it”, Changbin said, still holding Yuna’s hand. 

“If Taehyun was bitten, and he bit Yuna, doesn’t that mean Yuna could turn?” Chan asked, and everyone looked at Yuna. “It really depends on how long ago he was bitten. Besides, Changbin pushed him out the window so, he’s probably dead now”, Yuna said, and hearing Yuna say that made you feel a bit safer. Is Taehyun really dead?

“What if Yuna does end up turning though?” Hyunjin said, and everyone looked at him. “I mean, it’s a possibility, since Changbin said Taehyun could have been bitten”, he explained himself.

“Well, if that happens, I’ll let her bite me and we’ll leave together”, Changbin said, tying his and Yuna’s wrists together, ensuring that the ribbon was tight enough. “You don’t have to do that Changbin. I could have just left you guys by myself”, Yuna said, looking up at him.

“I wanted to”, Changbin said, looking down at her with a small smile. She smiled back at him and held his hand. The sound of zombies could be heard outside the classroom, bloody handprints on the glass. 

Everyone was sitting in a circle, apart from Changbin and Yuna, who were sitting far away from the group. Jisung saw a camcorder on the table in front of him, and picked it up. If no one ends up coming to rescue them then, making a video for their family is the right thing to do, right?

“Mom, Dad, it’s me. I hope you’re ok and not, you know, running round doing stupid shit like you normally do. Really, you both need to catch a break. Anyway, I miss you and if I don’t end up getting rescued, I love you. I love you both very much and miss you so much”, Jisung started crying by the end and ended the recording, passing it onto the next person, which was Minho.

“Mom, keep my cats safe otherwise I will go crazy”, that’s all that he said. The camcorder was passed around to everyone, saying something for their parents, and it was then passed on to you.

You pointed the camcorder on yourself, pressing record. You sat there in silence for a moment, not knowing what to say. Your family didn’t care about you, what were you supposed to say? You took a deep breath before speaking.

“Mom, Dad, if you end up seeing this, I’m sorry. Sorry for not being perfect like my siblings are, sorry for not being up to your standards. I know I’m not perfect but, is anyone really perfect? My friends aren’t perfect but that’s ok because I love them. Why couldn’t you do the same thing for me? Whenever I didn’t get great grades in school, you never told me ‘it’s ok, you can try again next time’, I got a slap instead and locked away in my room. All I ever asked for was your love and attention but I never got that, and the only attention I got was you guys always insulting me”, you were crying at this point, wiping your tears away, but no matter how many times you wiped them away, more and more continued to fall down your face. “Do you know how many times I wanted to end it all? Even if I did, I bet you wouldn’t even care, or even notice. I’m glad that I actually have people who care about me, and they’re the people who kept me sane and made me stay, even if I did want to leave. I both love and hate you”, and you stopped recording, got up and passed the camcorder to Yuna.

Little did you know, while you guys were filming yourselves on the camcorder, Nayeon was in the storage cupboard, listening to everything you said. She heard the pain in Jeongin’s voice when he spoke about Seungmin, and she felt a pang of guilt in her heart. She wanted to go outside and apologise, wanting to change, but she stopped once she heard her name being mentioned.

“If Nayeon didn’t murder Seungmin, everything would be ok but nothing is ok. We’re living in a fucking zombie apocalypse, which is only supposed to happen in films and tv shows but I guess not. That bitch ruined everything”, Jeongin said, not holding back as he ranted, saying everything that was on his mind. No one made any move to stop him, just in case he accidentally lashed out on them.

“I’m really hungry” you said, holding your stomach as it growled angrily. Everyone’s else's stomach also growled, you haven’t eaten in a while. Nayeon looked at the shelves, seeing them full of cans of soda and bags of food. She wanted to give some food and drinks to them but she couldn’t face them. Not just yet.

Suddenly, the sound of helicopters could be heard in the distance, and you looked out the window. They were far away, but you could see that they were circling the area, probably trying to look for survivors.

“Hey, do you think if we get to the roof, do you think we would be able to be rescued? If we get the helicopters attention, that is”, you said, pointing to the helicopters. “I mean, that sounds like a good idea but we're surrounded by zombies. We’d have to get all the zombies surrounding this area into one spot for us to leave”, Felix said, and you felt he was onto something.

“That could actually work, you know”, Chan said, coming up with something. He then thought of an idea as he grabbed a table. “If we put everything together in the middle of the room, making a barrier between us and them, we could get all of them in here and then we can leave”, Chan explained, and everyone agreed that was a good idea.

Everyone got to work putting everything together, placing tables, chairs, anything they found in the room, in the middle. They put everything on top of each other, ensuring it was high enough so the zombies couldn’t get to them. 

You worked in pairs, helping each other to put chairs and tables together. Once the barrier of chairs and tables was finished, you all stood back and made sure it looked ok. You were on different sides of the barrier, but luckily there was space for you to jump over. You, Felix, and Chan jumped over to the other side, but Hyunjin stayed. 

“W-what are you doing?” you stuttered, worried that Hyunjin wasn’t going with you. “Someone needs to open the door”, he said, and you sighed out of relief. “I’ll stay with you”, Jeongin said, jumping over to the other side. Jeongin stood near the door, waiting to open it. He waited for a moment before opening the door, running to jump over the makeshift barrier. 

As the zombies came piling in you all held the makeshift barrier, ensuring that it didn't collapse. Felix was at the other door, checking to see how many more zombies there were, waiting for them to stop coming so he could open the door.

“Felix, how many more are there?!” Jeongin shouted, struggling to hold up the makeshift barrier as more and more zombies came piling in. “There’s still a few more to go!” Felix answered, getting more and more stressed as the minutes passed.

Zombies climbed the makeshift barrier, trying to grab you. You picked up an object, hitting zombies with it. Everyone else did the same, trying to get the zombies down before they climbed over.

Felix looked outside and saw there were no more zombies coming, and he shouted. “Let’s go!” and he opened the door. Minho and Jisung were the first out the door, using the remaining of their energy. Changbin and Yuna were the next ones out the door, and then Chan and Felix followed after him. You, Jeongin and Hyunjin were the last ones in the room, still holding onto the makeshift barrier.

“On the count of three, we run together, ok?” Hyunjin spoke to the both of you, and you both nodded. He took a deep breath before counting.

“One”

Zombies still tried climbing up on top of the makeshift barrier.

“Two”

One zombie tried reaching out to grab you, inching closer and closer to your arm.

“Three”

You all ran towards the door, zombies destroying the makeshift barrier as they ran after you. You didn’t stop running, even if you grew tired. You were focused on getting to the roof, no matter what. 

You all managed to reach the doors leading to the roof, but it was unfortunately locked. “Fuck, it’s locked from the outside”, Felix said as he struggled to open it. Everyone looked down the staircase, waiting for the worst. The zombies started running up the stairs, and everyone started panicking. Minho saw a fabric covering on the floor, and picked it up. Changbin and Jisung helped him, throwing it over the zombies. 

They held the fabric covering over the zombies, trying to stop them going up the stairs any further. Yuna felt something inside her change, her fingers cracking. She tried to fight it, holding her face as it started to hurt from the voices inside her head.

As Changin was holding the fabric covering, a part of it flew upwards and what he saw scared him. Walking up the stairs was Taehyun, his face bloodier than before, an evil smile on his face. He grabbed a zombie by their hair and lifted them up, using them as a shield as he continued walking up the stairs. 

Taehyun suddenly saw you by the door, trying to open it. You turned around and almost screamed, seeing Taehyun with a grin on his face. “I see you’re still alive. You won’t be for much longer”, and he chuckled darkly, dropping the zombie and charged at you. Yuna stopped him though, gripping his shirt and lifted him up, throwing up backwards down the stairs. 

Suddenly, the doors unlocked and Felix opened the door, and saw the helicopter flying away, running to try and catch it, but it was no use. The helicopter was gone and wasn’t coming back for them. 

Changbin was the last person to come out onto the roof, closing the door behind him, locking it. As Changbin started walking backwards, someone, or something, started banging on the door numerous times before stopping. 

“Seems like Taehyun is pissed and taking it out on the door”, Changbin said as he walked over to the group, seeing them sitting on the ground. He sat on the ground with them, sitting next to Yuna. 

“Guess we’re stuck out here for a while”, Jisung said, lying down on the ground. “Well, since we’re out here for a while, why don’t we confess things or something, I don’t know, anything so I don’t end up dying from boredom”, Minho said, and everyone agreed that you had to do something while you’re stuck on the roof for god knows how long.

Since it was starting to get dark soon, you found some sticks to create a fire, putting them in a pile. “Does anyone have a lighter or something?” you asked, and Yuna pulled one out of her pocket, handing it to you. You set fire to one of the sticks, using that stick to make the fire. You blew on it, making the fire bigger and put it onto the campfire. 

You all sat in a circle, huddling together. It started to get rather cold, making you shiver as you tried wrapping your sweater around your body, but it didn’t work. Hyunjin saw you shivering, bringing you closer to him.

“So, who wants to be the first one to make a confession?” Chan asked, looking round the circle. Jisung put his hand up, volunteering to be the first one. “Remember that time when someone ate Minho’s noodles and we never found out who it was? It was me. I don’t regret it though because they were amazing”, Jisung confessed, and Minho gasped, hitting his arm numerous times, making you laugh.

“I miss my cats so much”, Minho confessed, and you weren’t surprised at that. Minho got his cats when they were kittens, and that was 5 years ago. He hasn’t seen them properly for a few months, only seeing them through video calls or pictures from his mum.

“I like Yuna”, Changbin confessed, squeezing her hand as he looked at her with a smile. ‘Aww’s’ and ‘that’s cute’ were said and you thought it was cute that Changbin managed to find someone. “Yuna, are you going to say something?” you asked, worried that she’s not saying anything.

“I like you too, Changbin”, she said back, smiling at him. You felt happy for them, despite being in a zombie apocalypse. The next person to confess something was Felix, and he looked deep in thought. 

“This might be obvious but, I really miss Australia”, he said, and he looked really sad. He hasn’t been back to Australia for a couple of months, and he only talks to his family via video calls or phone calls. A single tear ran down his face, using his hand to wipe it away before anybody could see it.

“I’m actually afraid of the dark”, Chan was the next one to make a confession, and you never knew he was afraid of the dark. Maybe he was just good at masking his fear of it. “Jeongin, do you have anything to confess?”, Chan asked him, and Jeongin looked like he was trying to think of something.

“I’ve never had bungeoppang before”, he confessed, and you gasped. “You’ve never had that before? After we get rescued and get out of here, we should get bungeoppang so you can say you’ve finally had it”, Chan said, holding out his pinky for Jeongin to link his pinky finger with.

“Hyunjin, do you have anything to confess?” you asked him, looking up at him. He hummed as he tried to think of something, closing his eyes, something he always does when he’s thinking of something.

“I really want a brother or a sister. It’s boring being an only child sometimes”, he confessed, pouting. You never knew he wanted a sibling. You always thought he enjoyed being an only child. “What about you, y/n?” Chan asked, everyone now looking at you. You pretended to be in thought, and you looked at Felix. He winked at you, and you glared at him.

“I like someone”, you confessed, playing with the sleeves of your sweater. “Who do you like, y/n?” Felix asked you, and you gave him a death glare as a warning. “Yeah y/n, who do you like?” Hyunjin asked you, really wanting to know.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. “You”, you said, looking at Hyunjin. You can’t believe you actually confessed you like him in front of everyone. This is really embarrassing. What if your fear comes true and he rejects you, telling you he hates you?

“Oh, um, I don’t know what to say. One second, I need a moment”, and he got up, walking away to the edge of the building. Great, he definitely hates you. You looked at Felix and he gave you a sad look. He nodded his head towards Hyunjin, telling you to follow him. You got up and walked over to where Hyunjin was, standing beside him.

Nothing was said between the two of you as you looked into the distance. “I hope this doesn’t change things between us”, you said, not looking at him. He looked down at you and you felt him looking at you.

“I just want to be alone right now, please”, he said, and you nodded your head and walked away, joining the others again. Once you were out of sight, Hyunjin sat on the floor, hugging his knees. 

Hyunjin sat alone for a few minutes, looking at the others. He looked up and saw a pair of hands gripping the edge of the roof, and then he saw a face. It was Taehyun’s face, and he was grinning like a madman. He jumped over the edge and landed on the rooftop. 

Hyunjin got up and freaked out, trying to run to the others, but Taehyun stopped him. “Yah, get off me”, Hyunjin shouted, which caught everyone’s attention. You saw Taehyun and you don’t know what came over you, but you ran over to him and kicked the back of his leg, sending him to the ground.

“Don’t touch him, you piece of shit”, you spat at him, Hyunjin running to the others. Taehyun got up and chuckled darkly, walking towards you. “I’ve been waiting for this moment”, and he grabbed you by the throat, applying pressure. You hit his arm as he lifted you up, your legs dangling off the ground. 

Jeongin tackled Taehyun to the ground, causing him to drop you to the ground as you coughed violently, holding your throat. Jeongin hit Taehyun over and over again, not thinking of stopping. Hyunjin ran over to Jeongin, getting him off Taehyun.

Everyone tried to fight him, but Taehyun ended up either pushing them down, or hitting them. Yuna had enough so she allowed the half zombie in her to take over, giving her the strength she needs to fight Taehyun. Her eye went bloodshot as veins bulged out of her face, grabbing a piece of wood from the fire and hitting Taehyun on the back with it. He turned around and saw her, gripping her by the neck. He slapped her and she fell to the ground, making him smirk. He turned around and headed towards you again, but he soon felt a sharp pain in the back of his leg.

Yuna stabbed him in the back of the leg with a piece of wood, and he stared down at her. He grabbed the piece of wood out of his leg, and tried to stab Yuna with it, but she grabbed his arm, stopping him. Taehyun tried getting her off him, slapping her but nothing worked. He tried kicking her, lifting his arm up, but she still wouldn’t let go. “Get off me, you bitch”, he snarled.

Yuna lifted herself off the ground, gripping higher on his arm. Taehyun dragged her across the ground, throwing her around but even that wouldn’t get her off him.he soon kicked her, which made Yuna lose her grip, and she got off his arm. He picked her up and gripped her by the back of her hair.

He stared at her for a moment, trying to distinguish what he could smell. “You smell nice”, he smirked and Yuna pushed him, hitting him over again. Taehyun grabbed her by the hair again, stopping her. “We’re on the same side, you know? Smell me. Go on”, he brought his face closer to hers, trying to get her to smell him.

“Fuck you”, and she gripped his hair, kicking him in the stomach. Taehyun flew to the ground, hitting the wall edge of the roof. Changbin kicked him in the back of the leg and then in the stomach, but Taehyun gripped him by the neck, pushing him towards the edge. Yuna ran to Taehyun, gripping him by the back of the shirt and threw him over the edge, but Taehyun was still holding Changbin as he went over, Changbin going over with him.

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48 hours ago

Mr. Nam was waiting in the interrogation room to be questioned, his hands cuffed to the table. The door opened, revealing a detective, which he assumed was the one who was going to be questioning him. 

The detective sat opposite him, looking at him without saying anything. Mr. Nam felt uncomfortable under his gaze, shifting in his seat. “Before we get started, let me just say a few things. You used to work for a pharmaceutical company in Busan a couple of years ago, until you went off the rails and suddenly disappeared, moving out of the country. You then came to Seoul University a few months ago to become a supply science teacher”, he said, looking through the file in front of him”, “now that we have that out of the way, do you know why you’re here?” the detective said, whose name was Hyunsik, raising an eyebrow at Mr. Nam.

“No”, he pretended he didn’t know, playing dumb. Hyunsik scoffed at him, asking him the question again. Mr. Nam still gave the same answer, which frustrated Hyunsik. “You’re here because you kidnapped a student, and drugged her”, Hyunsik said, leaning back in his chair. “Why did you do it?”

“She was bitten and infected with a virus, so I had to stop the spread, but now she’s gone to the hospital and everyone is fucked”, Mr. Nam said, not looking at Hyunsik, but at the wall instead. “So, what you’re telling me is, the young girl got bitten and infected with some sort of virus, so you decided to kidnap her and drug her? This is bullshit”, Hyunsik said, not believing a word he was saying.

“It’s true”, Mr. Nam said, “because I created the virus”, and as soon as he said that, Hyunsik gave him a look of disbelief and horror. “Why would you do such a thing?” Hyunsik asked, wondering why someone would do such a terrible thing.

“Do you have any kids?” Mr. Nam asked Hyunsik, dodging the question. Hyunsik shook his head, wondering what he was trying to say. “You see, I had a son, and he was badly bullied. He always came home bloody and bruised, crying his eyes out. I tried helping him but nothing worked as he kept coming home hurt. Until one day I snapped and told him he needed to fight back, he needed to be strong to fight against his bullies”, Mr. Nam stopped for a moment before speaking again, “I thought by injecting him with the virus I made, he would be able to fight off his bullies”, Mr. Nam said, and Hyunsik leaned forward in his chair.

“By creating a monster”, he said, glaring at Mr. Nam. “How do we stop this?” Hyunsik asked, hoping there is a cure for the virus. “It’s too late. We’re all fucked. The girl at the hospital has probably already infected loads of people by now”, Mr. Nam said, smirking to himself.

“So what you’re saying is, there is absolutely no cure for this? You’re supposed to be a pharmacist, and you’re telling me you can’t make a cure?!” Hyunsik was in disbelief, not believing what he was hearing. He threw his arms up in the air and sat back in his chair, chuckling to himself.

“In my office”, Mr. Nam said after a few minutes of silence, confusing Hyunsik. “What did you say?” Hyunsik asked, leaning forward in his chair again. “My laptop is in my office, and it has everything on there”, Mr. Nam said, confessing that there might be a cure.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing another detective. “Sir, we have a problem”, the other detective said, and Hyunsik got up out of his seat, following the detective out of the room. Mr. Nam was alone again, sighing to himself.

After a few minutes, Hyunsik came back into the room, and he looked more pissed off than before. “You’ve created an actual zombie apocalypse, or whatever it is. Everything is a mess because of you”, Hyunsik said, getting right in Mr. Nam’s face. “Now, you said your laptop is in your office, right? We need you to go to the University and retrieve it for us”, Hyunsik said, uncuffing him from the table.

He left the room, holding Mr. Nam’s bicep as they both walked down the hallway. They were about to pass a room, when all of a sudden, someone came running out of it, falling to the ground as they held their neck.

Hyunsik pushed Mr. Nam into the nearest bathroom, and ran to help. Mr. Nam watched as everything unfolded, seeing people being attacked and turning into zombies. He slowly walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, smirking to himself as he saw the mess he created, zombies running everywhere.

Hyunsik was fighting a zombie, trying to stop them from biting him. Mr. Nam suddenly appeared, pushing the zombie off of him, hitting them in the head with a pole. “Go, get the laptop from my office”, Mr. Nam said, feeling teeth sinking into his shoulder. He let out a scream, dropping the pole he was holding, the pole hitting the ground.

Hyunsik watched as Mr. Nam got attacked by several zombies, fearing for his life. “GO!” Mr. Nam shouted and Hyunsik turned on his heel, running out of the building. As soon as he got outside, he was met with zombies running around, coming from different directions. He looked ahead of him, and saw a car in the distance, the car door open. He counted to three in his head before making a run for it, heading towards the car, avoiding any zombies that got in his way.

As soon as he reached the car, he saw someone stuck between the building and the car, and he got his gun out. “Wait! I’m a human, I’m not infected!” the person said, putting his arms up. Hyunsik put his gun away, helping the person.

“What’s your name?” Hyunsik asked, noticing the uniform he is wearing. He was a police officer, but he was still in training. “Byungchan”, the younger said, bowing at Hyunsik. “I assume you’re still in training, right?” Hyunsik asked as soon as they both ran to cover, hiding behind a wall.

“Yes sir. I train at Seoul University”, he said, and Hyunsik snapped his head around, looking at him. “Seoul University? That’s great because that’s where I need to go”, Hyunsik said, looking for where they can get to. A car, a truck, anything they can use to get away. “I was interrogating someone who created this mess, and I need his laptop to see if there is a cure, and to see if he was telling the truth”, Hyunsik said, and the younger had a shiver run up and down his spine.

“You see that bike over there?” Hyunsik pointed to a bike in the distance, Byungchan looking in the direction of where he was pointing. “If we can get to that bike, we can escape on that”, Hyunsik said, and Byungchan seemed to agree with that idea. They both waited until the area had an opening, and as soon there was one, they both ran towards the bike.

They got on the bike, and before they managed to drive off, the sounds of screaming was heard behind them. They turned around and saw a little girl running away from zombies, and Hyunsik got off the bike and ran to grab her, and went inside a restaurant nearby. Hyunsik and Byungchan barricaded themselves inside the restaurant, making sure no zombies could get in, and then Hyunsik checked on the little girl.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Hyunsik asked the little girl, holding her face in his hands, to see if she had any injuries. Luckily she had none. “Jiwoo”, she sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve. “Where’s your mum, Jiwoo?” Hyunsik asked, wondering why she wasn’t with her parents. Jiwoo pointed outside, and Hyunsik saw her pointing to one of the zombies in the window.

“You’re safe with us now, ok?” Hyunsik said, and hugged Jiwoo, wrapping his arms around her gently. She cried into his chest, tears soaking his shirt. “I want my mom”, she cried, her nose snotty from the amount of crying. Hyunsik held the back of her head, gently calming her down, rocking her side to side. Luckily she managed to calm down after a few minutes, sniffles still escaping her but her tears had stopped. 

They stayed inside the restaurant for a while, finding anything they can use to make protective gear for their arms, legs, anything to cover themselves with. Once they were sure they were protected enough, they made a move to leave the restaurant. Hyunnsik crouched down to Jiwoo’s level, and looked at her. 

“When we leave, I want you to hold onto me and close your eyes, ok?” Hyunsik said, and Jiwoo nodded, her sniffles long gone. They left the restaurant, getting back on the bike. Hyunsik in the front, Jiwoo behind him, and Byungchan on the back of the bike. Hyunsik started the bike, riding away from the zombies.

Byungchan got his gun out of his pocket, shooting at any zombies that came near them, shooting randomly. “Yah, do you even know how to use a gun?!” Hyunsik yelled, concentrating on the road. “Yeah and no”, Byungchan answered. Well that wasn’t very convincing.

Hyunsik rode for god knows how long, turning around a corner. “Don’t stop”, Byungchan said, looking back and seeing the zombies still chasing them. “Yah, I’m not stupid”, Hyunsik said, still looking in front of him. He found a little alleyway, and rode down it, not seeing any zombies in sight.

They left the alleyway, and there were no zombies in sight, and they continued riding along the concrete, laughing to themselves as they fled the zombies. “We’re free!” Byungchan said as he laughed, patting Jiwoo on the head gently. Hyunsik slowed down, riding at a reasonable pace. 

They were about to pass a small house, when they heard a yell coming from somewhere. “Help me, please”, a small voice said, and both Hyunsik and Byungchan looked around, trying to see where the voice was coming from.

Hyunsik looked up, and saw someone sitting on a roof, and Hyunsik stopped the bike. “Hey you, are you ok?” Hyunsik asked, the person sitting on the roof looking down at him. “Please help me, I’m stuck and I hurt my leg”, the guy said, and Hyunsik was conflicted whether to keep going, or to save the poor guy.

“Yah, don’t stop, keep going”, Byungchan said, patting Hyunsik on the shoulder. Hyunsik wanted to keep going, but he didn’t want to leave the poor guy behind. Besides, what happens if he rides off without him and he ends up regretting it? He wouldn’t forgive himself if he did.

Hyunsik took his helmet off and put it on Byungchan, going to save the poor guy. “Don’t move, I’ll be back”, Hyunsik said, climbing up onto the roof. As soon as Hyunsik turned his back, Byungchan rode off, leaving him behind. “YAH”, Hyunsik shouted, anger bubbling up inside of him.

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“So, what’s your name then?” Hyunsik asked the younger man, sitting beside him. “Taejin”, he said, putting his hand out for Hyunsik to shake. Hyunsik just stared at the hand, and Taejin awkwardly put his hand away. “What are you doing up here anyway?” Hyunsik asked, and he pointed to Taejin’s leg. 

“I was running away from zombies and I ended up climbing up here, but I hurt my leg in the process”, he said, feeling slightly embarrassed about hurting his leg. Hyunsik patted his leg, causing Taejin to wince. They stayed up there for god knows how long, and Hyunsik put padding around Taejin’s leg, protecting it.

All of a sudden, there were a bunch of zombies surrounding them, and they were panicking. They were trapped and they didn’t know what to do. Suddenly out of nowhere, a bus came charging in, hitting a bunch of the zombies, knocking them over. That’s when Hyunsik realised who was driving the bus: Byungchan.

“Yah, you came back, you idiot”, Hyunsik shouted at Byungchan, and he suddenly felt a bit guilty for going off on the bike. “Hey, I was going to come back, you know? See, I found a bus. Now jump on”, Byungchan shouted up to Hyunsik, and Hyunsik got up, getting ready to jump on top of the bus.

Hyunsik jumped, landing on top of the bus, holding on to the edges for support. “Hey, don’t leave me, please”, Taejin pleaded, wincing as he stood up. “If you don’t want to stay here, then jump”, Hyunsik said, gesturing to Taejin to jump. “But I hurt my leg”, Taejin said, hesitating whether or not to jump. 

“If you’re not going to jump then we’ll leave you here”, Hyunsik threatened, and that made Taejin panic. “Ok, ok, I’ll jump, just give me a moment”, Taejin said, getting closer to the edge, getting ready to jump. He took a step back, and took a leap, landing on top of the bus. Hyunsik hit the side of the bus, letting Byungchan know that he could drive off.

Byungchan has been driving for a while now, both Hyunsik and Taejin now inside the bus, Jiwoo cuddling up to Taejin as she tries to fall asleep. “You’re a traitor, you know that?” Hyunsik said to Byungchan, referring to him riding off on the bike without him. “Hey, I came back, didn’t I? I got us a bus”, Byungchan said, looking behind him to look at Hyunsik. Though that was a bad idea as Hyunsik shouted, telling Byungchan to watch out, but it was too late. He had hit someone, and they flew across the road.

Hyunsik got up out of his seat, leaving the bus and running to the person that was hit. He noticed it was a girl, and he also saw a bicycle not far from her. He crouched down to see if she was ok, but got startled as she got up, as if she wasn’t just hit a few minutes ago.

“Are you ok?” Hyunsik asked the girl, and she nodded. Suddenly, there was a bright light aiming at the two, and Hyunsik covered the girl, protecting her from whatever the light was. That was when he saw a group of soldiers holding guns, which were pointed at them. “Hey wait, we’re not zombies”, Hyunsik said, putting his arms up. The soldiers looked at each other before walking towards the two in front of them, grabbing them. Another soldier went inside the bus, and grabbed Byungchan and Taejin, as well as Jiwoo.

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Both Hyunsik and Byungchan were sitting in a room, with a couple of soldiers in the room with them. They were explaining to the soldiers what they were doing, and that they were trying to reach Seoul University to retrieve a laptop.

“So this laptop has information on it about this virus outbreak, and there could possibly be a cure on it?” the soldier said, whose name they didn’t get. They both nodded and the soldier in front of them called one of his troops, whispering something to him, and he nodded before leaving the room.

“Ok what we will do is, I’ll send a group of troops out to the university so they can retrieve the laptop, and see if there is information on it”, the soldier said, and the two in front of him nodded. They were both escorted out of the room and to a separate room for them to stay in, to be quarantined. They can’t believe they actually made it to the quarantine zone, let alone be rescued.

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Changbin closed his eyes, waiting for the impact of him hitting the ground, but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw Yuna holding his wrist. He looked down at the ground and saw Taehyun, lying on the ground. But he soon got up and ran away somewhere. Yuna pulled Changbin up, and he laid down on the rooftop. Everyone sighed out of relief once they saw Changbin was ok, and they all sat down again.

“My life flashed before my eyes. I thought I was going to die”, Changbin said, looking up at the darkening sky above him. Suddenly the sound of a helicopter could be heard, and everyone stood up. They all saw a helicopter heading towards them, and they all put their hands up, jumping up and down.

The helicopter didn’t land, however, as soldiers came down on a hoist. They landed on the rooftop, detaching the hoist from their harness. As soon as you walked towards the soldiers, they aimed their guns at you, making you put your hands up. “Hey, we’re not infected”, Chan said, standing in front of you. The soldiers threatened to shoot if he didn’t stand back, so you pushed him backwards, making him stand beside you.

“Get on the ground. Now!” one of the soldiers demanded, and you all got on the ground. One of the other soldiers checked everyone’s temperature, ensuring that everyone’s temperature was normal. Changbin looked at Yuna, and suddenly got worried. 

Everyone’s temperature was thankfully normal, and the soldier went to Yuna, checking her temperature as he placed the thermometer in her ear. “34.5°C”, the soldier said, and he requested a thermal blanket, putting it over Yuna to try and keep her warm. 

A few of the soldiers connected their hoist to the rooftop, attaching it securely, before jumping off the side of the roof and in through one of the windows, the glass smashing on impact. The few soldiers that were left stayed with you, and started getting ready to rescue you. Jisung was the first one, one of the soldiers putting the harness on him. 

Jisung felt himself being lifted into the air, the hoist pulling him upwards to the helicopter. One of the soldiers got a message in his ear piece a moment later, requesting to call the rescue mission off. “We found someone who is infected in quarantine, but she’s asymptomatic. She doesn’t seem to be a zombie but she is infected with the virus”, he was told, and he was shocked.

The soldier called to his teammate, telling him to release Jisung, and he seemed to hesitate at first, since he wanted them to be rescued, but he listened to the instructions, sending Jisung down. He was confused, wondering why he was going down. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jisung asked, the harness being taken off of him, and he was pushed back to the group. He tried running forward, but a gun was aimed at his head, making him freeze. “Don’t come any closer kid, otherwise I will shoot. Trust me, I don’t want to, but it’s what I was instructed to do. I’m sorry”, the soldier said, guilt evident in his voice.

Guns could be heard in the distance, and then it went silent. The soldiers came back, one of them holding a briefcase which had the laptop in. The soldiers attached their harness to the hoist, being lifted up into the helicopter again.

You were soon left alone again as the helicopter took off, flying into the distance. You grew angry, felt abandoned and forgotten. You felt like you shouldn’t trust adults anymore, they never cared about you. Were they ever going to rescue you in the first place?

You kicked the fire over, destroying it as you screamed, letting out all your anger. No one stopped you, they just watched as you started kicking things, destroying everything you saw.

You calmed down after a few minutes, and you suddenly felt a drop of water on your forehead. You looked up and saw it had started raining. The rain poured down from the sky, drenching you. 

Everyone except you started jumping around, enjoying the rain as it had been a while since they saw rain. Though the jumping of excitement turned into sadness, the realisation of not being rescued hit. You all started crying, crying out of pain, sadness, anger.

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You all had been sitting under shelter (which was made by Chan) for a while now, and you were planning on how you were going to make an escape plan, since it seemed like no one was ever going to rescue you. “So, how are we going to get out of here?” Changbin asked.

“If we head towards the mountains, we can go that way and walk towards Busan. Yeah, it will take us hours to walk there but, it’s the only option we have”, Chan said, and you all seemed to agree with him. You have no other choice. Suddenly, a crash of thunder startled you, a flash of lightning lighting up the sky.

“Since zombies follow sound, we can go whenever there is a crash of lightning”, you suggested, and everyone agreed. You all got up and headed towards the door, going inside one by one. Hyunjin held your hand, making sure you stuck together. 

You all went down the stairs, tiptoeing to ensure you didn't make any noise. You exited the nearest door, heading outside back into the pouring rain. You stayed along the walls, out of sight of any zombies. You hid behind a wall, looking out to see if there was an opening you can run to. There was a truck in the distance, which looked like there were no zombies around.

“On the count of three, we run, ok?” Chan whispered, ensuring that you all heard him. You nodded, and Chan counted to three on his fingers. As soon as he hit three, you all ran, heading towards where the truck is. You all started to crawl underneath the truck, getting to the other side. Hyunjin was about to crawl under it until he saw his mum. The thing was though, she was now a zombie.

“Mum?” Hyunjin’s voice cracked as soon as he saw her, everyone looking between them. Hyunjin was about to run to her when Jeongin stopped him, wrapping his arms tightly around him to ensure he doesn’t run off. “MOM!” he screamed at the top of his voice, tears blurring his vision.

Jeongin ran, pulling Hyunjin along with him, following the rest of the group. They didn’t stop, not even for a moment. They both caught up with the rest of the group, running towards the gymnasium. Jeongin was the last person inside, locking the door so no zombies could get in. Yuna stood there, staring into the dark abyss, noticing something was wrong.

“Yuna, what’s wrong?” Changbin asked, trying to see what she was looking at. “We’re not alone in here”, she said and everyone looked into the darkness. A flash of lightning lit up the gymnasium and they saw it: there were a bunch of zombies roaming the room. Everyone ran towards a supply cupboard, pushing any zombies that got in their way. They all ran into the cupboard, closing the door behind them, locking it.

“Now what do we do?” Jisung asked, sitting down. You didn’t know what to do at this point, at a loss for words. You were trapped at this point. “Why don’t we just sleep for now, wait and see what happens tomorrow”, Chan said, and everyone liked the sound of sleep right now, so that’s what you all did.

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You woke up after a couple of hours, noticing you had fallen asleep on Hyunjin’s leg. He felt movement on his leg, and woke up to see you lying on him. You expected him to push you off or something but he did the exact opposite. He smiled down at you, stroking your hair. 

Everyone else soon woke up not long after you two, stretching their limbs. No one knows what time it was, but they figured it was probably near mid morning since it was now bright outside.

The faint sound of zombies could be heard from outside, faint sounds of groaning and grumbling. Everyone got up, wondering how they were going to leave. Jisung, being the clumsy person he was, accidentally tripped over, falling into a metal storage cage. That’s when he came up with an idea. 

“Hey, maybe we can use these for protection”, Jisung suggested, making everyone look at the metal storage cage. There were about three or 4 of them in the room with them, and they all grabbed them, creating one big shield. They found lots of items they could use to make it, such as zip ties, duct tape, and so on.

As Changbin was looking in a basket, he found a couple of chocolate bars hiding in the bottom of it. “Hey, I found some chocolate bars”, he announced to the whole group, and everyone’s heads whipped around to look at them, a smile on their faces. Changbin handed them out, and thankfully there were enough for everyone to have their own. Why there were that many chocolate bars in the basket, no one knows, but they didn’t think about that.

Once they finished eating their chocolate, they got back to work. They ensured the shield was sturdy enough, and then they found items they could make for themselves. They found shin pads, shoulder pads, and elbow and knee pads.

They got into position, getting ready to leave and go back into the gymnasium full of zombies. “Ready?” Chan asked, looking around at everyone. “No”, Jisung replied, feeling scared, but who could blame him?

Chan counted to three, and he opened the door, all of you pushing the makeshift shield together. You all pushed it towards the door at the other end of the gymnasium, or at least tried to, zombies trying to destroy the shield by pushing themselves up against it. “Yah, they’re trying to climb over”, Minho yelled, trying to push them off. 

They got closer and closer to the exit, and started struggling as the zombies kept pushing against them. Minho tried pulling a zombie off him, but in the process, the zombie bit his hand, and he felt his world collapse. He was going to turn and he was scared. “Minho?” Jisung’s voice wavered, seeing the bite on his hand. Minho wiped the tears off his face, clearing his throat.

Minho pulled apart the shield, getting out. “Minho, stop!” Jisung cried, but it was too late. Minho got surrounded by the zombies and they started attacking him. “GO”, he shouted, demanding for the others to escape. Jisung wanted to stay with Minho, tears blurring his vision as he called out for him, but Felix pulled him along with him.They reached the door, but it wouldn’t budge. 

“Fuck, it won’t open”, Chan said, kicking and hitting the door numerous times. Chan yelled out of frustration, trying to get the door to budge but it was no use. You helped him, pushing into the door with your shoulder, not caring if it was hurting you. 

You went to try one more time and before you even reached the door, it suddenly flew open, revealing the last person you expected to see. Your brother Jake. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in France doing some military training. 

You don’t know why you did it but, you ran to him and hugged him. You were just glad to see someone else who wasn’t a zombie. “What are you doing here?” you asked him as soon as you were all out of the gymnasium. “We’ll talk later. We all need to go”, he said, pointing at a group of zombies heading your way. 

You ran up a hill, heading towards a tennis court, your brother locking the gate as soon as you all got inside the court. You all thought you would be safe inside the tennis court but you were wrong, as zombies started to surround you all, coming from different directions. Your brother ran to his bag which was in the middle of the court, grabbing a flare torch. 

As soon as the zombies came crashing in, breaking the gate down, Jake lit the flare and threw it to one side of the court, the zombies following it. “Go”, Jake shouted to you, but you refused to leave without him. “No, we’re not leaving without you. I don’t want to lose anyone else”, you cried, Hyunjin holding your hand.

You all ran to the other side of the court, opening the gate and going through it. You waited for Jake to leave but instead, he closed the gate as soon as you left, locking it. “What are you doing?” you asked, confused as to why he wasn’t leaving with you. “Go. Leave here, go to Busan”, he demanded, a group of zombies attacking him.

You didn’t want to but Hyunjin pulled you away from the court, running towards the mountains.

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You don’t know how long you’ve been walking for, but you were sure you were out of Seoul by now. Surely there can’t be any zombies out of Seoul. Right?

It looked like you were in a ghost town, everyone empty and literally no people there. It was foggy, making it difficult to see in front of you. Yuna stopped walking, noticing something different felt right.

“Yuna, what’s wrong?” Changbin asked, standing beside her. “We’re not alone”, she said, closing her eyes. It seemed like she was counting something, whispering to herself. She soon opened her eyes, gasping. 

“There are about 10 zombies coming this way”, she said and a few seconds later, zombies came running towards them, their silhouettes appearing through the fog. You picked up the nearest object, which was a shovel, and whacked a zombie over the head with it, knocking it to the ground.

Jisung grabbed a pole, hitting a zombie across the face, blood splattering on him. Another zombie charged at him, Jisung moving out the way, the zombie crashing into one of the stalls. 

Felix was fighting off a zombie, using a pole he found to push it away from him, but he didn’t realise that a zombie was charging at him, tackling Felix to the ground. Felix fought the zombie off, trying to avoid getting bitten. Felix saw a sharp piece of wood on the ground next to him, grabbing it and stabbed the zombie in the neck, pushing it off him. 

Felix stood up, dusting his clothes off. He went to help Jeongin fight off another zombie but before he could reach him, he saw another zombie charging at him. Chan saw and immediately ran to save Felix, falling on top of him. The zombie attacked Chan, earning a scream from him. “Chan hyung!” Felix cried, fearing for him.

Jisung and Changbin pulled the zombies off of Chan, and Chan fell to the ground, lying on his back. Felix held Chan, looking down at him with tears in his eyes. “C-chan hyung”, Felix whimpered, his voice breaking. Everyone was crying, realising that they’ve lost another person. Chan was the person who kept the whole group together, keeping everyone sane.

“C-changbin”, Chan managed to say, feeling his body twitching. “Look after them for me”, he said, and he felt himself turning. Felix screamed and he felt himself being pulled away from Chan. Chan got up, and suddenly charged at Felix, screaming. You didn’t think as you whacked the shovel across Chan’s face, knocking him to the ground. “Sorry Chan”, you cried, feeling guilty for doing that.

You all started running again, heading towards Busan. Yuna trailed behind the group, the sudden urge to bite someone. Go on, bite them, you know you want to, she thought to herself, but she didn’t want to do that, they are her friends. So instead, she bit her own hand as she cried. She ran off, away from the group.

Changbin looked behind him and saw Yuna was nowhere to be found. “Yuna?” Changbin called out, yelling her name over and over again. “Where’d she go?” you asked, and saw Changbin run off, and you ran after him.

“YUNA?!” he called out, but heard no response. He turned a corner and saw Yuna, who was eating someone. “Yuna?” he called out, and Yuna dropped the body. She turned around, seeing Changbin and you.

“Hey, Yuna, you ok?” you asked, slowly walking towards her. But that was a bad idea as she charged at you, knocking you to the ground. She went to bite you but she stopped herself, screaming and crying. 

“Hey, you can bite me, it’s ok”, you said, giving her access to your neck. She leant down and put her face in the crook of your neck, but she couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to do it. She got up off of you, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry”, she said before running off somewhere. 

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You made it to the border of Busan, the feeling of stones under your feet as you walked on the train track. A group of soldiers saw you, aiming their guns at you, but you put your arms up, telling them that you’re survivors. They ran towards you, getting you to safety, guiding you to where a couple of trucks are.

The journey to the quarantine zone was quiet as you rested your head on Hyunjin’s shoulder, feeling exhausted. He held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the skin as he squeezed it. He looked down at you, noticing how you were trying really hard not to drift off. Just as he was about to say something to you, the truck came to a stop, telling you that you had arrived at the quarantine zone.

You were all assigned different rooms, which were all next to each other. You had necessities given to you like towels, water bottles, toothbrush and toothpaste, and so on. You entered your room, and you never felt so relieved to see a bed in your life. The first thing you did after putting your stuff down was to lie on your bed, and you immediately fell asleep, having your first proper good night's sleep in a long time.

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It’s been about four months since you arrived at the quarantine zone, and during your time there, you’ve hardly spoken to anyone. You’re not surprised by that since everyone is still shook after losing someone they loved.

You were casually wandering around, your woolly coat covering your body, protecting you from the cold bitterness in the air. You saw Hyunjin sitting on the ground, so you walked up to him. He noticed you, and stood up, smiling at you.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” you asked, twiddling with your fingers. He didn’t say anything as he nodded, following you to a secluded area. He stood in front of you, waiting for what you had to say. “About what I said back then on the rooftop. I’m sorry if I scared you by saying that, I wasn’t thinking and I-” you were cut off by a pair of lips on yours, causing you to squeak. You realised it was only Hyunjin, and you kissed him back. It was only a short kiss, but that didn’t matter. You were glad to know that Hyunjin felt the same way. “It’s ok, you don’t need to apologise”, he smiled at you, patting you on the head, making you giggle. 

Out of nowhere, Jisung came tumbling down behind you, making you jump. “Yah, stop falling over”, Hyunjin jokingly said, making you laugh. Jisung got up, dusting himself off. Changbin, Felix and Jeongin came out from behind a wall, clapping their hands. “Wait, were you guys spying on us?” Hyunjin glared at them, and they all made a face, showing their guilt. “It was Changbin hyungs idea”, Jeongin said, pointing at Changbin. “Yah, don’t expose me”, Changbin said, shaking Jeongin. You and Hyunjin just laughed, glad to see them almost back to their usual selves. You’re not sure how long it will be until you’re all fully ok again but, in the meantime, you’re just glad to have the people around you.

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[disconnected-dragon]

since i like to project onto people (and because I just saw the barbie movie and it was fantastic)--

spider-kids doll collecting headcanons post time (brands, do they play with them, and other stuff)

miles: bratz and barbie collector, but likes Bratz the best. probably also has a dreamhouse that his dolls all live in. does actually play with his dolls sometimes and makes up insane/unhinged stories to cope with being spiderman. Just to distract. stand-in for Dok Ock (redressed Girlz Really Rock Cloe) gets her shit clocked a LOTTTTTTTTT by Tokyo a Go Go Sasha. He's sort of interested in doll repainting, but worries a bit abt wrecking the doll permanently. Esp with his Bratz collection, he almost had to sell a kidney for TAGG Sasha. He's been practicing with the cheap ten dollar Barbies you can buy in Wal-Mart, but he still feels kinda bad. Ganke keeps good watch over his school collection when he has to go be Spider-Man tho. They have an Understanding- Miles watches the Funko Pops when Ganke is at coding conventions, and Ganke watches the dawls when Miles has to fight Green Goblin.

gwen: barbie and monster high collector. just starting out so the collection's not really that big. however, she has all the movies torrented on her computer and watches them when she can't fall asleep. DEFINETELY plays with her dolls too, like has an entire running soap opera going with them that's getting more and more complicated-- toralei is beach ken's bastard daughter that is trying to find the gold that creepover draculaura hid with the help of I Can Be A Mars Explorer barbie, and it only gets weirder from there. Her dad is baffled and confused by it, but she doesn't actually mind (in fact it might be the point). also, a little while after she restarted active collecting, miles gets a text at two am apologizing profusely for opening that collectible because her dad came in to clean her room and took Sweet 1600 Draculaura out of the box "as a treat" and THE TIES AREN'T GOING BACK IN

hobie: refuses to participate in the toxic consumerist nature that this hobby promotes while toy companies dump toxins into the air and kill our crops, while working in tandem with the horrifically abusive beauty industry to promote disgustingly unhealthy body standards to AFAB individuals. does hit the locally owned thrift store on occasion. does sleep with what he has all piled in his sleeping bag like a lil burrito. does carry his favorite around with him in his guitar case. as a little treat. doesn't discriminate with brands, his current favorite is a knockoff of monster high that nobody but him treasures. He jumpscares Miguel with her half zombie-fied face every five seconds and has her play peek-a-boo with Mayday. Peter B finds it funny, Miguel does not lol

pavitr: collects exclusively old and really obscure lines that nobody has ever heard of. Like he can give you a minute description of a random brand that you've never even heard of that lasted for like five minutes in the nineties before flaming out into the discount stores and then pull out their nib AND oob versions. all while saying "oh yeah, im not really into collecting that stuff. it takes up so much space, bro." He's still searching for one but pretends he isn't. also plays with them, along with Gayatri, and their stories are just the cutest sweetest things ever. like they're still batshit insane, don't get me wrong, the climaxes are always massive dance offs that involve the whole collection. but it always ends with their two dolls (Mystikats Azra for Gayatri and Tattoo Divas Shary for Pav) riding off into the sunset on one of the Struts dolls.

miles g (oh yeah that's right you though he'd be getting out of this): also bratz and barbie, and also likes Bratz the best. Since he has (some) Prowler Bux money's (mostly) not an issue. (Please don't ask him abt the noises he made when the Felicia repro was confirmed). He also has a Dreamhouse where they live, however it's shoved into his closet and if you ask him abt it, he will deny it. His stories are even more unhinged and insane then Miles, and usually involve running away from cops (redressed Wild Life Safari Cloe) who are trying to interfere with the hero's (the new pretty n punk sasha's) vigilante business. Which is why Hobie likes to join him a lot. Also into doll repainting, but actually even less confident then Miles-- he can do an amazing Bratz lip but the eyes? Forget it. And rn they're too expensive to buy en masse, so..... hooray :)

(none of them, except for hobie, let mayday play with their dolls. hobie does it because he can fix their hair later and also he doesn't believe in property. the others are too spooked. except for maybe miles, he gives her the barbies he's transformed into Weird Barbies. Peter B finds it so cute he could scream, and Miguel agrees. He never SHOWS it but he agrees.)

TL;DR: they are all very autistic and like to play with their dollies, the end.

#across the spider verse #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #there's so many inside jokes here and stuff for doll collectors #i have spent way too much time on dolltwt and dollblr #anyway they all get together and play doll house and it's so bizarre #miguel hates every single second that they spend in HQ's library screaming #but peter b makes him tolerate it because “cmon man they're kids and having fun!” #idk i just like the idea of the kids coping with being spiderman/the prowler via elaborate bizarre doll stories #i think its very cool