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검은색의 밤도 너만 있다면 난 무섭지 않아 [Even the dark night doesn't scare me if I'm with you] © Jeri Rose | INPRNT Their backstory is under the cut.

Content Warnings before you read: Please mindful that this is a Apocalypse AU - Mentions of death (dw not them) | Mentions of injuries' | Mentions of needles but not used | Mentions of blood and some violence Special thanks to @thnx4thefish & @shmalll for being my Beta readers ❤ — "Ji! Run" A hoarse voice shouted, cracking under the heaviness of bated breath as the young man swung his modified baseball bat, cracking it against the foul feral creature that had lunged at him, sending it flying.

"Come on!! In here!" The sound of feet stomping echoed around them as they entered the abandoned building to their left, gnarly screams trailed behind them. "Quick, grab that!" Panting he urged his companion to grab a broken piece of steel pipe and bring it to him, snatching it off him urgently when he got close enough.

The young man wedged the pipe through two handles, barricading the large doors in front of them, "that'll hold them for a bit." He sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead, his baseball bat clattering against the concrete ground as he threw it to the floor; although hoarse, his voice was calm, there was a sense of control in his words that reassured his partner. The two of them quickly scanned their surroundings for anything they could shift, stacking whatever they could in front of the door, before they both dropped to the floor breathless and tired. The room surrounding them was dank and musty, small strings of light shone through cracks in boarded up windows, dust particles dancing in the thin rays. Mould and moss crawled up the walls and along the concrete floor, and vines crept down from a hole in the ceiling above them. Broken shelves, display cabinets and lockers littered the entrance; the remains of newsletters, posters and children’s drawings littered the shedding walls and surrounding floor. “There’s so many of them,” Jisung sighed breathlessly as his leant against the adjacent wall, his eyes locked on to the blade in his hand, his grip so tight around it that his knuckles were turning white, fear consumed his face and his body shook weakly as he tried to regulate his heartbeat again, “Minh-” he was cut off.

"Drink" Minho demanded as he held out a flask, shaking it slightly in front of Jisung's face. Jisung’s shaky grip softened on his blade and he reached out to grab the flask, as he raised it to his face Minho’s warm hand held his steady as he slowly sipped the stale water inside. "I'm going to look around, stay here." Minho said pushing himself off the floor and brushing off the dust, "Hyung -" Jisung’s soft, nervous voice came from below. "Eat," Minho pointed at the bag Jisung was holding, as he walked towards his bat. “Minho!” Jisung called out, stopping him in his tracks, panic shook in Jisung’s throat. Minho returned, bent down in front of Jisung, cupping his face, "I'll be back" Minho reassured him as he brushed his thumb across Jisung’s cheek before standing up again and turning on his flashlight. Minho grabbed his baseball bat from the floor, swung it up on to his shoulder and exited the room to search the rest of the building, leaving Jisung alone, gripping his knife and a stale bun. “Eat!” Minho called out from beyond the door.

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They'd been travelling for weeks non-stop now; at first it was just Minho, he'd been wandering for months alone, until the day he found Jisung. He was bruised, battered, disorientated, pathetic, fighting for his life against a large horde in a shopping mall. Minho had just gone to loot, he never expected to find another lone survivor, they were far and in between, most people had grouped up, built forts, started gang wars… but Minho didn't care for any of it, he wasn't really sure what he was surviving for any more, he had little hope of a brighter future and often tempted fate by foolishly roaming around dangerous areas in search of food and shelter, which is, oddly enough what led him to this scenario. Some would call it fate, Minho would call it dumb luck, maybe, at a push.

Although he didn't really care to get involved, this stranger's wails for help couldn't be escaped, and so with his trusty modified metal baseball bat, Minho stepped in to help. "Idiot" he exclaimed as he watched his last victim fall headless to the ground in front of him. "Where are your weapons?! Are you trying to get turned?!" He angrily yelled at the boy huddled on the floor behind him. "I…" is all he managed to answer.

Minho turned around, the boy who sat behind him shook in terror as he scanned all the lifeless ghouls lying around him, Minho pulled a small pistol from a leather holster attached to his thigh and pointed it directly at the boy's head. "Did you get bitten?" He asked sternly, the boy shook his head in fear, "No! No!" He cried out shaking, Minho tucked the gun back onto its holster and carefully walked towards the stranger, bat tightly in his grip.

"Get up," Minho demanded of him, holding out a gloved hand to help pull the stranger to his feet but as he raised his hand he doubled in pain, unable to lift his arm. Minho bent down further, wrapped his arm around his waist firmly as he pulled the boy up off the ground. "Th-... Thank you" the stranger nervously lowered his head in a bow, hissing in pain as he did. "Don't be, you'll be dead in a week…" Minho's cold, harsh voice cut through the person standing in front of him, "I'll be on my way now," he turned his back to the person and began to walk away.

"Wait!" The boy called out, stumbling a step forward, Minho halted in his spot and turned back around and rolled his eyes, "My name is Jisung, I was with a group of people, we had a camp not far from here, we got raided, they stole everything, many of my friends were kil… those of us that did escape got chased..." His voice trailed off as a tear swelled up in the corner of his eye, "I don't have any weapons because I ran… to look for help…" Jisung's legs trembled under him as he began to walk towards Minho, "I was looking for help…" his voice cracked as his legs buckled from under him, Minho dropped his bat, the clang of metal bouncing off concrete echoing around them, and rushed to help the stranger, catching him just before he hit the ground.

Jisung was weak, dehydrated, starved and exhausted, he wasn't sure how long he'd gone without food or water. His exposed skin was covered in dirt, dried blood, cuts and bruises, Minho couldn't believe he'd managed to hold out this long, maybe the boy wasn't such a lost cause after all. "Drink" Minho demanded as he grabbed a flask from his backpack and shoved it into Jisung's hand, who trembled as he raised it to his mouth and drank from it cautiously, "Finish it" Minho's voice was harsh and cold but in his arms, Jisung did what he was asked, finishing off the flask of stale water he handed it back to Minho who threw it carelessly back into his backpack, before flinging it back over his shoulder. "Put your arms around my neck," Minho asked, in a slightly nicer tone, "we need to find food," Jisung nodded and wrapped his arms around Minho's neck, as he stood he lifted Jisung in to a piggyback, and walked over to his spiked bat, bent down and picked it up, swinging it in circles by his side as he walked.

After Minho had scouted the mall and grabbed what he could find, he carried Jisung back to his former camp, four miles away, in silence. Jisung’s body draped from Minho’s back, as he weakly held on to his neck, Minho’s free arm clung around Jisung’s leg to keep him stable. The clouds painted in burning pinks and ambers as the sun sank slowly down behind buildings and trees in the distance, the road underfoot broken and cracked, abandoned twisted vehicles haphazardly parked.

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Fuck, Jisung was right… the place was in shambles, completely ransacked and everything that could be looted had been. The smell of iron and damp spread through the abandoned wooden buildings as Minho looked for somewhere to set Jisung down to rest. The grounds contained a few small brick homes, a couple of torn up tents and a few log cabins, a makeshift courtyard in the middle with a large pit full of dried wood and a few drying racks scattered around it along with several large logs; a beaten up guitar rested against one of them.

After checking several of the houses, Minho finally found a sofa in one of the log cabins that was still somewhat intact enough to place Jisung to rest. His body had become as heavy as his eyes and he fell with a lifeless thud from Minho's back as he was lowered to the crumbled cushions below him. The air in the room was laced with the smell of mould and decay, but the small cabin was the least destroyed in the grounds.

Jisung's exhausted body melted into the sofa, he'd no cares about the several springs that were poking him in the back, he'd not had rest in days… weeks? He wasn't so sure any more. He'd travelled so far looking for any signs of life, how is it that he did so well to avoid danger until his journey back home? How lucky he was to have this person find him… Jisung's thoughts faded out as his exhaustion took over more and more until he could no longer keep fighting it.

Minho looked down at Jisung, watching him fall into his much-needed slumber. "Stupid boy" he mumbled, "How he didn't die is beyond me…" Minho rolled his eyes, got up and began to search the log cabin, which didn't take long at all. Jisung really wasn't lying when he said they looted everything… 'Fuck' Minho thought out loud as he slammed the last empty cabinet shut. A heavy sigh escaped his lungs, he stared over at Jisung passed out on the sofa and shook his head, “shit…” he whispered as he grabbed his baseball bat and left, closing the door gently behind him. Minho rested his back against the outer wall, legs slightly crossed, his spiked baseball bat gripped tightly in hand, and his eyes sharply scanning his surroundings; the night sky had crept in above him, clear and crisp as he closed his eyes and inhaled. He wasn’t used to company any more, he didn’t want to have to look after someone, he didn’t need that weight on his shoulders - he was alone for a reason, it was better that way… he didn’t have to worry about losing someone or someone losing him if shit hit the fan; but Jisung… he’d lost a lot. Something in Minho’s chest twang as he thought about the boy K.O.’d on the sofa inside, a feeling he’d not felt in a long time. He pushed himself off the trailer wall and grabbed his bat in a double grip, and swung at the campsite around him, smashing it into the already battered furniture that lay scattered around, most likely from being thrown out of doors and windows during the raid. Minho’s anger boiled up in him, exploding in a fit of uncontrollable rage, a roar escaped his chest as he swung his bat one last time, cracking a wardrobe door in half, he fell to his knees as he dropped his bat beside him.

A flood of tears swelled up in his eyes as he tried his best to hold them back. No one deserved this, to lose everything… their friends, family, home… Minho knew it all too well, maybe that’s why he took pity on the boy and saved him… he turned around and looked at the mess he’d made, “not again” he mumbled to himself as he wiped the tears from his cheek. Minho grabbed his bat from the floor and swung it over his shoulder, grabbed the strap of his backpack to adjust it and began to walk. He refused to look back, he wouldn’t do this again, he couldn’t.

As Minho’s legs carried him thoughts of his lost brothers rushed through his mind, he’d never felt pain like that before, and he never wanted to again, but he was determined to find them, whatever it took… however long it took. Flashbacks of the night they got swarmed by ghouls as they raided a distant town, looking for any kind of scrapes to keep them going… another flashback; the 7 of them running as the swarm overwhelmed them, they were unprepared, but they’d never seen this many ghouls in one area before, it… it wasn’t normal… that was the last time he saw them… another flashback; Minho ran, he didn’t stop until he lost strength in his legs, tripping over his foot and falling face-first into the concrete floor, as he looked up, nose bloodied, a steel cap shoe swung at his face, knocking him out cold. As he continued to walk, a chill ran down Minho’s spine, another twang in his chest jolted through him. Loud silence surrounded him, his frosted breath fled his lungs as he sighed heavily, stopping in his tracks. He was about two miles out, and the pitch black night heavy around him, he thought back to the stranger waking up alone again… “God fucking dammit!!” a raspy yell expelled from him as he turned on his heels and began his journey back to the torn up campsite.

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“Minho” The name greeted Jisung as his eyes fluttered open, “Hm?” he sleepily hummed as he rubbed his eyes, “My name,” Minho spoke again. “Ah, Minho-Hyung” Jisung nodded as he tried to push himself into a seated position, a sharp pain shot through him and a inhaled gasp knocked him back down. “You need to rest,” Minho barked, “your body is weak.” Jisung gave a gentle nod, as Minho helped him sit slightly upright.

“I made breakfast… you need to eat to gain strength,” Minho continued as he grabbed an instant noodle pot and chopsticks from the floor beside his food. “Where did you find these?!” Jisung’s eyes lit up as he went to reach out to grab the pot from Minho, but before he could Minho slapped his hand down, “it’s hot!” He barked as he raised the pot of steaming instant noodles to Jisung’s chin, “careful,” he said as he blew on the noodles dangling from the chopsticks before bringing them to Jisung’s lips. Once Jisung had finished his breakfast, Minho looked him up and down, “Jisung, I need to check your wounds,” his eyes flicked between the many cuts and bruises he could count alone on Jisung’s exposed skin, “may I?” he asked as he reached for Jisung’s top, his voice so soft and gentle that it startled Jisung for a second, unsure of how to answer before he hummed and nodded allowing Minho to continue. Jisung winced in pain as Minho lifted the top above his head, “Your ribs are bruised, but not broken,” he shook his head as he inspected the large bruises that spread across Jisung’s torso. Jisung stared at Minho as he grabbed a wet, ragged cloth from a basin on the table beside him and rang it out. As the cold rag came in contact with his skin, Jisung flinched, letting out a hiss as he quickly grabbed Minho’s wrist, his eyes still stayed locked on Minho’s, which were looking straight back at him; they stared at each other for a few seconds before Minho’s gaze turned to Jisung’s fingers clamped around his wrist. “It’s cold,” Jisung sheepishly laughed as his grip loosened, “Sor-…” Minho shook his head, “No need.”

As Minho gently and carefully cleaned and tended to Jisung’s wounds, the water in the basin darkening with each wring of the rag. Minho continued until he reached a large gash on Jisung’s back, “Bite on this” Minho commanded as he handed Jisung a dry rag from his backpack, followed by pulling out a lighter, needle and thread, Jisung’s eyes widened as he saw Minho approaching him with the items, his eyes fixated on the glowing flame as Minho heated the needle in it. Minho could see slight fear in Jisung’s expression, “If it gets infected you're fucked” his stern and harsh tone crept back in as he watched the needle turn red, “bite on it.” he said again, looking up at the frightened boy in front of him, “you’ll need it.” He snatched the cloth from Jisung’s lose grip and shoved it in his mouth, “Bite.”

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“How… how did you…” Ji asked cautiously, as he pointed at the long scar that trailed down the left side of Minho’s face. Minho looked down at him briefly, before turning his attention back to sharpening his hunting knife, “I was separated from my brothers…” he thought back to the day he woke up, laying on a cold concrete floor, his arms tied behind his back and 5 burly men towering over him, he could still remember the pain from his broken ribs and the fear of death clouding his mind, anxious thoughts about where his brothers were and if they had also been captured… “I was stupid,” he continued to tell Jisung as he looked back at him, with furrowed brows, “I got captured by a gang an…” his words caught by a lump forming in his throat, “the rest you don’t need to know about.” Jisung looked at him with concern, “Hyung, I’m sorry I didn’t mean -” Minho cut him off before he could continue, holding up a hand and shaking his head, “Apologies are for the weak,” his voice cold and heartless, “Go back to sleep, you need more rest.” Minho raised himself from Jisung’s side and walked out of the log cabin, leaving Jisung alone in silence.

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It took almost two weeks for Jisung to gain enough strength back for Minho to be satisfied that they could move on without Jisung putting them in danger. The two had almost run out of rations and Minho was becoming more antsy about staying in one spot, “How are you feeling? Can you walk?” Minho asked as he looked at Jisung who was now easily sitting up right, he smiled and nodded as he carefully flung his legs over the side of the sofa. Minho wrapped his arm around Jisung’s waist to help him stand, Jisung gripped Minho’s arm as he slowly and wobbly rose to his feet. He looked up at Minho and could have sworn he saw a slight smile curl at the corners of his lips, Jisung smiled to himself as the two of them steadily made their way to one of the logs outside. It was early morning, the air was thick with a fog that coated the surrounding campsite, in the near distance Jisung could see the dance of orange flames from the large pit. Minho hadn’t lit the fire before, too afraid it’d be too noticeable, but in the thick fog he didn’t worry about the light or smoke carrying so much. He helped Jisung sit on one of the log benches close to the warmth of the fire and made his way over to the ground on the across from him by the firepit, where he had a pot of water heating on top of a few metal pipes he’d turned into a hob of some sort “Ah! My guitar!” Jisung excitedly, bounced as he spotted the beaten instrument resting beside him, “That’s yours?” Minho chuckled, “I didn’t take you for the musical type,” his brow raised. “And you are?” Jisung cackled as he tried to imagine stern, scary Minho liking music, but swiftly stopped as he caught the death glare he was receiving out of the corner of his eye, “ah, Hyung-” he babbled trying to save himself. “You can play?” Minho asked as he plonked the last of their noodles into the now boiling water. Jisung slowly bent across the bench and grabbed his guitar and inspected it, strumming it once, “It’s out of tune and missing several strings, but I can give it a shot,” he boasted as he started to tune the remaining strings. As Minho continued to cook them breakfast on the other side of the fire, Jisung played guitar and sang. His voice caught Minho off guard, it was soft and gentle, as Minho listened he felt a wave of calm flutter over him, something that he'd not felt in a long time, he couldn't remember the last time life felt like this… "ah," Jisung shyly giggled as he finished the song, "I'm rusty," Minho looked over the fire at him, shooting Jisung a half smile and hummed at him. "Noodles are done." He said as he looked back to the pot and stirred the contents. Minho poured the noodles into two mugs that he'd managed to find lying around the camp ground and sanitized and moved his way over to Jisung, who rested the guitar on the floor next to him before taking one of the hot mugs from Minho's hands. Both of them slurped away as they devoured their meal. — "Hyung?" Jisung whispered as he lay on the sofa in the small cabin, a voice from the floor below him hummed in acknowledgement, "Do you play?" Jisung continued his question.

"Guitar?" Minho replayed, Jisung returning the hum of acknowledgement, "No, but a friend of mine did… does…" he corrected himself as he spoke, not allowing to give in to intrusive thoughts.

"You like music though?" Jisung pried, Minho sat up slightly and looked at Jisung face-on, "I did…" his reply felt empty, Jisung sensed this and tilted his head, looking into Minho's eyes that seemed just as lost and empty as his words, before Jisung could ask, "I was a dancer… before…." Minho reminisced, a small smile crept into the corners of his lips and he lay back down on the hard ground under him. "Hyung, aren't you uncomfortable? We can swap?" Jisung's voice laced with concern as he watched Minho shuffle around. "Ji, you need a good night's sleep. We leave at sunrise."

Jisung hummed, "Okay, night Hyung…" he whispered quietly as he made himself comfortable on the sofa, his comment took Minho back a little, they'd not exchanged much evening talk, let alone 'Night's' of any sort. Minho didn't reply, if he didn't reply maybe it wouldn't happen again, 'night's' lead to 'morning's' and 'morning's' leads to 'good night's' which lead to 'good morning's' and nothing good came of those… no best if he didn't say anything back. Minho shuffled around on the floor, fluffing up his folded makeshift pillow from his hoodie before resting his head on it. The night was quiet, too quiet and as Minho stared up at the crumbing ceiling above him, his thoughts turned to their next plan of action and where they go from here. He'd been travelling South, on a whim that his brothers were still heading to their original destination; Minho could only hope… he looked up at Jisung who was sprawled out on the sofa above him, one leg rest on the back of the couch, his other flopped over the edge of the cushion, how the hell the boy could sleep so comfortably was beyond Minho, but he didn't care to think about it too much either. As he studied Jisung, Minho wondered if he'd actually be of any help or if he'd just slow him down… but he couldn't be left alone, he'd surely not be able to make longer than a week, fuck…

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Jisung jolted awake as something heavy thumped into his legs, "get up," Minho commanded, Jisung rubbed his eyes and glanced at the bag on his thighs, "the sun is rising, we need to move if you want a meal" Minho continued as Jisung pulled himself away from his comfort. Minho couldn't believe how relaxed he looked and shook his head in disgust, "I'm screwed" he mumbled to himself as he left the cabin. Jisung trailed after him in a scurried walk, "Morn-" he began to greet Minho, as he jumped down the step from the front door, who raised his hand for Jisung to stop talking. "Ooookay…" Jisung pulled and adjusted his backpack straps and scanned the camp ground one last time as they began to head towards the nearby road. As they walked all he could think about was that this would be the last time he ever saw his home, there was no coming back…

"Jisung?!" Minho called out in a panic as he realized his companion wasn't beside him, turning on the spot and searching for Jisung's figure, until his eyes locked on to him. In the near distance, Jisung stopped in his tracks and paused as they got further away, looking back at his home one last time. "Ji!" Minho called out again as he ran back to him, but Jisung hadn't heard him. Minho grabbed his wrist as he got close enough and pulled him towards him, "Ji, we need to go-".

"Hyung…" Jisung sighed, his eyes glistened with tears as he looked up at Minho."You can't dwell on it," Minho's voice had become soft and gentle again, he took Jisung's hand in his and squeezed, "We must move," he pulled again, Jisung gripped Minho's hand back and nodded, allowing Minho's pull to drag him from the spot he'd glued himself too.

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extremechaoswarning · 2 months

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We need some more Stray Kids (x reader) Apocalypse AU content, don't we?~

#straykids x reader #skz x reader #skz #stray kids #kpop #stray kids apocalypse au #apocalypse #bang chan #changbin #lee know #hyunjin #han jisung #seungmin #lee felix #jeongin #apocalypticfiction #stray kids requests #stray kids reactions

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godsmenusuperbowl · 8 months

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Always Come Back to Me ~ *Han Jisung*

Summary: Jisung has been hurt and you have to attend to his wounds. Sure it’s not as bad as it looks, yet you can’t help but worry that he won’t come back to you someday...

Pairing: Han Jisung X Fem!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble (Hurt to Comfort)

Word Count: 358

Warning: Blood, Major Injuries

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

“You look like shit, baby.”

“Yeah? You should see the other guy.”

You winced instead of laughing along with him. “Seungmin, take care of the others, please? I need to talk to Jisung.”

Seungmin nodded before leaving the two of you alone. You sighed before saying, “Come here.”

Jisung trudged over to you before collapsing in your arms. “Mmm, thanks baby.”

“This isn’t what I meant!” You groaned before placing him on the table next to you. “Now, show me where it hurts the most.”

He puckered his lips.

“Jisung!”

“Alright, fine.” Carefully, he lifted his shirt to show the nasty wound down his abdomen. “Chan said it wasn’t that deep. It just grazed the surface.”

“Still! You could have been seriously injured or worse!” You exclaimed, quickly cleaning and disinfecting the slash with medical precision.

He sucked in his breath through his teeth. “But I didn’t, so it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay! It’s not okay, Jisung!” In your franticness, you knocked over the bottle of disinfectant. “Shit.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jisung grabbed your hands and tried to make eye contact with you. “Take a deep breath and relax. I’m okay, I promise!”

“But what if you weren’t?” Your voice cracked. “I hate this. I hate how you go out there and risk your life while I’m stuck in here hoping you come back. I can’t keep living like this.”

He dropped his gaze to his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “I’m sorry. It’s not fair of me to ask you to keep doing this for me. But I don’t want you hurt either. This is how the world is now. It’s not fair and I hate it too. But there’s nothing we can do until we’re safe again.”

You touched his cheek. “You can still try and come back to me.”

“I promise.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I promise to always come back to you.”

Shaking your head, you said, “I ask for no promises. They’re too easy to break. Just try and get better in the meantime again, okay?”

“Of course. I have the best doctor in the world looking after me.”

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keepswingin · 1 year

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nobody said the road was endless

chapter one: nowhere left for us to go

nct gen, 7k+

The world doesn't end how anyone thinks it does.

There is no definite moment of when it happens, or why. The end of the world isn't anyone's fault either, though some still try to throw blame at whatever they can reach. The sky, the oceans, the mountains. The government. God, even, when they're feeling particularly spiteful. None of it really matters.

There's no one to complain to either, but Taeil still finds notices plastered in the oddest places, corners faded and peeling, preaching gospel to the empty space around them. He keeps a tally of how many he's seen, just for the fun of it. He doesn't know why it interests him, especially when he didn't care back then, and still doesn't care now.

He is angry with us, this paper reads, stuck to the middle of a window. This is His Judgment.

Taeil rolls his eyes.

read on ao3

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after-midnight-rp · 1 year

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❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave

↬ The Lore and World ⎰ Races ⎰ Apply 101 ⎰ Rules and Guidelines ⎰ Masterlist ⎰

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ficclings · 1 year

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SKZ X Reader Apocalypse Teaser

It took everything in her body to not trip over the cracks in the pavement outside of her apartment building; her throat burning from both the cold and the amount of breathing she was doing as she raced towards the door.

Hands shaking as she struggled with the rusty lock, her ears pricked upward at the noise of a blood-chilling shriek, and she knew that they had spotted her again.

She was getting sloppy on her supply runs and even though she knew this, she wasn’t exactly known for having the best balance even standing still, let alone grabbing supplies from the blood-stained shops.

Letting out a small cry of relief, the door finally came unstuck and she slammed the door shut; turning around just in time to see a small group of people slam their bodies into the thick glass door.

Their eyes bloodshot, their mouths always open and drooling, all of them agile despite whatever their human health state was like.

“Fucking arseholes,” she whispered as she tried to ignore the groaning and the screaming that was just behind a single glass door.

Dashing up the stairs, she kept her apartment key ready in her hand, anything to just be a little safer that much quicker.

“I am alive,” she called out, her breath halting for a few seconds as silence followed her announcement.

“You sound terrified,”

The deep voice made her flinch and she turned to see her best friend sitting up on his elbows, his eyes narrowing on her face and taking in her shaken form.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” he jumped over the back of the sofa and quickly gathered her up in his arms, “safety in numbers,” he added pulling back so he could look her in the eyes.

“Felix, you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you up,” she replied feeling a little bashful under his gaze, “it’s been so long since you had a good night's sleep and I’m not going to wake you up for every supply run just because you think you’re okay when you clearly aren’t,”

She pouted when Felix chuckled and pet the top of her head with affection, enjoying the softness of her Dalmatian ears.

“You’re right,” he agreed surprising her quite a bit and she tilted her head to the side; the two of them making their way to the seating area, “lay with me?”

Felix helped her move the heavy backpack she was carrying and held his arms out to her, knowing fully well that she would never be able to refuse such an action.

“Evil,” she mumbled before quickly joining him on the sofa, head buried in his chest as a blanket was thrown over them.

“Maybe so but you love me,” he giggled at the scoff that was replied and he squeezed the hybrid just a little bit more out of sheer love for her, “I’m glad you’re safe,” he added quietly as he heard a loud scream coming from a floor above them.

Must be Miss Lorn’s boyfriend...finally turned Felix thought with a shudder as the screaming continued a little more before it slowly became quiet with a loud gurgling.

“Me too,” she whispered gripping the fabric of his shirt for comfort, “maybe...maybe we should barricade the door today,” she added upon hearing the rather disturbing scrambling of hands scratching at the floorboards from above.

“I’m on it,”

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Day 101

Title: “I Still See Those Stars”

Features: Jiyoo (Dream Catcher) | Seola (WJSN) | Seulgi (Red Velvet)

Word Count: 2,609

Inspiration: angsty one shot starters - "It really hurts."

Tags: Apocalypse/Dystopian AU | Angst | Open Ending

cw// blood

(I actually think this might turn into a full flic. There's a little more backstory regarding Hyunjung and a continuation for Seulgi and Jiyoo. I'll keep posting WIPs for the time being. Enjoy this little excerpt for now!)

(Minor context that will be in the full version: I haven't fully developed the story, but this is taken place some time in the beginning of an apocalypse. Just from a little research, it seems that electricity and satellites would still be working, especially in bigger cities. That's why my characters are still using them.)

“It really hurts.” Yoohyeon wants to follow up with another snarky comment, but finds herself completely winded after saying those three simple words. She lets out a gasp and attempts to cover it with a chuckle.

Doom washes over Minji and ferociously drains into the car seat below them. Yoohyeon wasn’t one to bluntly voice her pain. She was only like this in dire situations. Minji checks the gash on Yoohyeon’s side. Fighting her tears, she puts pressure on an area that was still bleeding and ignores Yoohyeon’s wince.

“We’re only twenty minutes away from the nearest encampment.” Hyunjung presses down on the accelerator.

Minji knows she needs to stay positive, but the logical side in her couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario. What if the next encampment was already run over by a mob of monsters? What if it didn’t have medicine or food? They were running out of backup plans and extra supplies.

The weak woman puts a hand over her girlfriend’s fist. Not wanting to look at a bloody bandage, Minji looks back up at Yoohyeon and brushes away some stray hair.

What if she lost Yoohyeon?

“Stay strong.” Hyunjung’s timely advice is directed towards Yoohyeon, yet looks at Minji through the mirror in the sun visor.

Minji hates it. Twenty minutes was a long time. So much time, with little to do. She could stare out the window to calm her anxieties or stare into the love of her life’s eyes in case it may be the last time she does so. She could think about what her life will be like in a new base or reminisce about her college days with her girlfriend before this biological warfare started. Twenty minutes in this universe could be nothing or everything. Should Minji help look into other encampments and check radio signals or should she comfort the person she loves the most and mentally prepare for the worst?

She looks out the window to check for any signs of refuge. They were driving on a road that was right in between farmland and the city. Unfortunately, there were no signs of activity on either side. The factories were far out and didn't promise resources. Scavenging city buildings was risky and they already showed signs of abandonment. “How far out are we?” She isn’t coherent enough to think of a plan, but she could at least brainstorm something. The other passengers can put together the pieces.

Hyunjung looks at the GPS. “I’d say less than 30 kilometers.” Minji hates how unsure she sounds, but understands any satellite device has a growing margin of error in terms of accuracy. Time will only tell when cell towers and the electric grid will start to fail like in the movies.

Due to its damaged suspensions, the truck shakes rather violently as Hyunjung runs over some carcasses. Minji wants to scold her for driving so fast but still feels a wave of anxiety when Hyunjung slows down to an appropriate speed. The internal battle irritates the leader, making Minji hate her desperation for a safe haven.

Yoohyeon grunts. The aggressive shaking caused her to bleed out again. Minji fumbles around for the first aid kit. After making so much noise, Seulgi reaches behind them to pass on a clean bandage.

Minji dresses the wound. Thankfully, it’s not deep, but it’s undeniably sizable. “You’re gonna be okay, Yoo.” The patient reaches up to bite on her first. Minji hates seeing her in so much pain.

“Make a left at the intersection,” Seulgi commands in a low voice. Hyunjung follows her orders.

“Do we know anyone at that encampment?” Minji continues distracting herself.

Thankfully, Seulgi doesn’t hesitate to respond. “Our main point of contact is Kim Taeyeon.”

“Kim Taeyeon.” Minji ponders over her name. “Why does that name sound familiar?” Uncertainty hasn’t ever been a stranger to Minji ever since this horrid adventure started, but she wished there wasn’t so much of it at a time like this.

Seulgi visibly gulps. However, she knows not to test Minji’s patience. “Taeyeon-unnie took Joohyun-unnie into her care.”

It’s a rather bitter memory.

This Taeyeon-person seems trustworthy, but considering Joohyun’s fate…

Minji doesn’t like how there hasn’t been a single odd in their favor.

Still, she pushes for answers. “How do you know we can trust her?”

Seulgi bites the inside of her cheek. Even Hyunjung glances over to check on her. “Taeyeon-unnie took Joohyunnie in without any question.” She pauses to brace herself and to push back the affection. “I understand what happened to Joohyun-unnie, but we all know that was out of our control. I’m still grateful that sunbaenim took her in without question and treated her as best as she could.”

Minji can hold onto Seulgi’s hope, but continues to dig for a peace of mind. “And what if she’s not there?”

“I was in contact with her yesterday. They still have control over a communications tower and haven’t had to resort to using a backup power generator. They seem to be doing fine.” Seulgi’s defensive nature is a rare occurrence and tips Minji off.

“That was before the attack.” Minji sounds a little more volatile than she ever wants to be. “What if she’s not there? What if they were affected, too?”

Seulgi sighs. She doesn’t know how to give an answer that an angry Minji will accept.

This time, Hyunjung steps in. “The next camp after is another 12 kilometers from Taeyeon-ssi’s base. Hyojung-unnie and Hyunwoo-oppa are there. I haven’t contacted them, but their base camp is pretty big and I’m pretty confident that they’re still there. We’ll radio in when we get close.” Her supposed backup plan still had holes in it, but the concept was enough to ease some of Minji’s worries.

In the back, Yoohyeon takes a shaky breath. Minji immediately consoles her.

Hyunjung looks at her backseat passengers in the rearview mirror. “You think you can hold up, Yoo?” She won’t be able to see, but Yoohyeon smiles.

“She’s holding a thumbs up.” Minji lets out a chuckle.

It’s enough to keep the driver going.

“How about you?” Hyunjung lowers her voice and looks towards Seulgi. “Are you doing okay?”

Seulgi hesitates. Her silence is enough of an answer.

The tension in the car is rather unbearable, so Hyunjung rolls down her window and turns up the music. She mentally prepares herself for what she’s going to see—who she’s going to see. It’s a lot to think about and she may never be ready to return, but knows she doesn’t have a choice.

At least there’s a hint of excitement. That’s gotta count for something, right?

Trying to stay awake amidst the silence, Yoohyeon looks out the window and notices the Lotte World Tower. She smiles. “We’re on our way home.”

The message was a little too obscure for Minji’s comfort. Was Yoohyeon starting to see The Light ™? “What do you mean by that?”

Yoohyeon continues to stare out the window. “Everytime I took the bus home from uni, I knew we were close to home when I saw the Lotte World Tower. Don’t you remember?”

Minji doesn’t remember, and she’s about to lie, but suddenly remembers bus rides with Bora and Siyeon and finds comfort in the past. She wonders if her other friends are there. She wonders if they’re alive. She wonders if she can go home.

The car stops. Minji looks outside and sees that they have reached a bridge.

Hyunjung turns in her seat to crack her back. “It’s a rather long line, but the coast is clear and at least things are moving along. She pauses to take a deep breath. “We won’t be moving for a while. I’m going out to stretch and—” to brace myself. Hyunjung doesn’t complete her thought. “Is that okay with everyone?”

Seulgi looks back, mostly for Minji’s approval. She senses this magnetic pull between her and Yoohyeon that is just begging to be satisfied and mentally scrambles a way out of the car as well. “I’m going to check our inventory.”

Hyunjung unbuckles her seatbelt and scurries out. “Knock on the window in case you need something. I won’t go far.”

The driver’s window and the back door are open, but it’s the most privacy Minji and Yoohyeon have had in a long time. Minji allows herself to decompress, but tries to keep her emotions at bay. She can’t relish in relief until they pass this bridge.

“Minji-yah,” Yoohyeon weakly calls out to her.

The owner of the name looks down at her girlfriend and squeezes on her weakening hand. “We’re almost there, Yoo. Just wait a little more.”

The injured woman pitifully smiles. “Do you remember the time we went stargazing after finals?”

Minji doesn’t like this one bit.

She doesn’t like how Yoohyeon sounds tired of clinging onto hope. She hates thinking that Yoohyeon is resorting to their time at university to stay optimistic. She doesn’t want to remember their happiest memories at a time where it might be her worst one.

Yoohyeon chuckles. Even if her eyes were jaded, that smile peaked through the windows of her soul. “I was exhausted, but you pulled me out of bed and drove an hour out. You held me as we stared into the sky.” Despite her diminishing health, she forces herself to talk. It’s something she wants. It’s something she needs.

Minji remembers that day. She doesn’t think she’ll ever forget the moment she finally confessed to Yoohyeon. Yoohyeon doesn’t have the energy to retell the story in detail, but Minji probably doesn’t need it.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Although faint, there’s a hint of mischief in her smile.

Thinking this is Yoohyeon’s way of lightening the mood, Minji plays along. “What’s that?”

It takes a moment for Yoohyeon to respond. Be it the fact that the adrenaline is no longer numbing out the pain or the reality of Yoohyeon digesting the idea of exposing the truth because she might not have the chance to do so at their wedding, the younger woman musters up some courage. “You were so upset about all the fog at the top of the mountain.”

Minji giggles out of embarrassment. “Yeah. You tried to make me feel better by saying you saw a shooting star.” She stares out the window. It was barely past noon. If only Minji could wish on a star, she’d pray for Yoohyeon’s safe recovery. “I know you were lying, but you were persistent that you saw it.”

Yoohyeon’s smile is so beautiful yet painful to witness. “You’re right, I didn’t see a shooting star that night.”

She pauses to catch her breath. When she closes her eyes, memories seem to flash in a span of seconds. Yoohyeon does see the day they actually went to see a meteor shower. She remembers wishing how she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Minji. Oh, how unfortunately short that time might end up being. It’s a shame she never got to give Minji the ring she bought considering how their apartment was blasted over like the rest of the neighborhood. Just like the star she bought, the ring was only a form of symbolism in their relationship, but it was better than nothing.

After a long period of silence, Minji caresses her. “Save your energy, Yoo.” She presses a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Rushing back into consciousness, Yoohyeon decides to push through. She opens her eyes. Minji’s face is full of concern. Yoohyeon wishes she could simply wipe away all of her worries, but knows that’s only possible if she were to stay alive, so she tries to stay positive. “Minji, I did see stars that night though.” She reaches towards her girlfriend to caress her cheek. Even if this memory may be short-lived, she wants to ingrain it in her heart along with the other ones that she’s collected throughout the years. They longingly stare into each other’s eyes. “That night, throughout university, through this apocalypse, right now, I still see those stars.”

Minji doesn’t understand Yoohyeon. She doesn’t understand how she can be so gentle and poetic and caring and romantic at a time like this. She doesn’t understand how through all this pain, she tries her best to rid someone else’s.

It breaks Minji’s heart even more.

She grabs Yoohyeon’s hand and gently kisses each knuckle. At a time like this, she wishes she could give Yoohyeon every romantic phrase every language could offer, but when words fail her she does her best expressing herself physically. “I love you.” It’s the best thing she could muster up without falling apart. It’s short and sweet and doesn’t measure up to how she’s feeling, but she knows it’s enough.

Yoohyeon continues, “Your eyes were the first thing I fell in love with. I liked a lot of things about you, but once you finally confessed to me, I allowed myself to dangerously fall in love with you. Your eyes were the first of many things.”

It’s the tip of Minji’s emotional iceberg. Tears break free past her ducts. They don’t go far though. Yoohyeon won’t allow it. She knows Minji hates when that happens. She does her best wiping her tears with her thumb.

Actually, she understands why Yoohyeon is like this.

Just like her, loving her girlfriend was easier than loving herself. Loving Minji was easier than fighting for her own life.

What she doesn’t know is that Yoohyeon has been brainstorming this speech for years. It’s a shame because Yoohyeon wanted to say this at the altar with Minji and all their friends, not while she was bleeding out in a dead friend’s car with two of Minji’s roommates. It’s the best she can do in this apocalypse and as long as said apocalypse is going to last, she’s going to keep wishing she could give Minji the better they deserved.

Minji grabs her hand and kisses each knuckle again, this time a little more slowly and one by one. Yoohyeon is saddened by the fact that she can’t feel the sensation anymore.

The adrenaline is definitely running low. A wave of exhaustion hits Yoohyeon and she’s not sure if she can fight it anymore. “I love you.” Yoohyeon blurts out.

This time, Minji can muster up some words. “I love you, too, Kim Yoohyeon. I love everything about you. I love everything we’ve shared, even this damn apocalypse. I’ll love you ‘til the end of time, even if that may be sooner than later, but you deserve to hear it.” She continues peppering Yoohyeon’s hands with kisses. The words are still not enough, but she knows she needs to say it.

It’s bittersweet. The words are comforting, yet dampen her spirits. At least she knows that Minji will always be there for her. “Hold me?” Even if it were to be the last time?

After staring into each other's eyes for a moment, Minji looks down to check on Yoohyeon’s wound. The most recent bandage has a small peak of blood, but nothing as bad as Yoohyeon's initial gash. A little cuddling doesn’t seem to hurt.

She unbuckles her seatbelt and shimmies closer to Yoohyeon. Not wanting to move Yoohyeon too much, she wraps an arm around Yoohyeon’s shoulders and pulls her close.

They stare at the unmoving tower. It’s not as sparkly as the stars Minji promised that fateful night and Hyunjung’s yelling isn’t as romantic as cicada chirps, but with the way Minji holds her close and whispers her profession of love to her, Yoohyeon falls just like the first time.

#something about apocalypses and confessions #sad but a guilty pleasure #didnt want to post considering whats happening in other fandoms but ive been wanting to post this for a week so i hope yall understand #need to rid some angst #apocalypse au #open ending for now #angst #littlepanduh #365 challenge #jiyoo #jiu #yoohyeon #dream catcher #dreamcatcher fanfic #kpop fanfiction #littlepanduh heartbroken era #blood cw

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bias-fan · 2 months

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WORLD ENDING [kim seungmin x female!reader]

seungmin group

seungmin, bang chan, minho, hyunjin, felix, jeongin, yeji, yuna, giselle, ningning, hongjoong, yeosang, wooyoung, jongho, kim jin, taehyung, j-hope, jimin

#kim seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin imagines #zombie #zombie apocalypse #zombie apocolypse au #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #ateez #itzy #bts #aespa #angst #sad #skz fanfic #x reader #female reader #kpop

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krp-network · 2 years

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I'd really love to create a roleplay set at the beginning of a zombie apocalypse, but I don't know if it's something people would want to join ; u ;

I would definitely love to see a zombie rp open up, it's like my #1 most wanted, personally.

I'd say, you never know until you try! I wish you the best of luck!

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survivorsrp · 2 years

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FULL MOBILE NAVIGATION

Remember to check the current reserves post before making a reservation or applying !!

BEFORE APPLYING

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Track the Tags: svr:intro / svr:admin / svr:activity / svr:follow / svr:notice / svr:event / svr:meme / svr:open / svr:points / svr:wanted

#krp #kpop rp #zombie au #zombie rp #apocalypse rp #dystopian rp #mobile navigation

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extremechaoswarning · 6 months

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I need some Straykids x Alice in Borderland content you guys I am STARVING!!

I will create a shrine in my home for every writer who creates that kind of content.

#Skz x reader #skz #stray kids #alice in borderland #aib #imawa no kuni no arisu #stray kids apocalypse au #jdrama #kpop #stray kids requests #skz requests #bang chan #skz x aib #jyp stray kids #please help me i am on the verge of exploding #skz stay #alice in borderland requests #pls i love you

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

looking for spiderman/peter parker? He has his own Masterlist ❤

Steve Rogers

Delusional Steve

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Magical girl hero S/o

S/o being on team Iron man during civil war

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

Winning you over

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers

NS FW HC

Cockwarming

Vocal Steve

Turned on during a mission

College Virgin S/o slightly

Breeding HC

Femdom

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear

Another Underwear Stealing

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky

Getting Caught

Dominate Bucky

Sitting on his face

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive

S/os First Time

Corruption

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony

Natasha

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that”

NS FW headcannons

Wanda

NS FW headcannons

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zzoguri · 10 months

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moni's masterlist ➵ the boyz

✰ - personal favorite | ✧ - audience’s favorite

current works

lee sangyeon ➵ here’s much to do with hate, but more with love ✧

when you land the lead role for your university’s upcoming play, you expect your scene partner to be your best friend, lee hyunjae. but when your eyes discover a different lee beside romeo montague’s, you’re certain that the universe is not on your side. (enemies to lovers, suggestive, university/theater au)

jacob bae ➵ of guitar strings and peeled tangerines (i’ll bruise my fingers just for you) [series masterlist] ✰

when you are unable to continue living in the city, you are forced to move back to the small provincial town you begged to stay away from. but when you come face-to-face with the reliable village co-chief, jacob bae, you learn that your stay won’t be so pleasant after all. (childhood friends to bickering strangers to lovers, angst, explores themes of grief, forgiveness, & childhood trauma)

➵ satin ✰

the pink ribbons that you and your daughter used to dress up jacob now used on you. (smut, fluff)

➵ safe haven (how much longer do we have?) ✰

you can only hope for more tomorrows with jacob. (strangers to lovers, heavy angst with a happy ending, apocalypse au)

➵ somehow, i’ll gather the stars just for you

even in the nights where the stars refuse to show themselves, jacob will round them up just for you. (fluff, hurt/comfort)

➵ with every storm, i have you.

no matter what you may bring, jacob will choose to stay. (angst, fluff, hurt/comfort)

lee hyunjae ➵ here’s much to do with hate, but more with love ✧

when you land the lead role for your university’s upcoming play, you expect your scene partner to be your best friend, lee hyunjae. but when your eyes discover a different lee beside romeo montague’s, you’re certain that the universe is not on your side. (friends to sort-of lovers, suggestive, university/theater au)

lee juyeon ➵ persist and resist (but still, fail)

all it takes is one phone call for you to realize what you could’ve had with juyeon. (angst, almost lovers, inpsired by "the 1" by taylor swift)

ji changmin ➵ of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) [series masterlist] ✰

you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you. (f2l, slow burn, explores the importance of platonic love)

➵ on the drive home

the three times changmin thought you two would be okay, and the one drive home that made him realize he was wrong. (angst no happy ending, requested, inspired by “on the drive home” by niki)

➵ somebody

you needed somebody to give you what you crave. will you allow changmin to be that for you? (smut, requested, inspired by “somebody” by keshi)

kim sunwoo ➵ familiarity (it's all sticky) ✰

you’re not sure why you decide to show up at your ex’s place all wounded up from tonight’s battle. (exes to sort-of lovers, ghost-spider au, hurt/comfort)

➵ of boundaries and secret glances (i'm lucky to be loved by you) [teaser] [one] [two]

as a well-respected independent producer in the industry, you get requests from different companies for collaborations. when you accept to work on chanhee and sunwoo's unit track for their upcoming album, you are left to your own devices as you work closely with sunwoo. who is to say what can happen over the days? (strangers to lovers, idol au, explores the mistreatment in the kpop industry)

➵ the perfect pair [series masterlist]

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo? (enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, esports au, explores misogyny im video games and esports league)

➵ surrender to me ✧

you despise everything about him—detached, shy, a blind follower. if anything, being in the same room as him infuriates you. so how did a leader like you end up in this mess with him? (smut, fuck buddies au)

eric sohn ➵ first to know you, first to love you ✧

all you should care about is graduating with flying colors, so why are you starting to care about your seatmate? (strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, requested, inspired by “valentine” by laufey)

➵ serene (it’s what i hope for me) ✰

you should’ve known that eric wouldn’t be the one. (angst no happy ending, exes au, inspired by “california and me” by laufey)

more coming soon...

wips

lee sangyeon ➵ burning at the center of the universe [coming soon]

you will never be the special companion. no matter how much you long to stay with the doctor, he will always leave as quickly as he came. all you can hope is that you left your mark as much as he did with yours—and you'll never know how much you truly meant to him. (doctor who au [won't be heavy on it!], angst no happy ending)

ji changmin ➵ finger trapped (ripped to its seams) [coming soon]

with an unexpected reunion, you and changmin relive the memories of cheongju—and confront what could’ve been between you two. (almost lovers, angst, based on seasons by wave to earth)

kim sunwoo

➵ untitled [coming soon]

summer to you is meant for everything casual—hookups to short-lived romances. when a new boy shows up at the beach, you are determined to have fun with him. unbeknownst to you, he is set on changing your mind. (s2l, summer love au, ton of suggestive content)

eric sohn

➵ crossing boundaries (i’m already yours) [coming soon]

the five times where the boundaries were blurred with eric and the one time where it became crystal clear. (situationship, fluff, angst)

#works of moni #the boyz

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