keepswingin · 1 year ago
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nct 127 fanfic / rated m / gen / status: ongoing
maybe the world ended because it was supposed to
chapter one (7k) nowhere left for us to go
chapter two (11k) don't look back
read all chapters on AO3
fic inspo posts
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after-midnight-rp · 2 years ago
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❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝
― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.
Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?
Come and join, after midnight.
Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave
↬ The Lore and World ⎰ Races ⎰ Apply 101 ⎰ Rules and Guidelines ⎰ Masterlist ⎰
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anothershorthuman · 7 months ago
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Stay Alive Pt. 8
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pairings: nct dream x platonic!reader, afab!reader (you wear a skirt, but they/them pronouns are used), ??? x reader x ???
genre: zombie apocalypse au, high school au, angst, fluff, humor, not really horror but it's zombies ya'know
word count: 3.0k
series warnings: blood, injuries & fighting, suicide, character death, swearing, again... zombies.
chpt warnings: medical malpractice, mentions of dead parents, swearing
summary: nobody was ready for a zombie apocalypse. you were definitely not ready for a zombie apocalypse. while contemplating just giving up and accepting your fate, you meet a group of boys. life may seem pointless now, but at the very least, you now have a reason to stay alive.
previous: masterlist: next
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The camp isn’t as full as Jaemin thought it would be. Sure, there are several hundred people, but there are plenty of empty beds. The camp is broken up into several buildings: 4 housing lodges, 3 bathroom lodges, 1 cafeteria, the 2 medical buildings near the entrance, the staff entrance building, and a giant courtyard in the middle. 
The boys were given a tour after all of their medical examinations and given color coded wristbands in order to place them in a lodging house. Mark and Chenle were put into the green house, Renjun, Haechan, and Jisung in the yellow house. The remaining two houses were blue and red, but the wristbands given to Jeno and Jaemin were orange. 
“What the fuck is orange?” Jaemin asks the guard giving them a tour. 
“The two of you were uncooperative when you were found. Think of it as your first warning.” 
They were instructed to stay in the red lodging house. Apparently, that is where all of the uncooperative residents stayed, as well as off-guard security and military. Jeno assumed that this is similar to what being in prison was like. Uncooperative residents were only allowed in the red lodge and other communal spaces. People placed in other housing lodges were free to enter any building except the staff building. There was a curfew, everyone was to be in their housing lodge at midnight.
The boys sat together at the outskirts of the courtyard. Jeno was glaring at anyone that stared a little too hard. They had tried looking for you, assuming that your medical examination must have gone by quicker than theirs considering you were by yourself and yet, you were nowhere to be found.
“What if something was wrong with them?” Chenle asked. The implication was understood by everyone, what if you had been infected?
“Don’t say that.” Renjun is quick to shoot him down. “We asked the guards if they were fine and they said they are so… they’re fine.”
Jaemin is picking at the skin around his nails, “Fine my ass. We should find them and get out of here.”
“Maybe we should leave without them.” Everyone's heads whip to look at Jeno in surprise. He shrugs a bit, “Don’t look at me like that. If the government wants to keep them for whatever reason, maybe we should let them. I mean, it's the government! What the hell are we supposed to do against the government?”
Haechan is the first to defend you, “We’re not supposed to abandon our friends.”
Jeno shakes his head, “I’m glad you could find comfort in them after what happened with your mom, but they aren’t the only ones wanting to help you through that. We need to be realistic, okay?” When an uncomfortable silence follows his statement he continues, “This isn’t me not wanting to be their friend. This is me prioritizing the friends I have in front of me right now.”
Jeno’s a bit out of breath after his outburst and his eyes flicker between all of the boys trying to gauge their reaction. 
“Maybe he’s right.” Jisung says softly. He’s ripping up the blades of grass in front of him as he talks, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. “If something were to happen to them, or anyone of us, they wouldn’t want the rest of us to be hung up on it, right? We can’t just sit around and do nothing. If something happens to me, I want you guys to make a run for it. Keep living.”
Chenle stands up and speaks as he dusts off his pants, “I don’t give a shit what you guys say. Leave for all I care, but I’m not leaving without knowing why they’re being so secretive about keeping my friend isolated and away from us.” And with that he left towards the green lodge. Mark is quick to run off after him, assuring the others that he’ll be back after making sure that he’s okay. Jisung follows.
Renjun sighs, this really wasn’t how he thought this conversation would go. Jeno has been nothing but candid with his distaste for you, even if he’s unwilling to explain where these feelings originated. He’s also noticed the complete opposite with Jaemin. All of the second years know that Jaemin is a flirt, often taking people out on dates. There were rumors about how he would sneak his arm around his dates shoulders, his other hand maybe wandering. But Renjun knows that despite Jaemin’s flirtatious persona, those rumors were only rumors. Jaemin hadn’t been interested in anyone for years, but he wonders if maybe he’s interested in you now. Renjun glances at him, only to realize that Jaemin is already looking at him intently.
“What?” Renjun asks.
Jaemin shrugs, “You didn’t say anything earlier, I was just wondering what you’re thinking.”
“I’m worried about them too. But if everyone else wants to leave, then I’m okay with that too.”
Jaemin lets out a dry laugh, “So you don’t actually have an opinion?”
Renjun can feel his eyebrows rising, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you’re taking the easy way out. Would it kill you to be divisive?”
“I’m divisive when I need to be,” Renjun is quick to retaliate, “I care about the entire group and I understand that not everyone will agree with me, something that you don’t seem to understand.”
“Oh, I understand. I really just don’t care. If I’m right, I’m not gonna go along with everyone else because they agree. They’re still wrong.”
Renjun leans forward, challenging him, “So you’re never wrong?”
Jaemin sends him a lazy smile, “I’m never wrong.”
Sure, Renjun is annoyed with Jaemin’s answer, but it’s Jeno that scoffs in disagreement.
“I can name 5 different times you were wrong right now.” Jeno says.
“Do it.” Jaemin challenges.
“The time you told Haechan that Chaeyoung was into him and he should confess to her.”
“I knew she would reject him. But he had been doing unnecessary favors for her and Haechan was being used. She needed to straight up reject him so he could move on.”
“What?” Haechan exhaled in surprise, “You couldn’t have just told me she wasn’t into me!” He shoves Jaemin and Jaemin shoves him back and snickers.
“The time you stole Yangyangs money.”
“I saw him take it from a freshman. I gave it back to them.”
“When you skipped Chemistry for an entire semester.”
“That was the semester Yuna would not leave Renjun alone unless he had people around, I’d skip class so he wouldn’t be alone during lunch.”
“That’s why you’d eat lunch with me?” Renjun interrupts. 
Jaemin nods his head. “That girl was so fucking clingy, I figured you would like having a guard dog around for one period.”
Jeno laughs, “You did not just call yourself a guard dog.” Haechan starts to jokingly bark at Jaemin.
“I am one.” Jaemin smiles. “But see, I’m always right. So, we shouldn’t leave until all of us can leave together, okay?”
“Fine by me.” Renjun sighs.
“Jeno?”
Jeno is looking at his hands in his lap, smoothing out the wrinkles in his pants. “I don’t know, man.”
Jaemin scooches closer to Jeno, putting a hand on his knee. “Please, dude. For me?”
The breeze picks up, and Renjun can feel the hairs in the back of his neck sticking up. The wind rustles the trees surrounding the camp and the leaves fall into the camp. 
“Okay.” Jeno says.
Haechan interrupts the moment with his loud voice, “No one’s gonna ask me what I think?”
Mark watches Chenle pout and whine to Jisung about how unfair everything is. If the circumstances had been different, Mark would probably have even thought that Chenle looked cute. He would have leaned over and squeezed his cheeks affectionately, teased him about his complaining. Sadly, they were still in the middle of the first zombie apocalypse known to man, so the temper tantrum was more annoying than cute.
“Can you chill out, man?” Mark asks.
Chenle’s mouth opens in an “O,” seemingly shocked by Mark's statement. “I can’t believe you just said that to me!” he complains.
Jisung is trying his hardest not to laugh. Really, he is. He knows that there isn’t anything funny about Mark reprimanding Chenle or having an argument about potentially leaving someone behind to die, and yet he can’t stop the giggles that leave his mouth. This, in turn, prompts Chenle to start giggling too. Soon, they are both cackling, leaning onto each other for support. Chenle is doubling over in laughter and Jisung is hitting him on the back as he starts to wheeze. 
Mark can’t do anything else but watch. His face expression is contorted into one of confusion, his eyebrows pulled together and his mouth slightly open as if to ask a question. His face only makes the other two boys laugh harder. Mark sighs deeply and leaned back on his two hands. 
“Okay, okay,” Jisung says, wheezing between laughs, “We’re done.”
Chenles laughing lessens when he sees that Mark didn’t seem amused by their outburst. He didn’t mean to be annoying, but it felt like all his repressed emotions were starting to catch up to him. 
“This is serious,” Mark said.
Chenle scoffed, “You think I don’t know that? Tell me why I’m the only person that gives a fuck as to if one of our friends is okay?”
“Are they really our friend?” Jisung asks.
“Are you seriously asking me that right now?” Chenle says with eyebrows raised.
One of Mark's hands came up to rub his face, he really was struggling to keep his frustrations at bay. “We met them a couple days ago, Chenle. And they held a knife to my neck!”
“Maybe you only met them a couple days ago. But they’re in Jisung and my homeroom, they’re my friend.”
“Friend is a stretch, don’t you think?” Jisung says, “I mean, they sat all the way in the back and barely talked to anyone.”
“They’re my friend, okay?” Chenle was clearly becoming more irritated by their line of questioning, “Just because you didn’t talk to them doesn’t mean that I never did.”
Chenle was on his own. Usually, he and Jisung would sit outside their homeroom before class started, talking about basketball or the latest anime episode they had watched. But, Jisung was sick and wouldn’t be at school today and Chenle didn’t feel like talking to anyone else. So he figured he would walk into class early that day and just wait in his seat for the day to start. He figured that he could use some peace and quiet and he hoped to spend some time alone.
Except, he wasn’t alone. When he walked into the classroom, you were already in your seat. You barely acknowledged him as he walked to his seat in front of you, but he noticed the way your lips twitched up when he greeted you. 
The two of you coexisted for a while. Chenle had even pulled out some homework to do. He was erasing something when his arm bumped into his pencil and it fell onto the floor. When he bent over to pick it up, he noticed your own paper. Instead of working on homework, you had been drawing. There were swirls and geometric shapes intricately drawn across your paper. In the center there was a jellyfish.
“I, uh, like your drawing.”
Your head snaps up, not having realized that he had turned around and was watching you. You put your pencil down and rest your hand on your desk, covering up the majority of your drawing.
“It’s nothing.” You mutter.
Chenle shakes his head, “It’s not nothing. I think it’s cool. Do you like jellyfish?”
“It’s not a jellyfish,” you say rather dryly, “It’s a man-o-war.”
His head tilts to the side, wanting to get a better look at the drawing, “A man-o-what?” He’s still trying to look at the drawing when he hears a small laugh. His eyes drift upward towards your face, and he catches a glimpse of amusement on your face before it disappears again. A small smile spread on his own face, he was starting to like talking to you, even if you thought he was sort of dumb.
“A Portuguese man-o-war. Don’t worry, I’m not good at drawing and it gets confused for jellyfish all the time.”
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Renjun, Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin are now laying side by side on the grass. They assumed that the other boys would join them when they finished having their own discussion but they had been laying there for a while. They were getting some looks from the people that would walk past them, but they don't mind. 
“Our lives are ruined, aren’t they? Renjun asks softly. The other boys don’t have an answer for his question but when he peeks at them from his spot on the ground, he can tell they’re thinking about what he said. It really did seem like their lives were over. All of their dreams and aspirations were thrown out the window. Renjun would never get to have a display of his art in a museum and his parents would never see why he was so sure about moving to Korea to work on his craft. In fact, he might not see his parents ever again. 
He blinked away tears before the boys could see them well up in his eyes.
You wake up feeling incredibly sluggish, fighting to keep your eyes from falling shut once again. You instinctively try to rub away the tiredness from your eyes but find that your wrists have been secured to the hospital-like bed that you are lying in. 
Memories start coming back to you: arriving at the camp after being attacked, being separated from the boys, and weird doctors and nurses. There is a faint beeping to the left of you, presumably some sort of machine that takes your vitals and an iv that is attached to your left arm. Your arm feels tired and sore and you begin to wonder if they have something else dripping into your bloodstream. 
Now, feeling more aware of your surroundings, you realize that you are no longer in the same room you were last in with the nurse. Although this room is similar, with the general feeling of being in a clinic or hospital, it is bigger. There is a curtain that blocks your view of half the room and you wonder if there is anyone in the room that isn’t visible to you. The room is devoid of any furniture, with the exception of your bed. There's a cabinet against the wall and a manila folder on top of it. Your fingers twitch, maybe you could figure out what these people wanted with you if you could just read that file that they had made about you. 
Your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of a door suddenly opening. The door is behind the curtain, so you aren’t able to see who has walked into the room, but you can see their feet from below the curtain. They are presumably a man wearing dress shoes, some sort of loafers. They are polished and squeak against the floor as he walks across the floor. A big hand reaches around the side of the curtain and pulls it back. You are faced with a middle aged man, wearing a white lab coat over a navy blue sweater and beige dress pants. He’s got glasses on and his hair is the only part of him that doesn’t look put together, like he’s been running his fingers through it too many times. 
He smiles when you make eye contact, an attempt to be polite, you presume, but do not give him the courtesy of smiling back or speaking with him. You stare at each other rather blankly for a second before he starts speaking. 
“I’m sure you must be very confused right now. My name is Lee Changsub, I'm the camp's main doctor.”
You continue to stare blankly at him. If he’s the main doctor, it’s likely that it’s his fault that you’re in this position to begin with. If he’s in control, there’s no use in trying to communicate with him, he’s only speaking with you because he wants something and the camp had made it very clear that they were willing to take whatever it is they wanted without consent, it was the government, of course.
He looks away for a second, wiping his palms on his coat and then awkwardly putting them into his coat pockets. How funny, a doctor made uncomfortable by a teen. 
“Do you, uh, wanna know why you’re here?” 
He fidgets as he waits for a response from you. He looks at you expectantly, but only receives a nod from you.
“Will you not speak to me? I’ve been told that you’re a bit abrasive.”
“Who told you that?” You ask sharply, “Miss Kang?”
His eyes widen a bit and his mouth opens and closes a couple times.
“Do you mean Dr. Kang?”
You roll your eyes, “Yes, Dr Kang.”
Changsub is clearly floored by your mockery, but it leaves you feeling confused. Are you the first person that they have strapped down against their will? Had he expected you to be in a good mood after what happened?
“What time is it?” you ask.
“I'm not sure,” Changsub says as he walks over to the cabinet, looking through the file. He seems to only skim the pages, glancing at you every once in a while. You revert back to silence. 
He leans a bit on the cabinet, suddenly becoming very comfortable. He puts his weight onto his arm that's on top of the counter and crosses his feet casually. You’re pretty sure you even see his lips twitch into a brief smile.
“This camp has been tasked with finding a cure to this spreading disease and you’re going to help me find it.”
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a/n: hello,, thank you for reading this chapter! things are really gonna start picking up soon and im excited for you guys to read it! This chapter may feel like a lot of nothing lol, but i promise it's heading somewhere
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restlessmaknae · 1 year ago
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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]
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Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞
Now, onto the good stuff.
As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.
HOW DOES THAT WORK?
You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):
Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured
Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers
Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments
Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters
Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts
Here are some examples:
best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)
prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom
zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery
RULES
Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested
I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it
Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)
I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)
There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰
One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)
I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first
I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message
BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:
A.C.E
ATEEZ
CIX
CRAVITY
ENHYPEN
EPEX
GOLDEN CHILD
NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)
ONEUS
P1HARMONY
PENTAGON
SF9
THE BOYZ
TXT
VERIVERY
VICTON
WEI
Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon
If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!
Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰
Tagging everyone on my taglist in case you would be interested in requesting (some I couldn't tag, unfortunately): @dat-town, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @koishua, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @effulgentfireflies, @kuleo26, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @squiishymeow, @sunooslover, @heyditseeey, @syrxiee2, @tsunchani, @hyunjinswife, @sweetjaemss, @laaylaaz, @fvrteez, @chaeryeongs-wife, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @kyusqult, @chang-ryul, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @i2kittenz, @miafox117, @hannieyooon, @soobin-chois, @ishuayou
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writemekpop · 2 years ago
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Idol Spotlight | Qian Kun
Ay-yo! Let us take you on a journey through our fave Kun fics...
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🌻 - Fluff  ☔️ - Angst  💋 - Smut
1. Be My Baby 💋
Summary: One night, your old flame Kun calls you back to his apartment, to treat his sick baby. The wine flows, and your feelings for him become stronger than ever…
Genre: Dad!Kun, College friends AU, Y/n has a crush on Kun
2. The Daddy Dilemma 🌻
Summary: All you want is some alone time with your husband Kun. But he’s refusing to let your baby out of his sight…
Genre: Anxious dad Kun, New Parents AU, suggestive
3. Busted! Part 1 | Part 2 🌻
Summary: When your half-naked boyfriend suddenly shows up at your door, you have to think fast. You’ve got to hide Kun from your parents, or you’ll be busted.
Prompt: House & “H- How long have you been standing there?”
4. Eat Your Heart Out ☔️
Summary: You and Kun are in a zombie apocalypse. One of you has to sacrifice your life. As things get worse, old wounds open up - like the time when someone cheated…
Genre: Angst, established relationship AU
+ NCT MAIN MASTERLIST+
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luumiinaa · 6 months ago
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General Tags
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⌞GENRES⌝ NAVIGATION ⌞RECS 1⌝ &TEAM ATZ BND BTS ENHA MISC ⌞RECS 2⌝ NCT RZE SVT SKZ TBZ TXT ZB1
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BY WORD-TYPE ⌞DRABBLE⌝ less than 1k ⌞SHORT⌝ 1k to 10k oneshot ⌞LONG⌝ 11k to 20k oneshot ⌞STORY⌝ 21k+ oneshot ⌞SMAU⌝ social media series ⋆ text blurbs ⌞SERIES⌝ long series ⋆ mini series ⋆ spinoffs ⌞MISCELLANEOUS⌝ headcanons ⋆ mtl
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BY SUBGENRE ⌞☾.ᐟ MOON⌝ lumi’s favourite ⌞☆.ᐟ MERCURY⌝ sfw ⋆ all about that fluff ⌞★.ᐟ MARS⌝ sfw ⋆ suggestively everything ⌞✧.ᐟ JUPITER⌝ nsfw ⋆ pwp ⌞✦.ᐟ VENUS⌝ nsfw ⋆ little to no plot, just 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝒯𝐻
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BY GENRE ⌞GENERAL⌝ fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ hurt/comfort ⋆ crack ⋆ slice of life ⋆ slow burn ⋆ dark fic
⌞LOVERS⌝ friends ⋆ strangers ⋆ frenemies ⋆ enemies ⋆ coworkers ⋆ ex lovers ⋆ secret lovers ⋆ friends to more ⋆ established relationship
⌞TROPES⌝ childhood friends ⋆ best friends ⋆ neighbours ⋆ brother’s best friend ⋆ best friends brother ⋆ roommates ⋆ fake dating
⌞SCENARIOS⌝ workplace romance ⋆ arranged marriage ⋆ love triangle ⋆ unrequited love ⋆ mutual pining ⋆ no strings attached ⋆ family dynamics
⌞THEME⌝ mob ⋆ historical ⋆ royalty ⋆ knightcore ⋆ gamer ⋆ sports ⋆ street racers ⋆ cyberpunk ⋆ dystopian ⋆ apocalypse ⋆ summertime vibes
⌞ACADEMIA⌝ highschool ⋆ college ⋆ hogwarts
⌞AUs⌝ spiderverse ⋆ avatar the last airbender ⋆ pokémon ⋆ genshin impact ⋆ star wars
⌞MAGICAL REALISM⌝ superpowers ⋆ soulmates ⋆ reincarnation ⋆ hanahaki ⋆ demigods
⌞SUPERNATURAL⌝ paranormal ⋆ witches and wizards ⋆ urban creatures ⋆ dragons ⋆ aquatic lore ⋆ faeries ⋆ vampires ⋆ omegaverse ⋆ hybrid
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misswoozi · 8 months ago
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✨ empty inbox! ✨
Bring me your best fictional discourse — SFW or NSFW! The groups and idols that I write for are listed in my pinned post (along with some basic rules!)
Need a little inspiration to get the creative juices flowing? I've got you covered! Here are some common types of ask I find in my inbox.
🍐 MTLs (ex. "Who in Twice is MTL likely to catch feelings for a FWB?")
🍊 Rating questions (ex. "Rate ATEEZ's kissing game out of 10."
🍒 Kink questions (ex. "What would Taeyeon/Seohyun be into?)
🍋 Compatibility questions (ex. "Who in Day6 is most compatabile with Kyungsoo?")
🥝 AU questions (ex. "Which NCT Dream ship best fits an Avatar the Last Airbender AU?")
🍓 Idol Would You Rather questions (ex. "Would Seungcheol rather tease his partner in public or be teased by his partner?)
🍌 Top 5's (ex. "Who are the top 5 idols who take the most artsy/aesthetic nudes?")
🥥 Cross-ship questions (ex. "Would Mina be compatible with Beomgyu?")
🍑 General discourse (ex. "Which idol would make the best zombie apocalypse survival partner?")
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thegreenlynx · 28 days ago
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The Ranguillins
Description: Multifandom interactive end of the world au where the readers decide how the story goes by voting on polls. When people’s bodies start being taken over by a newfound species of parasite called Ranguillins that turn them into superhuman zombie like creatures, the world suddenly goes to hell. Yet in a strange twist of fate several people seem to have suddenly been gifted super powers to help combat this sudden apocalypse. Will your decisions lead them down the right path or solidify their likely gruesome fate?
Who?: Stray Kids, The Boyz, NCT Dream, Ateez, OCs, & More…
Genre: Fantasy/Angst/Fluff
Content Warnings: Fem OCs, violence, character death, supernatural powers, nasty parasites, zombie-like creatures, probably entirely unrealistic and unscientific info (this is just for fun don’t take any of it seriously), potential bxb/ship content, more to be added…
Status: Coming Soon...
A/N: At the end of each chapter there will be an associated poll where you as readers decide how the story goes by picking the action a character takes next. You can look back on previous polls or vote on the current one by clicking on them here in the masterlist. Although I recommend doing so only AFTER you have read the associated chapter(s) because the polls may contain spoilers. After a certain point in the story there will also be checkpoints where you can see a bit of a recap of what’s going on with all of the characters (since there’s quite a few to keep track of). The ‘Map’ contains locations updated to the current chapter, it is not essential to the story in any way but if you wish to use it it’s there. Goes without saying but nothing in this story is real or represents any real people.
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Master List
Power Profiles: Stray Kids | The Boyz | NCT Dream | ATEEZ | OCs |
Map
Chapter 1: The Shining Gods (Poll 1) 🔜
Chapter 2: “Breaking News!” (Poll 2) 🔜
Chapter 3: Loners (Poll 3) 🔜
Chapter 4: Theater Boys (Poll 4) 🔜
Chapter 5: Vacation (Poll 5) 🔜
Chapter 6: Dorm Buds (Poll 6) 🔜
Chapter 7: The Trainee (Poll 7) 🔜
Chapter 8: The Gym Rats (Poll 8) 🔜
Chapter 9: Coffee & Cleaning (Poll 9) 🔜
Chapter 10: Art Club (Poll 10) 🔜
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colectingstrz · 1 year ago
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- LIBRARY
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- Do I take requests? no not really but feel free to make any suggestions and I’ll consider it
- What do I write? sfw, sometimes Drabbles
- What I don’t? Nsfw, topics surrounding abuse e.g physical, step sibling trope
- What groups do I write for ? As of now I’m planning on sticking to enhypen only and in the future will maybe do nct/txt also
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✎ᝰ. KEY : f: fluff | s: suggestive | a: angst | d: drabble | !: long (more then 7k)
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keepswingin · 2 years ago
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nobody said the road was endless
chapter one: nowhere left for us to go
nct gen, 7k+
The world doesn't end how anyone thinks it does. 
There is no definite moment of when it happens, or why. The end of the world isn't anyone's fault either, though some still try to throw blame at whatever they can reach. The sky, the oceans, the mountains. The government. God, even, when they're feeling particularly spiteful. None of it really matters. 
There's no one to complain to either, but Taeil still finds notices plastered in the oddest places, corners faded and peeling, preaching gospel to the empty space around them. He keeps a tally of how many he's seen, just for the fun of it. He doesn't know why it interests him, especially when he didn't care back then, and still doesn't care now. 
He is angry with us, this paper reads, stuck to the middle of a window. This is His Judgment.
Taeil rolls his eyes. 
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after-midnight-rp · 2 years ago
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❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝
― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.
Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?
Come and join, after midnight.
Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave
↬ The Lore and World ⎰ Races ⎰ Apply 101 ⎰ Rules and Guidelines ⎰ Masterlist ⎰
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anothershorthuman · 1 year ago
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Stay Alive Pt. 7
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pairings: nct dream x platonic!reader, afab!reader (you wear a skirt, but they/them pronouns are used), ??? x reader x ???
genre: zombie apocalypse au, high school au, angst, fluff, humor, not really horror but it's zombies ya'know
word count: 6.25k
series warnings: blood, injuries & fighting, suicide, character death, swearing, again... zombies.
chpt warnings: sexual assault, swearing, grief, dead parents, mentions sex and periods, guns and violence
summary: nobody was ready for a zombie apocalypse. you were definitely not ready for a zombie apocalypse. while contemplating just giving up and accepting your fate, you meet a group of boys. life may seem pointless now, but at the very least, you now have a reason to stay alive.
previous: masterlist: next
Your shift with Jaemin ends when the sun rises; he wakes you up first before waking the other boys by banging two pots together. They complain at the idea of getting up while the sun is still rising but comply once Jaemin promises them breakfast before they go back to walking. 
The boy's eagerness to eat is overwhelming for you, so you stand near the doorway to the kitchen, watching all of them stuff their faces with bacon and eggs as if they hadn’t eaten for days. You're watching Chenle and Jisung fight over a piece of bacon, eyebrows scrunching in disgust, when you feel someone nudging you with their elbow. You nod at Jeno in acknowledgement but say nothing as he hands you a plate with breakfast.  
“You should eat.” You nod in what Jeno assumes is appreciation, before he walks away. He watches from afar as you ignore the utensils he left you and eat the scrambled eggs with your hand. His eyes smile when he sees you immediately go for a second bite.
The seven of you walked in silence for maybe 20 minutes before Haechan had started complaining about how bored he was. You’re a little surprised when he decides to focus on annoying you rather than any of the boys. He had been trying to hold your hand for a while now, but you were slapping it away. Eventually he gives up on holding your hand but hooks his arm with yours, and is pleased when you don’t shove him away. Despite your weariness, the physical affection isn’t awful, and it reminds you of Jungwoo a little.
“There’s the corner store!” Haechan exclaims before running over, pulling you with him. 
Haechans fast pace doesn’t give you enough time to look at your surroundings and Haechan is too excited with the idea of seeing his family that he doesn’t notice the worried glances between Mark, Jeno, and Renjun.
You want to scold Haechan after you stumble into the store but become speechless after finally getting a good look at the inside of the store. The products of the store were completely scattered, on the floor and on the counter. The glass from the door and the freezers was shattered, with drinks and food scattered on the floor. The cash register was broken, as was the stool that was typically behind it. 
Haechan disconnects from you and begins to wander the store. He calls out for his mom, and then his sister, not being able to control the growing waver in his voice. 
You too are wandering the store when the rest of the boys finally enter the store. Walking past an aisle, you freeze. There’s a puddle of blood coming from behind a door, presumably a break room for the workers. You peak your head over an aisle, checking where the boys are. Haechan is the closest, but Renjun and Chenle are quickly approaching him and you hope they’ll keep him away from the blood, at least until you can figure out who it belongs to. You glance at Jeno and Mark who are standing by the cash register and consider grabbing one of them just in case things go wrong. 
You step around the blood and reach with a shaking hand to grip the door handle. The sounds of the boys around you fade for a second as you gather your courage to open the door. You whip it open with a surprising amount of strength and scramble to catch it before it hits the wall, not wanting to alert the others of what you're doing. Once you are confident the door won't give you away, you take a look around the room. If not for the stream of blood leading to the back of the room, behind another tall shelf, you might have been pleased to see there was more supplies that would be useful for your group, like toilet paper and hand sanitizer. But alas, the sight of that much blood would spook anyone. 
Peering around the corner of the bookshelf, you take a few deep breaths only to gag when you realize that you're standing in a pungent stench. There's a body behind the bookshelf. You cover your nose and mouth with your hand. The body is face down, but it’s a middle aged woman with long black hair. You had been preparing to see a dead body, it was inevitable given the circumstances, but the possibility of your first being someone Haechan might know, might be his mother, makes this moment a lot harder to cope with than you anticipated. You look around the room, looking for something to cover the body with. You use an abandoned sweater before quickly leaving the room. 
All of the boys are gathered around the door, seemingly processing the same shock you felt when you first spotted the blood. You can’t help but to look into Haechans watery eyes, even though he instantly looks away from you.
“There’s a body in there,” you say, “a woman, not sure what happened, not sure I want to find out.”
Nobody replies for a second, knowing that there is a possibility of it being Haechans mother.
“I can check.” Renjun offers.
Haechan shakes his head strongly, “If it’s my mom then it should be me.”
“They’re faced down, so we would need to flip them over first.” 
Jeno steps forward with Haechan and reassures him that he’ll help him with that much. You watch as the two go inside and stand quietly with the rest. The six of you hear Jeno count them down to presumably flip the body over. And then you hear Haechan start to wail. 
Deciding to give him some space, you start to walk toward the entrance of the store, the rest of the boys following. It’s only until you all settle outside that you realize some of the other boys are crying too. Renjun has tears quietly streaming down his face and Jisung is straight up crying. 
Jaemin tells you about how all of the sophomores would meet up at Haechans house to play games together. They would often stay for dinner, his mom made the best kimchi. She was kind, going to Jeno’s games when his parents were busy or gifting Renjun paint or packing an extra lunch for Haechan to give to Jaemin when she found out he would never eat at school.
And then he tells you that Jisung was just an empath, he had never met her.
While you had never met the woman or felt particularly close to your own mother, feeling helpless was not a foreign concept for you and you can’t help but pity Haechan. You sit outside for maybe 20 minutes before Mark is standing up and dusting off his pants. He says you should leave soon and that he was going to go get Haechan and Jeno. The three of them walk out and you all start to walk away without a destination in mind.
You didn’t mind walking aimlessly, but due to the literal zombie apocalypse, you think that it probably wouldn’t be wise to wander around for the entire day. Your entire group is clearly not in the right headspace. Anytime you hear a noise that could be other people or a zombie, they get spooked and switch directions. You had yet to run into other people.
You had been walking for an hour before Jisung started whining about wanting to take a break. Jaemin suggests breaking into another house but Renjun disagrees, saying that it feels oddly intimate being in a stranger's house without them in it. Mark offers his house, but quickly backtracks when he realizes that he has no idea how to get there, they are lost. 
This of course causes all of them to focus on what's happening, trying to identify where they are. Chenle is trying to retrace their steps when you speak up, “I, uh, I think I know where we are.”
Their necks snap in your direction and they swarm you. And suddenly they’re bombarding you with questions. Their faces feel too close, you can feel their hot breaths on your skin and the way it makes the hair on your arms stand. 
“I live near here!” You blurt out. Your sudden outburst has them backing away. “It’s a really small place, but we’re tired and there’s food there. We can spend the night there and figure out our next move.”
Jisung still has no idea where they are. He lived on the other side of school and even looking at the map on his phone, he didn’t really know how to get anywhere. So, he really was relieved when you said you recognized the area. 
Part of him is confused, this is a pretty run down part of town, even before the apocalypse, he can recall his parents telling him to avoid this area. You lead them down a steep street and he finally seems to notice how eerily quiet everything is. All he can hear is the huffing coming from the boys breathing and their shoes scraping against the concrete.
They enter an apartment complex with flickering lights at its entrance. Jisung finds himself instinctively shuffling closer to Chenle as they go up three flights of stairs. The hallway smells of smoke and the yellowish tint of the walls prove that smokers lived here. He wonders if you smoke. 
You open the door and he peeks over everybody's heads into the apartment. It's a studio, with a lofted bed and the eight of you struggle to fit into the… living room? Kitchen? Whatever you called it. Mark, Renjun, and Chenle squish themselves onto the couch and Jisung finds himself standing awkwardly next to them. 
You scratch your neck uncomfortably, “It’s usually just me in here, so I forget how small it is. Sorry. We can look for someplace else if you guys want.”
Jisung watches Haechan walk in, make a beeline for the ladder that leads him up to your bed before promptly face planting on it. 
Jaemin is the only one still standing near the entrance with you and Jisung can't help but be annoyed by him, leaning over you, a hand placed on the wall next to you. 
“I like your place.” He says, “small, but cozy.”
You snort in amusement. When did you two get so friendly? Jisung thinks to himself.
“So, this is where you live?” Jungwoo looks around the small studio apartment. You can’t help but feel a bit self conscious and you cave into yourself, your arms crossing and shoulders hunched a little. 
“Uh, no! Not like that,” Jungwoo tries to reassure you, “I guess part of me didn’t believe it when you said you lived by yourself.” He plops down on the small couch (which takes up a majority of the apartment. 
“It’s okay.” You say. “...you're the first person I've brought over.” 
“Really?”
You nod.
Jungwoo opens his backpack and starts going through his stuff. He pulls out a white polaroid camera and pulls you over by your sleeve so that you’re sitting next to each other. “We should take a photo then! This is a pretty big deal.”
He snaps the picture of you two and shakes it so that it’ll develop faster. He grins as he looks at the picture before handing it to you.
“Thanks for letting me come over.”
“It’s not like the place is impressive or anything”
“It doesn’t have to be impressive. I’m just glad you were comfortable enough hanging out outside of school.”
“...Yea, I am kind of sick of you.” You snicker as he lets out a gasp and hits you. “That was rude!” You say.
“That’s it, I'm leaving.”
You peer up into Jaemin’s eyes as he continues to loom over you. He’s still talking, but you stopped paying attention to him a while ago. You’re not sure if he hasn’t realized that you're not listening or if he just doesn’t care. Your eyes flicker around the room, up to Haechan, who is now sleeping in your bed. 
Jaemin follows your gaze, “Don’t worry about him.”
Your eyes snap back to him, a bit dumbfounded, “What?”
“I mean don’t worry about him too much.”
“How can I not?” you ask him pointedly, “His mom died, Jaemin”
He moves so that he’s leaning against the wall next to you rather than standing in front of you.
“I think we all know that anyone could die in a zombie apocalypse.”
You sigh, “I know, but this makes it feel more real, ya’know? How am I suddenly the sympathetic one? Aren’t you guys friends?”
Jaemin picks at the skin around his fingernails. His movement makes you uncomfortable but you can’t bring yourself to stop him. “Of course I am. But I know Haechan, he doesn’t like being coddled, even though he could probably use the support right now. He doesn’t want it from me.”
“And I thought you were the bad boy.”
He shakes his head, “I might have the image, but he definitely has the emotional constipation that goes with it.” 
You're silent for a little while before he leaves to join the guys. You sit on the floor, a little further from the group but close enough to listen to their antics. You catch Jisung and Renjun glancing at you every once in a while, but they don't ask you to come closer and you don’t bother to move. 
The rest of the day goes by smoothly, being in your apartment makes it easy to ignore how the world is ending outside. Except for Haechan, of course, who has not left the comfort of your bed.
You make them some ramen and you all watch cartoon reruns on your shitty tv, changing the channel everytime some sort of news starts. You watch them grow tired and fall asleep, one by one. Eventually, you get up from your spot on the floor and climb the ladder up to your bed. 
Haechan shifts when you settle next to him. The bed is big enough that you aren’t pressed against each other, but if one of you were to roll over you’d end up laying on top of the other person. 
Jaemin might know Haechan well enough to leave him alone for a while, but you don’t. Hesitantly, you lift your hand and place it on his arm. You can feel him tense under your touch and you retract your hand, worried that Jaemin had been right and you shouldn’t have overstepped. You even think about leaving the bed so that he can continue to have a little bit of privacy, but he’s turning around to face you. His movement is slow and calculated, you can tell that he’s trying to not crush you. When he stops moving, the first thing you notice are his eyes. You might not have known this boy for very long, but the warmth and liveliness that was in them when you first met was gone, now bloodshot and sunken from all the crying he’s been doing. The darkness of the room makes the contours of his face look darker and he resembles the characters of a Tim Burton movie.
Haechan is avoiding your gaze and you wait for him to say something. When he does, it’s in a whisper, “Will you hold me?”
You nod at him and slip an arm under his head. He shoved his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You don’t say anything when you feel his tears hit your skin and you don't say anything when he tightens his grip around you. 
Haechans breath eventually evens out and you realize that he’s asleep. You aren't used to having anyone pressed up against you, and despite the way you squirm, it isn’t uncomfortable. You’re about to fall asleep when you hear someone climbing up the ladder. You quickly close your eyes and pretend to be asleep until the person goes down the steps. You peek an eye open just to see the top of Jeno’s head disappear. Was he just checking in on Haechan? You think about possibly asking him, but you’re much too tired to even try to get up. 
It’s the best night's sleep you’ve gotten in months.
Everyone is surprised when Haechan is the one suggesting you all get moving the next morning, but no one fights him on this. Instead, they pack their bags before deciding to walk further north. Renjun had woken up early and watched the news without any sound while everyone else was still asleep. Apparently, there were some camps set up across the country in order to help people, maybe some of their families ended up there.
Nobody says anything when Haechan holds your hand when you start walking. You can tell that they’re surprised that you’re letting him, except for Jaemin, who sends you an annoying wink when your gaze meets. 
Despite being the one to suggest leaving your apartment, Haechan is barely trailing after you. At times, it feels like you’re dragging him behind you. Yet, he never complains about the continuous walking or comment on the looks he receives when he wipes tears from his eyes.
You spend several hours walking. At one point, you came across a couple of bikes and rode them (two to a bike) until one of the tires popped, leaving Chenle with a nasty scrape on his knee after Jisung landed on top of him. You ditched the bikes after that. All the phones you guys had ran out of battery and you spent the night in an abandoned building. 
Without your phones, the eight of you were truly lost. Time and distance feel insignificant even when zombies appear. Your group had developed a routine, with Jeno, Mark, and Jaemin as the first lines of defense, all swinging bats at any zombie that got too close. With no other weapons, you are the second line of defense, clutching the knife that Mark returned to you. Looking back, you were stupid not to take more knives from your apartment, but everyone was too frazzled to think about potentially fighting zombies. 
Rarely do zombies get past the boys with bats, but there have been a few close calls when Haechan just doesn’t react to a zombie lunging at him and you end up shoving him out of the way. Jisungs instinct is always to run away and sometimes that means leaving the rest of you behind. Chenle will chase after him if he sees him run away, but once, when his knee injury was recent, his knee gave out trying to run and Jisung had gotten lost. Yelling would only attract more zombies, so you ended up going in circles in the area for maybe an hour, looking for him. You find him hiding behind a car, having a panic attack. 
After four days of walking, Mark and Renjun are talking about finding a place to shower in. You’re currently taking a break from walking, all of the boys are munching on protein bars and you’re taking a nap, head on Haechans lap. 
He isn’t talking much, but the two of you have become a clingy duo. Mark thought that you were just tolerating Haechan because you felt bad for him, but now, it seems like you reach out for him just as much as he reaches for you. Some of the other boys have taken it as a sign to be more comfortable with you too. Jaemin will often have an arm over your shoulder if you’re sitting next to each other. There's a look of longing in your eyes when you look at him that Mark just can’t figure out where it’s coming from, but he’s not that surprised that you like Jaemin, if anyone at all. Chenle and you have a habit of teasing Jisung, often about girls and his lack of knowledge about them.
The only one of the boys that still keeps his distance from you is Jeno. Mark hasn’t seen Jeno be so cold to anyone before. Sure, your first time meeting the boys was pretty rocky, but Jeno is supposed to be the nice one of the second years. Regardless, he keeps his distance and deals with you since the rest of the boys seem to like you. 
When he asks Jeno why he hasn’t grown to like you, Jeno only shrugs and says, “they’re your guys’ friend, not mine.”
“They let us into their apartment and they take care of Haechan.” 
“I don’t have to like everyone, Mark.”
Except Mark knows that that's bullshit and Jeno does like everyone… or at least everyone that the boys are friends with. There has to be something else, and Mark swears he’ll get to the bottom of it.
A day later, the eight of you stood on the side of a street. This street was elevated and overlooked a good part of the city. If you looked closely enough, you could see a zombie or two wandering. It turns out that zombies are mostly solitary beings, you don’t usually run into more than three of them at a time unless a loud noise attracts them. The view would be a lot nicer if you had seen it at sunset and Renjun suggests staying there until you get to see it. He found some color pencils in the house you all showered in the day before and took them with him. He had been sketching and drawing the entire day. Nobody disagrees with his idea to sit there for a while and let him draw. 
The sun is only starting to set and he pulls out his warmer colored pencils. He notices a dark spot of red that he tries to smudge, but it doesn’t budge.
“What the-” he mutters, gaining the attention of Jeno, who is sat beside him. The dot seems to be a light, similar to one of those cat laser pointers. The two boys follow where it comes from, just down the road.
Jeno, quicker than Renjun at realizing what it is, yells “Fuck!” and throws himself at Renjun, getting them both out of the way quick enough before a bullet is now where Renjun was sitting.
The noise makes all of you jump, and for Jisung and Chenle to wake up. Jisungs flight instinct kicks in and he moves to get up, although a bit sluggish compared to his usual reflexes.
“No!” Jeno yells, flinging himself to grab onto Jisungs ankle to keep him from running directly into open fire. Jisung falls on his face instead. 
Everyone is quiet for a second, trying to process that the first group of humans you’ll have to interact with since the apocalypse started just shot at you. Next thing you know, you're being swarmed.
Their lights are blinding and you all squint. You're all being yelled at to lay face down on the floor and you do. You're outnumbered, not that it matters considering they're all holding M4’s to all of your heads. The soldiers surrounding you haven’t stopped yelling and the whole situation makes you dizzy, your hands won’t stop shaking. 
From your spot on the ground, it’s hard to see the boys. There seems to be a soldier standing next to each of you, except for Jeno, who’s got three of them standing next to him, but that’s about as much as you can figure out by looking at a bunch of shoes. They’re spilling the contents from your backpacks on the floor and one of them confiscates the knife that you had left on the floor next to you. 
You yell out in alarm when the soldier next to you presses their knee to your back and pulls your arms behind you. The boys protest at your distress but shut up when Mark gets kicked in the gut. Your hands are tied behind your back with a zip tie and you think about how it might break open your skin with how tight the zip tie is. 
“This one had a knife,” he announced to the rest of the soldiers. The soldier that you assume is in charge is eying the bats that are sitting a little further from you guys, covered in blood and dirt. He yells at the soldiers to sit us all up.
“I am Sergeant Park. Congratulations on having survived this long,” he gestures to the bats, “I see you have found ways to stay alive. Now, you will all be taken to a survivors camp close to this location. Cooperate, and we will get you there in no time.” He turns to a soldier, “Search them, start with their fighter and end with the one with the knife.”
The soldiers surrounding Jeno drag him into a standing position, his hands are also tied with zip ties. There's a soldier holding onto each of his arms and he is roughly patted down. The rest of the boys' pat downs go by smoothly for the most part. Jisung flinches everytime the soldier places their hands on him and the soldier seems to have fun with this. Mark doubles over in pain when the soldier puts pressure on his abdomen where he was kicked.
Finally, you’re stood up and are getting patted down. There's a man behind you, holding your arms despite you already being restrained. You try your best to keep still and not say anything, even when the soldier unnecessarily squeezes your breasts. The soldier smiles sleazily at you and watches your face for discomfort as he moves on to your next breast. You don’t protest until his hands go more south, lifting up your skirt. You cross your legs in defense and try to move away only to cry out at the way that the soldier holding your arms twists them and the ziptie cuts open the skin on your wrist. 
“Get the fuck off them, man” you hear Jaemin protest. The soldier only laughs at him, “Little darling had a knife, kid. Gotta make sure they aren’t hiding anything else on them.”
Jeno struggles in their hold as well but is kicked onto his knees. 
Jaemin’s frustration only grows, “I said get the fuck off of them!” He’s able to shove off the soldier that was only loosely holding him and punch the soldier that had touched you before he’s jumped by another two soldiers and put on his back and also ziptied. They kick him a couple of times before you protest, “Okay! Finish your pat down or whatever. Just leave him alone.”
The soldier smiles smugly at Jaemin before standing in front of you again. You can’t help trying to squirm away when he lifts up your skirt again and you look away from the shitty man in front of you.
Later, when you get to talk about this moment, Chenle tells you that all of the boys looked away. It had been a traumatizing moment for you and perhaps selfishly, the boys didn’t want to watch that.
The soldier grabs your crotch tightly and he leans in close to you before whispering, “See, it isn’t so bad.” He leaves after that. 
The boys are allowed to stand up. Renjun helps Mark up. Jeno and Jaemin are being held by soldiers. Jaemin is visibly the most banged up by the encounter, but he holds himself well after having been in many fights. 
A truck driven by more soldiers approaches and the soldiers holding all of you push you in their direction. One of them orders Jisung to pick up your bats and he scrambles to do so. Renjun returns all of your dumped items into the backpack, only for it to be snatched from him. When the truck stops in front of you, the soldiers shove the boys on first before climbing in themselves. With no space left for you to sit, one of the soldiers beckons for you to sit on their lap. You don’t protest. 
The truck continues to go down the road, silently. It’s night now, so you can hear crickets and the crunching of the tire. Your group becomes alarmed when the truck takes a sudden turn, you would have fallen off the truck if not for the soldier's stiff grip. You’re now being driven away from the city, down a dirt path. The road is bumpy and you're sure the soldier under you is sporting a boner. You try to focus on controlling your breathing, closing your eyes so you can ignore the burning gaze of everyone on the truck. A hand falls on your thigh, radiating warmth as it presses against your skin. For a moment, you think you’re going to throw up. You feel a kick at your shoe and you open your eyes to see Chenle across from you. He smiles and winks at you and you can’t help but chuckle at his stupidity. 
The truck abruptly stops and the eight of you are pulled out of the truck and ushered into the camp. A clearing has been made for the camp, that much is clear with how its in the middle of the forest, with trees surrounding it in every direction except for the small dirt road you came in from. The camp is surrounded by two sets of tall wired gates. From what you can see, there is only one entrance and it is heavily guarded, even if there are military personnel throughout the entire perimeter.You pass through the first gate quickly after the sergeant gives the order to let you in, but the second gate is a bit trickier. There's a table with two medical professionals, fully covered head to toe. Here, they do simple check-ups on each of you, using lights to look into your eyes, ears, and mouth. Chenle gets his scraped knee disinfected and bandaged, but when they hand you all identification cards with your names on them, his comes with an extra symbol. From here, there are three entrances to the camp, a small gate opening behind the table where military and medical staff come in and out of, and two identical buildings on either side of the building. You are informed that the one on the right is for men and the one on the left is for women. Soon, you’re being pulled away from the boys, you follow the staff without much of a fight when you see the soldiers watching you intently. Once inside, you give the staff the card they hand just given you as you are led down the hall and into an office. 
You look around, trying to discern what sort of place this is. There are no windows and the walls are made of concrete. You can’t help feeling like you’re in jail. Despite this, the office is decently sized and well decorated, with a fancy looking desk and pc. You are directed to sit down and wait for the doctor before the staff closes the door. You sit in silence for a moment, listening to their footsteps fade away before you are out of your seat and trying to open the door; it’s locked. Defeated, you make your way back to your seat and look around the office. There's a plaque that reads Dr. Kang. You wonder if the boys are going through the same thing, locked into an office with an unpresent doctor. Your thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open and a woman walks in. She is young, maybe in her early thirties, with long dark hair and sharp eyes. She is wearing a sleek navy suit that accentuates the length of her legs. Her appearance would lead you to believe that nothing out of the ordinary was occurring and you can’t help but wonder how she has managed to find the time to keep her manicure looking nice. 
She doesn’t say anything when she walks in or sits down on the other side of the desk from you. Her eyes flicker to you for a second before returning to her computer screen, not wasting a second in acknowledging her. Still, you keep your eyes on her, not wanting her to think that she has the upperhand in making you uncomfortable. A couple of minutes go by of her clicking on her mouse and keyboard and you staring at her. Finally she seems to stop and look up to you. A smile graces her features and she makes eye contact with you, “I am Dr. Kang, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
Her smile makes you uncomfortable rather than feeling reassured and you decide at this moment not to trust her. “I’m sure you already know that. I arrived here with seven boys, when will I be able to see them?”
She laughs at this, “I do know your name, but it is respectful to introduce yourself when meeting someone new. Nonetheless, I can see those boys mean a great deal to you, so let's try to do this quickly and get you back to them.” She watches you with the same cold smile until you nod in agreement. She asks you questions about your family, if you've contacted them and the sorts. You give her vague answers which she types quickly into her files. The questionnaire is quite boring, similar to what your physician may ask you at your yearly check up. She asks you about where you were when the outbreak happened and if you had lost anyone, if you were with the boys when it happened. You think about lying, telling her that yes, you had been with the boys the entire time, they had been your school friends that were together when misfortune struck, but you worry about being caught lying. Would it even matter? Still, you keep most of the truth to yourself, skipping over the part with Jungwoo and tell her that you met up with the boys a couple of days after the outbreak first happened. You hope they say the same thing. 
“When was your last period? Are you sexually active?” You know what she’s insinuating, of course. Her smug smile makes the question more telling as well. Although, you're not sure what reason she would have to feel smugly about knowing that you’re potentially having sex with one or multiple of the boys you were found with. 
Still you smile at her rather sarcastically, “Celibate, actually.” Your smile grows when you see her fake smile falter slightly.
“And your period?”
“Haven’t gotten it in a couple months.”
She hums, “Well, if you're sure you're not pregnant, then you were probably under a lot of stress, or something else could be potentially wrong. We’ll check in with you about that occasionally.”
You give her a curt nod. She types away at her computer for a while longer. She talks to you without lifting her gaze from her screen, “We’re done here. You’ll be getting your blood tested to make sure there aren’t any mutations in your DNA or are in the middle of turning.”
You’re taken from that room into another with medical equipment. A younger nurse approaches you and explains how she’s going to draw some blood from your arm. Her attitude is just as unsettling as Dr. Kang’s due to how preppy she is, but it seems more authentic and you haven’t decided if that's more or less concerning.
You flinch when the needle is inserted into your arm and she makes a comment about not liking needles. You watch her flip through a file that you assume belongs to you. There's a page that she spends significantly longer looking through and you can’t help but wonder what is written on it.
“You arrived here with other people?” You nod. 
“Are you all close?”
“We’re friends. Does it matter?” 
She laughs at your stiffness, “Just trying to make conversation. Usually the women's evaluation process takes longer than the men’s, so they’re probably about done, they could be entering the camp now.”
You can imagine them looking for you, walking through all of the bunk beds filled with people. Chenle and Jaemin might even be yelling for you, with Jisung following behind them, covering his face in embarrassment. She takes your fingerprint and a strand of your hair while tests are being run on your blood. You want to ask her why they need them but refrain from asking questions you know you won’t be given answers to. The machine she’s standing by dings when your tests are done and she scrolls through them. Her smile seems to die and is replaced by a frown. 
Your worry grows as she walks toward you and you sit up. She stops you with a hand on your shoulder. 
“What’s wrong?” you ask, watching her pull open a drawer next to you. 
“I hope those boys care about you” she says before sticking a needle into your chest. 
You want to scream but realize you don’t have the energy to. You try lifting your hand to remove the syringe but your arm flops over before you can get a proper grip on it.  The nurse is laying you down as you struggle to keep your eyes open. 
What– what did she do to me?
You’re unconscious before you can come up with an answer.
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a/n: hi! sorry for being gone for so long. I can't promise consistency, but I had a lot of fun working on this chapter and already have a decent part of the next one written. This chapter is pretty long too! Enjoy :3
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tanknamedjunseok · 2 years ago
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{{ time lapse, an nct time travel au
in which time traveler johnny suh never makes it home to 2008, instead landing in post-apocalypse 2019. recruited by 127, an organization of super-humans dedicated to protecting the western hemisphere, johnny must find a way to uncover the truth behind rival organization wsv's master plan to take over the world.
{{ 22/30 chapters are out now: link
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spicyseonghwas · 1 year ago
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You’re the link for the keeho and theo fic you just gotta make it first
-bigdick123456789
Also what’s the eta for any upcoming fics cause I miss them(you)
:o you miss me?? :<<<
here :3
fics!
illusory obsessions | pt.2, choi san ; smut, romance
blackbird | choi san (remastered repost) ; fantasy, angst, lyric fic
one in a billion | yang jungwon ; yandere, horror, fantasy (demon!reader)
choke it out | jeong yunho ; smut, romance, college!au,
punishment | jeong yunho ; smut, established relationship/sugar daddy!au
(untitled) | yun/yoon keeho & kim jongseob ; angst, romance, horror maybe, apocalypse!au ; 2 separate fics, alternate endings, disharmony writing collab with @restlessmaknae
yandere drabble series | nct ; yandere, fucked up fluff & romance
breakup-makeup series | ateez ; angst, romance, makeup
and a bunch of requests plus probably a lot more drafts that i just havent drafted yet
oc's!
nct midnight | nct oc unit ; honestly, about half of the unit is oc's. no judging the creator. he is addicted to creating imaginary humans.
dream.exe & nightmare.exe | oc twins (nct) - they have aespa's concept of real vs ai halves!
jang nam | oc (i have plans for him to be with a model :3)
kang seomin | oc (remastered repost; dating jung jaehyun)
han ilseong | oc (remastered repost; single currently)
unnamed transfem | oc (dating but i wont say who)
huang lao | oc (has a massive crush and is getting very close to pulling him)
tanaka haruto (has a lil bit of a crush but is too shy to try to pull him)
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milkiematcha · 2 years ago
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in the middle of writing an nct apocalypse/tlou au chapter 1 and i feel like i should make y'all vote on the mc's actions and each action will have a consequence that results in emotional damage
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misswoozi · 1 year ago
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I WANNA TALK ABOUT NCT
I've got a very extensive #NCT smut tag (which has NCT ships, cross-ships, headcanons, etc.) but I want MORE. I just cannot get the Neos off my mind lately and I just need some new NCTzen anons to come join me in the brain rot lmao
so if you see this and you also suffer from slutty Neo brain rot, send me some asks! need ideas? I've got you covered!
MTLs ("who in NCT 127 is most to least likely to fuck their partner at the beach?")
top 5's ("top 5 NCT members who like being choked?")
rating questions ("can you rate WayV's oral skills out of 10?")
headcanon requests ("how do you writeJeno/Jaemin?")
ship superlatives ("which NCT ship is the Loudest?")
AU discourse ("what would NCT Dream be like in a zombie apocalypse AU?")
idol 'would you rather' questions ("would Taeil rather send nudes or receive them?")
kink questions ("which NCT members would be into edging?")
compatibility questions ("do you think Xiaojun would be compatible with Monsta X's Hyungwon?")
random questions ("what type of Pokémon do you think Renjun would train?")
come talk about the Neos! if you're a new anon, claim an emoji/nickname and share your favorite ships/headcanons/scenarios!
(please note that I don't write anything NSFW for Chenle or Jisung!)
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