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wastelands. (4)

↳ suna rintarou x f!reader

summary: after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.

genre: heavy angst, unrequited, post apocalypse au, 18+

cw: profanity, zombies, gore, blood, killings, guns

notes: thank you for the theories/reactions. i read all of them and i’m very amazed by everyone. if you guys are interested, i’ve created an ask archive for some of the questions previously answered. reblogs are appreciated!

series masterlist -> part five

“Hi, guys!”

You turned around to the feminine voice coming from the door and realized that Sophia from Class 2-1 was sauntering inside the classroom. Her heels were alternating clicks and clacks with every step that she took to approach you. It was quite surprising to see the popular girl in school heading your way because you haven’t really spoken to her before which was why even Akari was intrigued as she exchanged looks with you.

“Hey, Y/N.” Sophia greeted with a sweet smile, stopping by your seat as she stood tall and mighty with her slender figure and mesmerizing angel face. Light brown hair, caramel eyes, rosy cheeks. She was a goddess in this room full of ordinary people. “I was just wondering if I can borrow your notes?”

It wasn’t everyday that a pretty girl would walk up to you asking for your notes, but quite strangely, you pondered at the thought of Sophia specifically choosing to ask you. “Sure,” you replied despite your curiosity, “which one?”

The boys from your class glanced at the beautiful girl and nudged each other while Sophia patiently leaned on a seat across you. “Maybe for English class?”

Pulling out the recent notes that were resting on your table, you generously handed your notepad over to her. “Yup, here.”

“Great, thanks!” Her eyes sparkled in gratitude before she scanned the pages of your notepad. For a moment, it didn’t seem like she was interested in what was written, but on how it was written. Almost like she was scrutinizing it. “Um, you have nice handwriting.”

Smiling, you told her, “Thank you.”

Akari’s eyes mirrored yours in confusion which you merely shrugged off until Sophia returned her gaze at you, causing you to fix your position. Her bright expression faded into contemplation, but she was able to shake her rumination away just as she beamed at you. “I’ll return them to you tomorrow. Thanks again, Y/N.”

It was difficult to stare at Suna and not be reminded of the letters you wrote for him that ended up being claimed by someone else. Those words of love and affection were written with careful thought in hopes of making him smile and you didn’t even know that he had been reading them at all. Each time you slipped in those letters in his locker, you believed that he was simply dumping them to the bin with little care in reading the content and not taking a second to at least skim through them. You thought he didn’t give a damn about your letters so you stopped writing, eventually.

Turns out, he loved them. The pure joy you felt knowing that your letters actually made your first love happy was almost gratifying, but the privilege was snatched right off your hands without your knowledge. All Sophia had to do was convince Rin that they were from her and that was how the spark of interest began between the two of them.

That love was supposed to be yours. Her relationship with Rin could have been yours. 4 years worth of Suna being her boyfriend was all because of you, and frankly, the thought of it killed you. It wrecked you, even. A fortnight has passed since he talked about those letters and you still couldn’t get over it. You’ve been deciding whether or not you should tell him the truth, but you were afraid to see the look of disappointment in his face if he found out that those letters he loved so much did not come from the girl he would die for.

With the words that left his lips 2 weeks ago, Sophia could be dead at this point and he was just holding on to the thought that she was still alive because life without her was a life without purpose for Rintarou. He did not speak about her for the past few days and all he ever did was focus his attention on you after the promise that you two shared that night, however you could still see the yearning in his eyes. The longing. The pining. They weren’t really meant for you.

Even now, while you were clinging to him by his shoulders as you watched Atsumu and Osamu fight about trivial things in the living room, Suna’s silence could possibly be a result of his mind wandering to the girlfriend he lost. Leaning your head on his stiff shoulder after a peck on his nape, you cut him off his trance as he pivoted on his heel to face you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when you should be the one asking. His warm yet minty breath fanned your cheek and limned it with a red tint.

“Nothing.” The weight of your head was heavy on his shoulder. All it took was one pull on your arm so he could shift his position in front of you, carrying you by your waist before he carefully sat you on the bar stool. Standing between your legs, he placed a hand on your knee while his eyes studied your face. Even the hubbub of zombie noises coming from the Resident Evil game in the TV screen could not distract him. “Stop. Why are you grinning?”

His face was smug. “You love the physical affection you get from me.”

“That’s a sugarcoated way to describe clingy.” You crossed your arms, pout covering your face. “Fine, then. I won’t hug you if you don’t want it.”

“I never said I don’t want it,” he clarified, placing your arms back around his neck. He then pressed a light peck on the corner of your lips that soon had your stomach in somersaults. You wanted more, you wanted deeper kisses, but you were limited to just this. “Don’t pout now. I’ll let you hug me to sleep all night. Even more.”

When moments like these made you feel like you were boyfriend and girlfriend, you tend to forget that the two of you were actually living in an era of zombie plague and a catastrophically collapsed civil society with survivors isolated in their own safe zone. To you, it’s just ‘me and Rin against the world’.

A distraction from destruction was what Suna was to you. He was your felicity in this cataclysmic society. “I didn’t even get to sleep that much ‘cause you move a lot.”

“Do I?” He simpered with a toothpick between his teeth. You made an effort to thread your fingers through his dark brown hair, your eyes coruscating with love for him. “Couldn’t sleep, either. Felt like Zs were gonna show up in our window.”

It was easy to discern what he meant because as far as Rule 6 was concerned, the zombie apocalypse left all survivors paranoid for their lives that even going on a deep sleep felt dangerous. Staying alert even in your slumber was an unspoken rule that everyone agreed to.

“Fuck yeah! Fuck all of you!” Atsumu’s hoarse voice roared from a distance, throwing the game controller on the couch next to Osamu. “Stupid fucking Zs. If I encounter one today, I’m gonna kill ‘em!”

Honestly, he was all talk.

His twin snickered, “Really? What’s your kill count?” The reason he asked that was because all five of you, minus Aran, kept track of the number of zombies you’ve killed. It wasn’t of anything special, just the thought of competing for kills made it a lot less gruesome.

“I’ve got twenty five!” replied Atsumu, manspreading on the couch.

The answer made Suna turn around with his back leaned against your chest. “Bullshit, you only have seven or eight.”

You suppressed a chuckle as Atsumu grew defensive with his rebuttal, “I killed more than that! You fuckers always take credit for my kills.”

Kita joined the banter shortly as he appeared in the living room. “We all know Suna and Osamu are the best killers but even I killed more than you, Atsumu. Step up your game.”

“Me, too!” you bragged, arms wrapped around Suna’s neck from behind. “Honestly, when I said he’s the first one to die—”

“No, you two horny punks are the first ones to die,” Atsumu huffed, “have y’all watched Cabin in the Woods? The House of Wax? The ones fuckin’ each other always get killed.”

A simple snort was emitted from Suna, following his orotund voice when he spoke, “‘Least I got to fuck Y/N before I die.”

Was it reasonable to blush? No. However, heat naturally permeated your cheeks, leaving them rubescent. For 7 years, only Rintarou had the ability to do that. As he threw his head back, nape reclined on your shoulder to kiss your jaw, he smirked at your reaction. “Shut up,” was your response.

On one hand, the topic was averted into something conveniently informative upon Aran’s arrival. “My uncle’s got some guns and ammos left in the garage. We can take all of ‘em if we choose to leave this house someday.”

“Only if needed,” Kita answered, finding his seat between the twins, “I don’t want anyone to be wasting ammunition. We need to avoid using them while we can manage.”

Of course, Shinsuke Kita had always been a sagacious man. Like a true dad among a bunch of immature children. His role neutralized any disorderliness within the group and for that, you were thankful.

Osamu had then reminded all of you of the current state of the pantry as the third most reasonable guy in the group, “Speaking of, we may need to use a couple of guns when we drive by the town. We only have limited food to last for three days.”

“We’re getting supplies again?” Suna inquired, yawning. “I can get them, but someone has to stay here.”

“I’ll go with you,” you presented, foretold by the other four.

“Me, too.” Osamu.

“Me, three.” Atsumu. “Wait, can we use the Lambo from that house next door?”

Christ. You just recalled yesterday’s events. How could you forget yesterday? Atsumu and Osamu went ahead and searched the other houses for fun and the blond twin happened to have found a precious Lamborghini Aventador that he recklessly drove around the neighborhood like a goddamn street racer. It had been awhile since you saw genuine happiness in Atsumu’s face even if he could be ridiculously childish at times.

“No, we can’t,” Osamu crushed his dreams instantly, “and we already agreed that it’s more useful to drive the G Wagon if we take the road again.”

Yes, the plan was to drive the G Wagon along with the Hummer once you continued the journey across the country. Considering the supplies and ammunition, a freaking Lamborghini was never an option.

Atsumu protested, however, “But the Lambo! When are ‘ya ever gonna get cars like that for free?”

“Why are you so obsessed with that car? This isn’t GTA,” you argued, earning a scornful reaction.

“This isn’t GTA,” he mocked your voice in petulance. “Suck my dick.”

Thank God Aran had stepped in to cut his immaturity. “I guess Kita and I will stay behind. There’s a supermarket not too far from here but make you sure y’all are safe when you get there. Place could be full of zombies.”

The sinister smile displayed on Suna’s lips made you weak as he got up in preparation, “Haven’t killed Zs in a while. This should be fun.”

The soft gentle breeze erected the hairs on your skin in both dread and coldness. Being in the murky parking lot alone was quite the horror and you were fearing for any signs of Zs close by. Your shadow casted a Stygian silhouette against the tessellated sidewalk while you adjusted the bandanna that acted as a sealant to your nose and mouth. Still, with the airtight covering, the vile stench was able to seep through the cotton, earning its way to your nostrils.

The place reeked of putrid human waste that even Osamu was crinkling his nose in disgust. Air quality being as mephitic as it was, you suddenly missed the nontoxic atmosphere back at your temporary home. Or the aromatic jasmine candle that you lit in yours and Suna’s room last night.

Your fingers were intertwined with Suna’s as he guided the cautious trail towards the abandoned supermarket. As long as you were with Rin, you were fine. You had your Colt .45 while he had his shotgun. The Miya twins also had their own weapons from behind while you trod a nigh away from the establishment.

Suddenly, a fusillade of bullets coming from Atsumu’s gun made you jump in surprise. The ridiculous part? He was shooting at the night sky with a stupid grin on his face. “C’mon Zs, where are ‘ya? I practiced playing Resident Evil for two straight weeks. Show up!”

Oh my, God. You would be dead by daylight because of this boy. “Atsumu, what the hell are you doing?”

RULE 9: Conserve ammunition

“Do it again or I’ll shoot you,” Osamu scolded his brother, exasperation painted on his face.

“Let’s chill out, we’ve encountered more of these bad boys before,” Rintarou reassured as he tightened his hold on your hand following the footsteps he planted inside the supermarket. “There goes one.”

First of all, disgusting. Just absolutely revolting. Two Zs were hunching over a dead woman’s body, masticating the fresh innards and slobbering their rotten drool over her intestines, eating them like one would do on a pasta. It’s a Z1. They barely paid attention to the humans behind them until they were able to catch your mortal scent, but Suna had already aimed his gun at its head.

“Ggrh!”

“Having a nice meal?” he jeered, blasting the Z1’s face into bloody bits with a single bullet. The other living corpse was frenzied by the death of his zombie companion, resulting for the creature to leap over you until you pulled your gun to shoot a bullet to its forehead. “Good job, angel.”

You grinned from under the bandanna. “My thirtieth kill and Atsumu still only has eight.”

“Shut ‘yer trap!” he whined, dashing across the supermarket in desperation to find his own target. “Pspsps... Come on, Zs.”

I swear to God, Atsumu fucking Miya.

Osamu walked towards the corner, checking every aisle to ensure that there weren’t any other undead creatures as you and Suna headed to get a cart. The lights inside the supermarket were still bright and the air conditioner was still running. Carts were sprawled everywhere but not quite as disordered as the other places you’ve been into. Except, when more sounds of snarling and groaning echoed through the place, you halted midway into one section to see the grey-haired twin sniping bullets against two Z1s that teetered from behind. This led all four of you to spread out. “No wonder it smells fucking awful. They look newly-turned!”

What he meant was the Zs inside the supermarket were probably still humans just eight to sixteen hours ago. The floors were blood-stained and their decaying faces were free from maggots as their sinew and tendons were still fresh with infected blood. You turned to your left and saw Suna shooting a diseased corpse that maniacally tried to lunge on him. On your right, Osamu was faced off with a straggly-haired Z2 that snarled at him, baring its decomposing mouth and flaxen teeth.

Another bullet sent, another zombie dead.

“Fuck, they’re so many!” you complained, turning behind you as a Z2 with its feverish white eyes lurching into you. The wash of stomach acid that burned up your esophagus and into your mouth when you saw its entrails falling out of its open gut made you nauseous. You pulled the trigger and shot it twice, it fell on the floor. Dead from being undead. Worms crawled out of its eye-sockets after you busted an eye open and you had to kick it off your track with a grimace. “I’m sick, I’m fucking sick!”

Noises of attacks from left and right left you panic-stricken. You couldn’t tell where the fuck Atsumu was.

“ARGH!”

“Come get me, fatty!” As if on cue, the blond appeared out of aisle six with a corpulent Z1 chasing him. Atsumu took satisfaction in sending dozens of bullets, riddling the zombie’s body that it disintegrated. “Hell yeah, that’s triple kill!”

“I ran out of ammo!” Suna announced from his area of coverage, now backing into a corner. Luckily, you were in the ‘toys area’ so you reached for the baseball bat from the shelf and flung it over to him. With a perfect catch, he swung the bat in full force and had the zombie’s head separating from its body. The bone-cracking noise and the splat of blood earned your wince. He kicked the head over to Atsumu who also struck his foot on it like a soccer ball. “Shit, that’s funny!” Rintarou guffawed at the Z’s head while the blond joined his antics.

Unbelievable. You sighed of relief, watching Osamu pushing a cart. At least the zombies were all dead and none left, so far. There was very little time allowed to spend in a public place like this before more Zs, even the frightening Z3s, could swarm the place so you helped Osamu out in taking whatever food and necessities you could get. You were trying your fastest to check all use-by dates while the grey-haired twin was carefully picking from the remaining fresh produce that could still be taken home, though most of them have gotten off.

Meanwhile, the other two idiots were playing around the supermarket now that it was ‘safe’. You saw Suna pushing a cart with Atsumu inside of it, screaming like a child as a laughing Rin sent the trolley colliding against a shelf full of cans.

“Fuck you, Rintarou!” Atsumu grunted, cans falling on him while he staggered out of the cart. Bastards. The two of them chased each other from one aisle to another until the blond almost slipped into a bloody corpse.

“Hey, you guys! Be careful!” You could only shake your head, turning to the better twin. “Why did we bring those children, Osamu?”

The corner of his lips upturned into a smile. “I don’t even know. They think this shit’s a playground.”

It didn’t take too long until the grocery shopping was done and you were pushing the cart into the parking lot with the four of you heading back towards the Hummer. Cold air crawled on your skin as the night progressed. It wasn’t like you hoarded all of the groceries but just enough to last a month because all of you weren’t certain on how long you would still have to spend your days in that gated community. Atsumu, however, cached some peanut butter M&Ms for a supply that could last him a whole damn year and he was ecstatic about it.

“It’s my comfort food!” he fought with you, already munching on some. “Plus you spilled my last pack!”

“That was your fault!”

A torpid Suna was walking ahead with the car key in his hand when you heard a high-pitched scream from a close proximity. With all four heads turning into the direction of the scream, you saw a woman standing by a cadaver with shaky hands.

It had been awhile since you last saw a fellow survivor.

“Miss?” Osamu asked upon approaching her, “You okay?”

The woman turned around. Light brown hair, caramel eyes, rosy cheeks.

Atsumu gasped. “Shit, it’s...”

No. No. No fucking way.

You were paralyzed into stillness as you watched Suna’s eyes widen into a state of arrant shock. God, you were too. You were utterly disquieted, dumbfounded, dazed at the sight of the very woman in front of you.

“R-Rin?”

Your heart fell.

“Sophia...”

Suna’s chest undulated to the thumping rhythm of his heart. It only took Sophia’s sudden appearance for the world to stop and for him to completely forget about anything else but her. Just her. He couldn’t hear anyone, couldn’t see anyone, couldn’t think of anyone except his one true love who was revealed to be alive. She’s fucking alive. And she was right here to take him back and make her presence known.

“Rin!”

“Sophia!”

Tears pooled the corner of her eyes as she stood face to face with the man she loved. “I-I thought you d-died—” but before she could utter another word, Suna had already engulfed her into a bone-crushing hug as she sobbed on his shoulders. You recognized this as an embrace between two young lovers yearning for each other’s presence after an agonizing period of uncertainty whether their other half was still alive. You lost the ability to move as your heart crumpled inside of your ribcage. Even the twins were surprised by Sophia’s appearance but the gleam in their eyes showed just how happy they were for Suna.

You should be, too. But it was hard. It was hard to watch how he alternated between hugging and kissing her all over the face, desperate for his lips to meet hers. He kissed her the way you wanted him to kiss you. The only recipient of those kisses full of love was none other than Sophia and she had her lips enveloped on his lips as the rightful girlfriend.

“I’m sorry.” Suna exhaled, pulling her in his arms with relief spreading across his face. He’d forgotten about you on the side. “Sophia, I’m so fucking... I can’t believe you’re alive. I-I’m sorry for staying behind. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Soph. I’m sorry for—shit, how did you come here? Where were you?”

He couldn’t even formulate the gush of words coming out of his mouth because he wanted to say so much.

Your feet carried you slowly to the side as you listened in silence. Sophia’s cheeks were held by Suna’s hands and despite the tears falling from her sparkling eyes, she was emanating radiance as beautiful as the first time he saw her. Rintarou’s expression was equally effulgent because the girlfriend he longed to see throughout this journey was now here. His purpose in life was here.

“I was with two other people and we were on the way to the next camp. We just stopped by here to get supplies b-but they died,” Sophia explained, gesturing towards another woman’s cadaver on the floor. Then her eyes saw you and the twins. “Osamu, Atsumu!”

“Sophia!”

They ran to her with equal joy and hugged her in consolation. A series of questions were thrown to her such as how she’d been, how she’d survived this far, or if she was alright.

You wished one of them could ask if you were alright too because no one checked to see how you were feeling at that moment, when your presence was not only ignored by Rintarou, but also by the rest of them. Sophia chose not to acknowledge you as much as you wanted to tell her that you were glad knowing she was safe. However, you no longer mattered to them and simply disappeared from their sight.

You could liken the feeling to being gnawed alive by Zs when you’ve had to sit in the passenger side because Sophia was wrapped around Suna’s arms from the backseat. You had to hear how much they exchanged words of love for each other while you were left staring emptily at the window thinking about the amount of true happiness in Suna’s voice. You’ve never really seen him smile like that in your 4 months together because only Sophia could elicit those feelings from him.

It may be selfish to try and interrupt such an intimate moment between them but your fingers were clawing at the hem of your shirt to stop the pain in your heart and that was when Osamu finally noticed you as he drove the car. He didn’t say anything but just placed a hand atop yours while Rintarou was busy telling Sophia how much he loved her.

7 years of being in love with Suna. 4 months of being all alone with him. Now he was back in someone else’s arms because he never, not once, belonged to you. Wasn’t it funny how he was extremely affectionate with you this morning and now he could barely look at you?

Your arrival at the house didn’t help, too. They all tended to Sophia’s needs like an adored princess who had her prince charming and four knights in shining armors ready to bow at her feet. They were friends prior to the fucking apocalypse and the only reason you were even with them was because Suna took you along. Sophia was part of their circle since high school and you never belonged to the group. Not ever. It was expected that they would pay all of their attention to her especially now that she was confirmed to be alive.

In their eyes, they only ever acknowledged Sophia as Rintarou’s girlfriend while you were simply a past time. You were never taken seriously because you were just a filler to the void in this apocalypse.

“We’ve been living here for the past two weeks,” Aran explained as they were all situated in the living room while you were segregating the groceries with Osamu on the kitchen. “It’s amazing how you two found each other again like true soulmates.”

Suna kissed her once more, proud to have his girl back in his arms. “She’s my other half.”

His words were nothing but the truth, but they were also nothing but painful to you. You were unknown to your tight grip on one of the cans until Osamu cut off your trance. He was now sensitive to your feelings after being reminded of your existence again. Unlike everyone else who focused on Sophia, only Osamu was kind enough to show some sensitivity on how much you were dying inside.

“Hey, just give them some time.” The grey-haired twin tried to console, reaching out to brush a hand on your arm. You saw how Suna couldn’t keep his hands off his girlfriend as they entertained her from a distance.

It only took Sophia’s appearance for him to forget about the 4 months he shared with you.

“I-I’m sorry,” you excused yourself from Osamu, “I think I’ll just rest upstairs for now.”

You didn’t really rest in your room per se. You just spent your time staring at the ceiling as the pain in your heart submerged you into agony. Maybe if you died tonight, Rintarou wouldn’t give a damn because Sophia was already here. With the promise you’ve made, ‘I’ll help you find Sophia’, that meant that your duty was over. He found her as he was always destined to.

RULE 10: Protect your heart

That rule was unrelated to surviving a zombie apocalypse, but it served as a good reminder that you had no one else but yourself in this situation. People could die at any given time and the last thing you wanted was to lament over your human feelings that should only matter if the situation was different. Did you really think that Sophia was dead? Did you really believe that you could finally have Suna to yourself?

Pathetic. Delusional.

Your night was spent laying in bed in silence. The same bed you and Rin slept in on a fortnight. The same bed he shared passionate nights with you. Hugged you to sleep, kissed your forehead good night, whispered sweet things to your ear. You wanted to walk downstairs and tell him how unfair he was for dumping you to the side like a used cigarette stick now that he found his pretty little girlfriend.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t make yourself do it because you didn’t want for the genuine smile on his face to fade. Even if that smile was not directed to you, you couldn’t ruin it for him.

“Y/N?”

Heart skipping a beat as you heard Sunarin’s voice by the door. He casually entered and looked at you for the first time since at the supermarket. However, he didn’t really exchange eye contact. Just enough to acknowledge you as you sat up from bed. “Hey,” you muttered, swallowing your weakness. “I-I’m glad you found her again. I’m happy for you.”

It took a lot to hide the pain in your voice as you said that. He didn’t care, either way. He stood in front of you in a safe distance with his hands on his pockets. Sighing, he smiled along with the unusual gaiety in his manner. The glint of contentment in his eyes reflected his lack of care for your emotional state. “I still can’t believe it. I was really about to give up, you know? I thought I wasn’t going to see her again but fuck, I was really meant to be with her.”

You forced a smile. “...That’s great.”

Where do all of these leave me?

“Yeah,” he spoke again after a minute of silence, not wanting to address his situation with you as if it was the least of his concerns. You looked up to see his detached stare on your face. “Is it okay for you to sleep in the room next door? Sophia wants this room and I wanna be next to her.”

7 years of loving Rintarou Suna and this was all that you could get.

“If that’s what you want, Rin.”

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oh, zombie!

you’re certain you’ve met the end when you’re cornered by flesh-hungry zombies, but a man with a bat and the bone structure of a god proves you otherwise.

pairing: jungkook x reader

warnings: cursing, shooting guns, weapons, mentions of death, minor angst, fluff, blood, zombies (duh), attempted murder, kinda heated makeout session, namjoon is an accidental cockblock, kissing

genre: zombie apocalypse au, thrill/gore (not too descriptive or graphic), strangers to lovers

word count: 9.8k+

a/n: the zombies in this fic have enhanced smell for corpses and human stress hormones!! and help i have like two other jk drafts rn (& disclaimer: i don’t own the gif above!!)

Fucked.

That was the best word to describe you and your current predicament. Now, with the loud groans of at least four zombies and heavy bangs against the door ringing in your ears, you were really starting to regret entering this grocery store.

You knew you should have trusted your gut when you first approached the store, but the thought of having actual food (not the dry ramen packets you were currently surviving on) and more water (you were on your last bottle) tempted you to push open the glass door and rush into the supermarket without so much as a noise scan. It took only eight seconds for the zombies and their enhanced smell to know that you entered. You were barely able to grab a single bottle of water before you heard an eerily low groan and immediately rushed for shelter in the dairy freezer.

Your twenty seconds of recklessness led you to where you are now, pushed against a cold door while zombies banged heavily against it. You held onto the inner lock as you reached down for your gun, which you were certain only had a few more bullets; regardless, it was your best shot at escaping this store alive. Gathering yourself, you inhaled and exhaled deeply with hope that you could shoot them all fast enough.

Just as you were about to release the lock and face your fate, the groans fell silent and were replaced by the sound of heavy and almost cartoon-like thwacks. Your feet froze as you realized that that was no sound or action a zombie could make — there was another human outside. You had only a few seconds to decide your next move, which would ultimately decide your future and whether you die in the middle of a grocery store dairy storage freezer or not.

Whoever killed the zombies outside could either be a kind-hearted person who didn’t want to see you succumb to a tragic fate or a person who wanted to save you from death by zombies only to kill you for your survival supplies. Considering the fact that they just knocked at least four zombies on their own, you prayed that it wasn’t the latter.

A few silent seconds passed until you eventually moved your hand, and you prayed that this wouldn’t be your second fatal mistake of the day as you slowly unlocked and opened the heavy steel door. Your gun visible in your other hand, you stepped out to see who your potential savior (or murderer) was.

Your eyes landed on the face of an extremely handsome man. Despite the obvious disarray he was in (then again, everyone who manages to survive during a zombie apocalypse is at least some form of messed up), it was clear as day that he was attractive. He had alluring doe-shaped eyes that were deceivingly innocent-looking, long dark hair that fell messily over his forehead, and the facial structure of an absolute god. The cut on his lip, small scratches scattered across his face, and his silver earrings only added to his intimidating impression, and upon seeing the heavy metal bat he held in his right hand, you instinctively tighten your grip on your handgun.

You were so enraptured by his captivating appearance that you nearly forgot the situation you were in.

“Who - who are you?” you finally asked, attempting to keep your voice as level as possible and praying that your face wasn’t red since he definitely noticed you checking him out.

He didn’t look intimidated at all, and a part of you died internally when his lip curled into a smirk. This was not looking good for you. “Are you gonna put that gun down?” he asked, the depth and warmth of his voice throwing you off. He laughed as you only blinked and he continued, “You certainly didn’t have a problem with me when you were checking me out earlier, so why keep the gun up now, babygirl?”

If you weren’t blushing before, you definitely were now. You cursed under your breath as you moved your hand down and quickly placed your gun back in your thigh holster, deciding that he was safe and probably wouldn’t kill you. “I wasn’t checking you out,” you muttered, and he laughed at your obvious lie.

“Whatever makes you feel better, babygirl,” he said, a teasing tone in his airy voice.

Your brows knitted together in irritation at the pet name. “Don’t call me that,” you mumbled, looking down at your worn sneakers awkwardly.

He laughed again, and you found yourself oddly enchanted to his tiny laugh. He took a step towards you, causing you to look up at him as he told you, “I won’t call you ‘babygirl’ if you tell me what your name is.”

You cleared your throat awkwardly before you answered, “My name’s Y/N, what’s yours?”

He grinned, which somehow turned his entire demeanor upside down. With his wide smile, he was no longer the intimidating guy that took down three zombies on his own with just a bat, but rather a nice guy that just wanted to help out a fellow human from being killed by zombies.

“Jungkook,” he answered simply as he began to walk away from you and through the store aisles.

“Jungkook,” you repeated, familiarizing the way his name rolled off your tongue with a nod. “So, Jungkook, what brought you into this store?” you asked, rushing to walk alongside him and skim through the aisles.

“This your first time outside, Y/N?” he asked, abruptly stopping to turn and look at you. You froze and dropped the bag of chips you were holding at the sudden eye contact. He sighed and moved to pick up the chips and place it back onto the shelves. “I was wandering around the area, and I saw that you walked right into a trap,” he told you.

“A trap?” you asked, your mouth falling open in surprise.

He nodded and motioned for you to help him fill his rucksack with water bottles. “Looters will leave trace scents or pieces of human remains to attract zombies to popular places survivors will drift to. Once any survivors enter and get killed by the zombies, the looters will come back, off the zombies, and take their supplies,” he explained with a grimace.

Your face twisted, and you suddenly felt even luckier that Jungkook saved you. “How do you know? I mean, how did you know that the looters were here?” you asked, still a bit unsettled at the fact that you basically walked straight-first into a death trap.

Jungkook zipped up his backpack, now full of at least 20 water bottles, and headed towards the dried foods. “I spotted one of their vans when I was walking around, so I figured they were in the area. Then I saw you entering the store and bingo — I was right,” he told you nonchalantly as he stuffed various dried fruits and snacks into his pockets.

“Take some of these,” he added, gesturing towards the few remaining dark chocolate bars.

You nodded, briefly admiring his casual attitude as you shoved two handfuls of the chocolate into your jacket pockets. “How did you recognize them? Have you had any… run-ins with them?” you wondered curiously, picking up your pace to match his quicker steps as he made his way down the remaining store aisles.

“They approached me to join them when this whole thing started,” he started, pausing to laugh softly at the shocked expression on your face. He shook his head as he continued, “I said no because what they do is twisted. Luring people to their deaths for some sick form of fun. They say they do it for the supplies but we all know that’s a lie.”

You nodded your head thoughtfully. “Oh, well, I guess that’s an admirable and sane choice.”

He murmured in agreement, and you walked alongside him, unconsciously humming a song that had been stuck in your head for a while. Being with Jungkook, who was both stronger and more knowledgeable than you, provided you with a sense of comfort. Additionally, he wasn’t shooing you off and willingly accepted your company (for the past 10 minutes, at least). Before you even knew it, you two reached the front store doors.

He walked out first, holding the door open behind him. You faltered, a second thought of “does he really want me to go with him?” running through your head.

He raised a brow, opening the door a bit wider. “You coming?”

“Wh- what?” you stuttered in disbelief.

“Do you want to come with me or not?” he asked. “C’mon, babygirl. We don’t have all day. Those looters are bound to come back soon.”

At the mention of those evil people, your legs moved instantly. You rushed out of the door towards Jungkook’s side and eagerly turned to face him. “Where to?”

He laughed, and you swore it was one of the most enchanting tones you’ve ever heard, before saying, “What’s the place you’re staying in like?”

You thought back to your small home and the painful disarray it was in. It was a miracle that you were able to survive so long considering how ill-prepared you were for an apocalypse to happen.

“Er, probably not as good as yours,” you answered sheepishly.

“Fair enough.” He nodded at the anticipated answer and began to walk in the opposite direction that you came from. You continued alongside him, internally screaming at how lucky you were. Not only did Jungkook completely save your life, he let you stay with him! You didn’t understand why, seeing as you were arguably an impediment to his survival, but you were grateful regardless.

The city around you was lifeless. What was once home to millions of citizens and the hustle and bustle of daily routines was reduced to empty stone buildings, the only people left either roaming as the undead or too afraid to come out. Within two weeks, the city and all its people changed entirely.

As you walked alongside Jungkook, you wondered what type of life he led before the apocalypse. Was he a student like you? Did he have a job? Was he a police officer or firefighter? Did he have family?

Several questions imposed themselves in your brain, and it was enough to almost distract you from Jungkook’s words.

“That van over there is a looter van,” he informed you, pointing towards a parked black van that had unrecognizable red symbols sprayed on it. “Each one has different symbols on it, but they’re all in red so they know where each one is and don’t mess up a potential job.”

You nodded and absorbed his words. You definitely passed a van like that when you were walking towards the store. “That’s good to know,” you whispered, your voice strained with mild fear.

He didn’t say anything else in response and continued forward, gently tugging you along with him when you lingered in your spot a second too long as you stared at the van.

Jungkook led you for a few more minutes, each second only increasing your curiosity as to where he was taking you and what he was really like. Silence prevailed until you heard a low groan and the distinguishable sound of a foot dragging along gravel. You stiffened and unconsciously moved to grip Jungkook’s hand.

He stopped in his tracks and gently pushed you towards a building wall. Once both your backs were pressed flat against the stone wall, he adjusted the grip on his bat and you reached for the gun in your thigh holster. The zombie’s groans grew louder as it approached. You knew they couldn’t see and had a very limited sense of hearing, but you wondered if you or Jungkook had anything on you that attracted its hunger for rotting flesh or stress.

You held your breath as the zombie came into view, its decaying body and unsettling groans disturbing you. It walked closer, although not directly towards you. You raised your gun the same time as Jungkook lifted his bat, but you didn’t have to pull the trigger and Jungkook didn’t have to swing as the zombie only walked straight past you two, leaving only its rotting scent behind.

You breathed out in relief and relaxed your shoulders as you placed your handgun back in its holster. “Thank god,” you whispered.

“Let’s go,” was all Jungkook said before he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. It seemed like you weren’t the only one anxious to get out of the open.

Jungkook’s home was much, much better than yours (if you could even call your tiny studio that).

“Holy shit,” you whispered as you admired the fortified mansion. High stone walls and a metal gate surrounded the large two-story house. “You have this place all to yourself?” you asked Jungkook. Now you were really curious what his profession before this was.

He shook his head as he unlocked the gate with a key. “A few friends live with me,” he answered simply before slipping the key back in his jean pocket. “They should all be awake by now.”

You nodded and followed closely behind him as he walked up the short pathway to the front door. As he opened the door, you heard a loud yell come from within.

“Kookie!” he yelled, his voice smooth and deep.

You saw Jungkook’s face turn red as he quickly shut the door with a slightly mortified facial expression.

“Uh -”

The door burst open. “Kookie!” a man shouted before enveloping Jungkook into a tight hug. You stepped to the side, observing the affectionate interaction with a grin. The man who barreled into Jungkook had black, fluffy hair that was held back by a black hairband. He was on the thinner side, but still built, and appeared to be a bit taller and tanner than Jungkook. When he released the hug and turned to face you, your breath hitched.

He was attractive.

“Who’d you bring home?” he asked Jungkook, a boxy smile directed towards you.

“Her name is Y/N, I caught her just before some zombies got her,” Jungkook answered as he nudged you and the man inside.

As you stepped through the front door, you observed the large home’s tasteful interior. A pristine white kitchen was to the right of you, apparently well-stocked based on the two open cabinets that were filled with snacks and ramen. To the left of you was an open living room with one large couch and two smaller ones surrounding a paper-filled coffee table and a large TV mounted onto the wall.

Impressive, you thought.

The fluffy-haired man stepped in front of you, his contagious smile still going strong. “I’m Taehyung. It’s nice to meet you!”

You smiled at him. It’d been a while since you met new people, much less people with such warm and friendly dispositions. “It’s nice to meet you too,” you returned honestly.

Jungkook cleared his throat, announcing suddenly, “I’ll show Y/N around.”

You turned to face him, noticing that he had taken off his bags and leather jacket. His bare arms were now exposed, and you immediately noticed how sculpted he was. A sleeve of various tattoos decorated one of his arms, drawing your attention to the ink on his defined muscles. His other arm was more bare, but still had a few figures on it. Realizing that you were probably staring for too long, you tore your eyes away with a nod before you set down your own bag and followed Jungkook.

He took you past the living room and kitchen through a hallway, showing you where the first floor bathroom, in-home gym, and office were. You gaped at the book-filled office that also housed several weapons. Lined across the wall were several guns, knives, and other weapons you couldn’t even name. After you recovered from what you saw in the office, he led you up the stairs.

“This is Taehyung and Jimin’s room,” he said, pointing to the first door in the hallway. “Jin and Yoongi’s.” He pointed to the door next to the first one. “Namjoon’s.” He then pointed towards the first door on the opposite side of the hall. “And mine.” He pointed to the door next to Namjoon’s.

You nodded, resisting the urge to ask about their family members since you knew it could be a sensitive subject for them. “Are they all home?” you wondered. “Well, except for Taehyung, I guess,” you added as an afterthought.

Jungkook nodded. “Jin, Yoongi, and Jimin are probably in their rooms. Namjoon will be out for the next few days getting some stuff, so you can stay in his room for now.”

Your lips parted in shock. “No, no! That’s his room. It’s fine, I can sleep on the couches if anything!”

“It’s fine, he won’t mind,” Jungkook insisted.

But you shook your head in persistence. “Really, I’m completely fine with the couch. I wouldn’t want to make Namjoon feel uncomfortable or anything.”

He sighed and shrugged, seemingly relenting to your wishes. “Alright, we can head back down then,” he said as he turned back to the stairs.

Before you followed him, your eyes landed on the last door all the way down the hallway. You had no idea what was behind it, yet it still emitted an ominous and mysterious aura that called out to you. “Wait,” you said before you even thought about it. Just as he turned to face you, the realization that he probably didn’t tell you what was in that room for a reason (whatever that was) hit you.

“Er - nevermind!” You laughed awkwardly, hoping he would drop it. But it was too late — he already noticed your lingering gaze on the locked door.

“Don’t go in that room,” he stated bluntly before turning around, not giving you a chance to respond. “There’s nothing in there that’s of importance to you,” he added as he walked down the stairs. You rushed to follow him after him, still intimidated to be in this big house with completely new people, muttering words of agreement.

Everyone in this house was shockingly nice. Jimin was undeniably kind and spent your entire first night at your side, making sure you felt comfortable in this new place. Yoongi, although more reserved, didn’t hesitate to check if you were alright whenever you spaced out or got scared by a sudden noise. Lastly, Jin was incredibly attentive; from asking you if you had any food allergies or if you preferred baths or showers, he did his best to welcome you.

(They were all also really attractive, but that's besides the point).

Before you knew it, a week passed. Seven days of playing board games with Jimin and Taehyung, cooking with Jin, talking about conspiracy theories with Yoongi, and working out (and trying to avoid) with Jungkook.

Why were you trying to avoid him? Well, despite having met Jungkook first, you couldn’t help but start to feel awkward around him. Not because he made you feel uncomfortable or the reverse, but rather due to your undeniable attraction to him. It certainly didn’t help that his personality complemented his beautiful appearance well. On the outside, Jungkook appeared cold and intimidating, but on the inside he was soft and kind. He was exactly like one of the many fictional characters you’d fallen in love with before.

Your first official day at the house, you kept your cool pretty well. Of course, Jungkook and his endearing behavior and large, doe eyes had to ruin it. Then again, it was also on you for not listening to your initial instinct of avoiding the gym machines. What exactly happened?

Well, after three failed attempts of using the machine from hell (you didn’t even know it’s name), Jungkook finally decided that it was just getting sad and moved from his machine to help you.

“You’re supposed to use your arms to bring it back,” he said with a teasing tone as he neared you. You jumped in your seat and looked up at the mirror to see his figure stopping directly behind you. Your breath hitched as he leaned down and… oh fuck, did his arms just brush up against yours?

Face burning red, you looked away with a violent cough. “Er, I knew that.”

He laughed softly at your embarrassed expression, the enchanting sound of his lap wreaking havoc on your already weak heart. You turned towards him and gently pushed his chest with a scoff.

“You don’t have to laugh at me,” you grumbled.

“Sometimes I can’t help it,” he countered with a smug smile.

You particularly liked when he smiled since he reminded you of a bunny whenever he did — especially when he had a large smile and his eyes formed happy, crescent moons with twinkling stars. Jungkook’s grin (and laugh) was as infectious as Taehyung’s and Jin’s, and he was, overall, a perfect person in your eyes. Even as he made fun of you (jokingly, of course), you swore he was sent from the stars above.

Deciding it best to not catch feelings for your savior and person who graciously housed you, you tried to keep your distance from him since then. Whenever he entered the room, you tried your best to subtly leave (bless Seokjin for being exceptionally understanding of your “cramps”) and when he tried talking only to you or directing the conversation to you, you roped someone else into the discussion. It worked for the most part as you talked to the others more and ignored the way Jungkook made your heart race whenever you thought about him, but today you were out of luck.

“Y/N and Jungkook, supplies run today.”

You gaped at Jin from your spot on the couch. “What? Me? Are you sure?” you asked, silently pleading with your eyes.

He rolled his eyes and nodded, bending down to gently pat your head. “Yes, you. Don’t worry, you’ll have Kookie with you.”

“And this,” Yoongi added as he dropped a gun much larger than your small handgun in your lap.

You looked up at him in shock. “I don’t know how to use this!”

He shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out if you’ll need to use it.”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’re gonna have to pull your weight if you wanna stay with us,” Taehyung told you, winking at you when Jungkook entered the living room with his gear. Your eyes widened at him, but you couldn’t say anything as Jungkook approached you.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

You sighed and stood up begrudgingly. With an excessively-large gun in hand and empty backpack strapped to you, you exited the house with Jungkook at your side. Together, you silently walked down the same path he took you up almost a week ago.

You embraced the peacefulness of this secluded area. Jungkook’s home was quite secluded, and the surrounding trees were home to blissful breezes and a variety of chirping animals. Despite the downfall of humanity, it seemed that wildlife was flourishing, you noted.

“So I guess I’ll ask now,” Jungkook started, capturing your attention. You turned and looked up at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “Were you staying with anyone before? I assume not since you’re with us now…”

You shook your head. Your voice lowered as you answered, “I was all by myself.” He frowned while you continued. “My parents were on a trip abroad with my best friend Hobi when it happened.” Your eyes teared up as you mentioned your family and Hobi, who was basically your older brother.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said softly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It’s ok,” you mumbled. “The last call I got from my parents before all the cell towers went down, Hobi was doing alright with them. I’m thankful that they have him.”

“I’m sure that Hobi is doing a good job taking care of himself and your parents,” he responded soothingly.

You nodded, blinking your tears away as you diverted your gaze towards your moving feet. “So what about you?” you asked after a few silent moments. “Do you have any family?”

He cleared his throat and tightened his grip on his backpack. “My parents didn’t make it,” he answered bluntly.

Your head whipped towards him. “I’m so sorry,” you said rushedly. “I don’t know why I even asked you, I overste-”

“It’s fine,” he cut you off, gently turning your head to face the road path ahead of you two. “I was the one who asked first, anyways.”

You looked down again in shame. “Sorry again,” you murmured.

Jungkook smiled down at you before a small laugh escaped his lips. Your heart picked up it’s pace when he laced his hand with yours and pulled you forward. “Come on, the supplies won’t get themselves.”

You felt an odd sense of deja vu as you ran out of the grocery store, Jungkook following behind you and a horde of hungry zombies behind the both of you.

But let’s back up a few moments to ten minutes prior to this predicament.

You and Jungkook finally reached the grocery store that Jin had been scoping out via hidden camera for the past week. Your eyes were delighted by the sight of shelves lined with a variety of foods and freezers that still had cold air circulating behind the glass doors.

“This is one of the few places that run on solar power, so the electricity still functions in here,” Jungkook explained when he noticed your confusion at how he was able to turn off the lights and the gust of cold air that greeted him as he opened one of the freezer doors to grab an ice cream bar.

“I’m surprised no one’s hit this place up yet,” you said as you took out the list of supplies that Jin gave you before you left.

“Jin’s been watching this place for a while. He thinks no one’s come here because it’s kinda far away.”

You nodded in agreement, thinking back to the long walk you and Jungkook took to get here. You supposed not many people wanted to risk being out in the open for so long and didn’t find the commute worth it.

“Is Jin watching us right now?” you asked Jungkook curiously.

During your short few days at their house, you quickly learned each person’s role. Yoongi, who used to be an engineer, builds all the cameras and weapons. Jin, a former director and computer whiz, monitors the cameras that he and Taehyung set up around the city. Taehyung, a film and dance student, helps Jin set up the cameras in obscure places and trains with Jungkook and Jimin. Jimin, a skilled dancer, often accompanies Jungkook and Taehyung during training and supplies runs. Unfortunately, Jimin sprained his ankle recently and Taehyung injured his arm during training, leaving the supplies-run to Jungkook.

The only person you had yet to meet was Namjoon. According to the others, Namjoon was a former pre-med student and scientist who was on a trip to find something. Of course, they didn’t tell you what that something was. And while you were curious, you also didn’t want to overstep your boundaries and risk being kicked out.

“Probably, he usually watches camped out places to monitor and che-”

You and Jungkook both turned your head at the recognizable low rumble of a car. He was quick to grab your hand and pull you down onto the ground, out of view from the front glass windows. You held your breath at the sound of a car door opening and then the ringing bell as the front door was pulled open a few seconds later.

Jungkook reached towards his large gun, but he halted when he recognized the distinguishable stench that the random person carried in. Your eyes widened when Jungkook began panicking, his fingers fumbling for his walkie talkie.

You heard a heavy thud and the sound of the ringing bell again as the mysterious person exited the store. You waited until the rumbling of the car grew distant before you looked up and cursed loudly.

“Fuck! He dumped a dead body here!” you cried, stomach churning at the sight of the pale corpse.

Jungkook groaned from beside you and rushed towards the front of the store, poking his head out of the door and looking both ways. “Fucking looters!” he cursed as he moved his head back and hit the window.

Steering clear of the dead body, you walked towards Jungkook and craned your head to see what he was looking at. The sight of several zombies, more stumbling out of random buildings and streets to join the crowd, heading straight for the store. “Shit! What are we gonna do! They’re already down the block!”

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck, ok, did you get everything?”

You quickly scanned through the paper list and peered into your open backpack. “Most, but I forgot to get some things,” you answered quickly as you mentally checked off each item you saw.

“Which ones?” Jungkook asked, already zipping up his backpack.

A blush spread across your chest and neck, and you wished that you didn’t have to answer. But judging by Jungkook’s stressed face as the zombies’ groans grew louder, you knew you were in no position to stall. “Er. Feminine hygiene stuff,” you blurted.

Jungkook paled before blushing immediately after. His body movements stuttered momentarily before he nodded and headed towards the back of the store. “Shit, ok. Start running!”

You stared at him in bewilderment. “What? I’m not leaving you behind!”

“Just go!” he shouted.

You felt the alarm in your body grow as your head darted between Jungkook’s frantically moving body and the group of zombies just down the street. Knowing that even Jungkook didn’t stand a chance against all those zombies, you ended up on a decision that you really hoped would end up working out.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you looked down at your large gun and adjusted your grip. In one swift move, you kicked open the door and began shooting the zombies, which were now coming from both directions across the street. Your aim wasn’t the best, but it was good enough to pierce bullets through a good amount of them straight in the neck or chest.

“Jungkook! Hurry up!” you cried as you held down the trigger, praying that Yoongi packed enough bullets in the gun.

Small piles of rotting bodies began forming as deceased zombies collapsed to the ground and the other ones climbed over them to get to you. But the few zombies you managed to kill were easily outweighed by all the live ones still clamoring towards you. A cry of frustration left you as you realized that the noise from the gun and the obscene amount of stress radiating from you and Jungkook were just attracting more zombies in the area.

Jungkook ran up towards you, several boxes of various tampons and pads in hand. “I didn’t know which one you wanted! Let’s go!”

In a normal situation, you would have thanked him for his thoughtfulness, but this wasn’t a normal situation by any means.

You and Jungkook ran out of the store towards the house, both turning back occasionally to shoot any zombie that was getting too close. Your breaths grew uneven from exhaustion, but the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping within you kept you and your weak legs going.

“Don’t get too tired! I’ll shoot, just keep running!” Jungkook instructed you when he noticed you clutching your side in pain.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine!” you responded. But you spoke too soon as you tripped over a rock not even a minute later. “Shit!” you cursed as you landed on your hands and knees before immediately standing back up and catching up to Jungkook, who had stopped a few feet ahead of you when he noticed that you fell.

He didn’t say anything as he gently turned your hands over and examined them. Cuts, with blood flowing freely from them and tiny rocks stuck in between the open skin, covered the palm of your hand and your fingers. Jungkook’s eyebrows creased in concern as he moved his eyes down your body to your knees, which now had deep, bleeding gashes in them from the rocks that cut through your jeans and broke your skin.

“Jungkook, it’s fine. We have to go.” You moved your hands to your side and pulled him to continue running, cringing at how your blood stained the bottom of his black denim jacket and his hands. He cursed, obviously wanting to say something, but continued alongside you.

Thanks to the unexpected delay, the zombies had gained on you by a good few meters. You winced as you turned around and pressed the trigger of your gun, the spray of bullets taking a few of them down. But your tiny sense of relief didn’t last long as you soon heard an empty click and noticed that nothing was leaving the end of your gun — you were out of bullets.

You cursed and turned forwards again. “How many rounds do you have left?” you asked Jungkook, panting heavily as you continued running next to him.

“Not that many,” he answered, concern evident on his face.

You looked back at the relenting zombies, hot on your tail, and cursed. How were you going to get yourselves out of this one?

The answer to your question was presented to you in the form of a poorly-driven SUV that was heading down the road and straight towards you and Jungkook.

“Thank god!” Jungkook cried as he pulled you to the side and out of the vehicle’s path.

“Thank god?” you repeated in confusion.

The black SUV halted to a stop in front of you and Jungkook, the doors opening automatically.

“Get in!” you heard a new voice shout.

You and Jungkook didn’t waste a second to climb into the car, which quickly sped away once Jungkook slammed the door shut behind him. Neither of you had the chance to breathe as the zombies, which seemed to have grown even faster, jumped for the back of the car.

“How did they get even faster?” Jungkook cried as he pulled your shaking body towards him.

“The fast ones might be mutations, I found more reports on them the other day,” the silver-haired man in the front with glasses answered. You assumed that this was Namjoon, considering his answer and that Jungkook didn’t mention anyone else.

“Mutations?” you cried, jumping when a hand smacked your backseat window. “These fuckers are mutating?”

Namjoon didn’t get a chance to answer as he harshly turned the steering wheel, sending the car swerving and you and Jungkook barrelling to the other side of the car.

“Namjoon you’re so shit at driving!” Jungkook exclaimed as he rubbed the side of his head that clashed with the glass window.

Namjoon scoffed. “Don’t talk to your hyung like that when I just saved your life! And who told you not to put on seat belts?!”

“Yeah, let me just put on a seatbelt while there’s zombies cha-”

You gasped suddenly and pulled yourself up towards the front. Head directly next to Namjoon’s, you reached your bloody hands up towards the steering wheel. “There’s a bunny!” you shouted as you swerved the car out of the way, sending Jungkook to the other side of the car and wincing as your waist collided with the firm side of the passenger seat.

“Y/N, what the fuck!” you heard Jungkook moan.

“We were gonna kill the bunny!” you protested in your defense as you rubbed your side and sat back down next to Jungkook.

“We have other things to worry about!” he yelled.

“God! I’m sorry, you’re right,” you groaned as you leaned back down into the back seat.

“They’re slowing down!” Namjoon suddenly announced, his eyes focused on his windshield mirror. “Look, they’re retreating!”

You and Jungkook both turned around towards the back window. Just as Namjoon said, the zombies stopped chasing you, instead shuffling in place or back the other direction. With the threat of zombies gone, you let out a breath of relief and closed your eyes.

You kept your eyes shut as Jungkook grabbed your hands and gently ran his fingers across the open wounds, his touch sending electricity through your body. Despite the rush from his soft touch, exhaustion still tugged at you and weighed down your eyelids.

With the comforting feeling of Jungkook’s hand wrapped around yours, you drifted into unconsciousness.

Your nap was unfortunately short lived. It took only a few moments to arrive back home, and upon exiting the car, the three of you were immediately greeted by everyone else in the home.

“Y/N!!” Jimin greeted as he walked slowly over to you. Jin closely followed the blond to make sure that he didn’t hurt his ankle.

“Jimin!” you said with an equal amount of excitement, throwing your hands up into a welcoming gesture.

Jimin and Jin gasped as you revealed your bloodied and cut up hands.

“You’re hurt!” Jin sputtered as he rushed towards you. “Your knees too!”

“It’s fine, it only stings a little,” you admitted sheepishly. It wasn’t a complete lie — you didn’t exactly have the time to think about your injuries while running for your life.

Jin shook his head. “Come inside, I’ll treat the cuts a-”

“It’s fine, I can do it,” Jungkook said, suddenly appearing at your side.

The older man raised his eyebrows. “You sure, Kookie? Don’t you want to rest?”

Jungkook shook his head and silently pulled you into the house, leaving you to shrug in confusion at the guys behind you. You followed Jungkook through the first floor, up the stairs, and into his room.

His bedroom was similar to what you expected. The walls were painted a dark grey color and there wasn’t much in the room other than the basic furniture and a few pictures and art frames. You sat down on the plain black sheets as Jungkook walked to his dresser and pulled out a first aid kit.

“Why didn’t you just let Jin treat my cuts?” you asked Jungkook quietly, noticing faint signs of exhaustion in his slow movements.

He hesitated to respond. His hands stilled on the top of the red kit as he slowly responded, “I thought this was the only way I’d be able to speak with you… alone.”

“Why?” you asked, praying that you weren’t blushing as assumptions instantly formed in your mind.

He cleared his throat and opened the kit, instantly reaching for several bandaids, disinfectant pads, and antibacterial wound ointment. “Well,” he started as he gently grabbed your hands and turned them so your palms were facing up. He opened the pack of disinfectant pads and swiped them across your hands and knees. “I wanted to ask you why you’ve been avoiding me the past few days.”

Your heart dropped. You didn’t realize that Jungkook noticed how you tried your best to steer clear of him; but it wasn’t like you could really tell him that it was because you were starting to have feelings for him,

“Was it something I said? I did?” he asked as he spread the cold ointment on the open wounds.

“No,” you answered quickly — a little too quickly judging by the way his head darted up to meet your eyes. You blushed under his stare and continued, “You didn’t do anything to offend me, Jungkook.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost pleading.

You groaned inwardly and wished you could cover your face with your hands, but Jungkook held them firmly in his as he bandaged them. A few seconds of dragged-on silence passed before you looked down at your lap and responded vaguely. “I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.”

His hands stopped and his brows furrowed in confusion. “Why would things be awkward between us?”

Blood rushed to your face as you looked up to make painful eye contact with him. “Do you really want to know?” you whined, already anticipating Jungkook’s answer since you’d become quite familiar with his stubbornness over the past few days.

“Yes,” he started. “Please tell me,” he said, feigning an expression of a wounded puppy.

You cursed under your breath and brought your freshly bandaged hands (you ignored that one of the bandages was only half on, courtesy of Jungkook’s prior confusion) up to your face.

“Do you promise not to make fun of me? Or kick me out?”

He laughed, although the soft sound didn’t match the nervousness in his expression. “Yes, I promise.”

His words prompted you to breathe in deeply, mentally preparing yourself for your confession. You can do this, you said to yourself. If you could shoot and run from at least thirty zombies, then you could definitely tell Jungkook you had feelings for him. Right?

It wasn’t like you could keep on avoiding him forever, anyways. With the rate that the apocalypse was going and based off the past few days, it looked like you were going to be at this house a while. You just hoped that your reveal wouldn’t make your stay awkward for either him or you.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Y/N?”

You hummed, still stuck in your thoughts before finally responding. “I… I may or may not be incredibly attracted to you and have feelings for you,” you admitted reluctantly. Jungkook’s lips parted in shock, but he didn’t get a chance to respond before you continued in a panic. “You already promised you wouldn’t make fun of me or kick me out! No take backs!”

He laughed, and you cringed as you were sure it was a laugh of rejection and that the dulcet notes would be a new cause of your nightmares. But the words he said after proved the opposite.

“That’s a relief.” You looked up, a bewildered look on your face. “I like you too,” he mumbled bashfully, his long hair falling in front of his face as he looked down at his lap.

Your body froze. “D-Did I hear that right? Have I not gone crazy?”

He looked back up at you with a grin. “Crazy for me,” he joked with a wink.

Unimpressed, your face dropped. “I take it all back, I’ll go pack my-”

Jungkook shook his head with a chuckle. “Kidding, kidding,” he said, enveloping his slender hands around yours. “But I was completely serious about liking you back.”

“Really?” you asked, still in slight disbelief that Jungkook, who could literally have his portrait and biography in a hall of all Earthly legends, had feelings for you.

“Yes, really.”

You opened your mouth, ready to shoot a doubtful reply, but Jungkook cut you off with the lift of his hand. He rested his hand back down around yours before continuing, “I know you’re probably going to say something self-deprecating or a joke or ask me if i’m joking again, so you might as well let me speak first.”

He grinned at the way your face heated, priding himself on how well he knew you already.

“The way you wish each of us goodnight every night, the way you wake up early to help Jin prepare breakfast, the way you cuss whenever you’re nervous, the way you always try to keep up with whatever stuff we’re doing - even when it’s stupid - and keep a smile on your face; everything about you made me fall for you. Even before the apocalypse, I never felt this way for anyone else.” He took a deep breath, gently squeezing your hands. “The night I first brought you here, it felt like seeing you enter that store and meeting you was fate. You make questionable decisions, we both saw that today, but I’m glad that one of them brought us together because I honestly don’t think I can ever meet anyone else like you.”

A wide smile spread across your face and tears pricked your eyes. Never in your many years of life had anyone told you such genuine, heartfelt words. And no one noticed (or appreciated) those small things about you - your habits that were always brushed over - like Jungkook did.

You agreed with his claim of you making questionable (stupid) decisions, but in this moment you were thankful for your sometimes-dangerous spontaneity and rash decision making. Because if it weren’t for that sudden moment of desperation where you ran into the grocery store, you never would have met Jungkook. Your heart wouldn’t be racing like it was right now and your hands wouldn’t be warm from the feeling of his wrapped around them.

“What do you say?” he asked weakly, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“What is there to say?” you countered before you released your hands from his and interlocked your fingers around his lower body. The position was a bit awkward, but you didn’t mind. Less than a few seconds later, your lips were pressed against his.

Jungkook moved his hands from the small of your back to your neck up to your hair. He pulled you in closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You gasped and tightened your grip around him as he effortlessly lifted you up so you were sitting on his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and gently bit it, drawing a moan from you.

You shifted in his lap, pulling a deep groan from him as he pulled away from your lips to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt him suck on your collarbone and upper chest to leave marks for him to see the next day. Just as Jungkook slipped his cool hands under your shirt, a startling voice rang from the other side of the door.

“Jungkook!”

The long-haired boy beneath you groaned in annoyance but continued to kiss you. “Just ignore him, he’ll go away,” Jungkook mumbled against your lips as he dragged his hands against the skin of your stomach.

You nodded, embracing the fiery feeling of his kisses and his hands against your bare skin.

“Jungkook!” the voice cried again, causing Jungkook to curse and groan again. “It’s urgent!”

“This better be good,” Jungkook grumbled as he reluctantly pulled away from you.

You frowned at the loss of his touch, but you didn’t have much time to mourn it as he instantly straightened his back once Namjoon said, “It’s about Project B.”

Your brows raised at Jungkook’s sudden reaction to whatever this “Project B” was. He turned to you with an apologetic look before gently setting you onto the bed and moving towards the door.

“Sorry,” he apologized quickly as he straightened his shirt. “I’ll talk to you tonight, I promise.” With that, he was out the door, leaving you in his room with only your thoughts (and hands and knees that had yet to be fully bandaged).

It had been nearly 8 hours since Jungkook had promised that he would speak to you at night. By now, the moon was high in the sky, it’s radiant glow doing nothing to calm your nerves. You knew that whatever Jungkook and Namjoon had to discuss was urgent, but how could he just leave you like that? You were barely able to process the best kiss of your life by the time you realized that you were still sitting stupidly on his bed after he left the room.

You sighed and moved from the window seat in the living room to the kitchen. Joining Jin at the counter, you plopped your head against the stone material with a groan.

“Jungkook and Joon are still in their little lab?” he guessed, nonchalantly flipping his book to the next page.

You nodded pitifully, now knowing that the mysterious room was a lab of some sorts.

“Here,” Jin said before standing suddenly, prompting you to look up at him. He grabbed a bowl of washed fruits from beside the sink and gestured for you to take it. “Bring it up to them.”

“But Jungkook said I ca-”

“I don’t care what he said. Tell him that they shouldn’t have skipped dinner,” Jin instructed firmly.

You nodded, a bit intimidated by Jin’s sudden sternness, and quickly took the bowl with you up the stairs. You slowly approached the door at the end of the hall, the ceramic bowl filled with strawberries and peeled clementines wobbling in your shaky hands. As you took each step, you imagined Jungkook bursting through the door and expressing his disappointment in you for even thinking about entering the room.

Luckily, that didn’t come and you reached the door in less than a minute.

Clearing your throat, you knocked against the door with your elbow. “Jungkook?” you called.

No response.

“Jungkook? Namjoon?” you called again, only to be met with what sounded like a low groan.

Your breath hitched in your throat. That noise didn’t sound pleasant at all.

You placed a weary hand on the door knob but quickly pulled it away as if it was burning hot. Debating thoughts battled in your hand: Jungkook clearly told you not to go in the room but what if Jungkook or Namjoon was in trouble? Wouldn’t leaving despite knowing that one of them could be hurt make you a terrible person (or girlfriend—you didn’t really know what you and Jungkook were yet)?

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the silver doorknob and twisted it open. You stepped into the dimly lit room slowly, gasping at the sight before you.

“Lab” was definitely the right word to describe the room that almost mirrored your high school chemistry class. Seven tables sat in the room, four of which were filled with stacks of papers and folders while the other three had various lab equipment tools atop the black tabletops. It didn’t just end at the tables either.

“What is all this?” you mumbled to yourself as you examined the crowded walls. There was barely an inch of blank wall left as papers, newspaper clippings, photos (some rather disturbing), and notes decorated the wall like a second wallpaper.

You slowly walked through the room, examining the items pinned to the walls. Most of it was related to the zombie apocalypse, with newspapers (from when those were still around) detailing the first outbreaks and theories of the cause and papers filled with concepts you barely remembered from chemistry, physiology, and biology. Accompanying the scientific notes and articles were several pictures, some of zombies and others of medical abnormalities that you couldn’t quite explain.

One picture caught your eye, and you barely managed to place the fruit bowl down on a table with just enough space for it before you rushed over to the photo. The aged photo had three people, presumably a family, in it. A mother and father stood proudly behind their son, their hands on his shoulders as he beamed at the camera with his hands on his lap. The boy looked familiar. His round eyes and bunny-like smile eerily reminded you of -

“What are you doing?”

The unexpected voice sent a shiver down your body, and you jumped as you turned around to face him.

Jungkook.

You mentally hit yourself — you were so distracted by the items of the room that you failed to notice Jungkook waking up at his spot with Namjoon, slouched over and faces pressed onto one of the paper-filled tables.

“Um,” you started, unable to find the right words as you stared at his unreadable facial expression. You couldn’t tell if he was angry, disappointed, sad, scared, or possibly even all four.

He let out a frustrated groan and ran his tattooed hand through his long hair. “Just tell me what you saw,” he instructed firmly.

“N-not much!” you stuttered, your eyes wide. “I — Jin fruit! Yes! I just came here to bring you Jin — I mean fruit! I came to bring you fruit! Like Jin told me to!” Heat spread across your face as you attempted to explain yourself.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed between you and the ceramic fruit bowl you pointed to, and he would’ve laughed at your clear disarray if he didn’t feel so anxious.

“You were looking at the walls, you must have seen something,” he deduced.

Your body stuttered as you gestured towards the photo you were looking at. “Nope! Just some things about zombies and… and this picture of you — fun stuff!”

He sighed and you cringed as he placed his hands on your shoulders. But he didn’t scold you or tell you how disappointed he was like you expected; instead, he let his head fall and mumbled something that you weren’t sure if it was meant towards you or himself.

“I guess it’s time I told you the truth.”

Your brows furrowed at his words. The truth? Judging by the contents of the room, they were studying the zombies; and it wasn’t all that surprising considering that Namjoon was technically a scientist and almost-doctor. Why was Jungkook so afraid to tell you?

He lifted his head up, and your heart clenched at the look of pure vulnerability on his face. “Will you promise me that you won’t judge me or run away?” he whispered.

You nodded. “Of course.”

“My parents were scientists who worked for the national lab. I didn’t really know what happened at their work or what projects they were doing because I was in university doing my own stuff,” he paused and briefly closed his eyes to take in a deep breath, “but one day I went home and they told me about an idea they had that was so great.

Super humans, they said. Humans with enhanced senses that would make them superior to regular humans and form the perfect army. I told them it was a shitty idea and that this was stuff they shouldn’t mess with, but they got upset and kicked me out.” He laughed bitterly. “This wasn’t the first time my parents and I ever disagreed on anything, and I thought they were smart enough to not go through with it so I just left. But I guess I was wrong because one day something at the lab went wrong.”

Jungkook hesitated for a second upon seeing the disturbed expression on your face — you knew exactly where this was heading.

He willed himself to continue. “A few months later I got a call from the hospital. They told me that my parents were severely injured while at work, and when I went to see them, they told me the truth of what happened: how they went through with the project but realized too late that it was a mistake, how they were trapped by the government, and how they created monsters.

My parents died from their injuries two days later, and a week after that there was a covered-up breakout at the lab they worked in. Only one day after the breakout, there was the first outbreak in the city only a few miles away. And now we’re here, trying to find a cure for the mess my parents started.”

“I’m sorry,” you immediately said, a mournful expression on your face. You couldn’t imagine the guilt and sorrow that Jungkook must feel.

He scoffed. “Sorry? Why are you apologizing? This entire thing is my fault,” he muttered.

Your face fell and you moved to grasp his hands. “Jungkook, I don’t see how any of this is your fault,” you spoke honestly, your voice soft.

His eyes widened and he pulled his hands away from you. “Y/N, my parents are the reason this apocalypse happened! And - and they told me about their idea and I didn’t do anything to stop it!”

“You did what you could,” you stressed. “You told them it was a bad idea and they made their own adult decision to go through with it.” You took a step closer to him and looked at him in the eyes. “You can’t blame yourself for your parents’ actions.”

He shook his head and looked away. “I should’ve fought harder,” he countered stubbornly. “I’m a terrible person.”

“Jeon Jungkook, look at me.” You used your finger to turn his head so his gaze was directed towards you again. “You are not a terrible person. If you were, you wouldn’t have saved me that day at the grocery store or risked your life to get me pads or spending your days working to find a cure that isn’t even your responsibility.” You took another step towards him and slowly wrapped your arms around him. “You’re a good person, Jungkook. I’m saying this from the bottom of my heart,” you murmured with your head against his chest.

He was silent for a few moments until his body relaxed into your hold. “Thank you,” he mumbled as he gripped your waist and upper back and rested his head atop of yours. “Do you still feel… the same for me?” he questioned cautiously.

“No,” you answered quickly, causing him to quickly pull away from you in offense. You giggled at his reaction before continuing, “I like you even more now. You were honest with me and now I feel closer to you.”

His face relaxed as he let out a relieved sigh before bringing you back into his arms again. And for a few moments, the two of you simply basked in each others’ embrace.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence. “We’re not very close to finding the solution, you know,” he mentioned with a disappointed tone.

You shrugged. “It’s ok. This isn’t something you can really rush, but I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

He pulled his head back to look down at you, a gentle expression painted on his face. “Promise?”

You smiled at him. “I promise,” you whispered before you moved to close the distance between your lips and kiss him once again.

The future was unsure for you and Jungkook and tomorrow or the next week wasn’t guaranteed. But you were sure that if there was anyone you wanted to survive and overcome a zombie apocalypse with, it was Jungkook (and his unconventional group of friends that he calls his family).

a/n: ngl i would feel so safe in a zombie apocalypse w bts akjnkas. also might write a drabble about hobi in this plot hehe. i hope you enjoyed and pls leave comments as they’re rlly encouraging and will help me improve in the future :’))

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Zombie Killer

Yandere Zombie Namjoon x Reader

Genre: yandere, gore, zombie, character deaths (but not graphic yet)

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: i love this man and i'm so glad i finally finished something with him in it. i hope this wasn't too rushed because i did write the majority of it back in 2019 but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless <3

It's been two years since the zombie apocalypse began. You've been on your own for exactly one year, seven months, and forty-nine days now. Wandering the world as you tried to find a safe haven that wasn't infected with undead cannibals. You don't hide behind doors very often anymore, you've learned it only makes you want to stay inside and rot while trembling in fear. You hated the way fear makes you so vulnerable. Adapting to the outside world was your only option before going insane. Carrying multiple weapons with you made you able to survive much longer than hiding in buildings.

People call you crazy and barbaric because you chose to survive by any means necessary. That's what your best friend had told you before getting bitten. And so, your survival of the fittest instinct kicked in once you shot your best friend in the face. Twice. Ever since then you've been wandering the streets of different cities. If you see a group of zombies then you stay clear. You were a badass zombie killing machine, but you knew when to pick your fights.

You had just sneaked off the ship you stowed away on for the past week. Immediately, you identified the native language here as Korean. Before the outbreak happened you had tried to learn the Korean language. You had only gotten so far in the lessons but you can still make sentences.

Sticking to the shadows you kept your guard up just in case anything tried to attack you. Overall, these streets were deserted and you didn't see or hear any sign of life or even the undead. You spotted a convenience store with the glass of the sliding doors broken. You had to at least look for food, so you headed inside after checking with your shotgun was loaded. You only had two more shells left so you needed to get rid of it now that its weight was holding you back. Stepping silently and diligently, you made your way to the dry food section. The shelves were almost completely bare. There were ramyeon packs left which you quickly put in your bag. You also found chips in another one of the aisles on the floor. You didn't bother looking for water, already knowing that it was long gone. What you did look for was tea. Not everyone knows that it's the second-best thing to drink when there's no water. And as you expected, there were tons of different flavored teas. Grabbing the peach, strawberry, green, and watermelon you made your way out of the store to see a group of masked people walking by.

They spotted you almost immediately as you froze and waited to see what they would do. Your thick black mask covered your face as much as theirs but they had hoods and hats covering their foreheads. No matter if you were a zombie or not most people tried to kill you. You had no idea why maybe it was just their need to be the last and the strongest kicking in.

Then all of a sudden there were five guns pointed at your head. See? All you did was stand there and apparently that's a threat. Pointing your gun at them would only make things worse given that you're outnumbered so you ran. Turning the corner once their guns began to fire, you ended up sprinting through the alleys. Always making sure you turned a corner every chance you got so you couldn't get shot.

You stopped to take a breath as you crouched down while panting. You had to leave your motorcycle behind so it had been a while since you’ve run that far. Hearing a crash further down the alley, you held your shotgun up trying to see what had made the sound. Nothing moved for a while so you slowly backed away and turned around quickly to run but all you found was one of the masked men from earlier.

“We need to go,” you spoke to the man quietly before another crash sounded from behind you. Trying to run past the man, he stopped you and pushed you back toward the alley. Holding his gun aimed at your head.

“Drop it,” you dropped your shotgun. “Walk,” he hissed and you turned back around to see a pair of ivory eyes staring at you.

How did you not notice them before? They stood out so vividly against the dark shadows of the alley. No doubt a zombie, but it wasn’t attacking. You felt the gun in the middle of your back push you towards the flesh-eating monster in front of you. In the blink of an eye, the ivory irises were no longer in front of you and the man behind you was screaming before having his jaw detached from his skull.

This zombie was like no other, it was quick, intelligent, and strong. Hearing the other men approaching, the zombie took your hand into its own and hurried deeper into the alley. Its skin was ice and calloused and bloody from tearing the man’s jaw out. It didn’t necessarily bother you as you were no stranger to blood now. But why was this zombie saving you? It’s not like you could ask, you didn’t know if it still understood speech. It never lets go of your hand until it finally leads you to an abandoned building hidden in plain sight. Leading you to the top floor, you saw a mattress on the ground with a pillow and blanket, a tv, empty plates, a mini-fridge, and even a microwave. It really was intelligent.

It took your arm to have you sit on the mattress as you got a better look at its face. It was...handsome. Even with grayish skin and a few holes. He was stunning. He chuckled after noticing your shell-shocked gaze at his appearance. You’ve never heard a zombie fucking chuckle.

He walked away to the mini-fridge and came back with a bottle of water for you. Now you really had some questions, but you didn’t want to seem rude about asking if he understood what you were saying.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” he smiled as he opened the water for you since you took too long. Pushing the bottle closer to you making you accept the water and taking a sip. “You probably haven’t had any water in while. Drink up.”

So you did. You chugged the whole bottle in under a minute as he watched you do so fondly. “What are you?” Okay, so maybe that was a little straightforward and harsh but you couldn’t help but wonder.

“A zombie, obviously. You probably mean why haven’t I eaten you. I can’t really answer that because I don’t know myself. It’s always been this way, ever since I got bitten I mean,” he explained as he stood up and made his way over to the tv to turn it on. “And if you’re wondering why I saved you, it’s because I know those guys can be dicks. They’ve been trying to kill me for months. Ever since they started that little murder group.”

“How did you know I needed help? Were you just passing through that alley?” you questioned while watching him sit back down next to you.

“I’ve been following you this whole time. I’m surprised you didn’t notice. I saw you get off the boat and followed you since then,” he explained like it was no big deal. “But it was a good thing I was there when I was. Otherwise, you’d probably be dead, or turned into a zombie.”

He was right. If it weren’t for him, you would either be eaten or left dead on the ground. Was that really an excuse for stalking you this whole time though?

“There’s no need to overthink it, just get some rest.”

Why was he so damn convincing? He was really nice though. “What’s your name?” you couldn’t stop the question from leaving your mouth in time.

“Namjoon. What’s yours?”

“Y/n.”

“What a wonderful name,” his smile caused his dimples to show making you look at the television.

The soft lull of the show made you tired and you could feel your eyelids getting heavier. Namjoon took note of it but said nothing as he wanted you to completely fall asleep. Seeing your head bob a few times he helped lay you down and covered you with the blanket. He set your bag on the floor along with all of your weapons from off your body.

“Sweet dreams, my little zombie killer,” Namjoon whispered as his attention turned back to the show on the screen.

You had woken up to the sound of a thud from outside of the door. You recognized the growling and screeching of a goddamn zombie. Patting your body down, you couldn’t feel any weapons. You looked around to find them next to you on the floor. You quickly picked up your pistol and stood by the door. Waiting for it to come through, once the door opened you shot it. The body fell to the floor only for you to realize it was Namjoon. The actual zombie laid torn apart on the floor behind him. There was no guarantee Namjoon would survive that but usually, you have to shoot them twice.

He didn't move for a while so you crouched down and poked his shoulder. You heard him groan before he propped himself up with his arms. His tainted, dark blood was pooling on the ground under him. He sat back on his heels and took a deep breath.

"Are-are you okay, Namjoon?" you stuttered as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

The next moment you were on your back with him laying on you. You froze, not knowing what he would do. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, "My name sounds nice when you say it."

You let a shaky breath you were holding before resting your free hand on his back. Feeling the blood seeping through your clothes, you tapped him to have him lift his head. Sure enough, your whole stomach was now covered in his almost black blood.

Namjoon lifted your shirt over your head and stood up to toss it into the corner. You quickly cross your arms over your chest to hide your embarrassing worn-out bra but Namjoon tried his best to pretend like he didn’t see anything. Helping you to stand, he brought you over to a large bucket of water and took a rag from it. He was on his knees as he wiped away all of his blood from your skin. He looked up to your cheeks that were a dark red hue and grinned.

“I didn’t expect you to shoot me in the head,” he was only teasing but he wanted to see your reaction.

“Sorry,” you mumbled and you allowed him to clean your stomach off longer than necessary.

“What was that?” Namjoon was having fun giving you a hard time while he finished cleaning up the blood before he gently wiped his face so he wouldn’t tear his dead skin, then he went to get you a clean shirt from the bag he had in the corner.

“You heard what I said,” you grumbled as you snatched the shirt away from him.

You weren’t really good at interacting with people. Through the whole zombie apocalypse thing, you had kind of thrown all of your social skills out the window. You didn’t mean to come off as rude to the one person helping you, but you couldn’t help but get flustered. It’s not like you were going to stay here for long anyway. You needed to get back on the road by tomorrow.

You then began to wonder how long he's been here. But you were also too afraid to ask. That would be being nosy right? You have no idea what he's been through and it might set him off, so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

You didn't have time to think about the handsome zombie in front of you. You needed to think about where to go next. Speaking of which, Namjoon had been watching your expressions, wondering what you were thinking about.

His partly deteriorated brain began to wander with questions about you. How long have you been alone? Where were you from? He knew you spoke English but that was no indicator of where you were from. Just look at him, he knew a few languages himself so he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you would be from. Where were you going next? What were you looking for? Who were you looking for? Could it be a lover of yours?

He stopped. Why would he care if you had a significant other? He didn't. Right? Cause it doesn’t matter.

"So, I suppose I should get going," you walked over to your pile of weapons before strapping them and tucking them in their designated places. Since you had a little time to think now, it was decided that you should leave as soon as possible. Just thinking of spending another night in the same four walls terrified you.

“What if the group of masked killers is still around? You’ll need someone to show you the back routes,” Namjoon spoke quickly. He couldn’t understand why he needed to spend more time with you, but he just knew he feared you leaving him. Namjoon did his part in making sure you got somewhere safe off of the boat yesterday. He told himself he would have nothing else to do with you after that, humans never last long anymore.

“I mean...if you want to,” you weren’t going to force someone to venture with you out in the world during the apocalypse. Then again, he was a zombie and couldn’t be killed easily. He could prove to be useful on your trip for whatever distance he’s willing to go. It doesn’t seem like there’s much happening in this abandoned room of his.

All Namjoon did was nod and walk across the room to pack a bag. He decided that there was no way in hell he was going to let you wander around on your own. He doesn’t care how well you can take care of yourself. You needed protecting and that was exactly what he was going to do. He was able to take a shotgun to the head, he will risk his undead life for you.

Namjoon realized where his thoughts were going. Maybe this whole being undead thing was truly affecting his decision-making. He just met you yesterday and he’s willing to die for you? However, all those thoughts disappeared once he turned around and his eyes were set on you once again. As they always should be.

He will keep you safe.

Walking out of the building that Namjoon had been living in for over a year was easier than he thought would be. He heard the peaceful silence of the streets while walking beside you and realized he never took the time to breathe. Figuratively of course. Namjoon wasn’t used to the quiet as he would normally be chased or even in his room he would always have the television on as background noise. Something he felt was needed so he wouldn’t lose his sanity. He began to prefer the quiet more than a constant noise.

You did prefer the quiet, most of the time. There were times where you absolutely hated it. Hated it enough to want to take your knives and dig them into your eardrums so you would go deaf. That type of quiet was the type to have your ears ringing and your breathing sound like you were panting. Even making your heartbeat pound in your ears to attempt to drown out the unbearable silence.

The quiet you loved was broken when a zombie tripped over something metal. Without hesitating, you pulled out your gun and shot it in the head. Your aim has become exceptional since this all started. You slowly approached it and shot it in the head again. You’ve learned to make sure they’re done for by shooting them twice before they could recover.

Namjoon stood there, fascinated by how quickly you reacted. He barely had enough time to notice the zombie before you shot it. You were practically a zombie killing machine. But how many times have you had to fight off these flesh-eating corpses by yourself? God, all he wanted to do was to take all the bad from your life and leave only the good. He had been lonely and at first, scared. He could only imagine how you felt at the beginning of all of this and learning to survive through it. He truly wanted to help you. And he will.

✄ ✄ ✄

It took about an hour and a half to weave through the alleys and side streets to avoid the group that was hunting for any walking being that was and wasn’t minding their own business. Finally, the two of you were out of the city and you found an SUV in acceptable condition. You hot-wired it and waited until Namjoon climbed in to start driving down the deserted country road.

The absence of zombies had made it easy for you and Namjoon to get away. Somehow, one of the stations on the radio was working so that's what you opted to listen to for now. It was a song that sounded familiar but you couldn't remember where you had heard it. Namjoon had suddenly asked a question that caught you a little off guard.

"Do you like these guys?" his voice was even for the most part but it seemed he wanted a certain answer.

"I'm not sure who this is exactly. The song sounds familiar though," hopefully you gave the right response. If there was a way to trigger something in him to make him turn completely into a cannibalistic undead monster, you didn't want to find it.

“They’re - sorry, they were called BTS. Making their way to the top of the world,” you could hear the sadness in Namjoon’s voice that was no doubt about to crack from the strong emotion he was feeling.

“You were a part of that group, weren’t you?” you asked quietly as you kept your eyes on the road, occasionally glancing behind you in the review mirror.

Namjoon let out a small, saddened chuckle as he nodded, “Yeah, I was.”

You remembered watching them answer questions before one of the award ceremonies that your mother always insisted on watching. They seemed so close and genuinely nice even as they were asked dumb, demeaning inquiries.

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing you could say.

“It’s okay, I know that the three who were able to escape are out there somewhere,” he sniffled, how that worked, you didn’t really know but ignored it as his words sunk in.

“May...I ask what happened?” hopefully you wouldn’t regret your words.

He let out a humorless laugh once again, “Long story short, we walked right into the lion’s den without knowing it. It was when the outbreak first began. Couple dozen of ‘em, easily, surrounded us, and while the three were able to escape...the other four of us weren’t so lucky.” He took a deep breath that wasn’t able to allow him the same stabilizing feeling as it once did, before continuing, “I was the only one who was still able to function as a normal human. Even though my heart was no longer beating and my lungs were longer deflating and inflating. The rest were just like the other mindless cannibals looking to eat people.”

You could see that he had tears in his fog-like eyes. Suddenly, you had a thought, “What if we went looking for the other three of your friends?”

The idea was bizarre even to you, but you won’t take it back. If there were more people out there, why wouldn’t you try to find them? You had no problem with joining other people, as long as they had no means of harming you or your newfound friend. Even if y

“You would do that? For us?”

“...Yes. Just tell me what kind of places they would go, and I’ll help you get there. To be with your friends once again,” you couldn’t save your family and friends but maybe you can help save his.

#yandere #yandere namjoon #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #bts rm #yandere rm #namjoon x reader #yandere x reader #zombie #zombie namjoon #yandere namjoon x reader #rm x reader #yandere male #yandere bts

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bambi-kinos · 2 years

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Now I'm also musing on what it would take for Paul to go to war over John. We see that irl he just kind of...didn't, he couldn't reach John the usual way (because of the substance abuse) and he was so wrapped up in his personal drama that he struggled to see outside it until George kicked him while he was down during the Get Back sessions. The public humiliation was key to that because he couldn't sweep it under the rug. He was actively trying to be better when they retreated to Apple which I think was actually a good first step on Paul's part.

But again, he wasn't willing to go to war for possession of John. He had all the incentive in the world to do it but with John giving him so little back, Paul unable to read John's signals like he used to, the drugs putting a haze on everything, and John's emotional storms making everything harder (John pulling away from Paul in despair because he thought Paul didn't love him anymore.)

I think it's telling that Paul pursued John relentlessly through out the 1970s, after they broke out of the context of the Beatles. That context was stultifying for them and we know it was headed for a trainwreck anyway.

But it doesn't answer the question. Paul didn't get confrontational with the other three until they introduced Klein into the mix and he was able to provoke Paul like nothing else. That's what it took for Paul to fight, when he felt pushed into a flight or fight response after John and Klein drove him into a corner.

So if Paul ever went to war over possession of John, that's what it would take. Him feeling backed into a corner, with John explicitly on the line -- and I think not confronting Paul, because John choosing Klein forced Paul to view him in an adversarial light. Going to war for John would mean Paul objectifying John, making him a prize to be won. (John would enjoy this to a degree because of his submissive nature, and being objectified would mean submitting to Paul which was what he wanted in the end though he fought it hard.)

The first and only time Paul fought over John was when he punched out Stuart in Hamburg and that was because his relationship to John was being threatened. Later Paul wanted to be unselfish and tried to protect John's happiness by letting Yoko have him (maybe some residual guilt over Stu influencing him too), but I think his defensive attitude might have been prickled more if the attempt to break up him and John had been more explicit and overt.

A lot of this comes down to "if John wasn't doped up" "if Paul was less depressed and withdrawing" etc. So in order to get Paul to make a stand about JohnandPaul it would have to be something cataclysmic coming for them both as a unit.

I think the sticking point for me and others is that in some ways Klein was that cataclysmic event but due to Paul's issues and John's antagonism it didn't inspire Paul to make a big grandiose stand (and why would it? that only happens in books and movies.) So if that wasn't enough to make him fight for John then it's just so hard to stretch the mind and imagine what would outside of something fantastical like a kaiju attack or zombie apocalypse.

Maybe if John had reached out to Paul in a more overt way and given Paul some hope for reconciliation that would have done it. Give Paul a lifeline to cling to. Maybe if he'd had that he would have burned it down and salted the earth anyway but this time with John at his back instead of in front of him. Maybe Paul just needed something from John that he could understand.

#mclennon #talktalktalk

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so recently the folks over at @petrichormeraki have been working on a silent tommy au because of a few asks talking about mute!tommy. and one of the things that’s canon in that au is the fact that xisuma is the only mortal hermit. i took this as free reign to work out why each of the other hermits is immortal. some of them are gods, some of them are demigods, some of them are supernatural beings, but none of them (except xisuma) can be killed through feasible means.

because of the sheer amount of immortal hermits there just to live out immortality in peace, i like to think hermitcraft is sometimes referred to jokingly as ‘the retirement zone’ by other immortal beings. most mortals outside of hermitcraft wouldn’t know the hermits are all like... gods and shit.

hermits + their immortality under the cut because oh god this was supposed to be a fast post but i accidentally wrote... a lot. whoops!

Grian is a watcher. He was a watcher before he joined hermitcraft. That’s... just. Canon Grian Lore TM. Not much to explain with him.

Cleo and Joe are both immortal by virtue of no longer being capable of being mortal. As both of hem are undead beings (cleo a zombie and joe a ghost), killing them again isn’t... possible. In addition to this, at some point during their afterlife, they managed to gather enough power between the two of them to be labelled as the “Twin Gods of Life and Death”. Which one is life and which one is death? That depends on the day.

Cub and Scar are definitely not gods. But the deals the two made with the Vex are almost more of an insurance on their immortality. The Vex protect their ConVex as a dragon protects its hoard. Not only can the two of them hold their own in a fight, but their respawn is insured by the fact that even if they were to permadie, the Vex would bring them back anyways.

False is the Queen of Hearts, Heads, and Body Parts. She’s also a vampire. In a similar vein, Ren is a werewolf. Both of them can only be killed through very specific means, and neither can die of old age. Throughout their many years in the worlds, they’ve gathered tons of skills and allies. Although now they’ve both stepped down, content to enjoy their peaceful lives and chill out in Hermitcraft, each of them was once a ruler of their respective factions. The ‘queen’ part of False’s title was never just a title.

Etho was granted immortality by a council of gods, after they took a liking to his interesting antics and kept an eye on his longstanding worlds.

Doc, BDubs, Beef, and Etho (again) were all brought to Hermitcraft as the last ‘mortal’ members to join. The general idea was that maybe they could give Xisuma some company and relief from the antics of his immortal and godly friends. This did not happen. Instead, the universe decided it was going to give all of them godly powers in their own right. Etho himself may have been immortal, but he and the rest of the NHO all grew infinitely more powerful after leaving the jungle of season 5.

Stress is a dryad. She can control and warp the nature around her in strange and beautiful ways. In addition to this, were her body to ever get fully destroyed in a way that would prevent her from respawning, a new body would instead form for her out of the nature wherever she died. This is how ice queen stress came about in season 6.

Impulse actually bullshitted his own way into immortality. Where most of the other hermits were either brought into it by someone else or born into it, Impulse actually discovered the secret of immortality while he was trying to figure out how totems of undying were made. He now knows how to create totems and how to become immortal, though he won’t tell anyone else if they ask. Part of the process of creating totems involved...

...Tango, who is a demon. As a demon, his powerset includes but is not limited to both pyrokinesis and an affinity for very very large and very very deadly animals. He doesn’t use those abilities on Hermitcraft often, but they’re in his skillset for sure.

As a byproduct of the immortality, Zedaph showed up in the current timeline. His immortality is... strange, because it’s not technically immortality. Zedaph, as a person, is mortal and can die. Zedaph, as a being, though, is one of billions of Zedaphs in the universe; each of whom is nearly identical to the others; and whenever one Zedaph dies, he is replaced instantly with a new Zedaph; a functionally identical Zedaph to the one who died. Nobody’s quite sure how this process works, but Zed claims it’s through “time travel”.

Jevin, as a slime, can actually inhabit any portion of his slime that he wants; no matter how small the amount. Even if he were limited to one singular molecule of slime, he could still exist around that molecule and regenerate slime until he was fully present again, though it might take a little while for him to complete that process. The only way to kill Jevin is by fundamentally altering the chemical makeup of every single molecule of slime he’s ever had anywhere. It simply won’t happen. He does use his abilities to get out of conversations, if he’s feeling particularly annoyed at the time.

TFC is potentially one of the most interesting hermits, in his prior responsibilities. It’s easy to forget that he’s not mortal, considering how frighteningly average he acts in his day to day life. One peek into any of his bunkers, though, and you’re hit right in the face with a bold reminder. TFC used to be one of the gods responsible for shaping the very worlds players would walk on; more specifically, he was in charge of cave systems and mineshafts for a long time. He’s retired from that life and is having a lovely time in Hermitcraft, just vibing.

Wels gained his immortality through a deal with the patron god of the kingdom he grew up serving. He made this deal as a young knight and watched for decades as the kingdom grew and prospered, Wels himself known far and wide as quite probably the best warrior of them all. After being dismissed honorably by the kingdom, as he’d been protecting them for many decades now and the rulers honestly felt he deserved a break, the god he’d made a deal with finalized this immortality. He joined Hermitcraft not long after, and has taken up a spot doing his part to protect the hermits.

Iskall was somewhat of an enforcer, for the gods. Were a god to be acting particularly out of line, Iskall would be called in to bring them to the council for trial. Sometimes his targets came peacefully, sometimes he’d have to use force to bring them in. No matter what he had to do, there wasn’t a single target he missed. He both can and will kill a god if he must. Technically, Iskall’s still on call, but generally councils don’t call on him unless absolutely necessary anymore.

Hypno made a deal with a god many years ago, trading his mortality for the ability to see hundreds of thousands of alternate paths for the future. He wanted to chronicle them, and he still spends one or two days a week writing out winding paths of the future. When he’s not working, he wears his bandana to cover up the third eye that allows him this insight. This helps him focus on the now, rather than the futures that may or may not be.

Xb is an eldritch being with reality warping abilities. He has them under fairly good control, most of the time. They really only become an issue when he gets too much pent-up magical energy at once; examples of this being things like season changes. His season 7 base is built around what happens when he needs to release. It’s a post apocalypse world, and the apocalypse was him.

Mumbo is definitely both magical and immortal, but the specifics of his powers are incredibly unclear. The hermits know it has something to do with redstone, maybe, and that the unpredictability of Hermit Challenges are a reflection of his strange and confusing powerset, but nobody’s really sure where his immortality stems from. Every time you ask him he gives you a different answer. The mumbonis are all different joking theories as to where his powers came from.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 years

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Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language, TW- suicidal thoughts

Chapter 7-

The three of you ended up camping at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere for the night. It wasn't much, but it had four walls and roof, so it was better than sleeping in the Impala.

You were curled up on the floor, using your backpack as a pillow while you tried to sleep, but you knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Cas was dead. Daryl was gone... how were you meant to find him?

Dean was lying on the ground beside you, his shoulder touching yours despite there being enough floor space for the both of you to lay metres apart, but you knew he was doing it for comfort.

You laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep, but, you knew Dean wasn't asleep either.

You both laid there in silence while Sam sat on a chair across the room to keep watch, but you knew you should probably take over. You were awake anyway and Sam was probably tired.

But, before you had a chance to even move from where you were lying, a faint noise caught your attention.

You frowned slightly, closing your eyes as you tried to hone in on the noise that was coming from outside. It took a few minutes before you realised what that noise was. Zombies. Zombies were coming.

In an instant you sat up, catching Dean's attention as he grabbed your arm, noticing your sudden panic.

"Whoa. You okay?" Dean quickly asked.

You didn't get a chance to answer before the sound of a car alarm filled the air and it took you way to long to realise that it was the Impala's alarm that Dean had installed.

"What the hell is that?" Sam questioned, frantically picking up his shotgun from the ground as he got to his feet, clearly thinking that some survivor was trying to steal the car, but you knew it wasn't the living that you should be worried about right now.

Dean shot to his feet, rushing towards the door with Sam as you trailed right behind them. But, the second you opened the door you came face to face with another herd of zombies heading right for you.

No.

Not again.

"We need to leave." Sam said.

You stood in the doorway staring at the herd of zombies stumbling towards the truck stop. The closer ones bumping into the Impala while the rest continued to spill out the woods across the road, straight towards you.

"I can't leave Baby." Dean argued about to take a step towards the herd before you and Sam quickly grabbed his shoulders to stop him. "The weapons. All our weapons are in the back!" Dean yelled and you froze.

Shit, he was right. All your weapons minus the ones you had stashed on you, were in the trunk of the Impala, including the ammo for your guns.

You quickly glanced between Sam and Dean trying to figure out what to do. It was a massive herd, but you really needed the weapons.

"It's your call, boys." You said, turning back towards the zombies by the Impala.

"We need the weapons." Sam spoke up, looking over at you and Dean nervously before you just nodded. You let go of Dean's shoulder as you pulled your angel blade out from your boot.

None of you needed to say anything further as your brothers pulled out their guns before you all ran towards the Impala.

You slammed the blade into the first zombies skull with a sickening crunch before you yanked it out and moved onto the next one. You killed zombie after zombie after zombie, the sound of your brothers guns firing rapidly in background, but they just kept doubling in numbers... exactly like the herd you got surrounded by when Cas had sacrificed himself for you... this couldn't be happening again. You couldn't lose anyone else again.

"Y/N!" Sam's voice yelled.

You glanced over your shoulder, realising the herd of zombies had gotten between you and your brothers, but you could just spot the top Sam's head amongst the herd.

"There's too many." You shouted, slamming your blade into the next zombie, but there was no way you'd be able to fight your way back to your brothers.

There were too many between you, you couldn't get to them. The only clear area you had was in the opposite direction through the woods, but soon the zombies would cover that exit and you'd be trapped in the middle of the herd.

"Run, Y/N! We'll find a way out. Just run!" Dean's voice desperately yelled as your eyes scanned the herd trying to spot your brothers, but you couldn't see them through the zombies anymore.

You wanted to use your powers, fuck the side effects, but you couldn't. You were still recovering from the last time you used them... the time Cas died.

"I'm not leaving you guys!" You yelled, stopping that train of thought and kicking some of the zombies away.

There was no way they could get away from the herd. They were surrounded, you knew they were. You couldn't just leave them.

"You don't have a choice! Just go!" Dean and Sam both shouted as the zombies continued to hone in on you and you knew they were right. Shit.

"Son of a bitch." You cursed under your breath, stabbing the couple zombies behind you, sparing one last glance in the direction your brothers used to be before you took off running through the woods.

Without thinking, you pulled out your handgun and turned around, taking out a couple of the zombies along the way.

"Come and get me!" You yelled, firing off a few more bullets, trying to drag the herds attention away from your brothers.

It seemed to work, some of the herd turning in your direction as they began to stumble after you while you jogged backwards, firing off a few rounds at the herd to keep them interested. You hoped it was enough to give your brothers a way out, but the herd was huge.

Once you ran out of bullets in your gun, you just ran.

You ran for what felt like hours as you forced your legs to keep moving.

By the time the sun started to rise in the distance you began to make your way back to the truck stop to find your brothers.

However, when you got back it was clear your brothers were gone. The herd was nowhere to be seen, but so were they. The Impala was still parked in the driveway, zombie corpses littering the ground around it as you ran past the car and into the truck stop, but it was empty.

"Sam? Dean?!" You shouted desperately, rushing back outside, but they weren't here.

"No." You whispered, shaking your head as you looked over at the Impala and tears started to rise in your eyes.

Sam and Dean were gone... they were gone.

Dean wouldn't leave the Impala behind. He would come back for his baby, no matter what... but, he didn't which meant only one thing; your brothers were dead. They were gone.

You weren't entirely sure what actually happened after you came to that realisation, but the next thing you knew you were running back through the woods as tears poured down your face.

You headed in the direction that your brothers would have gone if they somehow managed to escape, but there was no sign of them anywhere. Deep down, you knew what had happened, they wouldn't have left the Impala and they sure as hell wouldn’t have left without you. They were dead, but you kept running, you kept searching.

You ran for what felt like hours, unable to stop the tears as you forced your legs to keep moving. Your brothers were dead. There was no way they could have made it out of that and even if they did they would have came back for the Impala, but they didn't.

You continued to run, not even caring where you were going or what was going to happen next.

Tears clouded your vision as you ducked and weaved through the dense forest floor before you tripped over a tree root and tumbled to the ground.

You laid on the ground, staring at the tree root sticking out the dirt behind you through teary eyes as you let a soft chuckle that was borderline hysterical escape your lips.

Mary was dead. Jack was dead. Cas was dead. Daryl was probably dead and your brothers were dead too. Your whole family was dead. What the hell were you meant to do?

You tried to stand up, but only managed to get yourself sitting on your knees before you dropped your head. Images of Cas pushing his way through the herd and your brothers getting surrounded by another herd filling your head as silent tears trickled down your cheeks.

"I'm done! Screw you, Chuck! You fucking win. I'm done!” You screamed, looking up at the sky above you. “What am I supposed to do?!""

You pulled your handgun out, swapping the empty magazine out for your spare as you wiped the tears from your cheeks and stared at the gun in your hands. What was the point anymore? How could you live in a world without them?

"I've lost everything! Jack! Cas! My boyfriend! My brothers! I have nothing left!" You yelled, pulling the hammer back on your handgun.

You raised it towards your head, resting the barrel against your temple with shaky hands. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, finger resting on the trigger.

"Wait! Hey, hey, don't do this. You don't have to do this. Whoever you are, whatever you've been through, you don't have to do this." A male voice suddenly called out from behind you somewhere, but you didn't lower the gun from your head.

"Just leave me alone." You mumbled, ignoring how broken your voice sounded.

You were done. This stranger didn't know you and he sure as hell couldn't stop you from doing this.

"Y/N?" Another voice hesitantly questioned causing you to freeze, recognising that voice from anywhere.

"You know her?" The other man asked.

You glanced over your shoulder towards the voices until your eyes landed the familiar archer standing in the distance.

His hair was a lot longer and darker than the last time you saw him, but he still had that crossbow and wore the same leather vest.

It was him.

Daryl Dixon.

"She's my girlfriend." He answered, rushing towards you.

You were unable to stop the tears resurfacing in your eyes as Daryl dropped down in front of you. He yanked the gun from your hand, tossing it away before he grabbed your shoulders.

"Look at me. Hey, it's okay just look at me." He quickly said.

You lifted your head, your eyes locking with his crystal blue ones, realising that they were laced with his own tears.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, but Daryl didn't say anything else as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

That was all it took before you completely broke down and cried, finally letting yourself mourn your brothers after running through the woods for the last couple of hours.

Daryl didn't say anything as he held you, letting you cry into him. You weren't even sure how long it took before you finally stopped crying, your body trembling as Daryl slowly pulled away, his hands still holding your shoulders as he sat in front of you with shocked yet worried eyes.

"I thought ya were dead, angel." He whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.

You just chuckled, not really knowing how to respond to this whole situation because you weren't sure if you were actually dreaming or not.

"I nearly was dead." You mumbled, glancing over at your handgun that Daryl had tossed away and Daryl followed your line of sight and frowned.

"The hell were ya doin' with that gun to ya head?" He questioned, but you just shook your head.

You knew how Daryl felt about suicide, his mother had killed herself in bed with a cigarette and left him alone with his brother and abusive father. You knew he hated suicide, hated it because he lost one of the only family members he actually cared about to it.

You didn't answer him as you looked away and stood up. Daryl quickly stood up too, but you didn't look at him as you focused on his friend who was standing a few metres away looking at the two of you awkwardly, like he wasn't quite sure what to do.

"I'm Aaron." The guy quickly said, noticing you staring at him in confusion as he took a few steps forward and held his hand out as you cautiously took.

"Y/N Winchester.." You introduced with a fake smile, shaking the mans hand.

Daryl walked over to the two of you and you could feel him watching you worriedly, but you didn't feel like explaining it to him. Not right now.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I just wish the circumstances were better." The curly haired man said with a sympathetic expression, motioning towards your gun that was still on the ground. "We have a community. Walls, food, shelter, it's safe. Daryl and I have been trying to find other survivors to bring back and since you're his girlfriend, I don't even need to ask if you want to come with us, right?" He asked and you couldn't believe what you were hearing. A community? How could a community still be standing during all of this?

You glanced over at Daryl wondering if this Aaron guy was crazy or not, but Daryl just nodded slightly and your jaw practically dropped.

How did a community last? How did you feed an entire community? The bunker was one thing, but a whole community that probably wasn't under ground and had to be strong enough to keep zombies out... how was that even possible?

"C'mon, ya look like ya haven't slept in weeks. Ya cool with cuttin' this trip early 'n headin' back?" Daryl asked, looking over at Aaron who instantly nodded in agreement.

"We're about 50 miles from home, if we head back to the vehicles now, then we'll get there just after sundown." The man answered.

You didn't bother saying anything else as you picked up your handgun from the ground, checking the clip before holstering it. You could feel Daryl eyeing you cautiously, but you ignored it before the three of you began walking back through the woods in the direction of their vehicles.

Neither of them spoke as you walked, but you could see Daryl continuously glancing in your direction like he wanted to ask something, but thought better of it.

You knew he was itching to know if you were actually going to pull that trigger or not, but you hoped he wouldn't ask. He was probably wondering where your brothers and Cas were too. You were never too far from your brothers and Daryl knew that, but you hoped he wouldn't ask about that either, you weren't ready to talk about it.

After 20 minutes of walking you eventually reached a road, spotting a red car along with a motorcycle parked on the side of the road.

You couldn't stop the small smile forming on your lips realising that even though the world ended, Daryl still rode a damn motorcycle.

"Welcome to Alexandria." Daryl said loudly, above the roar of his bike.

He slowed down causing you to lift your head from his back and your eyes widened taking in the large walls of their community.

You eyed the red haired man standing on some kind of watch platform with an assault rifle in his hands. He gave Aaron a friendly wave, but you didn't miss the cautious glance he sent in your direction as Daryl followed the car through the large gate.

The community was even bigger on the inside as Daryl pulled the bike over on the side of the road and dismounted it, but you were too busy scanning the area around you to even notice that he had climbed off. Sam and Dean would have loved this...

"This place is safe, if that's what your wonderin'." Daryl said softly, holding his hand out towards you which you took without a word as he helped you climb off.

"Y/N, where's-" Daryl started say, but you quickly cut him off knowing what he was going to ask.

"No." You warned, shaking your head as you looked down at the ground.

You didn't want Daryl to ask because you knew the second you'd try and answer, you'd break down and you couldn't do that. You had cried enough through the last few hours. You were finished.

"Okay." Daryl replied with a small nod as he bit his lip, clearly wanting to ask, but he didn't as he grabbed your shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Hey, Daryl. Didn't know you guys were coming back so early-" A voice you hadn't heard in a long time called out from somewhere behind you and you froze.

No. That couldn't be right. You had to be hearing things.

"Who's this?" The voice asked, his tone turning more serious and you knew he was talking about you as you slowly turned around to face him.

Deputy Rick Grimes from the King County Sheriff's Department.

It was him... holy shit.

"Rick, this is-" Daryl started to introduce just as Rick's eyes locked with yours and he came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road, staring at you like you were a ghost.

"Winchester?" Rick questioned in disbelief and you simply nodded, unable to get yourself to actually speak as you stared at him.

"Wait, ya know each other?" Daryl asked in surprise which seemed to be enough to snap Rick out of his sudden shock as he walked the remaining distance towards you.

"Wait, do you two know each other?" Rick questioned in shock looking between you and Daryl.

You didn't bother answering him as you took a step towards Rick and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you too, Winchester." Rick chuckled softly, hugging you back as you forced the tears in your eyes to disappear. No, you were not going to cry. Not again.

Nobody said anything for a moment as you hugged your old friend before you slowly pulled away, refusing to look at him, knowing you still had tears in your eyes.

"Listen, a lot has happened since the last time I saw you and I don't take chances anymore." Rick warned.

"And you shouldn't." You replied, with a small smile. This community, the resources they have here, they had protect it at all cost.

"I haven't seen you since before all this started... I trusted you back then, but a lot has changed... We have a room downstairs, I'm going to take you there. It's got a bed, but it's..." Rick trailed off, but you nodded kinda figuring where he was going with it.

"Ya ain't lockin' her in a damn cell." Daryl suddenly spoke up from behind you as he stepped forward catching Rick's attention as he looked over at his best friend in confusion. "She's my girlfriend, man. Ya ain't lockin' her up. Hell, ya know it won't be able to hold her anyways." Daryl added and Rick's eyes widened slightly.

"Hang on, what? How long have you two been together and you know about the supernatural too?" Rick questioned, focusing his attention on Daryl, but you replied.

"We've been together for years. I met him during a case and he helped me. He knows about the Supernatural, he knows about everything and... shit, there's so much you don't know. About me. About how the apocalypse started." You sighed, running your fingers through your hair as you shook your head.

"You look exhausted. Let's go inside, you should rest." Rick suggested and you nodded as Daryl grabbed your hand and you both followed Rick towards some nice little house down the road.

The house was nice, fancier than any house you and your brothers had ever stayed at. There was a woman with dreadlocks holding a baby inside, but after Rick said something to her she gave you a warm smile before walking out, leaving the three of you alone.

"There's a spare room upstairs, it's all yours... or you and Daryl can share- you know, you two can sort that out. Tomorrow Daryl and I can show you around the community and introduce you to everyone, but now just get some rest. We can talk more in the morning." Rick rambled, looking between the two of you.

You nodded as you glanced around the room, taking note of all the doors and windows before Rick continued talking.

"I'm glad you're here, Winchester. But, maybe keep your powers hidden from everyone for now, I just don't think they're ready to know." Rick added and you nodded in agreement.

Rick left shortly after, saying something about checking on his son. His son must be so big now. Carl would've only been five or six when you first met him, he probably wouldn’t even remember you if you ran into him.

Daryl showed you around the house before he grabbed a spare towel and showed you the bathroom. He told you that you could have a shower if you wanted to, but said to go easy on the hot water and you were just shocked that they still had hot water.

Daryl disappeared, saying something about going to find Rick and you simply nodded before walking into the bathroom.

You took in the fancy bathroom, something that you and your brothers could only dream of as you slowly began to take off your clothes, leaving your angel blade and handgun on the sink as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You could barely recognise yourself anymore as you ran your fingers over the scar on your left shoulder from bullet wound when you shot Chuck. Well, it wasn't a bullet wound, there was no actual bullet, but it was a wound from a gun, so close enough.

Shaking your head at yourself you turned away from the mirror and turned on the shower, stepping in once you had it at the right temperature.

You washed your hair with the shampoo that was already there, hating how weird it felt to actually stand under warm water and wash your hair.

Sam would definitely love this, his hair was so greasy when you last saw him... You missed him, you missed Dean. You missed the two of them ganging up on you. You missed them being over protective of you. You missed Cas backing you up and taking your side against your brothers. You missed them. You missed them so much, it hurt. It physically hurt.

You were broken when your father died, you were John Winchester's little girl, even when things were rough between him and the boys. You and him always had a solid father daughter relationship and when he died you thought you would too and the only thing that bought you back and kept you alive were your brothers, but now they're gone. The only family you had left was gone and Cas... he was your best friend, but he's gone too. They were all gone.

You didn't even realise you were crying, your tears mixing in with the water from the shower as you covered your mouth with your hands trying to muffle your sobs.

You couldn't stop the tears pouring down your face as your legs buckled from underneath.

You dropped to the ground, not even trying to stop yourself anymore as you hugged your knees to your chest, letting the water fall over you as you cried.

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#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon x Reader #Daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #dean winchester #castiel #Sam Winchester #Destiel #supernatural #SPN

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amanda-glassen · 3 years

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But would Serena would swap out Jamie's workout playlist with a Zombie Chase workout?

(I feel I already know the answer, but wanted to check)

Yes. Yes, she would, and I loved this thought so much that I had to write a drabble about it. (But it's technically not a drabble because it's over 1000 words). I love these two idiots so if you have any other horror/autumn-themed requests I will gladly write them.

Slightly less than a month after their wedding, Jamie found herself back in Beverly Hills for Thanksgiving with the Benson family. It was her first time spending the holiday away from home, but with Serena’s family in Beverly Hills and her family in New York, they agreed to alternate between the two cities for the holidays. The morning after Thanksgiving, Jamie decided to go down to one of the basement-level rooms that had been converted into a gym. Her wife had stayed up watching Krampus and Black Christmas and a few other slashers with her siblings and Olivia the night before because they were considered holiday movies in the Benson household. At twelve, she felt Olivia should be watching The Grinch and she shook her head when she realized it was too late for Olivia; she had already become one of them.

So while the rest of the Benson family was still asleep, Jamie pressed play on her workout playlist and started running on the treadmill. She was five minutes into her workout when she heard someone start to describe a zombie apocalypse story and was given the revelation that a horde of zombies was chasing her. “Damn it, Serena!” she said as she put the treadmill in cool down mode.

“You rang,” Serena said jokingly, standing in the doorway in some flannel pajama pants and one of Jamie’s hoodies.

“I’m not even gonna ask if this was you,” she said as she stepped off the treadmill. “I know it was, but the joke’s on you because it actually seems interesting.”

“Come back to bed, Jamieson,” Serena insisted. “I like smelling you when you’re all sweaty.”

Jamie grabbed her phone, towel, and water bottle. “I wouldn’t admit that to too many people, Ser Bear.”

Although her workout didn’t last long enough to break a sweat, Serena cuddled up to Jamie in their bed and nuzzled into the crook of her neck. “This is your usual scent. I wanted my sweaty wife.”

Jamie couldn’t help smiling when she saw Serena’s pouty face. She placed a kiss on her wife’s forehead and started to rub her arm. “What’s come over you?” Jamie chuckled. “Are you pregnant? Did I knock you up on our honeymoon?”

“Just the opposite,” Serena responded. “The bloodening has happened earlier than expected. I’m cramping and I want cuddles.”

“Did you take something?” Jamie asked. “Want me to get you some Advil? A heating pad? Your cranberry tea?”

Jamie felt her wife pinch her lips shut. “Stop talking, Jamieson. No words. Just cuddles.”

“You know what’s really good for that time of the month?” Jamie asked once she was finally able to speak. “Exercise.”

“Ugh,” Serena groaned. “I am trying to not feel miserable.”

“A lot of couples exercise together. I think it’d make you feel better, too. You could cut down on the caffeine and actually have natural energy. Maybe if we both change our eating habits too it’ll－”

“You’re not attracted to me anymore?” Serena immediately sat up. “Are you cheating on me, Jamieson? What’s her name? Do I know her? Is she younger?”

“What?” Jamie asked in disbelief. She noticed the look in her wife’s eyes, the look she saw in movies right before wives killed their husbands. Be careful, Jamie. Not only is it her time of the month, but she’s crazy even on her best days. “Serena, no one has ever loved anyone as much as I love you and I’d rather gouge my own eyes out than check out another woman.”

With that statement, Serena’s mood went from homicidal to soft. She pulled Jamie back down to cuddle her, making her feel grateful that she had said the right thing. “Good,” Serena said as she cuddled up to her again. “Because if I ever caught you checking out another woman, I’d gouge your eyes out myself.” And we’re back to homicidal.

“I’m sorry, Ser Bear. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Wanna know something funny?”

“Always.”

“That first Saturday morning we spent together and you wore those athletic leggings and a sports bra, I got the impression that you were one of these women who went hiking or went to the gym on a regular basis. I thought it was something we had in common.”

“Yeah, that couldn’t have been further from the truth,” Serena smiled. “I wear those athletic pants when I’m too lazy for regular pants and, as for the sports bra, that all comes down to me not wanting to wear anything with underwire during the weekend.”

“I’m gonna get you to workout with me. I think you’ll like running if you use the zombie app.”

“My zombie apocalypse plan is not to run, Jamieson,” Serena said defensively. “If all you do is run, you’ll be running from zombies your entire life. My plan is to kill.” Imagining this 5’5”, 108 pound woman as a killing machine would have been laughable to those who didn’t know her, but Jamie felt it was entirely possible. “If the zombie apocalypse were to happen, my family and your family are going to the house by Tahoe. The whole reason that house was built is because Great-grandpa Benson went crazy and became a survivalist.”

“Serena, I know you’re messing with me again.”

“No, it’s true. One day back in the ‘90s, he just went crazy and had a house built with crawl spaces, a lookout tower, and a basement that could withstand an atomic blast. That last one is up for debate though. He also has a weapons room.”

“Like guns and knives?” Jamie asked nervously. “There was a shit ton of weapons in the house that we spent our honeymoon in?”

“Guns, knives, the bow and arrow he taught me to use when I was seven,” Serena said nonchalantly. “Lexie had her cheerleading. Kyle had baseball. I learned to kill a man from one hundred yards away.”

“That’s impressive and...frightening.”

Serena reached over and gently smacked Jamie on the behind. “You’re safe with me, Pumpkin Butt. You can like...plant us a garden or something while I protect our families.”

Jamie held Serena close until she fell asleep, careful not to disturb her. I love you, my little zombie killing machine.

#jerena #alex and liv: the wonder years

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harryspet · 4 years

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a long way down [1] b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] dark bucky x reader, dark steve x reader, dominant/submissive, thoughts of suicide, lots of violence, death, heavy angst, zombies, the walking dead au, noncon/dubcon sex, light bondage (handcuffs), reader is a little (very) helpless, spanking, breeding kink (wear protection please)

A/N: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s title prompt game!! As you can see, my title was “a long way down”. This gave me the opportunity to write the apocalypse au I’ve been putting off. It was supposed to be a drabble but I apparently can’t read because this turned into a long ass one-shot. TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD

In which the dead are walking, you belong to Bucky, and you stumble upon Steve’s settlement.

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The first time you met Bucky, he saved your life. He saved yours and then made you take another.

You had locked yourself in an abandoned gas station for the night. You had spent so many days running, walking further and further from your home. It was the first night in weeks that you let your guards down a little. The station had been ransacked completely but you managed to scrape a small meal of what people left behind as undesirables. It tasted heavenly.

You had actually fallen asleep knowing you weren’t going to die. You fell asleep knowing you could sleep the full eight hours.

When you awoke on the surprisingly comfortable tile floors, your worry returned abruptly. You could see through the windows that they had gathered in the parking lot. You slowly approached the windows, holding a kitchen knife tightly in your hands.

You were still wearing the blue sundress from the family barbecue you were attending before the world ended, a combat jacket you found tied around your waist. The knife belonged to the Robinson’s, a family of four, that you watched all die before your eyes.

They were the tip of the iceberg. You watched your own family die in the next few weeks and then all the members of the small group you were a part of. You should've known better than to stop running. Everyone you knew died because they got pinned somewhere and the walkers overtook them.

One of the walkers noticed your slight movement and focused on you. It limped towards the window of the front of the store and you took a cautious step back. You kept still for a moment, hoping not to attract anymore but the one walker seemed to signal the rest of his friends.

This entire town was deserted of walkers when you arrived yesterday and now it seemed to be overrun with them. You had a feeling that a herd might be passing through. You ducked behind one of the many food shelves and kneeled down. You were going to wait it out until they passed through town and realized there was no one here for them to eat.

That was the plan until more started to swarm the gas station, their moaning and groaning became even louder. Your hands were shaking as the sound of the pounding began to deafen you. You couldn’t help but consider what you would do if they broke through the glass. If you slit your own wrist and bled out then you wouldn’t feel them tearing you limb from limb.

The back door had been barricaded too heavily for you to get through. Besides, you’d most likely meet another crowd of walkers going that way.

You held the knife shakily, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead, as you tried to stop yourself from thinking that way.

Abruptly, your eyes shot open as gunshots rang in the air nearby. One pierced through the front window, sending glass shattering to the floor. You didn’t recognize them as gunshots at first, you thought walkers had finally broken through but, as you peaked around the shelf, you found yourself dead wrong.

Through the window, you saw a man moving like a shadow, firing his pistol and precisely hitting several of the walkers through their skulls. He was mesmerizing, a killing machine, and a force of energy that was foreign to you. He moved swiftly enough to dodge the blood-hungry demons that lunged for him and strong enough to knock them down and stab them through the skull before they could stand again.

He was killing them all.

You noticed the glint of a metal-like substance as your wide eyes admired his left arm. You were staring so intently that you hadn’t noticed a walker had crept its way inside and set its sights on you.

You scrambled backward, fumbling with the knife in your hand as you struggled to point it at the monster. You stood, still backing away, as he moved closer. She was an elderly woman, her body decayed, and carrying a horrible stench. The necklace around her neck was shaped like a heart. It looked like the kind that contained pictures of a loved one.

You couldn’t help but sympathize, couldn’t help but make up excuses for why you couldn’t do it. Why you couldn’t be brave. Before you could hesitate any longer, a sharp knife pierced through the woman’s skull and she collapsed before.

You stared at the shadow of the men, his towering figure, and, although his eyes were a blue crystal, they were dead.

“Are you blind or deaf?” He asked you, his voice as dark as his appearance.

You only shook your head, words not daring to leave your mouth. The man looked around the rest of the rest stop, probably noting there were barely any supplies before he sighed. He didn’t understand how you could let yourself get in such a sticky position and then not even be able to handle yourself against one of them.

“Do you have supplies?” He asked next.

You hesitantly raised a finger towards your backpack resting beside one of the shelves, “Not … not much. I just … I-I just wanted to sleep,” He noted your appearance, the insufficient and dirty clothing as well as the bags around your eyes. You were a suburban girl who was clearly out of her element, “Thank you,” You added quickly.

He didn’t acknowledge your gratitude, “I need medical supplies,” He stated firmly.

“I, uhm, I have some alcohol and bandages-”

“Grab your bag, let’s go,” Your eyes seemed to widen even more as the man turned away from you.

“W-What?” You stuttered over your words, “I don’t … I don’t know you. I’ll give you the-”

Bucky turned back, clearly annoyed, “You want to stay alone when you can’t even properly use a knife?”

You looked down at the knife in your hand. It was clean of any blood, “I was going to use it ... “

He scoffed, “What's your name, doll?”

“Y/N,” You answered, still trying to keep calm.

“Bucky,” He stated, making a move to leave once again, “You coming or not?”

You had to make a decision then. Risk life in the apocalypse alone or hope this man could protect you. What he wanted in return other than bandages, you weren’t sure yet. You huffed, deciding to grab your backpack and follow him outside.

You had to admit that you weren’t cut out for this life. You weren’t even sure how you had made it this far.

You stepped over the bodies of at least ten walkers as you stepped into the parking lot. Bucky walked toward an abandoned red truck sitting by one of the gas pumps. You watched him curiously as he discovered a walker strapped into the passenger seat. It couldn’t untangle himself from the seatbelt and was trying to throw itself out of the window.

It started to moan and growl as the two of you approached. You thought he was pulling out the pistol to put it out its misery but Bucky turned to you, holding the gun out to you, “Take it.”

“I don’t want-”

“Take it,” He stated more firmly, little patience in his eyes. You raised a shaky hand, taking it into your grip, “Hold it tight.”

To your surprise, the man came behind you, gently grabbing your arm as he showed you the proper way to hold it, “W-Why do you want me to do this?” You asked shakily. When you tried to lower it, you pushed your arms up.

“You’re going to kill it,” You turned your head, your eyes wide, “I’m not bringing you with me if you can’t even kill a walker.”

You looked at the walker again, noting the uniform he was wearing was that of a mechanic. He used to have a job, a life, probably a family, “I can’t,” You protested, “I can’t.”

“You can do it. You will do it. No one is in there, Y/N,” Bucky spoke calmly, his voice lower than you expected, “You’re doing him a favor. At least let the man’s body be free.”

Bucky let go of you after your hands were in the correct position. He noticed your shaky grip, the fact that your body was clearly going into panic mode. You hoped he didn’t notice the tears stinging in your eyes. You imagined the man’s wife and the man’s family. Would they care that you didn’t leave him be?

Bucky’s voice snapped you out of your trance, “Do it.”

You closed your eyes and fired. Silence echoed around you like the force of the gun knocked you back a step. When you slowly opened your eyes, the man’s brains were splattered on the back of his seat.

“We’ll have to work on keeping your eyes open when you fire. You got lucky,” Bucky grabbed the gun from you, holding it down by his side.

All you could do was stare at what you’d done. You shouldn’t be able to play God in this way. Monster or not, it all felt wrong, “ … I’m sorry,” You whispered to the man and to whatever family that was out there.

Bucky looked you over. He’d never met someone so afraid of killing. He was a killing machine before and after the dead rose from their graves. He saw your heartbreaking as reality was finally hitting you after all this time. You were realizing that you were nothing special, that this was your fate and everyone was eventually going to end up like the man in the truck.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighed, his lips pressed into a thin line, “I’m afraid it’s a long way down from here.”

Bucky’s latest homestead was a Motel 6 more than forty miles away from the gas station. Your mother had warned you about guys who rode motorcycles and you imagined she was rolling over in her grave now that you were on the back of Buckys. Luckily, you didn’t encounter any more packs of walkers but Bucky insisted you hurry because a pack was sure to follow after all the gunshots.

“The shower works,” Bucky spoke absentmindedly, setting a duffel bag on the single bed. He seemed to have collected a lot of supplies before he even ran into you, “Water’s cold but you can still use it.”

You nodded, clutching your backpack tightly, as you crossed the room. Bucky watched your backside as you slipped into the dirty bathroom.

What the hell were you doing? You were in a tiny motel room with a complete stranger. Now you were getting naked behind a door and you had no idea of his expectation especially since there was only a single bed.

You shook your head, setting your bag down on the sink. You pulled off your jacket and then lifted your dress above your head. You looked over your body, your sunken in features, and your shrinking figure. You reached to touch your face only to jump at the sound of a knock at the door.

“Do you need a change of clothes?” He asked you and you froze for a moment. You looked at your tattered blue dress. “A verbal answer, preferably.”

“Y-Yes, please,” You answered, cracking the door so he couldn’t see you in your underwear. Bucky handed you the pile of cloth and you gave a weak smile as you closed the door back. Looking back in the mirror, you let out a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.

You set the clothes down before turning on the shower. You took the time to clean yourself and some of your items as well. You thought maybe you could get the blood and dirt out of your dress and it would remind you again of happy times. You set it out to dry on the towel rack.

The clothes he gave you consisted of a plain black t-shirt that fit way too big for you. As you searched for more, you realized that it was all he had given you. It fit like a dress but you couldn’t help but wonder if his mind was elsewhere. You grabbed your backpack and jacket before exiting the bathroom.

You found that he had made himself comfortable, the gray shirt he was wearing was tight enough to illuminate his muscles as well as the metal arm. He was cleaning his knife when he looked up to see you standing awkwardly.

“Come here,” Again, he spoke like you were a minuscule thought in his mind. You took a few steps closer. “Are you going to prance around me like a baby doe for the rest of this relationship?”

You scoffed this time, “I’m sorry … this is new.”

Bucky didn’t seem like he was willing to wait for you to catch up to him. Things were now or never with him, “Set your things down,” For a moment, you questioned why you were following this man blindly, and then another part of you remembered what he was capable of.

Even without a threat of violence, Bucky noted your submissiveness. Your innocence could be a burden but maybe a blessing in disguise as well.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you in between his legs and you looked down at him with frightened eyes. He stilled your shaking hand with his strong one, “Should we go over how things are going to work between you and me?”

It was rhetorical but you nodded slowly.

“It’s simple. You do as I say and I won’t leave you for dead,” You understood but it was much harsher when he put it in his own words. Looking at him, you couldn’t help but notice his handsome features. The killing had blinded you to it before but now you could see it with full exposure, “You use that gun when the time comes and it will come. I don’t want to have to put you out of your misery if you get bitten.”

“I don’t know how-”

“I’ll teach you, doll,” He declared. You yelped as he suddenly grabbed your waist, flipping you onto the bed and pinning you beneath him, “A helpless thing like you should know how to protect herself.”

Bucky searched your face, calculating before his head dipped into the crook of your neck. His beard scratched your skin as he placed kisses along the sensitive skin.

“Bucky!” You struggled beneath him but you felt the strong metal of his hand press you further into the mattress, “Bucky, please.”

You felt so weak beneath him and you hated that warm feeling he sent through your body. You gritted your teeth as he kissed your chin and then his lips grazed yours, “I saved your life, Y/N, it’s the least you could do.”

You shook your head as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was hard, desperate, and you felt all the pent up frustration in his body. You could finally breathe when he pulled away, only for him to take soft bites of the skin on your cheek and then your ear.

“Bucky,” Your voice came out in a whisper.

“I’ll be gentle,” He assured you, “It’ll feel better if you don’t struggle.”

He was right. As soon as you stopped trying to push him away, your tired body thanked you for it.

Your first night with Bucky, he made sure to lay down his claim. He saw no use in trying to get to know you. You were his and you’d learn to like it. He saved your life after all.

Bucky lifted your shirt, pulling off your panties. He stilled your shaking leg and a shiver went through you as the weapon he called a hand, wrapped around your thigh. He kissed down your body, over your stomach before his head dipped between your legs.

You didn’t expect to cry out in ecstasy that night. You didn’t expect to feel anything at all but, although Bucky didn’t give you a choice, you started to feel human for the first time in a while. This sort of intimacy and pleasure was a rare commodity and part of you wanted to welcome that comfort.

You gripped the motel sheets tightly as he brought you over that cliff. He seemed to savor your pleasure and you expected him to force himself inside you next but he simply told you, “Go to sleep, doll.”

The dark stranger held you tight the whole night.

The next few months passed quicker than you expected. Every day you were alive was a blessing but you couldn’t help but think that you didn’t deserve it.

You traveled the country with Bucky, finding homestead after homestead to stay in. Inevitably, a crowd of walkers would ruin your plans or you’d run into groups of scavengers, humans who killed just as much as walkers.

Bucky taught you how to properly use a gun as well as a knife. You practiced aiming in forest clearings and pretty soon you could handle your own. You considered leaving him but the stranger seemed to open up to you more as the weeks went on. You learned he was in the military and that was how he lost his arm. You figured he was some type of government agent before the dead rose. That was the only way you could explain the arm.

You let yourself grow attached to him and you assumed that he did too.

You told him about the small town you grew up in and your privileged life in suburbia. You had traded your sundress for jeans, a band t-shirt, one of Bucky’s combat jackets and black boots.

You enjoyed the wind in your hair as you rode together with Bucky across the state lines. You were meant to be his extra eye but you couldn’t help that your mind wandered sometimes. Dreams of a better world comforted you.

You were on a long road, traveling through an evergreen forest when Bucky’s motorcycle abruptly skidded to halt. You looked ahead and, fifty feet ahead, was a makeshift barricade of rusted cars, “What is it?” You asked in a whisper and Bucky shushed you.

He dismounted the bike and you did the same. You took a small glance around the eerily quiet forest as Bucky approached the group of cars, “All the cars are dead. We can’t go through here,” You sensed the frustration in his voice as you pulled the map from your jacket pocket. You found the pen mark you last left that marked the area you two were trying to reach.

“We can go back ten miles east and try a different road,” You spoke swiftly and Bucky nodded, turning back towards the vehicle.

The scavengers came out of nowhere, several four-wheelers emerged from the tree line with armed men riding in them. They pointed their guns at the two of you as A giant truck pulled into the road, causing you to be blocked on each side.

Bucky was quick to grab his rifle, stepping in front of you and you pointed your pistol at one of the many scavengers. You heard Bucky curse under his breath as your panic began to set in. You glanced down at your feet and realized there was dry blood decorating the cement. This group used the blockade to ambush survivors and inevitably kill them.

“Drop the weapons!” Shouted one of the burly men with his rifle pointed at us, “You’re outnumbered. Don’t make this hard!”

Bucky let the silence set in for a moment before letting his words cut through the thick tension like a knife, “Over. My. Dead. Body.”

Over yours too apparently.

“Suit yourself,” The man agreed, his mouth opening to order his men to fire.

He was interrupted by another voice though. One that clearly held more power than the man. He stepped out from the passenger side of the truck, jumping down with a revolver in hand. You noted his muscular stature and the fact that his long hair and beard reminded you of Jesus himself.

“Hold your fire, Sam. Hold your fire!”

You noticed then the clothing of the men was way more decent than you expected. You noted bright colors and a lack of wrinkles. Clearly where these men came from there were heavy supplies. The man who looked like Jesus, who was clearly their leader, stepped forward with his revolver at his side.

You noticed Bucky start to lower his rifle and something even more unexpected happened, the leader smiled at Bucky. His eyes wandered to you and the man’s smile widened even more, “Bucky,” The man spoke as if he couldn’t believe his own words.

“Steve,” You looked to Bucky with wide eyes.

They knew each other?

You still held your gun tightly, your eyes darting around at the group of scavengers who had now lowered their weapons.

“Bucky, what’s going on?” You asked him.

“Lower your weapon, dollface,” The man named Steve said to you, “Your pal Bucky here is an old friend of mine.”

You looked to Bucky for permission and he slowly nodded. You lowered it at his command which Steve watched with a raised eyebrow, “This is your strategy, Rogers? Killing innocents and taking their supplies?”

“A lot has changed since we last saw each other. This is called adapting, my friend. Besides, we haven’t hurt you, have we?” You could tell there were years, perhaps decades, on their relationship. Steve looked at you and noted how you hid halfway behind Bucky, “Who’s this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bucky said quickly.

Steve only raised his hands in defense, chuckling, “Fine, fine. You two look like you need some help.”

“We’re fine, just let us pass.”

“How much gas do you have left?” Steve asked like he knew something that we didn’t, “I can tell you now that my group has collected every drop of it in the surrounding hundred-mile radius. I wouldn’t want you guys to get stranded somewhere.”

“We have enough,” Bucky stated firmly though you knew he was lying.

Steve sighed, “C’mon, Buck, I’m extending an olive branch. I control this area, traveling on it without my permission is just a guaranteed death sentence. We have a sanctuary nearby with lots of food, water, and shelter. Come with us.”

Bucky was silent for a long moment. You knew he was pretty much a lone wolf and disliked the idea of having to trust others with his safety.

“We won’t stay.”

Steve slowly nodded, “Fine, then give me time to catch up with my friend. We’ll need your weapons for the time being. I have to look out for the safety of my people.”

“Welcome to Liberty.”

Bucky refused to give up his weapons until they actually arrived at the settlement. You both noted the impressive nature of the area Steve controlled. The area consisted of a suburban neighborhood surrounded by a tall, metal wall. They called it Liberty.

You noticed the watched towers that held snipers who killed the walkers in the path of the trucks we were traveling in. The gate to the settlement and all of the cars filed in before the doors were shut. Bucky helped you out of the truck and you got a good look around.

It was a complete Utopia. They had large fields for farming, their own source of water and electricity. You didn’t even think something like this was possible.

You passed a few people and they looked at you like outsiders while they smiled and acknowledged Steve as their “Captain”.

Steve offered to show the two of you around but Bucky only wanted to see where the two of you would stay. If Bucky was impressed by everything, he didn’t say anything, “As a sign of good faith,” Steve said, “You two are staying in my own humble abode.”

Humble was the wrong one. Steve had the biggest house to himself at the center of the neighborhood. It was two stories, a calming blue, and looked like it had at least five bedrooms. Steve showed you around the nicely furnished house and introduced the two of you to a blonde woman named Sharon.

She offered the two of you sandwiches and Steven explained that Sharon worked in the infirmary. They didn’t seem to be affectionate but it was easy to assume that they were romantically involved. People took comfort wherever they could nowadays.

Steve showed you yours and Bucky’s room on the second floor and he left the two of you to settle in, “How do you know him?” Was the first question that left your lips.

“We were in the same unit overseas. Last time I heard of him, I was being discharged after losing my arm and he was being promoted.”

You felt he was leaving out details but he answered more than you expected anyway.

The two of you were able to clean up after two weeks of traveling and no showers. They even had hot water here which you hadn’t felt since life was normal. They also left you new clothes and you were surprised to find a dress for yourself.

You felt the fabric of the floral pattern and it reminded you of happier times. You liked it, you wanted to feel feminine after months of being covered in dirt and gunshot residue. As you slipped the dress on and finally drove a brush through your hair, you gazed at Bucky. He was buttoning a red flannel and you noticed how you could really see his face now that he had a chance to trim his beard.

He looked … clean. Maybe a little more innocent than before.

He slipped on his own jeans and boots before saying to you, “Stay here,” You grabbed his hand before he could walk out the door.

“Do you trust him?”

“Enough,” He answered simply, “I trust him enough.”

He kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

“Have you fallen in love or something, Buck?”

Bucky paced the length of Steve’s office, his mind all over the place, “No,” Bucky answered, “Our relationship is just … mutually beneficial.”

Steve leaned back in his chair, his fingers running through his beard, “That’s how it is nowadays. I’m sure Sharon’s motivations include me being a better option than those savages who do my dirty work. And I’m not ugly, either.”

As Bucky didn’t respond to his humor, Steve continued, “What’s the nature of your relationship with Y/N? What’s in it for her?”

“I keep her alive.”

“And for you?” Bucky was silent because Steve already knew the answer, “Our relationship could also be mutually beneficial. As you can see, I have a lot to offer. I have a fucking empire, Buck. Weapons, land, you name it. If I don’t have it then surely one of my allies will.”

“And what can I offer you?”

Stever smirked evilly, “Her.”

“No.”

“I saw the way she looks at you. She’d do anything you said if you asked.

“Why?” Bucky asked, his muscles starting to tighten as the anger boiled inside of him, “You have women here, don’t you?”

Steve shook his head, “Not enough that are childbearing age,” Bucky understood. His friend was developing some sort of king complex, “I’ve been trying with Sharon for a while now and nothing. My allies refuse to trade theirs.”

“You want to bring a life into this world?”

“This is the safest place in the entire country. There has to be a point where we rebuild.”

“... Steve,” Bucky rubbed his temple.

“I’m not trying to steal her away from you, Buck. She just has something I need. Something I would pay you handsomely for.”

“You’re very pretty,” Sharon said to you as she served another serving of salad onto your plate. She sat in front of you at the square table and the four of you ate dinner together, “Bucky is lucky to have you.”

“Thank you,” You smiled back at her, “Your home … your home is very beautiful.”

Sharon smiled, sipping at her cold glass of water. She looked to Steve who said, “We’ve made it our own, haven’t we?” He asked Sharon rhetorically, “We’d love it if you stayed a while, Y/N.”

Steve watched as you immediately looked to Bucky. After spending the day here, you did think it would be nice to stay but you were loyal to Bucky, “Well … I don’t think Bucky likes to follow other people's rules very much.”

Bucky was silent as he cut his steak, not even bothering to look at you.

“That might be an understatement,” Steve chuckled, trying to break the tension, “You could always stay anyways … and we’d let Bucky come and go as he pleases.”

Your eyebrows raised in confusion. You had the feeling again that Steve more than you. What made it worse was now you suspected everyone at the table knew more than you.

You desperately wanted Bucky to say something. Anything, “I don’t know what use I’d be around here.”

“You could always help out in the infirmary,” Sharon said happily, “Our guys are always getting hurt out there.”

“I appreciate the offer but …”

“You’ll stay here,” You looked to Bucky with wide eyes, “You’ll be safe here.”

“And where will you go?” You asked quickly, your world starting to fall apart once again.

“I have business elsewhere,” Was all he said. You could deal with his secretiveness before but not now, “I’ll be back when I’m done.”

Silence fell over the table for a moment before Sharon attempted to comfort you, “We’ll take care of you here, honey. There’s no need to worry.”

You shook your head, “No, I’m going with you. I don’t want to stay.”

“Y/N-”

Bucky was interrupted by Steve, “You will stay. The decision has already been made.”

You stood up abruptly, shaking the table, “I don’t even know you people!” You yelled back, turning to Bucky, “Please take me with you.”

“What did I just fucking say, Y/N?”

It felt like you were being rejected. Like you were losing yet another person, “This is what you want, Bucky?” You crossed your arms, “You swear?”

“Yes, doll,” He reassured you, “This doesn’t change anything.”

You pushed your chair back, “This changes everything and you don’t even care,” You spoke, not bothering to look back, before storming out of the dining room.

Bucky wasn’t telling you the truth, that much you knew. You sat on the bed in your new room with a heavy weight on your shoulders. You untied your hair from its ponytail and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to relieve some stress in your body.

When the door opened again, you immediately said, “I’m sorry for yelling-” You stopped as you realized that it wasn’t Bucky who had followed you up. You stood up, noting how Steve’s body basically took up the entire door frame. If he was attempting to be less threatening, it wasn’t working, “What do you want?”

“I can tell Bucky loves you very much, you know. And I don’t think he’s loved a lot of things in his life.” You thought about it for a moment. You never thought what Bucky showed you was love. He was cold and unforgiving most of the time. Steve stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him, “He cares for you but there are still some things he can’t give up yet. He’s a soldier. He’s always going to crave another mission and he knows he can’t bring the ones he loves into harm's way.”

You thought there was truth in his words. Perhaps you just didn’t want to lose your trust in Bucky.

“What do you want from me?”

Steve sighed, “Well, I suppose you can’t just use my resources and offer me nothing in return.”

“Sharon said I could help her-”

“Yes,” Steve agreed, closing the gap between the two of you, “You’ll help her and you’ll help me.”

“With what?” You asked, and before he could grab you, you kicked his shin. Hard.

Steve grunted in pain and as you tried to run past him, he grabbed your leg. You fell to your hands and knees abruptly, still trying to pull away from him, “Where are you going to run-” You kicked your leg out, nailing the Captain in his nose.

Now, you had really made him angry. Steve groaned, still not letting go of your leg, “He taught you a lot … but don’t be delusional, sweetheart.”

Steve pulled you into his body, grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back. You heard the jingle of metal before you heard it click around both your wrist. Steve pulled you up from the ground, bending your body over the bed. You tried to kick but he spread your legs with his feet.

He pulled your dress up and easily ripped off your underwear.

You screamed, calling for Bucky, “Bucky told me where you come from. Think about it, I’m offering you another chance at your old life. White picket fence, kids running around in the yard,” There was a sudden slap to your behind and a tear slipped down your cheek.

Steve thought you were gorgeous. A baby was not the only thing he wanted from you. He wouldn’t mind having a face like yours walking around the settlement.

The blood from his nose dripped down to your bottom as he undid his belt and unleash his member. It was already hard, the excitement of the situation having caused it.

He licked his hand, reaching down to fill between your legs, “Already wet. He didn’t tell me that you liked pain,” Steve landed another, harder slap to your bottom and you cried out.

“Steve, please,” You begged, “I’ll do anything.”

“You will. You’re going to give me a baby, gorgeous,” He hit you again and you felt his tip press against your entrance. He impaled himself inside you, holding onto your cuffed wrist as he moved in and out of you. Your eyes were wide, your mouth agape, as you felt him take you over.

As his pace quickened, you bit down on the comforter to keep the moans from escaping your lips. His hands move to your waist, pulling your body back against him, so you couldn’t escape his assault. The position you were in seemed to allow him to hit a very sensitive spot, one that had you gasping for air and crying out at the same time.

Steve could tell your body like it. You were squeezing his cock hard and your body was writing on the bed before him. He felt it when you tightened around him as you reached your climax, “What a needy. Little. Thing,” He grunted before flipping your body over. The handcuffs dug into your skin but all you could focus on was him.

His thrusts became even deeper as he leaned over your body. He kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth before he made his final thrusts inside of you. The Captain moaned into your mouth as warmth filled you.

He breathed heavily, emptying himself inside you as he kissed your tears. You were still shaking when he pulled out of you. As he let go of you, you weakly tried to crawl away. Steve walked around the bed, watching you like a predator watches its prey.

He flipped you back over, grabbing your wrist as he pulled you further onto the bed. After that, he placed a pillow beneath your hips, elevating you.

He leaned down to where your face is, brushing your hair away so he could see you clearly, “You learned to like Bucky, you’ll do the same with me.”

You had no words left for him. Your fate was sealed from now.

In this new world, there was little room for compassion. This was what Bucky must’ve meant. This was the long way down.

I hope you enjoyed this, I know it was long!! Part two is out!!

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years

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the love club — miya atsumu

ten: eye for an eye

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a/n: i haven’t written anything in ages so my writing is trash rn, but hopefully atsumu and y/n being cute will make up for not updating two days ago 👉🏻👈🏻

you could’ve sworn you had told atsumu to come exactly at 6:30 pm, sharp. any later, you would’ve left the cafe the moment your shift ended without a single text to inform him that your patience was waning. you figured that was most likely going to happen considering a little birdy told you that inarizaki’s volleyball team was going through their hell week as nationals was just around the corner.

at least, that’s what you thought was going to happen.

if anything, miya atsumu himself arrived thirty minutes before the time given to him. it was enough to cease your stirring suspicions of him being late and a good enough excuse not to see his smug face, but the unfortunate tides have come across and drenched you in ill-fate—all gross and a bit powdery too at this point.

“there’s a handsome boy waiting outside for you, (y/n).” matsui-sensei, the owner and head baker of pink elephant cafe, not to mention your boss announced as he barged into the kitchen, all loud and boisterous.

despite being nearing his thirties, your boss still acted childish from time to time as there was an notion of implicate suspicions in his tone with that smirk he wore on his lips, his imagination running wild as a boy never really asked for one of his best bakers (not to mention the prettiest) attention before.

you swiftly hid your phone in the back pocket of your jeans as you let out a sigh, “tell him i’m not here.”

“it’s a bit too late for that,” says matsui, adjusting the red bandanna tied around his forehead to pull back his growing black curls and to catch his sweat. “he told me that your meeting with him was important so i said him that i’m letting you off your shift early.”

“why the hell would you do that?” your voice raised a few octaves, but hopefully not enough to travel through the kitchen doors and into the bakery.

matsui held his hands up in defensive and he throw you a playful smile, “listen, i think i’m doing you a favor, kid, considering that i’m pretty sure you haven’t even had a boyfriend yet.”

your eyebrows furrow in annoyance as you threw the rag you were using to clean the tables at your boss, yet he caught it before it could slap him straight on the face. “what makes you think this guy’s gonna ask me out, we’re literally just working on a project together.”

“trust me, (y/n), my intuition’s ringing.”

“unbelievable,” you scoff and you roll your eyes again.

“seriously though,” he continues as you make your way towards one of the blast ovens. the sweet aroma of blueberry muffins swiftly greeted your senses as you pulled it out with your mitted-hand, “you literally run a love advice hotline and never been in a relationship. don’t you think that’s a bit weird?”

you let the question simmer a bit as you didn’t bother to let the tray of muffins cool the full five minutes and you immediately attempted to pull them out of their metal molds. “not as weird as a grown ass man asking a couple of teenagers love advice.” you shot back, recalling how just over a year ago matsui had found out your other job.

the story was quite the funny one, actually, but long story short—you had forgotten to turn off the love club notifications during work and being the nosy boss he was, he ended up seeing his instagram handle right on your phone screen. there was certainly no way of excusing yourself from it as you ended up telling him everything. in the end, he didn’t mind as he was now engaged.

“hey!” his exclaimed, distracting you from carefully pulling out the muffins as you hissed out in pain. the tips of your fingers burned from the scorching heat of the freshly baked tray, appearing crimson and sore to the touch. matsui was too caught up in making a snarky comeback to even notice your quiet yelp of pain. “we don’t allow slander in this establishment, kid, now go before i fire you.”

you snort playfully at his words and you untied your flour-coated apron, hanging it up on one of the hooks near the doors before leaving the kitchen and into the bakery.

a deep sigh left your lips as you gently apologized for almost bumping into one of your coworkers who was making their way to get a customers order. the cafe wasn’t too busy, but was lively enough to certainly keep the employees on their toes. you almost felt bad for leaving your shift so early.

your eyes scanned the array of tables and chairs with slight fatigue before they landed on a familiar boy’s obnoxious blonde.

his broad back was towards you as he was slightly hunched over, probably from texting. you made your way over to him as you spoke over his shoulder, “you’re here early.” your tone was flat and uninterested as you watched his eyes widened the moment he met your gaze.

“hi,” was all he could say as you sat across from him.

you let out a huff as there was a stupid look on his face to which filled you with the urge to just deck him right on the nose to wipe that expression off his face, and yet, the feeling was suddenly replaced with a feeling too foreign for you to identify as he smiled a toothy grin at you.

oh god, help me now.

in the end, you and atsumu had actually gotten a lot of work done in two hours. considering that you were just a conclusion away from finishing, you were genuinely surprised you only had three urges to fight this man the entire time.

you supposed it was the way atsumu almost seemed like he was in a rush, a mere kick in his step as he started typing away at his document in speed. it almost left your mouth gaping and your eyebrows furrowing in confusion how well this man multi-tasked from doing his work while maintaining a conversation with you. granted, they were quite the strange topics from who would die in a zombie apocalypse first (to which you said that you’d feed atsumu to the zombies in a heart beat) then jumping straight into both of your plans in the future after graduation.

as you two took in each other’s entertaining quips of stories and random tidbits that for once, you found yourself enjoying atsumu’s company rather than hating each waking moment of it.

but, you were obviously known for not being the most talkative in terms of your lack of wanting to overshare information about yourself that would most likely turn into some kind of self-imposed altercation. you simply sat there, adding small grunts of agreements, surprised gestures, and the occasional witty retort to match atsumu’s playful behavior.

some time along those two hours, matsui came by and dropped off a bowl of berries by your table that atsumu liked to steal. he would think that his quick hands would go unnoticed as he swiftly snatched at your snacks, but unfortunately for him, it’s as if he hadn’t known that you did in fact notice.

there was only two berries left in the bowl and knowing atsumu’s greedy ass, you gently placed your hand to rest on the brim of the bowl, waiting a few beats to past for atsumu to reach his hand out again only for you reach out at the same time.

“dude!” the setter exclaimed as you grabbed the last ones, “not fair, (y/n).”

you could only hold yourself back from a melting smirk as you only popped one of them in your mouth, “stealing the majority of the food is rude, miya.”

“as if getting them before i could is any better,” he retaliated.

a breathy chuckle had escaped your lips as you held out to last berry for him to take. it was the one time you were actually going to be nice to this guy and yet he hesitated to even take it the moment his gaze fell upon your extended hand.

“are you gonna take it or not?” you say with a bit more authority.

however, you were immediately taken aback and atsumu grabbed your wrist and pulled it closer. the berry in the palm of your hand had fallen back into the bowl below as the boy before you looked at your red fingers. “did you burn yourself?” he asked gently, slight worry washing over his eyes as his gaze flickered back towards you.

you snatched your hand back from him as you shook your head, “it’s nothing.” you answer, taking your attention back towards the project in attempt to ignore the fact that your heart was suddenly racing much faster than before. you literally refused to meet atsumu’s eyes as you could feel the heat rushing towards your cheeks. having him see your slightly burned fingers was already embarrassing enough, seeing your tinted red cheeks wouldn’t have helped either.

your gaze that was locked onto your assignment swiftly flickered back towards him as you heard atsumu shuffle through his backpack to pull out a couple bandages. “i know it’s not much to help burns, but these bandages should at least protect them for the time being.”

three strips were slipped towards you as his a saccharine-sweet smile melted upon his visage. taking his offer, you took and placed one bandage at a time, slightly struggling with each finger until atsumu took the pleasure of helping you on the last one.

you felt your breath hitch in your throat as you noticed how his hands were great in size compared to yours. and despite being a volleyball player and assuming his hands would be rough and a bit calloused, they were much softer than you could’ve imagined.

perhaps you hated the way your urge to punch the living daylights out of atsumu suddenly morphed into a heart beat punching the living daylights out of your ribcage.

“thanks for the last berry, (y/n).” he muttered as his hands left yours and popped the last piece of fruit in his mouth.

oh god, please help me now.

fun facts! —

matsui is a family friend so he had known y/n since she was a kid. he ended up hiring her the moment she turned 15 (they even have a handshake cause they’re homies)

akaashi, kenma, and tanaka have never actually been to pink elephant cafe and they’ve been trying to visit for the longest time

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wincore · 4 years

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wasted nights | liu yangyang

pairing: yangyang x reader

words: 5.5k

summary: firstly, you don’t think you should have survived this long. secondly, this might be the zombie apocalypse but your survival doesn’t feel as threatened by zombies as it does by liu yangyang. thirdly, you’ve chosen the worst time to develop a crush.

genre: zombie apocalypse!au, fluff, humour(?)

warnings: mention of injuries & blood, violence (against zombies), dumbassery, do not attempt during an actual zombie apocalypse

song rec(s): wasted nights - one ok rock

a/n: october birthdays get halloween specials~ although this one is just full of unnecessary appearances by cats. also campfires because october campfires hit different. (i’m definitely saying this because i was born in october) also not me writing this as a joke and reaching 5.5k words </3

It’s two hours till sundown.

What would you be doing on a day within the ordinary? Likely getting back from after school activities, chatting with a friend or feeding the stray kittens by the school building, or maybe pretending Liu Yangyang doesn’t exist—the possibilities were endless. Now there’s only one.

“Yangyang,” you call, more worried than not.

On a day out of the ordinary, you wish you hadn’t prayed for your exam to get cancelled the day all of this broke out. You wouldn’t be scavenging like some sort of rodent and you wouldn’t be standing at the gates of an abandoned shrine, though now is undoubtedly a better time to pray. It’s not the best of situations (especially not with a certain little rascal attached to your side).

And understatements are definitely your thing now.

“Yangyang,” you call a little louder this time, eyes shifting around the shrine area.

Should you step in? He asked you to wait, the stone steps now looking a little glum without him skipping over them. The only signs of life you’ve seen around has been a family of raccoons looking rather smug and a single spotted dove preening itself atop a branch. The lack of visibility into the forest surrounding the shrine bothers you, like something could jump out any minute and you suck your teeth, growing annoyed. Where is that boy?

You tap your foot against the ground soundlessly. What if a zombie were to pop out? They might be slow but the sight of them is still gross enough to paralyze you. Yangyang has his baseball bat with him, which leaves you defenseless in terms of weapons. Still, it’s not like the bat would have done you any good. You are, in the truest sense of the word, average at any sort of combat and freezing at the limbs comes to you more naturally. Zombies are not fun; whatever nonsense Yangyang has been trying to explain to you for weeks is optional, as is every other suggestion that comes from his mouth. It’s quiet and quiet, creepy shrines have never been your favourite place in the city.

You hear a low growl behind you, stiffening at the sound. Best case scenario, it’s a big rat. You’d rather not think of the worst case. Eventually, you gather some courage and turn slowly only to jump back with a short scream.

Yangyang takes the old festival mask off to reveal a giant grin on his face, urging you to knock it right off. The anger that follows is natural and he should be used to it by now. Yangyang continues smiling, as if he didn’t just pull your soul right out of your body, and when he opens his mouth to say something, you’re quick to land a swift punch to his gut. He lets out a pained cry, dropping to the ground in a squat.

“Don’t do that,” you seethe. “Why can’t you greet me normally?”

“I’m okay!” He signals a thumbs up while the other hand clutches his stomach.

“I didn’t ask.”

He moves his hand to place it over his chest. “Ow. Oh, and to answer your question, it’s because you don’t want to do my special handshake with me.”

“Hm. Get up. You said there were supplies here. What did you find?”

He pouts, finally getting up. “I can’t believe you’re just using me for supplies.”

You cross your arms. “Just get up already.”

Yangyang springs up despite the (admittedly) strong blow to his stomach and presents to you the plastic bag he’d been holding. In any other circumstances, it would spark some disapproval on your behalf but it turns out, those things do outlive most everything. For a moment, the ridiculous image of pulling a plastic bag over a zombie’s head crosses your mind.

Yangyang finally responds, taking out whatever items he recovered. Not everything is useful however; he’s simply taken to collecting knick-knacks.

“I found toothbrushes! Maybe your breath will stop stinking—”

You raise your clenched fist as a threat.

“—I was kidding. Obviously. You have lovely breath.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in an attempt to contain your exasperation.

“Also, I found clean water so I filled up some bottles and yeah, I couldn’t find much else but oh! There was this huge cat and I mean huge like a big chonk kinda guy, you know? And I’m sure he was, like, trying to tell me something, like, he kept hissing when I went near him but…”

You wonder if Yangyang ever gets tired from speaking so fast, his words fading out of your comprehension. You shake your head, clearing your throat.

“Can we leave now?”

Yangyang raises an eyebrow, almost smirking as the gears in his head turn.

“You’re not… superstitious, are you?” he asks. “I heard there’s a lot of reported sightings of ghosts here.”

“No,” you blurt, quick to deny. Yangyang might have seen you crying after getting lost in the dark, almost fainting after encountering a zombie for the first time or even in deep sorrow after you lost your friend—but there’s still part of your dignity to protect before you can admit your fear of ghosts. There’s just something about this abandoned shrine; there are no visitors apart from the caretaker and if loneliness is responsible for anything, it’s making lonely things seem a whole lot scarier. You’d rather leave before the sun sets.

Yangyang laughs. “Who do you think would win in a fight? Zombies or ghosts?”

You roll your eyes. “That’s so stupid. Obviously ghosts.”

“No. Okay, maybe. I just think…”

There he goes again.

You wonder if he was always this way—when you passed him by in the hallways, when he shot you a polite smile at club meetings or when you saw him being loud with his friends blocking part of the sidewalk. You’re sure he couldn’t have been entirely sane.

“Oh my god.”

Yangyang’s voice jerks you back to the present. You follow his line of sight to a cardboard box beneath a particularly dense shrub; it's a large one—quite possibly a carton of some commercial product which doesn’t matter anymore. However, it’s not the details of the box itself so much as it is the contents that grab your attention.

You can almost see the sparkle in Yangyang’s eyes as he views the cats huddled together inside the box. They don’t seem to mind each other within their personal space—you count four of them, tightly packed and eyes closed in a late afternoon nap. How the box hasn’t ripped apart yet is quite a mystery, and what’s more troubling is how at ease they seem to be with the entire human race in disarray.

You grab Yangyang by the collar before he can make his way to them.

“Don’t harass them,” you say, massaging your temples. “Jesus, it’s like they’re glued to each other. Do they have to be in the same box?”

“It might just be the last cardboard box left on earth.” Yangyang shrugs.

The cats mind their own business, grooming their fur or closing their eyes in an odd sort of bliss. You wonder what it would be like to be so unbothered by all the chaos. It reminds you of someone.

“Come on,” you urge, thinking back to older times. “Don’t think I forgot how much you used to bother old Louis back then.”

Louis was the university cat, fed with so much love that he eventually started avoiding people like the plague. You wonder how he’s holding up for a brief moment.

“Don’t think I forgot how you were back then too.”

“What do you mean?” you snap, glaring at him.

“You were already a zombie,” he says before engaging in a cheap mimicry of you, drooping his eyelids and taking slow steps muttering, “I… must… maintain… gpa… grr.”

You almost take off your shoe to throw it at him before deciding it’s not worth your time. Ah, if only you had done that during club meetups, perhaps you’d have felt better about him joining. Everyone treated him so differently, and you hate to admit you now understand why.

Everyone loves a good troublemaker.

And there happens to be another thing special about your sole competitor for the debate club’s president position. Apart from his strange antics (charms, he says), even this virus—this fuckall literal killer virus can’t infect him. He’s immune—an occurrence with a possibility lower than you finding him attractive. (There, you said it.)

You look at Yangyang still talking about Louis and a small smile crosses your face. You’d feed your right arm to a zombie before you admitted it but it’s nice having him around. You furrow your brows at the sudden familiar bubbling in your chest and shove it away in a flash before your conscious decides to tell you what it is.

Your heart jumps to your throat when you make eye contact with Yangyang, turning away in a rather awkward manner. Oh, the end of the world does awful things to you.

“Are you listening?” Yangyang raises an eyebrow. “Oh my god, you weren’t listening at all.”

You roll your eyes. “I was distracted.”

“By me?” he offers in a sing-song voice, prompting a smack from you. It’s easier to pretend this way.

Yangyang massages his shoulder with a huff. “Why are you hitting me so much today? I’ve counted like eight and the day’s only just over.”

“Sorry,” you mumble before clearing your throat. “I mean, you’ve also said something annoying, like, more than eight times today.”

“I’m not annoying.”

There’s a pause.

“Okay, maybe a little bit.”

The sun starts to lay in rest by the time you reach the city. Compared to the green, red and yellow of the yet standing shrine, this place is in dull monochrome with the occasional coloured signs that flicker to life. You force yourself to think but have a hard time remembering if it was always this way. Was it any different with the rushing cars or apathetic crowds? You can’t tell. You were part of them, after all.

“Hey, how about a bottle flip challenge but with traffic cones?” Yangyang thinks aloud, walking backwards as you pass by a particularly well-lit alley.

You roll your eyes in response. Is it the lack of people making him that way? Your unflustered companion looks at home among neon lights, all of them seeming to point towards him as an answer to a question you haven’t quite figured out yet.

You glance at the alley just a second longer. The electric lanterns still glow red, and although dim, there are many. The shops almost look like you could enter and be greeted with a crowd of university kids or a group of office workers drinking away in celebration of the weekend. You sigh. It’s most certainly deserted inside; there’s no doubt. At the most, the tables are still arranged neatly and the meat grills aren’t completely rusted. You wonder if it’s a Friday.

There was never much grass in the city but whatever growth there was has withered into a mustard yellow or a lamenting grey. An empty city is hardly appealing, but you can’t deny the ill-favored things you’ve done the past few months in the absence of people—a part of you questioning whether breaking into supermarkets is still against the law when no one’s around to keep it. You smile at the memory of Yangyang pushing you around in a shopping cart, though you’d gotten drunk off the (stolen) liquor prior. The neon lights hanging as a banner over sketchy shops sometimes spark alive before dying down over and over again, and to be fair, you don’t think they ever shined too bright. Ironically, they’re the liveliest thing about the city now.

The sky’s soaked in ink at a time you assume to be around seven in the evening. You walk closer to Yangyang without realizing; it’s not often you’ve been out this late the past few months.

“Hey.” Yangyang snaps you out of your daze. “Be careful.”

The words are strange coming from him but you understand why. You look up ahead with caution and a shiver runs down your spine as you stare at the intersection, a lone, tattered figure droning aimlessly. It’s only one, you tell yourself. And they’re slow.

The memories of your previous encounters send warnings over your skin, shivers begging you to run as fast as you can. You would if it weren’t for Yangyang’s grip on your hand, tugging you forward gently and though it’s something he does every time, you wonder if he knows how you’re really feeling. His footsteps are soundless, with the same red sneakers he’s worn since the beginning of this but something tells you it’s not the shoes that give him a cat’s footfall. The purple lights flicker on and off over the shop on the opposite street, the suddenness of it making you latch onto Yangyang for a short-lived moment. You’re quick to let go, throat too dry to make any sound.

You curve around what would be a straight path, careful not to be in the creature’s line of sight when you cross. The streets seem wider when they’re so empty, and somehow it feels more unlawful this way. Yangyang signals to you to stay closer, and you follow before bumping into his back when he stops abruptly. There’s absolutely no sound, the feeling in your gut much worse than at the shrine.

“Something’s wrong,” Yangyang whispers.

A strangled shriek erupts from your mouth when something launches itself onto the two of you, making you land on your butt. You would’ve placed your hands over your eyes, but you’ve learned how to be less of a coward these past few days.

A shaky breath leaves you. A cat. It was a stray cat. The little asshole looks at you with almost twinkling eyes, tail swishing from side to side before deciding you’re not worth its time. Your shoulders sag, a moment of relief despite your stiff muscles.

“Uh, (name)?”

You look up only for your stomach to fill with dread. The zombie from before is staring directly at the two of you, the same vacant look in its eyes that has haunted you for the entirety of the apocalypse.

“It’s okay, he’s too slow,” Yangyang reminds you, voice barely a whisper as he helps you stand.

“We can just take the other street—it’s a little longer but it’s mostly safe and there’s no way he can—”

Yangyang is interrupted by a sickening growl from behind you and you jump back. There’s another one. And another. You count four more before holding back a swear. Yangyang grabs you by the shoulder and the two of you take a step back, onto the sidewalk. There’s a shop behind you; you read a smeared sign above the plastic door curtains indicating a dumpling place. Even if you were to hide in there, there’s no guarantee you’d be safe.

But if you’ve learned anything in these months, it’s that anything is always better than nothing.

The night has settled in completely, you realize. You’re about to tug Yangyang to the inside as you turn around, only to freeze up in your spot. A pale woman emerges from the store, her makeup still fresh but you know that look, the look in her eyes. How cruel.

“Please,” she mumbles, taking a step towards you and you think you might just cry. It’s not long before she turns, you think with dread.

You stumble back to Yangyang when she emits a blood curdling screech, lunging at you and to either your alarm or worse, relief, Yangyang pushes you back. You watch with wide eyes as the woman sinks her teeth into his arm, nausea growing at the sight of blood. He moves fast though, his arm swinging the baseball bat to meet the woman in the head, hard enough to knock her out. In these few moments, one of the zombies is close enough to reach an arm out towards you and you swear you can hear the horrid sound of his bones cracking when you step back. The longer you remain in this state, the slower you are. You suppose you should take comfort in these words but when you look at it, you still see a man.

Hollow. They’re all hollow.

You take a deep breath.

Just as the thought crosses your head, you see Yangyang swing his bat again, meeting the zombie on the head and much to your wide-eyed horror, the head flies off into the dumpling shop and the body reacts with just about as much confusion as you do. It wildly waves about its hands in the now vacant spot before crumpling onto the road with a quiet realization.

Yangyang makes a face, pressing his knuckle to his mouth to prevent himself from what you presume is gagging. However, when you look closely, he seems to be holding back a laugh instead and very painfully so. You know he has a habit of laughing at the most inappropriate times but this, it really takes the cake.

“Home run?” he suggests, turning to you with a sheepish half-grin. There’s no hint of malice in his voice and you think that it’s probably not that he enjoys swinging his baseball bat at zombies.

“You’re disgusting,” you reply, shaking your head.

“Maybe I should leave you here then.”

You can’t believe he has the gall to be cheeky with blood running down his arm and four of the undead drooling at the sight of you two.

“Do you think we can find ingredients that aren’t stale here? I miss having dumplings.”

“Yangyang.”

“Okay, okay.”

The other ones are still far enough and the two of you take this chance to run off towards the street Yangyang mentioned earlier and safely out of view. You notice him panting heavier than before, and your eyes scan over his arm in worry. The bite is ugly, red with oozing blood, and you hold back the urge to ask him if he’s anaemic.

Yangyang follows your eyes before an ‘ah’ leaves his lips. He spins his head to the right, trying to catch a glimpse of the wound in the same manner a dog chases after its own tail. He puts the bat down to try and twist his arm to see the injury but you stop him, clicking your tongue at his silly behaviour.

“You’re not twelve, Yangyang,” you scold. “Let’s get back to the hotel first.”

He shrugs, and you think some provoking words are ready to leave his mouth when he simply picks up his bat and walks off. You blink before quickening your steps to catch up with him. The blood dripping down his forearm makes you feel a little unwell but you know better than to touch infections.

It takes around fifteen minutes longer than usual to reach the hotel—Yangyang was right. It is safer here, with no zombies lurking around the corners. He must have been out late when he was scouting, you think with distaste.

You reach the now-rusting gates of your haven without trouble and the moment you reach, Yangyang falls to his knees, heaving a breath he seems to have been holding. You rush to him, eyes frantic when you reach your hand out to him, and he flinches, moving away from you.

“Don’t,” he mutters before getting up. “You turning into a real zombie would be my personal nightmare.”

It’s not enough to curb your worry but you follow him nonetheless, the stupid, wavering grin on his face making you unable to decipher what he’s really feeling.

The familiar smell of honeysuckle washes into you as you pass by the entrance, locking the door behind you as Yangyang falls onto one of the chairs in the lobby. Kunhang happened to be passing by, a muffled swear leaving him when he sees the blood on Yangyang’s arm.

“You didn’t touch him, did you?” he asks, pulling on his gloves to further see the wound. A former med student is the best you have here, and somehow, you’ve never seen him complain about having to take care of someone as bothersome as Yangyang.

You shake your head in reply to Kunhang and watch as he runs from shelf to shelf to procure more bandages than you’ve ever seen in your life. You’ve been seeing an awful lot lately.

“We’re going to run out of bandages in a week if he keeps this up,” Kunhang says with a frown, moving so fast you can barely see his hands. “He’ll be okay, I guess. The virus just makes him dizzy.”

He’s probably thinking the same thing you are. Something serious happening to Yangyang is a little bit of a miracle. Maybe he’ll finally be set right in the head.

Even so, you know Kunhang is worried despite his quick response, his frown lines deepening once he’s done wrapping up. He sighs before waltzing off to discard his gloves.

It’s not that you aren’t impressed by Kunhang; you’ve just seen him do that too many times to count. And of course, it’s mostly Yangyang on the receiving end. They might be good friends but this also happens to be the only time they're serious together. Moreover, Kunhang seems to beat Yangyang in the talking-for-twelve-hours-straight department. You have to admit though, being in charge of first aid for the few people stuck in this hotel is not an easy business.

You take a seat opposite to Yangyang, dozing off in his chair and wonder if you should wipe the drool off his chin. Disgusting, you think to yourself, but another part of you dares to offer the word cute.

The best thing about barricading yourself in a hotel during the apocalypse is not having to worry about beds. There’s at least five hundred rooms in this skyrise, more than enough for, what, sixteen people? The place is so big that you hardly run into the others. The only rule around here is regarding the pantry—to write down who’s taken what on the notepad stuck to one corner. Despite what movies show, people are far more helpful to each other in times of need, more so than usual even. You relax into the chair, the velvet cushion feeling comfortable against your back.

There’s a nice communal feeling in this place.

You frown. It’s not like you can stay here forever.

At the very least, you can pretend each sundown and sunrise is ordinary here. You close your eyes, and slowly, thoughts of why you’re trying so hard to remember life before this drift away.

Yangyang wakes up before you do, grinning like crazy as he shrugs you awake. You stare at him through groggy eyes, untangling your limbs from yourself. The cold seeps into you and you shiver, hugging yourself.

“We found the keys to the lounge,” he rushes, albeit in a gentle voice. “Guess what?”

“Unh?”

“There’s a campfire spot over there! The others already started but I thought I should wake you up.”

It’s just like him to be excited about something like that. You get up nevertheless, Yangyang pulling you through the stairs and onto the only elevator that seems to work around here. There’s quite a few things about this hotel left to be figured out. You’re going to have to start worrying anyway when the power from the generator runs out.

Kunhang and an older man, Mr Kang, are the only ones there once you reach. You had expected it but the lounge is gigantic and a small part of it provides the artificial campfire area. There are paintings of wild animals and trees for children, you assume, on the walls only cut off by a large vent on the ceiling. The fire burns bright over the large circle of soil and firewood, whose authenticity is debatable. You sigh at the warmth, having grown tired of the autumn weather’s mood swings.

Kunhang greets the two of you with a grin before delicately poking Mr Kang to at least acknowledge your presence. It’s funny, the lot of you.

The place is a little small, considering there’s a literal fire in the middle of the room. You almost sit on Yangyang because he shifts too suddenly at Mr Kang’s disapproval of proximity, a small yelp leaving you whereas Yangyang, for the first time, looks like he’d rather die. He mutters an apology, and two of you manage to sit a good two feet apart, sudden awkwardness rising in the air—all of it unnoticed by Mr Kang. You heard he was a banker but if Kunhang and Yangyang had a polar opposite, it would most certainly be him. You can’t even remember the man’s voice.

You think you should say something but Kunhang’s laughter breaks the silence. There’s an unspoken exchange between him and Yangyang, piquing your curiosity though you aren’t sure what you should be asking. You just assume it’s one of their stupid inside jokes.

“I left your gift on your table. You can add it to your dumb shoe collection,” Kunhang tells Yangyang, smiling before standing up to stretch. “I’m going to bed. Mr Kang, won’t you accompany me?”

Mr Kang gets up begrudgingly and you’re about to ask them to stay longer when Kunhang turns to you enthusiastically. “Good night, (name). Don’t have too much fun. Although, I suppose there’s no better time to have too much fun either.”

You watch with furrowed brows as the two disappear into the doorway and down the stairs. You spend a couple of moments in silence before clearing your throat. When it goes unnoticed, you turn to Yangyang despite the warmth on your face.

“It’s not dumb,” he mutters to himself, a little zoned out.

You stare at him for a few moments and the familiar feeling rises in your throat, now with a little voice to accompany it.

Cute.

You cough, distracting yourself with any and all thoughts you would rather have, even of the zombies. Now isn’t the time—or is it the perfect time? You shake your head, calming yourself.

“Does it… hurt?” You ask, eyeing Yangyang’s arm.

He looks up as if broken from a daze, the campfire lights still dazzling in his eyes. You hold back a laugh. He really is a child; if he’s so easily mesmerized by fires, that is.

“Probably not any worse than the lady I whack-a-mole’d. Now that must’ve hurt.” Yangyang puffs his cheek before looking straight at you.

You stare back. It’s not the weirdest thing he’s said.

“What? I feel bad beating the crap out of zombies sometimes,” he says, scratching the back of his head.

You hum in response. The thought of Yangyang developing a conscience is almost as bad as having to think about zombies. Though, you’ll have to admit, it does give you a strange relief. Zombies can’t really feel pain—they are, after all, numb in every possible sense—but some part of you wonders if it’s alright like this. Morals and survival aren’t meant to overlap.

You feel the need to distract yourself with something.

“Hey,” you call, moving closer to Yangyang such that your shoulders almost touch. Before you know it, you brush the hair from his face, trying to style the mess into something more neat—a thing you’ve been wanting to do since the first time you saw him. Every time you’d see the messy mop of hair at an official event of the debate club, you’d have this strong urge and an almost putrid form of annoyance. You still don’t know how he managed to get in.

“You don’t look terrible with parted hair,” you muse. “You could’ve looked more decent at the debates.”

You look down from his hair to see Yangyang frozen, eyes wide as if a deer in the headlights.

“Are- Are you not breathing?” you ask.

Yangyang sucks in a large chunk of air, fast enough to choke on it and break into a coughing fit as he turns away from you. You reach out to pat his back but he waves his hand at you, indicating he’s fine before he can turn to you.

You look at him with no particular emotion, the night breeze having worked its way to you.

“What was that about a gift? Are you and Kunhang getting things for each other without telling me?” you say, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

There's a short pause, filled with the crackling of fire.

“It’s my birthday,” Yangyang says with a small smile as the campfire lights dance across his cheeks.

And yet, the words come out sad as if he’d been waiting for an occasion to tell you. You look at him, eyes widening ever so slightly accompanied by the loss of words and take a sharp breath.

“I’m not going to ask for a gift,” Yangyang teases. “Don’t look so worried.”

You open your mouth and close it again, unable to explain the gentle wash of sadness overcome you when you see just a boy. For all the talking he does, he never asks for much.

“I mean, I- I liked spending the day with you. Why do you look so sad? Did I say something? Again?”

You look over his features, from his brow bone to his wide eyes to his lips and the conclusion arrives as gently as the end of the world. What’s the worst that could happen?

You quickly pull him into a hug, still careful of his injury, and a vaguely embarrassing sound escapes Yangyang, something akin to a sheep’s call. He clears his throat which turns into coughing before he can wrap his arms around you, his breathing soft against your shoulder.

“I’m- I’m alive, you know? I don’t think I’m dying any time soon. I- I can’t even get infected! You know that.”

“That’s not why I’m- I…” You pull back, steeling your eyes so you don’t feel the warmth of embarrassment.

Just like you prepare for debates, you think to yourself. Maybe Yangyang was right about you being a zombie—the way you follow the same drudging formula.

“I like you,” you say, your words more of a strained whisper but they’re out before you know it. You can fake confidence, you tell yourself. It’s horrible timing and spending your (potentially) last days with someone who rejected you is just another way to shoot yourself in the foot.

But part of you has been wanting to do this for so long that you almost don’t mind.

Yangyang sucks in a breath, pressing his knuckles to his mouth as he straightens.

“That was- Wow. Okay. I- Uh. Wow.”

You let the heat grow stronger in your cheeks, racking your head for an explanation or even a lie. Maybe you can say it was a mistake.

“I- I meant…” You lose track of your words. You can’t lie.

“I’ve never been confessed to,” he blurts, and if you squint, you swear you can see him blushing.

“Huh?”

Yangyang coughs again, followed by the same embarrassing sound. “That was- That was the first time.”

The silence between you is accompanied by the crackling of fire and the soft path-making of wind. You’re at a loss for words, something that you should be used to by now—they clearly belong to someone else.

“Oh my god, that was so stupid,” he says, pulling a horrified face as he frantically waves his hands about. “I meant to say I like you too but I- I guess I forgot to say it out loud. Ah, crap- I sound even stupider now, don’t I?”

Your lips twitch, trying to contain your smile but you’re seized with uncontrollable laughter anyway. The mortified expression on Yangyang’s face makes you burst into another fit of giggles before you can somewhat compose yourself.

“I think that’s the longest you’ve been quiet for,” you say in between recurring laughter. “Did anyone ever tell you being able to talk fast doesn’t get you ahead in debate clubs?”

Yangyang frowns.

“Oh, I just joined because I thought it’d get on your nerves,” he says, not a hint of jest in his voice.

You straighten away from him, the smile dropping from your face.

“You can’t be serious.”

He grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head and offering no explanation. You huff in exasperation, getting up abruptly to avoid another oncoming headache. It’s a little difficult, considering you have the human version of it right beside you.

“Wait- Where are you going?” Yangyang scrambles up to his feet. “It’s my birthday, you know?”

You turn around and put your hands on your hips, a small smile on your face at the sight of him. “It’s midnight already.”

“Oh. How was I supposed to know?”

You laugh, shaking your head. Maybe the little rascal is special.

“Hey,” Yangyang calls. “You know, since this is the end of the world and all…”

You stare at him, heartbeat erratic at the lack of distance and despite the fading of teenage fantasies. Yangyang shifts nervously, glancing here and there while simultaneously trying to keep eye contact with you, an action which makes you hold back a chuckle. There’s a particular twinkle in his eyes but he can’t seem to be able to look at you straight.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, finally.

And what a daring end to the world it is.

#yangyang x reader #wayv x reader #cznnet #yangyang scenarios #wayv scenarios #yangyang imagines #wayv imagines #yangyang fluff #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #moonwrites #if you think the header is stupid thats bcs it is #graphic design is my passion <3 #you can pry the troublemaker x good kid trope out of my cold dead hands :)

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hansolmates · 3 years

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Ok wait cauz I'm so curious about this what would happen if a heros' journey yn and jk met jisoo again somewhere like what would go down 😳😶

pairing; ahj!jk x reader (f) genre/warnings; sad, fluffy at the end, it’s a holiday drabble! w/c; 1k a/n; im sorry this is sooooo late but i hope u like it!

“Ohmygod—it’s Jisoo,” you hiss between the racks of the department store. Your eyes dart around the hallways of the drab Macy’s, wondering if you’re seeing things. This definitely isn’t Saks or Bergdorf Goodman, the floor isn’t decked in marble and there’s no ceiling mirrors.

Nope, this is a boring Macy’s and you’re surrounded by a tasteful choice of Boring Beige. It’s why it’s so surprising, seeing Jisoo listlessly go through rack after rack. She looks out of place, sticking out like a Christmas light in her silvery tinsel jacket as she thumbs through various sweatsuits. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her in the flesh, you wondered if she moved out of town all this time.

“Really, where?” a hand on your shoulder reminds you that you’re not alone, and you crane your head slightly to look at your bug-eyed boyfriend.

“Jungkook—” you step back to survey the damage, his arms filled to the brim. Three pairs of Fila sweats, an Ultraboost box perched on his arm, and a heather grey Patagonia sweatshirt, “you do not need more workout gear. You have all of these things at home!”

“Baby, you never have too many sweats. Just in case I need to prepare for the Zombie apocalypse—”

“Let’s go say hi to her,” you’re running from thought-to-thought, darting between Jungkook’s distracting shopping habits and the fact that Jisoo is currently leaving the athletic department and further away from the two of you.

After Jungkook took the liberty of Insta-blocking Jisoo in Boracay, you promptly unblocked her when you returned home. You figured that after that silly comment, you’d be able to follow each other mutually, like old friends. After that, it’s mostly been static, and while Jisoo comes to your mind from time to time, you never felt an inclination to reach out to her until now—when she’s within arm’s reach.

“Do you really think that’s the best idea?” you and Jungkook are hunched (actually, you’re just hunched. Jungkook doesn’t bother to bend, he’s already gone through leg day this week) by the rack closest to the register, so he dumps his purchases on the counter.

“It’s been a year,” you huff, “maybe she’s here for the holiday with her mom or something. I don’t think she’d willingly go to Macy’s on her own.”

“Exactly, she’s already gonna be in a bad mood. She’s in a Macy’s.”

The two of you wait for the cashier to pack Jungkook’s bags, and he even has the audacity to ask for a gift receipt and some present boxes. “You always talk about self-care, babe,” Jungkook sing-songs, and you have a feeling that the both of you are going to be wrapping up sweatpants under the tree tonight.

It isn’t until an hour later do you run into Jisoo again. This time it’s in the food court—well, the food court’s bathroom.

“I need to pee,” you’re blocking her from entering the stalls, afraid you’d lose her again. Jisoo says the phrase again, wholly annoyed at your insistence. She talks as if no time has passed, attitude and all.

“How have you been?” you give a tentative smile, lowering your arms slightly.

“Alright,” Jisoo leans back on her clicking heels, looking down at the ground, “bladder’s a little bloated.”

“Me too,” you reply. Actually, more than alright. “I mean uh, not the bladder part. Did you have lunch yet?”

“I don’t wanna have lunch with you.” Ouch, but expected.

“Oh, well that’s okay,” It worries you considerably, knowing it’s been a year and Jisoo still insists to be cold with you. “It’s just so nice to see you.”

“Can’t say the same,” you deflate, and the palm of your hand slides against the doorhenge, falling against your thighs. Jisoo looks more like a mini-mother chastising you for your naïveté than an old college friend you spent years with rooming together, “what’s the point? I hurt you, and yet you still want to talk like we’re still best friends? It’s pathetic—”

“Don’t talk to her like that.”

Jungkook is right behind Jisoo, your bags in hand. It’s then you see Jisoo’s face crumple, the silhouette of her pretty tweed jacket looking not-so sophisticated as she looks up at his flaring eyes.

You wonder briefly if this is what Jungkook and Jisoo looked like when they fought. When they were together, their fights were concealed, in favor of pushing out a perfect narrative of a happy relationship. Jungkook’s expression of that’s enough, the steely gaze penetrating through Jisoo’s equally cold exterior.

And for the briefest of moments, you know Jisoo now feels out of place when she sees the two of you together. She’s engulfed in Jungkook’s presence, and you see traces of love, dull sparks in Jisoo’s gaze.

Finally, you move over, giving Jisoo an out. “Happy holidays,” you say, giving one more tight smile.

It isn’t until you’re out of the hallway and back into the food court that Jungkook comforts you.

“She’s just confused,” Jungkook wraps his arms around you, and you’re swaddled in that signature soft hoodie material that your boyfriend wears on the daily, “it would be so much easier if you just hated her.”

“But I don’t hate her,” you mumble, “at least, not anymore.”

“And that’s what I love about you,” Jungkook thumbs the apple of your cheek, smiling warmly, “let’s order to-go and go home.”

“Mmkay,” you thread your fingers together, walking to your favorite food stall, “by the way, where did you go?”

The small, square velvet box that sits at the bottom of Jungkook’s sweats urges him to answer, but he tamps it down and replies that he was merely looking around.

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escapewriter · 3 years

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pairing : wooyoung x reader

genre : slight angst, slight fluff

type : drabble

word count : 899

warnings : its not very descriptive but theres zombies, mentions of death

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Step One: Scout the Area.

Missing this step could cost someone their whole life. It is the first and most important step before changing locations and setting up a new base. Scouting could last from a few hours to a full day. You must be able to move quickly and quietly because if you don’t, you’re dead. Luckily, you’re an expert at scouting. Your eyes spot every movement behind trees and in bushes. You usually finish scouting in 5 hours tops.

“Hey,” the whisper you heard from the tree branch right above yours distracted you, “you see anything?” You rolled your eyes, not bothering to answer your brother and to try and see if the area is clear. “Pssttt--”

“Seonghwa, I am trying to concentrate right now.” He nodded his head and decided to wait for your signal.

Seonghwa wasn’t actually your brother, but ever since the apocalypse started, he took you under his wing after finding you without any protection or family. From that point on, he has taken care of you like you were his younger sibling, and you cherished him with your whole heart.

“Walker,” his eyes shot up, looking at the direction you’re pointing at, “about a mile or so from the bus and a couple hundred feet from us. I’ll keep an eye, go warn the others.” Hesitantly, he quietly got up and climbed down, rushing to the bus where the others are.

You kept your eyes trained on the walker as it began to limp towards a tree. It leaned back and looked up at the branches, spotting nothing but leaves there and continued on to another tree. You realized what it was doing, mind flooding with questions on how it was capable of thinking outside of the box like that. It looked up into the trees to see if there may be some sort of food.

From the corner of your eye, your head sharply moved left to spot three more walkers. The area wasn’t safe.

Step two: Double Check

Step two: Fight or Flight

Now, in this case, you would have to think logically about these situations. There are four walkers; three are together, one is solo, so there has to be more further down. You had to make the decision fast, but this was just an obvious choice.

You swiftly moved down the tree, attempting to not make a loud sound. Once your feet touched the floor, you made a run for the bus. At that point, flight all the way even if the walkers hear you.

Unfortunately, they heard you.

You tried to keep a steady breathing pattern as you made a run from the growing mob of zombies. You glanced back, quickly counting what you can before spotting the dirty yellow bus in the distance. Your breathing began to get heavier, your legs starting to wear out before you remembered the next step from the ‘Fight or Flight’ pathway.

Step three: Fight - Lure and Quick

Step three: Flight - Signal

You reached into your jacket and found your remote. You clicked the red button three times which sends a signal to the whole crew that it wasn’t only fleeing from a small group of zombies, but from a whole army of them.

You heard the engine of the bus rumble to life, knowing that they got your signal. You heard a sharp boom, hearing the screeches of zombies falling back. You knew it was Seonghwa and San sniping from top of the bus. As you got closer, you spotted Jongho and Yunho out the sides of the windows with their rifles, shooting at the feet of the zombies to slow them down.

However, you didn’t realize your legs were also slowing down. If it wasn’t for the yelling of your boyfriend matching with the pitch of the zombies behind you, you probably would have been caught.

Step four: Keep Going

You pushed a little harder, your legs on the verge of giving out before the bus started to roll and slowly started to cruise. Upon reaching the bus, you see your boyfriend reach his hand out the doorway. “Come on, you got this!” You heaved, eyes beginning to water as you thought that this could be it for you. “Reach for my hand, baby! I got you okay? Just reach for it!”

The odor and disgusting noises of the zombies so close to you made the hairs on the back of your neck stand as you made the final leap, grasping onto Wooyoung's arm. Holding on tight, you felt the bus accelerate as another pair of hands grabbed your waist and tugged you in the bus.

You landed in Wooyoung's arms, heart pounding and tears slowly falling onto his shirt. You faintly heard the sound of guns being fired and Wooyoung thanking Mingi who closed the door. You look at the front of the bus, watching the radio and monitor before hugging Wooyoung tighter. “Does Yeosang have new coordinates for another spot?”

“Yeah, he does.” You took in a shaky breath before sitting up and looking around you, seeing that everyone is scouting to make sure there are no walkers trying to follow the bus. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You nodded softly, leaning your head against him before closing your eyes to the feeling of his hand rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

Step five: Breathe

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unlikely allies ; txt x reader

part: three ,,,, next chapter / previous chapter

plot: when a zombie apocalypse breaks out in your town, you’re forced to team up with a group of boys from very different social standards in your school.

genre: fluff, angst, horror i guess?, not really that scary but alright, some funny moments

w/c: 4.2K

warnings: blood, gruesome scenes (kind of really detailed), cursing, everyone hates each other, definitely some major injuries, zombies duh, everyone kinda pining for mc

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"do you even like me?" this is the part where he hurts you. you wouldn't say you had strong feelings for yeonjun but you did think he was good looking. even though he was mostly mean to everyone you hoped he would change and be a good link to the tiny group you all formed.

"i think so, i don't really know yet to be honest," he answers you. you nod and sigh, satisfied with his answer towards you for now. "sorry for what i said earlier. you weren't being childish, i'm sorry i couldn't help you back then, and im sorry for starting that fight."

you reassure him that its fine but you still feel a weird pit in your stomach worrying about beomgyu. you hope he's ok.

after your little moment with yeonjun in the janitor's closet, you and yeonjun decided it's best to just not talk about it. you figured it's best to just leave that where it happened. you weren't sure how the incident would affect the group dynamic but you hoped yeonjun wouldn't bring it up to anyone.

you didn't even have strong feelings for him either so you felt like it wasn't that big of a deal. apparently, yeonjun didn't seem to have strong feelings for you either but you knew his persona. he would probably hold it over everyone else in the group like some kind of weird achievement.

you both stepped out of the janitor's closet with caution. there seemed to not be any zombies located in the hall you were located at. they must've all migrated elsewhere in the school to find more victims to consume. after surveying the hall for any threats, yeonjun nods back at you. you step out and let out a breath.

"where to?" yeonjun asks. the only place you could think of to go to was back to the principal's office. there were no threats there and it's where taehyun and soobin were located. well you hoped they were there. you told them not to follow you but you weren't sure if they had listened to you. it would only make sense for them to not more and stay in a relatively safe space like the principal's office.

"taehyun and soobin are at the principal's office," you mumble. you're already on your way there when yeonjun suddenly gains speed, rushing more ahead than you. "hey!" you shout in alarm. not loud enough to alert anything that may be near but just loud enough to catch yeonjun's attention. you weren't about to be left in the dust to anything lurking in the darkness behind you again.

yeonjun doesn't give you the time of the day, simply chuckling at your previous statement. you rush after him, not really sure about his newfound attitude.

once you both arrive at the principal's office, yeonjun slams the door open with more force than you thought he possessed. your eyes widen at how he seems to not care about the fact that you guys are supposed to be laying low. you start to grow angry at how irrational he can be. "yeonj-"

"you fucking asshole!" yeonjun growls, cutting you off. on the floor of the office are taehyun and soobin. the baseball team's equipment and all the contents of the first aid kit are littered all over the floor. they seemed to have been looking over the supplies you all have gathered over the past hour. taehyun stares up at yeonjun with alarm written all over his face over how loud he's being. soobin looks up at yeonjun bewilderingly, not anticipating his presence.

"dude-" soobin starts. yeonjun cuts him off with a solid punch to the jaw. you stand by the door in shock at what's happening. you figured yeonjun would've learned from past experience not to make a commotion by fighting but of course, you can't expect too much from him.

soobin holds his jaw in disbelief but quickly recovers, retaliating with a strike of his own. both boys start to go at it with each other in a matter of seconds. you swear every time with them is like a flash of deja vu. this time won't be like the last though, you're not getting split up like last time and you know if they keep fighting they may alert anything that could be out there.

you see taehyun scramble to gather up everything on the floor so that nothing gets damaged from the tussle happening just inches from him. you know that he's very limited as to what he can and cannot do, so you know he wouldn't opt for breaking up the fight with an injured hand. comparing your strength to that of soobin's or yeonjun's leaves you with no option. you wouldn't possibly be able to break up a fight between them, they're way too into the zone.

you catch a glimpse of the gun soobin had used on you and taehyun when you both first arrived at the office. you run towards it's spot on the floor and grab it. when you stand back up, you point the gun towards the two boys on the floor. "hey!" you shout. you really hope nothing outside heard you but you hope it's loud enough to catch both of their attention. you manage to catch taehyun's attention who's staring at you wide eyed.

"what the hell are you doing!" he says worriedly. you ignore him, cocking the gun back. it makes a loud click noise that reverberates throughout the room. the two boys on the floor stop fighting to stare up at you with alarm. soobin who is on top of yeonjun takes his hands off yeonjun's neck to hold them up in surrender. he looks like a lost puppy and you want to coo at him but decide against it. you wave the gun to indicate for him to get off yeonjun and he complies silently. you then point the gun at yeonjun who scrambles to kneel on his knees. he too holds his hands up in surrender and when you wave the gun for him to shuffle further away from soobin he complies.

"im not gonna shoot either of you," you assure. you hear taehyun let out a breath of relief. you weren't that dumb, you knew that shooting the gun would cause an extremely loud sound that would attract anything even just in the area. plus, you wouldn't shoot anyone on your team.

"just stop fucking fighting for once!" you exasperate. you drop the gun, walking around the room. both soobin and yeonjun are still in their respective positions, so you take that as a sign to continue. "we're living through whatever this is, together! you both are being selfish by fighting with each other. it's not just about you both but me! and taehyun!" you purse your lips looking between yeonjun and soobin.

"if you would've kept fighting who knows what could've been just around the corner. we would've been done," you say sternly. "yeonjun you should know this already since it's because of your fight with beomgyu that we got split up in the first place!"

"if you wanna keep fighting take it out into the halls and get eaten by those zombies but don't put taehyun and i in danger because of whatever it is that's going on between you two," you finish off by sighing. you're glad you got that off your chest because it was really starting to bother you. so far every problem you've encountered was started off by a fight of some sort and you really hoped it would stop.

you walk up to taehyun and sit near him to cool down. up until now, you'd say he was the most level headed out of the group. after a beat of silence, soobin is the first to speak up, "im sorry." you're not sure who he's apologizing to. yeonjun? you and taehyun? you frankly don't care enough to ask. yeonjun says nothing as he stands up to sit somewhere. he folds his arms over his chest like a child who hasn't got his way. "what now?"

taehyun speaks up this time. "i think if there's a chance to find anyone else we should, we have to do at least one more round of the school just in case." you nod along to his statement. there could be a possibility of someone still alive out there. soobin shakes his head, "hell no, there's no way there are people still alive. by this point, there's probably a whole hoard of zombies out there. there's absolutely no way anyone is alive."

"we have to try," you encourage. "i'm willing to take a chance," taehyun adds. you see yeonjun roll his eyes. "is there a problem with that plan?" you ask in a challenging tone.

he shrugs, "nope, there are no problems. im in," he sighs, looking up at you through his lashes. this time you roll your eyes. you can't believe you actually kissed him before, he's unbearable. you turn to soobin, who looks unsure.

"come on soobin, if you go solo at this point you're for sure going to die. i don't want that," you say lightly. you really don't want that, you don't want anyone that you've met so far to die. it would haunt you forever.

taehyun and yeonjun frown at your statement but you don't notice. all of your attention is on soobin. he looks up at you and he swears he can see a halo above your head, "fine i'll go with you. who knows you might need my help?" he smirks at you. at this, you finally laugh your first genuine laugh of the day which feels refreshing.

taehyun clears his throat which cuts off your little moment. "we're gonna be helping each other ok?" you look over to him and he looks a bit annoyed. you make a mental note to talk to him later to see what's on his mind. "y/n is a priority to me," soobin shrugs. you don't pick up on the implications his statement has but taehyun and yeonjun seem to. before you can think deeper about what that could mean, soobin adds, "it's just because they seem like the glue this team needs."

"bullshit," yeonjun says under his breath. soobin chuckles, turning to look back at yeonjun who's sitting nonchalantly at the principal's desk, "there you go saying shit under your breath again."

"what about it?" yeonjun challenges. soobin is about to stand up when taehyun gets in front of his frame to stop him. "just stop," he says calmly. you know he's irritated just by the way he's looking at soobin. you seriously think he has some prior beef with the purple-haired boy.

"let's just go survey the school then get the hell out of here and find some help," taehyun deadpans. you watch him pick his book bag up from the floor and shove the first aid kit in it. everyone takes this as the hint to get up and get a move on.

before leaving the safety of the principal's office, you all check around to see if there's anything that could be of use. of course there's nothing except for the gun soobin found prior to your arrival. you decide to let him keep it since he seems capable enough of wielding it. taehyun gives you and yeonjun some gear and metal bats for defense. you all also check yourselves in case any of you need medical assistance. since soobin and yeonjun got into that fight earlier you patch both of them up quickly.

"ok we ready?" taehyun asks. you all nod and yeonjun is the first to step out into the hall. he first sticks his head out to check if the coast is clear and when he confirms it is, he completely steps out. "this is weird but im not complaining," he shrugs. you do find it a bit off that there aren't any zombies in your hall but don't dwell on it.

"we should still keep our guard up," soobin says, walking ahead of the group. he and yeonjun walk a little further while you and taehyun straggle behind. you take this opportunity to catch up with him. "hey whats up?"

he smiles at you but it fades as soon as it appears. "i know i said all that but what if we don't find anyone? what if beomgyu is dead? what if we're just walking straight to our deaths?" he rambles. he's not speaking loud enough for the other two boys to hear. you nod, "well if we die, we died trying? we're gonna find beomgyu though and we're gonna find another living person. we're gonna make it out of here alive taehyun, we've got each other," you reassure.

he smiles, nodding at the ground. you see his smile fall once again, "where did you go earlier when you left?" damn it, you hoped he would just forget about that. "i was worri- soobin and i were pretty worried that we wouldn't ever see you again, but we stayed put in case you came back."

you bite your lip trying to find the best way to phrase what happened between you and yeonjun. you're not sure why you're trying to hide it, it's not like taehyun really meant anything to you other than someone who you didn't want dying. "well i was just walking and i ran into yeonjun. we talked for a bit and just went back to the principal's office."

well it's not like you're lying to him. you're just not saying the complete truth.

"you should be careful around yeonjun...and soobin too," taehyun warns. you raise your brow at this. up until now taehyun had been pretty passive around the other boys but for him to be trying to steer you away from them raises some questions. "why?" you ask.

"i just feel like they have bad intentions towards you...i don't know. they might want to sacrifice us to stay alive," taehyun mumbles. "plus i don't like how close soobin gets to you, it feels weird."

you look at him surprised. "soobin is a good guy. i know he gets into a lot of fights but he's kind. please don't worry too much." taehyun rolls his eyes at your naivety but says nothing else. you grab his hand for extra encouragement but don't notice how he gets choked up at your sudden touch.

"we'll be ok."

"what are you guys doing back there?" yeonjun calls out. you see him and soobin eyeing your intertwined hands. yeonjun narrows his eyes and pokes his tongue through his cheek. soobin has his lips pursed. "someone needed a pep talk!" you joke. you pull taehyun along to catch up with them, your hands still intertwined.

"uh huh..." yeonjun breathes. soobin says nothing, simply walking away silently.

in that moment you all suddenly hear someone yell out in pain. soobin stops in his tracks and all your eyes widen. "it came from the boy's bathroom!" soobin exclaims. you all run off in that direction. when you arrive you all run to where the stalls are and see someone on the floor with a zombie on top of them. "SOMEONE PL-PLEASE HELP!" the person yells.

taehyun lets go of you to run towards the zombie and the person. the zombie is snarling and snapping at the person while they scream out wildly. taehyun takes out his bat from behind him and swings it just at the perfect angle to send the zombie's head flying to the nearby wall. it's blood spurts out all other the person on the floor and some of it gets on taehyun. he visibly cringes as the body slumps over whoever is on the floor.

taehyun uses his bat to move the undead body. it's inner limbs slide off the person and taehyun's jaw drops.

"b-beomgyu?"

everyone unfreezes at that moment to rush over to his side. he's still on the ground and he looks traumatized with fear. his eyes are wide open and his lips are parted and chapped. his eyes dart to you and he suddenly breaks out into shaken sobs. "h-h-help m-me," he says in between sobs.

your heart is beating rapidly and you're not really sure what to do. too many things are happening at once. you run your eyes over his frame and notice that he's holding his wrist tightly. it's quite bloody, a little too bloody for your liking and a sinking feeling grows within you.

"b-beomgyu? beomgyu? a-are you ok?" you say shakily. nobody is really sure what to do so you motion to taehyun to hand you the first aid kit. you look up at yeonjun and taehyun, "could you guys guard the door while i see what's wrong. soobin please help me, i wanna lean him against the wall."

they all nod, yeonjun and taehyun take their positions at the door while soobin helps you situate beomgyu by the wall. here you can look over him properly. his breathing is shallow and his eyes are only fixated on you. "y/n be careful," soobin warns. you bring your hand up to his fluffy hair which is untamed and all over the place now. you use the same hand to wipe off some blood from his face.

"i-i think- i think-" beomgyu tries to speak but he seems to be in shock. anyone would be at this point. it reminds you of the situation you were in earlier. "please breathe," you say. you hope you sound calm but you know your voice is shaky.

he winces as he tightens his hold on his wrist. "beomgyu w-what happened to your wrist?" you ask. you don't really want to know at this point but you ask anyway.

"i- i- think i got b-bit," he says painfully.

more tears start to fall from his face now that he's said it out loud. you see soobin reach for his gun and your eyes widen. you grab soobin's arm to stop him and he jolts back. "h-he's bit," soobin mumbles in fear. beomgyu shakes his head violently as if he can't believe it himself.

"w-wait no i-im not bit i-i swear! i j-just th-think!" he removes his hand from his wrist and you gasp in horror. soobin's jaw drops too. beomgyu's wrist has incredibly deep teeth marks that almost go all the way through. there's blood gushing from the wound and pale veins run up his arm.

soobin swiftly backs away from beomgyu, standing up and pulling the gun from his back pocket. beomgyu looks up at soobin with tears streaming down his face and his lip is trembling violently at the sight of the weapon. you throw yourself in front of beomgyu's resting body on the ground. "NO!" you yell.

you hear beomgyu behind you poorly try to muffle his cries, "i- i- don't wanna die please."

"soobin," you warn. "y/n h-he's bit. he's gonna turn if i don't kill him. would you rather him be a living dead?" he motions the gun to the side indicating for you to move but you don't budge. there are now tears streaming down your face. you don't wanna see your friend get shot right in front of your face.

"what's going on in there? is beomgyu ok?" you hear taehyun yell from the entrance. soobin bites his lip contemplating on whether or not to snitch. you shake your head slowly. you don't want everyone being wary of beomgyu's current state. yeonjun for sure will want to kill beomgyu and taehyun will probably agree to it because he's scared.

"b-butterfly knife," beomgyu mumbles weakly. you turn to look at him and he looks really drained. you don't know how long it takes for someone to transform but you hope it's not quick. "w-what?" you lean into him. "y/n don't get close to him like that!" soobin warns, getting closer to beomgyu while holding the gun out.

"c-cut it o-off," beomgyu suggests. you and soobin share a look of surprise. cut it off? that could work and stop it from spreading to his entire body but cutting off someone's hand was something neither of you has ever had to do. you think you'd throw up seeing that much blood.

"i-" beomgyu breathes out. "i trust you." he uses his free hand to take the knife out from his pocket. he was carrying a knife this whole time? now that you think about you do remember he was using one in the hallway before this all started. "b-but i never- i nev-" your eyes widen when beomgyu uses his little bit of energy to launch himself forward to kiss you.

it doesn't last long since soobin immediately shoves him back to the wall. "don't do that," soobin says assertively. this time he presses the gun directly onto beomgyu's skull. "i-if i turn i h- i hope i bite y-you first," beomgyu spits. soobin rolls his eyes, "one bullet and you're gone, don't test me."

"soobin please just move," you sigh. you look at beomgyu pitifully. he looks like shit and you hope that if you all get out of this, that he gets proper medical help. "d-don't look a-at me like that," he chuckles forcefully. he doesn't seem ashamed of the kiss, he must not care because he figures he's going to die in a couple of minutes.

you say nothing as you wrap a band around his arm tightly. you grimace as you tightening it causes it to gush out more blood. you see beomgyu trying not to scream out in pain. "i-its gotta be tight, im sorry," you explain. he just nods.

you open the bottle of alcohol and messily pour it over the wound, causing it to string. "s-shit!" beomgyu yells out. "im sorry," you mumble. you take the numbing cream out of the kit and bite your lip. the bottle is too small, it won't possibly cover the entire wounded area.

you try your best to cover it as much as possible but you know he's still going to feel a bit of it. "you're gonna need to bite on something, it's gonna hurt."

you send soobin to fetch you a toilet paper roll. there's not much toilet paper on it so you figure it'll fit in his mouth. "its the best we can do," you place the toilet paper roll between his lips gently and he immediately bites down on it. he makes a noise of acknowledgment.

just then yeonjun runs back into the bathroom. "what the fuck is g-" his jaw drops at the sight of beomgyu's wound and you holding a knife to his wrist. "h-he's bit?" he whispers. you shake your head, not wanting to talk at this moment. you don't want beomgyu to get worked up again by being constantly reminded that he's gotten bit.

(now that im reading over this it could be potentially triggering, just skip over this! don't worry it's just cutting his hand off! to save the details)

you place the blade to beomgyu's wrist and he sucks in a breath. "i-it'll be over soon," you assure. tears are freely falling from your eyes just like beomgyu although his are more furious. soobin flinches himself as you start to cut. yeonjun turns away, walking back towards the entrance to save himself from seeing that. he also warns taehyun not to inside if he doesn't wanna see that.

beomgyu is shrieking madly but it's muffled by the toilet paper. his body is thrashing wildly from the contact of the blade through his body. it's foreign and it hurts, he doesn't like it. you take this as your cue to go quicker to save him from the excruciating pain.

(end of scene if you skipped!)

it takes a couple of minutes but you finally manage to amputate beomgyu's hand. you don't know how you managed to hold back the bile in your throat but you did. soobin had to step out due it being too much to handle so you were now left alone with a very drained beomgyu. he was staring at you with a dazed look.

he didn't seem to have turned so you figure he's ok for the most part, he just needs time to recover from the shock of having his hand cut off. you've wrapped it in so many bandages that you think he probably can't even feel it at that point.

"this might be a stupid question but how do you feel?" you ask.

he smiles at you weakly. "at least im not dead," he jokes. you smile lightly at him, shaking your head. "c-could you run your hands through my hair...it's comforting." you comply, sitting next to him against the wall and running your hands through his hair. it's still messy and his forehead is riddled with sweat so you hope you can make him look at least a bit better, not that it matters.

"thank you," he mumbles. you sigh, "im sorry this happened to you. we should've never gotten split up." you know there's really nothing you could've done but you still feel the need to apologize for something at least. "it's my fault for wandering off, i was being stubborn," he explains softly.

you both don't say anything after that but he turns his head towards you, looking down at your lips. he was probably taking that time to contemplate whether or not to kiss you again.

you let him. on the floor of the grimy school bathroom where he got bit and where he got his hand amputated. you let him kiss you.

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