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COD P☆RN LINKS | PT. 3

ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within him💔i mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating 😭 first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby✨ his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrast🤔 he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another person💢 bonus!!: surprise ;)

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john coming home from deployment, a mission that’s been 8 months long no contact. it’s been the worst mission he’s had in awhile, quite a new arsenal of scars to show for it, coming home late at night knowing his missus is probably already asleep, only to find the lights on at the house. that’s weird he’s not been in contact since they landed on base, wanting to surprise her. opening the door with silence only men in his work have, and seeing a chubby baby cradled in your arms as you rock the babe side to side. there are no thoughts or words going through his mind at seeing you with a chubby baby, he whispers your name, as you look up with surprised but tired eyes, that were focusing on the babe in your arms. he’s all choked up, beyond surprised as he notices the slight but apparent changes to yourself as your more soft and rounder then he last saw you, a beautiful change. only for the silence and shock to be disrupted with another cry from down the hall. wincing as you mutter one word with a smile to your husband. “Surprise”

we broke up (one shot)

hugh jackman x f!reader

summary: you get dragged to a work event by your boyfriend of three years when Hugh comes to flirt with you. after you reluctantly tell him you’re taken, he backs off for the most part. a few months later, Hugh tells the story during an interview but little does he know you’re single now. 

warnings: implied age gap (not mentioned), flirting while in a relationship (kinda)

authors note: here's a little oneshot I wrote tonight. enjoy <33

You’d been with your boyfriend, Rowan, for a few years now. He earned a degree in marketing and immediately got a job for a studio. While he enjoys his job and it brings in good money, the events he dragged you to were unbelievably boring. The company he worked for always had big parties after a success on a project. At first they were interesting, often running into celebrities here and there given that it was the success of their movie, but lately you found yourself sitting at the bar more often than not. It was routine at this point. Rowan would show you off for the first hour, then he would toss you aside to fend for yourself. You weren’t the biggest social butterfly, hence why you liked to sit alone, drinking. 

Tonight wasn’t any different. You were at another party for the successful marketing for Deadpool and Wolverine. You’d heard a few whispers that the stars of the movie themselves were somewhere wandering around but you hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing them. Rowan dumped you at the bar a little over thirty minutes ago and you’ve been sipping on some fruity little drink ever since, completely in your own world. You made small talk with the bartender every once and a while but you were mainly people watching. 

“Mind if I join?” A deep Australian accent asks. You look up and see a gorgeous older man. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a pair of black expensive looking glasses. He was deliciously tall and had a thich salt and pepper beard. “Uh no, go ahead.” He sits in the bar stool next to you. He orders a drink from the bartender before returning his attention back to you. “Pardon me if this is too forward but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” The comment takes you aback. “Oh um, thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say.” He looks down to your glass that’s nothing but melted ice at this point. “Can I buy you another drink?” He asks. “You probably shouldn’t. I’m taken…sadly.” You whisper the last part, unsure if he heard it or not. “Oh! I apologize for coming on to you. You’ve been sitting here by yourself for so long, I thought you might have come alone.” You huff out a laugh. “My boyfriend works for the company. He’s out there socializing or whatever.” You shrug and signal to the bartender, asking for another drink. “That’s a shame. If you were mine, you’d be on my arm all night.” He smirks. “Is that right?” You smile at him. Before he can answer, you feel your phone vibrate with a text from Rowan that reads ‘where are you babe? Time to leave.’ 

“Well, the boyfriends calling, I gotta go.” You carefully climb out of the chair and grab your jacket and purse off of the back. As you start to walk away, the man speaks again. “Wait! What’s your name?” You turn back to face him. “Y/n.” He smiles and repeats it. “I’m Hugh.” His answer surprises you. “Oh! Congrats on the movie. I didn’t even recognize you at first with the beard and all.” He laughs. “Bye Hugh.” You wave before walking off.

—

It’s been a few months since that night in July, it being September now. You and Rowan had broken up mid-August, both of you agreeing that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. It hurt for a little bit but you knew it was for the best. Living with him had been awkward as you searched for a new place, deciding that he can keep the current apartment. You wanted a fresh start, which is where you are now. Tonight was your first night in your new apartment. You didn’t have any furniture yet but you were happy. You bought an air mattress to make do until you could afford an actual bed. 

It was around midnight and you were doing your nightly youtube watch. You were scrolling through your recommended videos when you saw Hugh’s face pop up. It was an interview posted a few minutes ago from him on some late night show you’d never heard of. You clicked on it, wanting to hear what the man was up to these days. The interview was a standard one, mostly questions on his upcoming movie about some sheep. You weren’t really paying attention, close to dozing off when a question peaked your interest. 

“So Hugh, it’s almost been a year since the announcement of your divorce and the fans wanna know…How’s your dating life doing? Are you seeing anyone?” The woman asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Hugh lets out a big laugh. “I’m actually not seeing anyone. It’s funny you ask because the last time I even attempted to flirt with a woman she turned me down.” The interviewer's eyebrows shoot up in shock. She gasps before asking, “How could anyone turn you down? We need to know the full story here.” 

“Ryan and I were at this party for the marketing team that worked on Deadpool and Wolverine and I saw this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar all alone.” The interviewer is nodding her head, engaging with every word Hugh says. “I eyed her for a while to see if anyone was with her but she sat there alone for a good thirty minutes before Ryan hyped me up to go over there. When I finally did, I ordered a drink and tried to play it cool but I felt the urge to tell this girl how stunning she was, so I did.” You giggle to yourself and you hear him tell the story from his point of view. “She thanked me and I offered to buy her another drink. I kid you not, in the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard she says ‘you probably shouldn’t, i’m taken.’” His hands go up to his chest, gripping right above his heart. “My heart broke mate. I flirted a little more in true Hugh fashion but she had to go. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since.” 

“What a lucky woman, I’m sure she regrets it.” 

“Hey, I tried my best.” He shrugs before looking at the camera. “Y/n, if you ever break up with him. I’m all yours baby.” 

Your jaw drops, the sound of cheers blasting from your phone.  

‘we broke up. I’m all yours. @/RealHughJackman’ 

You hit send on the tweet and hoped it would be enough to bring him back to you.

thank you for reading <3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 5

๋࣭⭑ pairing ๋࣭⭑- idol!yeonjun x superstar!oc x idol!jungkook

๋࣭⭑ synopsis ๋࣭⭑- a love triangle between Hollywood’s sweetheart, Korea’s golden maknae, and Gen Z’s IT boy. Estrella is a very busy woman who never had time dating with all her photoshoots, movie offers, recording sessions, dance practices, and public appearances. As she’s doing a little world tour promotions for her latest mini album ‘You & Me’, and let’s just say that stop lasts a little longer and it becomes a little too interesting.

๋࣭⭑ a/n ๋࣭⭑- this is a filler chapter, but I hope y’all still enjoy 🫶🏼

Korean = italics English = normal

outfit | makeup | hair | nails

Today is the pop up event for fans to visit and buy merchandise such as clothing items, albums, cute pc holders, and other little trinkets. Estrella even came early before opening to sign posters and even the huge picture of herself on the wall so fans could take their cute photos. Estrella took time taking photos in the different photo ops so she can post later. “I’m glad my vision came to life.” Estrella was planning this event for months since this pop up event will not just be in Korea. She would make 3D models on her iPad making sure everything was perfect. “Oh my god, Estrella you have to see how many people are lined up.” Daya grabs Estrella by her hand and pulls her towards the entrance. Starrys started cheering and pulling out their phones to record Estrella, who immediately started giving fanservice; waving, heart poses, and blowing kisses at all the starrys by the entrance.

“Estrella, can I talk to you for a minute?” Megan pulled Estrella’s attention away from her fans. “Yeah.” Estrella quickly waves ‘bye’ before following Megan. “So I just received a bunch of calls from different entertainments here asking if you will allow their idols to come visit because they are a big fan of yours. I just didn’t want to give a quick answer before I had a talk with you.” Megan always included Estrella in decision making. “Yes, but my starrys will not wait outside longer than the opening time just because an idol is in here. My starrys have been waiting since the middle of night and I will not let them wait any longer.”

Estrella obviously really cares for her fans and always wants what is best for them, plus seeing how dedicated they are to coming to her events and waiting for hours on end just to see a glimpse of her, or just to make sure they buy the merch before it sells out. That’s why when celebrities come to Estrella’s events she doesn’t treat them better nor give them special treatment. They will receive the same like all her starrys get. Because she sees how other celebrities act with their fans when their celebrity friends come or how they make them wait even longer because their “friends” are in there looking around taking their time buying everything.

“For sure, I’ll call them back and tell them.” Megan goes back to business leaving Estrella to finally open her pop up. Before Estrella could open the doors the staff made sure to tell the fans not to act too crazy around Estrella when they get inside since she’ll be there helping them and checking out their items. Once the first set of starrys came they were already freaking out in the entrance way because there stood Estrella helping the staff pass out exclusive photocards.

After a couple of hours helping starrys find the right size, finding out if they have more in stock of the photocard holder, checking out starrys at the register, and helping taking the photos for starrys in the photo ops. Many videos went viral joking that Estrella is those managers doing everything and running that pop up like the military.

“Lunch time boss.” Sana giggles, guiding Estrella away from the register. “We got pizza in the back and a special someone came.” Estrella furrowed her eyebrows trying to think who it would be. Since lots of idols came to the pop up and were just as excited as starrys were seeing Estrella in person.

“Our star is here after working so hard.” The staff laughed seeing Estrella's tired face. “We ordered pizza,” Sana plated two slices of pizza for Estrella. Luckily the pop up staff created a little green room for Estrella’s team to chill in while Estrella worked the floor. Estrella wanted to start eating, but she wanted to know who was the special person to see her. “Hey who’s the-“

There was a knock at the door causing Estrella to whip right around seeing the one and only, Choi Yeonjun. He has a pink flower bouquet with him making Estrella grab and pillow hiding her flustered face. Her staff never saw Estrella so shy since she’s always so confident and is never the one to break. The whole room pointed at the shy Estrella hiding from Yeonjun’s eyes. “Why, why?” He comes closer to Estrella, confused about her flustered state. “Why the flowers?” Estrella asked while placing the pillow from her face on to her lap. “I wanted to give you a little congratulation on your successful promotional week.” Yeonjun handed over the bouquet to Estrella. “Oh my god, thank you.” She pulls him into a hug. Yeonjun was a bit taken back at the friendly gesture, but nonetheless wrapped his arms around her, hugging Estrella back.

After the hug Yeonjun realized that she had yet started eating, so not wanting her to go back out there with an empty stomach he started encouraging her to eat. “You're welcome. Start eating, you need energy to go back.” Yeonjun rubs her back, while taking back the bouquet, gently placing the flowers on the table letting Estrella to eat. If the staff didn’t know any better they would’ve thought Yeonjun was her boyfriend with how he’s treating her.

“Should we leave the two?” Daya whispered to Sana, who was watching the scene in front of them. “Yeah.” Sana nods her head grabbing Daya’s hand. “Hey, we should let Estrella rest alone. Let’s help at the front.” Sana gets all the staff members out. Before Daya and her head out last, Sana sent a quick wink towards Estrella who wanted to roll her eyes, but held it in.

Now that Estrella and Yeonjun were by themselves she decided to make the first move. “So…what’s the real reason why you’re here? Did you miss me that much, mm?” Estrella raised her eyebrow at him, while wiping her hands with a baby wipe to get the pizza grease off her fingers. “Maybe~” Yeonjun smiles, while playing with Estrella’s jog string that was hanging from her fluffy skirt. “How cute.” Estrella chuckles. “But I also wanted to come and support you. I am a fan too, you know.” Yeonjun leans back into the couch they’re sitting on. “You must be living every fan's dream right?” Estrella gives Yeonjun her signature sweet smile many fall for. “Not yet.” Yeonjun’s dream is to be able to bag Estrella and make her his.

The two make intense eye contact with each other feeling the tension in the room. It is so thick you cut it with a knife. Estrella moves closer while placing her hand on Yeonjun’s cheek caressing it. Yeonjun was instantly wrapped around her finger as he leaned closer into her touch. Yeonjun was also closing the gap between them.

*knock knock*

“Estrella 5 minutes!” Megan’s voice was heard through the other side. The two quickly went back to their places. Estrella looked at Yeonjun while giggling, causing him to laugh too. “Are you free tomorrow night?” Estrella asks, while crossing her right leg over her left. “Why not tonight?” Totally whipped. “I have plans tonight jjunie.” He could hear his heart beating louder with hearing his nickname coming from her lips. “Before I head out,” Estrella grabs a piece of paper and a marker from her Vivienne Westwood shoulder purse. “Here so you don’t miss me too much.” Estrella says, as she writes down her number with an xo at the end. “Bye~” she pets his head before walking out of her green room.

Yeonjun sat there still processing what’s written on the paper. “The woman you are Estrella Blue.” He sighs, dreamily.

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"ALONE" SIMON GHOST RILEY COD:MWIII — Season 6

COD P☆RN LINKS

ghost: your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :( doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way... stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/ so incredibly jealous ghost coded surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :) soap: don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!< pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊 whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :( he can't stay away from ur pretty lips gaz: he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵 late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car... staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea price: price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it? he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him halloween mission gone wrong! :( your weight is no match for him alejandro: average alejandro camera roll smh he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done titty man :) sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner rudy: he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it typa shit rudy's on pussy so soft and healthy eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper

"why do you have this, dada?", your little boy asks as his tiny finger caresses vernon's birth mark. "it's just like mine!"

vernon can't help but smile when his son pulls his shirt a little bit, looking down at his left shoulder where he, miraculously, has the exact same mark.

"it just proves that you're my son", he ruffles the boy's hair.

"mama said it's heart shaped, i didn't notice before."

"it is", hansol nods. "it means we were both made out of so much love that it just had to be printed on our skin."

you smile hearing vernon's answer, and your heart gets warm when your son chuckles.

"we're made out of love, i liked that", he nods too, just like his father. "since we were little babies..."

"that's right."

"oh!", your son looks vernon dead in the eyes. "how are babies made?"

you and vernon exchange a look, and the way his face contorts you just know he's about to laugh.

"why don't you ask your mom that?"

"hansol!"

[240906] Incheon Airport Departure -> Berlin

SALTCOBALT 🐕 don’t edit/crop logo.

TRAP #1

pairing: idol!svt x idol!oc

genre: horror, crack, fluff

synopsis: For the horror special, the group SEVENTEEN will go to a haunted hospital all on their own, so will they all make it out? Or will there be casualties?

warnings: screaming, crying (perfect storms), yewon mentions an itchy throat, a variety of phobias are mentioned but mostly not experienced, profanity, there's one teeny tiny real ghost, a bruise, the ghost is a presistent bitch, panic/heart attacks are mentioned, a bunch of paranormal things, nothing gore-y tho (not yet, at least)

a/n: the way i almost cried at the start of the episode (and while writing this cuz im such a scaredy cat myself), but almost had a seizure from laughing lmfao

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IMPORTANT NOTE: I changed/removed some parts of how the episode went, such as the second game of hide and seek!! It might not be as funny as well (no one can get on their level, anyways)

the parts in bold weren't broadcasted

Yewon stood between Dino and Hoshi, doing the greeting with the other before her attention drifted back to the glum building behind her.

She hated horror specials. She knew that, her memebers knew that, the staff knew that, the fans knew that, even anyone who doesn't know her would know at first glance.

Yes, she wasn't scared of heights like Mingyu or Dokyeom, but she believes that hers surrpassed most of the members combined. She remembers the psychiatrist, the one that her therapist suggested, giving her an updated list of her phobias other than the one she was given when she was 13.

It was long, and a lot-oh, yes. Monophobia, nyctophobia, automatonophobia, claustrophobia, insectophobia, phasmophobia, coulrophobia, emetophobia, necrophobia, and atelophobia, however, the most prominent ones were her nyctophobia, necrophobia, and atelophobia. She blamed it on genetics, the doctor blamed it on her childhood trauma.

"Lee Yewon!" She flinched lightly, looking around her until she noticed everyone staring at her.

She bowed, an apology spilling past her lips as she wrapped her arms around himself, making the paw sleeve from the flimsy shirt she was wearing to rid the chills away.

"She really, really doesn't wanna do this." Dokyeom mused, shaking his head,

"She's more scared than us." Mingyu nodded, giggling lightly.

"It's everything I fear combined, so what do you expect?" She huffed, pouting at them as she felt a pat on her head.

"I'll hold your hand." Hoshi suggested, hugging the girl from behind as she shook her head.

"No, you'll be the first to go in. I don't wanna be the first to go in." She tried to push him off, but he only held on tighter. "I'll go with Dokyeomie and Mingyu. At least I won't be scared alone."

"No, no, I'll be there." Hoshi protested, turning the girl around to try and convince her, but that only had her shaking her head even more. "Let's go."

He took her hand, leading her in the direction of the hospital as she only continued shaking her head, her heart beat sounding in her ear as she did her best to plant her feet against the ground so that he leaved her alone.

"Soonyoung, I'm serious. Don't do this. I'll genuinely cry." She protested, already giving up and holding onto his arm tightly. "I hate you."

Hoshi turned around to the others, holding tightly onto her hand as he walked backwards towards the entrance. "Oh, are the cameramen staying outside while we go inside?"

"Oh, it's just us-just us going in." Wonwoo answered, chuckling at the girl who was dreading every step she took.

"This is scary!" Seungkwan exclaimed, the pout obvious in his tone as Yewon stared at the hospital doors, brushing her hair behind her ear with her free hand as she tried to regulate her breathing.

Why couldn't she have some kind of urgent schedule? Or an overlapping like Minghao? Why and how did her fever just go away in two days? Just in time for the shoot?

"I don't wanna go in." She whined, holding onto Hoshi even closer as they stepped inside. "Seriously, I'm getting sick. I'll-I'll just go to Lilly's."

"Yewon-ah," He turned to her, a determined look on his face. "I'm not gonna let anything happen. You're not gonna be sick. It's gonna be okay."

"I should've completed my career as a gymnast." She cried under her breath, letting him guide her up the dark stairs as the pout remained stuck on her face.

Wonwoo pushed the doors open as he walked inside like he owned the damn place. Hoshi guided Yewon in first, following closely after her.

"It's better than I expected; it's still bright. It's bright here." Dokyeom spoke, sticking next to Mingyu's side as they followed after Dino.

The sound of the door slamming had the girl flinched as she looked back at it before turning to the front.

Maybe, just maybe, had the girl held out a little longer, and decided to follow her mom's lead into gymnastics, she would be in a much better situation.

She stood in the hallway on the second floor, chills running down her spine as she took slow steps towards one of the rooms.

She didn't want to be alone, but then she can't also be caught and be even more alone.

She walked into one of the rooms, seeing all the beds lined up as she took slow steps inside the room until she reached the window, staring outside until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned around, thinking that it might be Soonyoung or Seungkwan urging her to go, only to find no one else in the room.

"What..." She trailed off, eyes widening as the room door was slowly getting closed, yet no one was pulling it on the other side.

She rushed towards it, hoping that it was the night breeze, but the closer she got, the faster it moved until it slammed shut right on her face.

"What's going on?" She chuckled, looking around the dark room, hoping that the staff were pulling something, but only finding a surveillance camera in the left top corner of the room. "Guys?"

Another tap on her shoulder had her turning around again, only to find nothing. "Guys, this isn't funny!"

She turned towards the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge, as if it was locked from outside. "Kwon Soonyoung or Boo Seungkwan, whoever the fuck is it, it's not funny okay?"

A sound of creaking sounded behind the girl as her body froze. A cold chill ran down her spine, her hand stuck on the doorknob and refusing to turn around, even when the sound got louder and grew closer to her. She closed her eyes, her lips wobbling as her breathing came out shaky, feeling the room grow colder until she was shivering.

A cold hand clamped down painfully on her shoulder as the girl bit her tongue, almost drawing blood until its touch slowly disappeared, leaving only the coldness and the non-stopping pain behind.

She slowly walked towards the nearest corner, every muscle in her body trembling as she crouched down, making the mistake of turning around and accidentally opening her eyes. There it stood in the corner of the room, right under the camera, in all its glory, a tall man in white robes, but she didn't hear move her eyes up higher towards his face.

Yewon gulped, feeling the first tear fall from her wide, horrified eyes as she turned to stare at her shoes instead, hugging her knees to her chest in hopes for some protection from the spirit and the cold. Yewon had never actually encountered an otherworldly being before, only hearing of them and trying her best to steer away from where they could be, but now, there she was, stuck in a room with one all on her own, with no form of escape that she can fathom.

She glanced up at the being again, finding it raising its head slowly until it met her eyes. She felt a sob rake through her body, sure that her insomnia would make a comeback in her life, and her visits with her therapists would increase from once a month to at least twice a week.

Yewon couldn't move her eyes away for some reason, stuck on the entity as the tears flowed out of them freely. She didn't care about her makeup anymore, or her idol image, she just wanted to get out of there. The creature tilted its head, its pale lips spreading into a sickly smile as it took a step forward. "I died...alone."

The breath got knocked out of the girl's lungs, the scratchy voice, like nails scratching against a wall, ringing in her ears as she covered her mouth to conceal her sobs. "Do you want to die with me?"

"No, no, please." She shook her head, watching the thing move closer until it was halfway across the room. His bloodshot eyes were staring down the girl, teeth as black as a starless night and his skin so white, so fucking white that Yewon was starting to hate the colour.

"We'll have fun. You and m-" It stopped, head snapping towards the door as his eyes widened slightly, before it moved back at a strange speed and then it was gone.

Yewon heard the sound of the door opening, no one appearing in as the tears only escaped out of her eyes faster.

"I don't think so."

That's Wonwoo. She was sure that that was Wonwoo's voice, but then again, it could be the spirit messing up her mind.

"How could any of you hide in here?"

"Jeonghannie?" She whispered, her voice hoarse as she moved forward slightly, trying to see whether it was actually Jeonghan or not. "Yoon Jeonghan?"

"Yewonnie?" Jeonghan asked, frowning as he turned towards Wonwoo, who decided to take the lead and peak inside the room.

The man's eyes widened, finding the girl with tears streaming down her face, her face so pale he thought she was gonna die or something. "What are you doing here?"

"It's really Yewonnie?" Jeonghan asked, following after Wonwoo as the younger man approached the girl, crouching before her.

"What happened?" Wonwoo asked, brushing her hair back as the girl leapt into his arms, holding on for dear life as he wrapped his arms around her.

Yewon glanced up, turning to Jeonghan before she looked ahead, and then its face was right in front of hers, screaming right in front of her face as she screamed bloody murder, pushing back from Wonwoo and crawling back into the corner.

"Get away from me! Please!"

"Ya, what's wrong?" Jeonghan yelled, eyes widening at the girl's behaviour as her chest rose up and down uncontrollably, staring at the thing as it stood up behind Wonwoo with the sickly smile, moving back slowly until it dispersed into the wall.

"What happened?" Another voice interrupted as Hoshi stepped into the room, taking in what was happening before he was walking past Wonwoo and kneeling down by the girl. "Yewon-ah, what's wrong?"

"Hoshi-ya, weren't you supposed to stay with her?" Jeonghan asked, the worry and fear seeping through his tone.

"She was with me when we first came here, but then she disappeared, so I thought she went back upstairs. I even called for her, and she answered back."

"Should we call the staff? She looks like she's about to have a panic attack." Wonwoo questioned, voice calm despite the situation as he stood back next to Jeonghan.

"Ghost." Yewon gulped, turning slowly towards Hoshi with her eyes wide. "There was a ghost, and-and he asked me if I wanted to die with him. I said 'no', and I was polite, I swear. I think he got scared when he heard Wonwoo and Jeonghannie. But, then he appeared right in front of my face." She murmured the words so quickly and quietly, the men around her almost didn't catch it, her eyes trailing back to where it last was.

Hoshi frowned, turning to the other two as he pulled the girl tightly into his arms, covering her face just in case something popped out again, she wouldn't see it. "Is the hospital really haunted? I thought it was just a skit."

Wonwoo shrugged as Jeonghan stared at the girl worriedly, fearing her maybe having a heart attack of some sorts from how fast she was breathing. "Just go up to the others while we find the rest, okay?"

The performance leader nodded, taking one last look at the girl before his arm slipped under her knees, standing up with her. "Hide your face in my jacket just in case he appears again, okay?"

He felt her nod slowly as the two moved aside and let him pass by before following after him; Wonwoo ensuring that the door was locked before following after the two.

"I think there was a water bottle in a corner. Give her some, okay? Slow, small sips so she doesn't choke." Jeonghan instructed, eyes staying on the man until he was up the stairs and out of sight.

"Hyung, what was that?" Dokyeom asked, eyes wide as his eyes trailed down to the trembling girl. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"She saw a ghost." Hoshi mumbled, walking through the doors first, garnering the attention of the members sat around.

"That scream was Yewon?" He looked at the man in shock, looking between the girl and the performance leader. "I've never heard her scream like that before?"

The 'what happened's filled the room as they swarmed the two, worried glances shared between the members at the state of the maknae.

"She saw a ghost." The older main vocalist explained as they made way for Hoshi so he can place the girl on the reception desk.

"Do you want me to let go?"

She shook her head, his jacket fisted in her hold as she kept her face hidden.

"Like a real ghost? An actual dead person kind of ghost?" Seungkwan asked as Mingyu grabbed the water bottle Jeonghan mentioned.

"Yewon-ah, drink some water." Mingyu instructed, opening the cap and holding it out for the girl.

She pulled back from the performance leader slowly, keeping her eyes down as she took the bottle, placing it on her lips and taking small sips.

"Are you better now?" Soonyoung asked, bending down slightly so he could meet the girl's eyes.

She nodded, wiping her cheek. "I'll deal with it later. But, I think I need to see Dr. Jung, though."

He chuckled, pulling his sleeve and patting her cheeks gently. "I'll tell Myungho to book a session for you."

"Yewon-ah, did you really see a ghost?" Dino asked, pushing past Mingyu as he stood in front of the girl with wide eyes.

"Yeah. I think it was a chong-gaggwisin, or at least it looked and acted like one." She explained, tilting her head up slightly to meet the man's eyes, still scared of the entity popping up again like it did with Wonwoo. "I think it was going to kill me if Jeonghannie and Wonwoo didn't show up." She chuckled lightly, running a hand through her hair.

The silence fell upon the members as they stared at the girl. Seungkwan stepped towards her, his lips pursed. "Are you sure?"

She blinked at him for a moment before she raised her hand towards her shoulder, hesitating for a moment before she pulled her shirt down and moving her head back so they could see.

The members' gasps were enough proof that it indeed left a mark, and only another reason for the girl to be unable to rest for a few weeks that she encountered a real spirit and it wasn't just a fragment of her imagination.

"I think we should get out of here."

"Get out of where?" Wonwoo asked, approaching the crowd first as the other four followed after him, pausing once they saw the mark on the girl's shoulder.

"Ya, I thought you were joking." Dokyeom whined, the fear falling upon him.

"We're in a real haunted hospital?" Dino screeched, looking at the older members for some type of answer, solution, or a denial and moving on.

"I don't think it'll approach again, though." Yewon stated, pausing for a moment until she pursed her lips. "At least not until I'm alone."

"So, you're saying we should just get on with the episode?" Hoshi asked, just to ensure that he was catching on with what she was implying.

The rapper nodded. "I'll just stick to someone the whole time. But, we can go on. Ask the staff to cut those parts and pretend like it was a joke?"

Seungkwan placed the back of his hands on the girl's forehead as she moved back out of instinct, but relaxing slightly once she caught on with what he was doing.

She deadpanned at the man, raising a questioning brow at him as he placed his hand on both her cheeks. "Are you serious?"

"Are you serious? You want us to continue filming? Here? Who knows what the ghosts are gonna do next!" He protested, staring at the girl like she lost her mind.

"Everyone, calm down, okay? Let's just stick together and go on with this. The staff left anyway and the front doors are locked." Jeonghan said, trying to calm the atmosphere as best as he could.

"There isn't reception here either." Vernon inputted, looking around for a moment. "We can go check it out again? Maybe it's gone?"

And then Vernon, the volunteer, and Dino, the sacraficed maknae, acompanied by Woozi, were on a voyage towards the second floor to ensure that the entity was gone.

"Was it really a chong-gaggwisin?" Mingyu asked the girl as she let out a long sigh.

"Should I have asked him what type of ghost he was? Do you want me to go back and ask him? All I know is he died alone and wanted me to die with hi-"

Loud noises from downstairs had the girl stopping, turning towards the direction of the door as Dino ran inside first, making his way to hide behind the reception desk.

Yewon had never heard the word zombie special this much ever before, or in her entire life really. She looked between the two repeatedly, confused out of her mind and even more scared as she felt Soonyoung hold onto her hand, just in case something happened.

Another scream had everyone else turning towards it, finding Dokyeom on the ground with a man over him as he screamed like his life depended on it.

Before the girl could even realise what was going on, Hoshi dragged her towards a room, standing with her behind the door, barely letting the other members in before he broke out in laughter.

The girl got sandwiched between the cackling Mingyu and Hoshi, confused out of her mind as she felt her heartbeat accelerate again.

"Where did you see him? Where?" Seungkwan asked Vernon as he peaked through the door.

"What are we going to do?" Mingyu questioned.

"This is insane." Seungkwan whispered, losing his mind at how the turns have tabled on the entire group.

"Ya, what's going on?" Yewon asked, looking at the men surrounding her as she tried to calm down her breathing and stop the tears from filling her eyes.

"Calm down, it's not the ghost." Hoshi smiled, pulling the girl towards the back of the room as he felt her hold tighten against him.

"Just poke your head out." Mingyu suggested, pulling the door open slightly as he, Vernon and Seungkwan peaked through.

"It's an actor. It's an actor." Vernon assured, turning to the girl with an assuring smile as she nodded in acknowledgement.

"Ya, Yewon-ah, come look at this." Seungkwan ushed the girl, dragging the performance leader as well as she peaked through the small opening in the door. "Are you sure this isn't what you saw?"

"Ya, I can differentiate between a living human and a freaking ghost, Boo Seungkwan. I'm not a kid." She scowled, walking back. "There was a camera there. I'll show you all once we're out."

She followed the group out, standing behind Hoshi just for reprecussion as she stared at the zombie in front of them.

"Seon." The actor drawled out as Yewon stared at it from over Hoshi's shoulder.

"Seon?" Wonwoo questioned, crouching on the reception desk.

"Seon." He repeated as Yewon found herself chuckling quietly at it.

"His name is 'Seon'." Jun interpreted.

"I'm," He paused. "A zombie who likes humans."

Yewon frowned, licking her dry lips as the others made noises of understanding.

"You like humans?" Dokyeom questioned, stepping closer to the zombie as Yewon stepped out between Vernon and Hoshi. Since Dokyeom was able to get so close to it, then why wouldn't she? Yes, she used the main vocalist as a how-scary-it-is-metre.

"I guess there are ones who don't." Jun pointed out, still on top of the desk and seemingly getting comfortable on it.

"It's...too dangerous...to stay here."

"Why? Will Zombies come here?"

Hoshi's hand tightened around Yewon's as he shuffled on his feet slightly. "Where do we go? Where?"

"There are lots...of zombies."

The 'oh' went around the what used to be a reception area as Yewon nodded along.

"Then what do we do?" The performance leader questioned.

"I'll...take you to safety."

"Ah, this is way too cliche." Mingyu stated, standing near the doorway.

"I'll guide yo-it's not cliche!"

The girl yelped as Soonyoung pushed her behind him, taking a few steps away from the commotion as Yewon watched the zombie 'attack' Mingyu.

Dokyeom approached him, forcing him to face him. "You said you liked humans!"

"What's going on?" Yewon chuckled, running a hand through her hair as she watched the strange interaction between her daily dose of sunshine and the zombie. "Dokyeomie is seriously-wah."

"Ya, this is a serious situation." Hoshi pressed, a smile on his face as she laughed again.

"I can't take anything seriously right now after what I saw, so leave me be, please."

"To the second floor."

"'To the second floor.'" Junhui interpreted again.

"Follow me."

Hoshi imitated the zombie as Yewon stared at him as if he'd grown two head, walking beside him at his pace. "What are you doing?"

He turned to her 'zombie-ly', trying his best to conceal his smile. "I'm being...a zombie." He tried to growl like it as Yewon pursed her lips, but the smile was visible in her eyes.

"You're being...an idiot." She mocked him, tsking as she shook her head.

"Your idiot." He whispered into his ear, pulling back with a proud grin as the girl's eyes widened while her face flushed red.

She punched his arm lightly, grumbling under her breath as they started walking again down the stairs.

"Your mic probably caught that." She whined at the man, trying to cover her mic as she walked down the stairs.

"So what? We've been holding hands the entire time." He raised up their interlocked hands to prove a point. "The cameras probably caught that." He mocked, making his voice a few pitches higher to match hers as she hit his arm again.

The rest of the members called out for the vocal leader, forcing him out of his hiding spot as she watched with raised eyebrows as he shook hands with the zombie.

She glanced back at the room she was in, finding the door slightly ajar as she gulped, taking an instinctive step towards Hoshi until a pair of glowing eyes and a sickly smile caught her eyes in the dark, making her snap her back and hold onto the man's arm with all her might.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, looking back at the closed room door before he turned to the girl. "Did you see something?"

"The door..." She trailed off, turning around and finding it actually closed as she felt the colour drain from her face before she looked ahead, and there it was standing right in front of her.

She pinched her eyes shut, freezing in the spot as she felt its breath against her face. "Come with me." He drawled out as she shook her head vigorously.

"Ya, Yewon-ah." Hoshi called out, shaking the girl lightly before he turned towards the other members, only to freeze as well.

"Newly wedded?" The entity asked head tilted creepily at the performance leader as Yewon's lips wobbled slightly.

"Excuse us." Hoshi bowed at it, pulling Yewon into his arms and rushing away until he was sure they were surrounded by all the members before looking back, finding it still staring at them. "Are you okay?"

Yewon shook her head, her eyes still pinched shut as she let the man guide her through. "I think it's haunting me, not the room."

"I saw it, too. It looks...haunting." He mumbled, speeding ahead until they were at the front of the cattle.

"The hallway to the other building is open now." Mingyu pointed out as Yewon slowly opened her eyes, eyes immediately falling on the previously closed doors, now open.

"This wasn't here before. It opened."

"Yes, it just opened."

"Hey, but," Wonwoo started. "Doesn't this place look suspicious?" He asked, turning back to the others with a humorous undertone in his voice.

They followed after the zombie into the long, creepy looking hallway as Yewon kept her eyes directed towards her next step, not daring to look up from the ground.

Hoshi dragged her through a pair of doors as she glanced up briefly, finding an armoury room of sorts and two other zombies standing around.

"Let me...introduce...myself. My name is Seon."

The girl put her face in her hands, taking in deep breaths before she straightened up with pursed lips.

So far, 2024 hadn't been her year.

First off, she had a miscarriage, then she almost lost a group member, then she had a fallout with her entire family and almost went into a hiatus due to a stupid injury that luckily went away quickly and now she's haunted, plus Jeonghan, the man who's been with her through it all, is going away for about two years, and so is Junhui, her favourite 96z (but, don't tell Hoshi...or Jihoon...or Wonwoo, they'll be sulky) and she's only halfway through the year. The only pro out of the year was getting another not-officialy-a-boyfriend-but-acts-like-one along to her fiancé, and meeting her first love and catching up with him and his family.

What's next? A freaking apocalypse?

She sighed, following after the crowd as they all pretended to be zombies. She really wasn't in the mood anymore, but then it's the only way to get out of there.

Dragging her leg behind and swaying lightly between the extra Seoksoon, due to Hoshi refusing to let her two feet away or in any way out of his sight as they climbed up the slanted hall, the distant growling and weird noises getting louder the higher they got.

"Wah, seriously, I came to Korea to be an idol, and now I'm a zombie." She grumbled under her breath, hearing Seungkwan's snicker behind her as she let out a heavy sigh.

"Did Myungho hyung's spirit possess you?" Seungkwan drawled out 'zombie-ly' as Yewon nodded.

"I guess I spent too much time with him."

She stood bnack against the wall, bowing at the actors as they passed by before following after the zombie leaders, Seoksoon and Seon.

Dokyeom went in first, followed by Chan, Hoshi and then it was her turn as she sat on the chair.

"Why?" The lady zombie asked as Yewon cleared her throat.

"Take care...of my...babies." She growled out, cringing at herself in her head as she pinched her eyes shut, trying her best to stay in character.

"How...many?" The man zombie asked as Yewon sat at the edge of the chair, her leg twisted and her head tilted to the side slightly.

She heard Mingyu's giggles from behind her, feeling a snort escape her before she looked at them again. "Three..."

"But...you're...young?" The lady zombie asked, leaning forward on the desk.

"They're my...zombie pets...but I call them...my kids."

"Pass!" The man asked, pointing at the door as she stood up, already on her way before he called backl for her.

"Pretend to be...human."

She stood straight, moving her larynx slightly before she bowed at the two. "I am a mother of three, my puppy Luca and my two kittens Lilac and Lil-"

"Go!" The man shrieked as she bowed again, getting back into zombie form with a shake of her head as she grabbed the permit before joining the others.

"Seriously, what's..." She trailed off, her mouth drying up as she saw the ghost again in the corner. "Kwon Soonyoung!" She called out, her body freezing as the actors around her glanced at the girl, noticing the urgency in her voice.

He looked back from his spot, seeing the girl's posture before he was running towards her, mumbling 'sorry's as they cleared way before he reached the girl, noticing the figure as he bowed at it again, mumbling a small 'excuse us' before he was glancing away.

"He's getting annoying." He huffed, looking back at it and finding its eyes still following after them.

"I can't do this." She shook her head as Hoshi let her rest against the wall, getting accompanied by the other members as he glanced at the entity again, finding it a closer corner but in the exact same position. "Soonyoungie, I can't do this." She sniffled, putting her sleeve under her nose.

"What happened?" Dino asked, looking between the two worriedly.

"The ghost." Hoshi murmured, bowing at it before turning to the older maknae. "It's haunting the two of us now."

"Are you serious? What does it look like?" Mingyu asked, a curious yet scared look in his eyes.

Hoshi glanced back at it, seeing it much closer now as he ran his hands down the girl's back comfortingly. "Tall, pale. His hair is a bit long, and he's wearing white. His eyes, though," He paused, pursing his lips for a moment before turning to Mingyu. "They're dark, bloody, and glowy."

He gulped, feeling the ghost's breath down his neck as he kept his on Mingyu, pushing Yewon's face deeper into his chest.

'And his breath stinks.' He mouthed to the class president, trying to keep as still as possible until the spirit moved back slowly, dispersing into the wall like it usually does.

Hoshi let out a shaky breath, turning around to make sure that it's gone before glancing down at Yewon.

"What? What's wrong?"

"It was fucking breathing down my neck." He gritted out. "We seriously need to get out of here."

"It's really real?" Dokyeom asked, wide eyes looking at the members slowly gathering before receiving a pair of glares from the performance leader and the younger maknae.

"If I hear that one more time." She grumbled, running her hands down her face before running them through their hair, nodding to herself assuringly.

"It can't do anything with this many people around."

Hoshi nodded along, continuing to rub her back and guiding her through deep breaths. "I won't let it do anything to you, okay?"

"All here?"

Yewon nodded at Hoshi, feeling him place a short peck on the crown of her head before they were moving ahead with the crowd towards Seon.

"Got your permits?"

The girl held the piece of paper tightly in her hand, keeping her eyes directed solely on the ground.

She went down the stairs, the blonde man's hand in hers until they were out in the lobby, too far back to hear what Seon had to say.

"We'll probably enter a new stage." Jeonghan stated, glancing over at Yewon with worried eyes, feeling helpless at what she was going through at the moment.

"Hopefully, we'll be home soon." Hoshi mumbled, squeezing her hand three times before looking at who was up ahead, until the lights went out, and Yewon gasped next to him, mumbling such a broken 'no' that had his heart breaking before he was pulling the girl protectively into his arms.

"I knew this would happen." Jun pointed out, making Yewon scoff at his tone.

Until choas fell upon them.

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⦗💌 ⦘ it's no secret that the kwon siblings love to tease each other. but what happens when you come into play?

“stop touching my food!” soonyoung whined, as his sister quickly stole another piece of meat from his plate, giggling quietly. that had to be the third time she did that in the last five minutes, and hoshi was having none of that. “told you you shouldn’t have ordered that salad,” he muttered, looking at the last pieces of his favourite food on the nearly empty plate. 

“children, could you stop fighting for once and let us eat in peace?” his father chimed in. “we can’t take you out anywhere.” 

you, on the other hand, were too focused on your own food to notice the bickering that was happening right next to you. your day had been long and tiring, and this had to be your first meal of the day, so no one was really surprised that you were kind of in your own world at the moment. besides, at this point you were so used to the kwon siblings teasing each other that you stopped paying much attention to it. 

“it’s not my fault he’s being a chil- hey! why does she get to steal your food?” soonyoung’s sister asked indignantly, pointing her finger at you. “why are you not yelling at her, huh?” 

you quickly stopped in your tracks with your fork between yours and hoshi's plate with the last piece of his meat on it, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you without having to look up. “huh? what’s going on?” you asked, confused. sharing food in your relationship was normal, to be honest - you never fully ate whatever you ordered, you always shared it between each other, so why did you feel like you just committed a crime? 

“maybe because she’s my girlfriend, you moron,” soonyoung snickered, and moved his arm from the back of your chair to lay his hand on your thigh. “eat up, baby. don’t worry about her,” he said, and pecked your temple. 

his sister laughed bitterly, and set her fork down, clearly annoyed. “don’t worry about her? remember who’s the oldest here, kwon soonyoung.” 

your eyes wandered between the two with amusement, as you munched on the meat you just stole from soonyoung. it must have looked really funny from the perspective of the people sitting at the nearby tables - two adults shouting insults at each other like five-year-olds, but for you (less for their parents) this  was pure entertainment. 

your boyfriend and his sister were the epitome of a brother- sister dynamic. 

“oh my god, why are you so surprised i’m letting my literal girlfriend have my food?” he probably didn’t notice how his grip on you slightly tightened on the word “girlfriend”, but you couldn’t hide the small smile as he did that. it was cute how his body was unconsciously paying attention to you without him even knowing. “stop being a pain in the ass, and keep eating that grass or whatever that is.” 

“did you just rhyme ass with gra-?” 

“okay, you know what? you,” soonyoung’s mom pointed her fork at her daughter, “stop stealing his food. and you,” now she turned her head to her son, “have nothing left on that plate so leave, or keep your mouth zipped.” 

“but mom, it wasn’t me who started this!” 

yeah, the kwon family was a funny bunch, and you thanked your luckiest stars you could be a part of this beautiful mess.

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You are Hugh’s young controversial co-star

The fact I barley had to make these senacrios up cause Hugh is such a FREAK. I loved this so much so I think I’m gonna have to do more. The idea of being his young gf has me gnawing at my knuckles

Warnings: age gap (55-22) sexual innuendos, lap dancing?

You and Hugh walked out to the cheering crowd, waving and smiling and greeting your host, Jonathon Ross. It was late night tv and you were dressed for it. In a oversized Blazer that just about fell mid-thigh while Hugh was dashing in a tight black suit.

He gave his smile to the crowd, who yelled loud at the sight of him (not that you would ever blame them). His hand was warm on the small of your back, leading you to Jonathon.

You all hugged and sat on the leather sofa, Hugh cozing up to you, thighs pressed together and his arm thrown over the back, his fingers tracing your arm.

'How lovely you're here, thank you for coming, the both of you,' said Ross.

'Thank you,' said Hugh.

'Thank you for having us,' you say, holding your knee.

Ross gestured to you. 'You're first time.'

'My first time, yes,' you say.

Hugh whoops and claps before putting his arm back to it's place.

'Let's hope it's not your last,' said Ross, earning a chuckle. 'One of the most beautiful young women in the world-' he starts as Hugh agrees quickly. 'One of Hollywood's most ruggedly handsome man, and Hugh Jackman.'

You chuckle, patting his knee. Everyone caught how his hand gripped yours on his knee before you pulled it away.

'Now, Hugh, you're newly single,' pointed out Ross.

'Thanks, yes, I am,' said Hugh.

'And you-' said Ross, gesturing to you. 'Are you- you can't be single?'

'I am,' you chuckle.

'No,' gasped Ross as the crowd laugh.

'I know,' said Hugh, acting just as shocked, or maybe secretly delighted.

'Well, you're both single,' Ross gestured between the two of you. 'Blimey, you'd have crazy good looking kids, wouldn't you?'

You all chuckle, Hugh's cheeks turning a rose as you shift in your seat, shifting closer to him unknowingly. 'I'm 22,' you defend.

'What?' gasped Ross.

'I'm only 22.'

'Bloody hell,' Ross fanned himself off and Hugh reached over, taking a card and fanning himself too. You chuckle, leaning on Hugh even more.

'Even my son- my son, I shouldn't be saying this, he's asked me not to, but even he has a crush on you,' said Hugh. He threw a leg over his other, his entire body directing to you as you tuck our head and chuckle softly, knowing the look Hugh was giving you. Him biting his lip.

You put a finger up to him. 'Yeah, he'll kill you for saying that.'

'But this film, the two of you are in, surely your son hasn't seen that?' asked Ross as a picture of the two of you in the film plays behind the two of you. 'Because it's a very, very proactive film. There's- there's a lot of nudity.'

'Yeah,' you agree as someone in the crowd wolf whistles. 'Most of it's Hugh so, I quite enjoyed it.'

Hugh smirked, raising a brow. 'So did I.'

'How did you two manage that? Cause, well, now that I know you're 22, fucking hell.'

You laughed loudly as did the crowd while Hugh watched you, like he was waiting to take a bite out of you. Eventually, you tried to answer but Ross interrupted you, reaching over to wave the cards at Hugh.

'Stop looking at her like that!' he teased as Hugh broke out the daze.

'Sorry, sorry...' he chuckled as you leant your head on his shoulder, smiling up at him. His hand reached over, gripping your knee. Goosebumps awoke at his touch.

'Well I think we know how you handled filming those scenes,' said Jonathan, quickly moving on.

Hugh pressed his hands into your shoulders, forcing you to shift so your back was to his chest and he'd drawn you in, arms wrapped around your waist like a couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other. 'Keep talking, keep going,' he told Ross while you shook your hair from your face and buried your head in Hugh's chest.

It was the sort of thing the crowd thought they shouldn't be around to witness.

'Can you- get off each other!' said Jonathon as you feel Hugh's chest rattle with laughter. 'It's like watching a porno.'

Hugh stands, slowly teasing off his blazer as a joke. The crowd love it, whistling and wanting more but he laughed and sat back down with you, leaving it open. 'Better stop those camera's and we'll see,' he teased, sending you a wink.

'Actually, y/n, are you just wearing one of his blazers?' asks Jonathon, gesturing to your outfit.

You huff. 'I knew that was gonna come.'

'Yeah, not the only one in this interview,' joked Ross as the two of you turned red and everyone laughed.

'What kind of show is this?!'

'I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you're a child!'

Hugh was laughing, falling on the sofa with his laughs as slowly you managed to get back to the questions.

'Now, other than this, is it true, y/n that you'll be playing Black Cat in the next spider-man movies?' he asked.

'Yes, I will,' you smiled. A picture of your character, Felicia Hardy in her tight black leather and mask turned up on screen. Hugh clapped.

'Yoza!' Ross exclaimed. 'I hope you'll be thirty by the time you squeeze into that thing,' the crowd laugh. 'But, it's true and I didn't know this, but Black Cat and Wolverine, had a thing in the comics.'

You nod. 'I mean Wolverine gets passed around a lot, so.'

Hugh adjusted in his seat. 'I'll say.'

'But you're a fan of spider-man?' asked Jonathan.

'Big fan, yeah,' you agree.

Hugh hums un-impressed as the crowd chuckle. With the arm that was slung over the back of the sofa, he flex's, showing off his muscle earing a cheer from the crowd while you tried to see what he was doing behind your back, but couldn't.

'Well, here we have some toys, a Wolverine and a Black Cat.' He handed you guys your respective toys. 'There you go, you guys can have a play with yourselves.'

Hugh reaches over and swaps your toys so you're left with the little Wolverine. 'I wanna play with you,' he mumbled as the crowd chuckled as he hid your toy under his blazer.

You laughed, fiddling with the Wolverine. 'Smaller than I remember,' you tease, sticking your tongue out at Hugh.

Playfully, Hugh stuck out his own tongue and went for his belt, pretending to check inside before breaking off chuckling. His arm fell back around you, boldly, his fingers stroking your arm.

'So, back to those silly little Marvel movies,' said Ross, eyeing Hugh's hand on you but not commenting on it. 'Hugh, I know you came back for Deadpool and Wolverine but have kept quiet if you'd ever do something again. Would you come back-'

'Would I come back to fulfil the romance with Wolverine and Black Cat, yes, yes I would,' he interrupted quickly.

Jonathan throws his cards down. 'Well, I don't know what this interview has turned into.'

After such an interview, twitter blew up.

You just know Hugh and y/n practised those intimate scene's in their trailer, He couldn't keep his hands of her, she's SO LUCKY, Hugh, please baby, I could treat you so much better, She's so me, 'Smaller than I remember,' please she KNOWS HE'S BIG DOWN UNDER, Guys, she's literally 22 and he's 55, wtf?! Daddy! She sees her chance and she took it! Love her for that, Guys those scenes are the steamiest in hollywood omd- He's literally been warned off dating younger and it's so obvious they're DATING, Hugh and Y/N:

After that interview, everyone started digging for more of you and Hugh interviews. It wasn't difficult seeing as your movie was the most talked about, typically for it's sexual nature and those explicit scenes, but now also for the chemistry that was you and Hugh, it was a little less that chemistry but our right horniness on your parts. It seemed, in spite of the significant age gap, Hugh nor you cared to address it.

There was one particular where you interrupted one of Hugh's interviews.

His face lit up to joy when you stepped in the room, ducking under the camera's and lights. 'Here she is!' he cheered, his arms holding out to greet you.

'Sorry, I have strawberries,' you greeted the crew and the interviewer, apologising to the lady for interrupting and offering her a strawberry from the bowl you carried. 'Aw, isn't she the sweetest?' he said, his arms still out and waiting.

Finally, you walked over to him and in shot of the camera. Clearly, there was nowhere for you to sit but Hugh didn't see that as a problem as he pulled you to sit in his lap, caging you in with his arms locked around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder.

'You have strawberries?' he hummed.

You offer him one, almost expecting him to take it with his own hands but he reaches out to you with his mouth, taking a bite, his teeth grazing your fingers. You watched, as did probably everyone in the studio.

It was so simple. And very erotic.

You laughed and looked back to the camera, fanning yourself and offering the bowl again to the lady interviewing Hugh. He still, didn't relent his hold on you. 'I only came to offer you guys fruit,' you argue.

'I haven't had my fill,' said Hugh, this time taking a strawberry himself. 'Oh, y/n, tell them about my muscles.'

'Why?' you laughed.

'Are they real?' asked the interviewer.

'Ah,' you chuckle and grab one of the arms that was around you, holding it up and getting him to flex it. 'You wanna feel?' you invite the lady.

She joins your sides, cupping his muscle and giving it a squeeze, telling the camera how hard it felt as you barked a laugh, taking another strawberry while Hugh let it all happen, like a good sport.

He grinned cheekily up at you. 'I really am being passed around.'

Then, someone from behind the camera was urging you on with your own interviews.

Hugh finally let you up, but followed as you stood, walking you just beyond the camera. But another picked up everything. As he kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly, whispering in your ear that the camera strapped to him picked up. 'I'll see you later, baby.'

They also just caught the way he tapped your bum on the way out the room before he took his seat again.

Fans spiralled.

But they spiralled more when, in another interview that must have been from the same day (as Eagle eyed fans caught the two of you in the same outfits) where Hugh joined you in an interview.

'Oh no,' you said, though smiling up at him.

'What's this?' he mused, sliding in and crouching down next to you. 'I'll make myself cosy.'

'This is cause I briefly interrupted one of his interviews,' you explained to the interviewer.

'Briefly?' he scoffed. 'I couldn't concentrate after that- and you took the strawberries with you.'

'Oh sorry,' you apologise.

Hugh settled in, looking around. 'So what are the two of you talking about, ladies?'

The crew and interviewer laugh at his attitude. 'Actually, I was just gonna ask, because in this film, there's a scene which takes place in a strip club. But also, for your twenty-second birthday, you went to a strip club or something?'

You laughed as Hugh turned to you and hummed in interest. 'It wasn't a strip club. We went to go see Magic Mike live, erm, for our birthday, cause our birthdays are kinda close. And-and I did get pulled on stage and was given a lap dance,' you nodded. 'Fond memory that I will hold dearly.'

The interviewer laughed. 'Was it Channing Tatum?'

'No, sadly. And it wasn't Hugh either,' you pouted, looking over to him.

Hugh was already on his feet, 'well....' his legs stretched out as he stood over you.

'Oh, you stand, I sit?' you asked, sitting straight as the interviewer even craned her neck to get a look at him.

He smirked down at you. 'Of course, you relax. Do we have any music?'

Suddenly a tune started and you blushed, holding your cheeks as you realised what was going down.

Hugh was grinning like a teen, grabbing the back of your chair. 'Ok, y/n, just you and me. How you feelin' bout this?' his hips started to move in slow circles, dangerously close to you as you leant back and ducked your head. His hand cupped your chin, dragging your face up to look at him. 'Hey, look at me baby, c'mon,' his thumb ghosted your bottom lip as pulled back and dropped to his knees, laughing and hugging you.

The interviewer cheered. 'Well, I don't know about you, y/n, but that's one of my fond memories.'

God, I see what you've done for y/n...

Hugh is one lucky man,

Hugh? Y/N is the luckiest girl on earth,

Ryan seeing his man been taken,

I feel like I'm seeing something I shouldn't be witnessing,

taglist (thank you!): @oatmilkriver, @angstdaddy, @chronicallybubbly, @white-wolf-buckaroo, @th3mrskory, @wolfyychan, @chaimshelii, @wolviesgirl, @haytchee

Smash.

megan thee stallion

Mine mysterious Boyfriend

ੈ✩ synopsis - y/n is a very successful influencer who is known for producing aesthetically pleasing vlogs about her travels, normal day to day life, going to restaurants to taste test food. But even though she gets millions of viewers on a daily basis, her most popular videos are of her sitting down and explaining the latest drama to her never before seen boyfriend. Her viewers are so curious on how he looks since they've been together for a couple of years and y/n has always blurred or added a cute hand drawn character of a white dog with dark eye bags to cover his face whenever he gets in frame. That is until a trip to Japan where the couple was peacefully vlogging by a little tanghulu stand, and a streamer was filming not that far from the couple and caught them in 4K. Revealing y/n’s boyfriend to the world.

ੈ✩ pairing - soobin x fem!reader

ੈ✩ a/n - hey…𓏗-𓏗 it’s been a while since my last post and again sorry. I have been working and trying to get my bag. A little life update: I met katseye during their first fan event which was CRAZYt they are so pretty in person, then I went to see the txt vr movie seeing them so close was freaking me out while also kicking my feet (and yes I’m seeing it a second time I’m delulu). I want to start writing little scenarios of the members instead of full stories. Maybe it will help me write more and get more creative. Inspired by my girl Stephanie Soo and her husband (I love them!)

Y/n Rose started her channel 3 years ago and it instantly blew up because of her aesthetic style and people loved how relatable and humble she was with her new found fame through social media. Lots of people talk about how y/n is a loser stuck in a hot person’s body because of her clumsy self and does little stupid things that people find funny and cute. Her viewers didn’t just get invested into her very entertaining content, but because of y/n’s mysterious boyfriend. Who goes by Soob or Binie and sometimes toki which means ‘bunny’ in Korean. Reddit fans tried their hardest to try to find any photos of her boyfriend through her old post, but unfortunately nothing was found besides him being Korean because of the toki nickname and in videos he’s teaching y/n Korean.

Fans are so desperate to see his face since they know he has to be fine to be able to bag someone as beautiful as y/n, plus he literally has people post edits on tiktok of his hands because his hands are just that attractive to many. Luckily y/n’s fans are respectful and don’t push y/n for information even fans that meet y/n in person don’t sneak pictures of him and don’t answer people’s questions about him.

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Currently the two are flying back to Japan since it’s literally their favorite place to visit since it has everything they’re obsessed with like; anime, Nintendo store, and really good food. Y/n filmed a little montage of herself playing on her deco rog ally (a handheld console almost like a switch) then of her putting on skincare along with a face mask. Until tragedy struck because Soob took off his glasses and placed them on his seat before going to the restroom to wash his face, as he wanted to do his skincare with y/n and once he came back Soob completely forgot he placed his glasses down and sat on them.

The two gasped at the crack sound that came from his butt. “No you did not.” Y/n tried covering her laugh with placing a hand over her mouth, while looking at Soob and back at the camera. Soob slowly reached down and took a pair of now flimsy glasses causing the couple to silently laugh. Y/n accidentally hit her little table so hard that her camera fell off since it was placed at the edge. With Soob’s quick reaction he was able to catch the camera mid air, “y/n-ah!” He whispered yelled. “We can’t already start breaking things before we even make it to Japan.” Soob adjusted the camera in a better angle while y/n hid her face in her (Soob’s) hoodie trying not to be too loud.

After calming down y/n wiped her tears from laughing so much. “Show them your glasses binie.” Soob then held his glasses out like those people who review makeup products, with his hand behind the glasses so the camera can focus on the damage. “Mind you this is the second time this has happened. Where he sets his glasses on the chair goes do something then comes back and his ass does all the damage.” Soob breaks into a laugh. “Sorry that my ass is pretty strong.”

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Y/n gave a quick room tour of the big hotel room that has an amazing view of Tokyo with the help of her very cute boyfriend who is a great camera man. As y/n was talking she couldn’t help but look at how her toki was giving her heart eyes making y/n lose focus on what she was trying to say. “Stop looking at me like that!” He instantly smiled and continued to tease her. “Like what?”

Fans definitely screen recorded the clip and started making edits quickly. The two finished unpacking and were supposed to start getting ready to adventure outside, but y/n saw that Soob looked so comfortable laying on the bed that she just had to try the bed too. As y/n was now laying down next for Soob explaining their plans to the camera, he instantly got a wave of sleepiness with the warmth of y/n by his side. He set an alarm on his phone which he placed next to him and started to snuggle into her. Y/n was unbothered Soob hugging her or being in frame because she would just edit a sleepy yongmeong sticker over his face.

“He’s making me sleepy~” y/n snicker while watching her toki sleep with his head resting on her shoulder through her viewfinder. It didn’t take long before y/n closed her eyes and started sleeping with the camera still filming. She ended up editing a little fast forward clip of the two sleeping before it cuts to them actually walking down a little street with of course Soob being her cameraman.

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“So we’re actually at a convenience store because someone got sleepy and then got me sleepy, so we ended up sleeping for a couple hours.” Y/n explained, while also swinging their connected hands back and forth happily. “Blame it on the jet lag because I’m so used to New York time.” Soob tries to justify himself. “I guess.” Y/n playfully rolls her eyes at him making Soob laugh. The couple were a few steps away from the convenience store before Soob cuts himself off, “oh! Should we show them your fit?” He backed away to give the camera a full shot of y/n’s outfit. “No, I look like Adam Sandler right now!” Y/n whined, hiding her face with her hands slightly embarrassed by just wearing Soob’s hoodie again with loose gray sweatpants with bows running all down on sides of her legs, paired with her cute decorated crocs. She was still giving a coquette feel to the fit.

“It’s giving Adam Sandler meets coquette vibes.” Soob jokes further leaving a pout on y/n’s lips. “I’m joking. You look very cute.” Soob gently pulls y/n by her hand into a hug comforting her. Cute little gestures like that instantly boosts y/n’s mood, she could never genuinely get mad at Soob. “Let’s show the viewers your OOTD.” Y/n makes sure to just film from the neck down. “Binie has his classic white button up, wide legged pants, basic white shoes, and to top it off his brown bag. It’s giving very boyfriend vibes 101, very demure, very cutesy, very mindful.” Y/n and Soob burst out laughing, getting stares from a couple of people, but they didn’t mind.

“Let’s go get your flavored ice.” Soob wrapped his arm our y/n’s shoulder guiding her in the convenience store. “Oh my god yes! Guys I have been seeing that mainly in Korea there’s this thing- I forgot what it’s called, but it’s for people who love to eat ice. It’s peach flavored ice!” y/n was so excited making Soob smile down at her still filming. “It’s also because she would see those Korean cheerleaders do the little dance and then sit back down to eat the ice.” Soob added. Y/n pulled away from Soob and started the iconic dance the cheerleaders do, making Soob laugh more.

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To no one’s surprise y/n loved the ice and literally finished it in 5 minutes. They got a lot of snacks before heading to their next stop which is a popular tanghulu stand. It was a pretty crowded place since there’s lots of stores all around plus it was the evening, the perfect time to hang out. They weren’t the only ones thinking the same because not far from them was a female streamer obviously streaming also eating tanghulu with her friend. “Guys this is so good!” Her eyes wided while munching on the solid sugar-covered strawberry. She wasn’t paying attention that her chat was freaking out about a certain couple that was being shown in the corner. “Huh? Why is everyone freaking out? Is there a celebrity around here?” Even her friend was confused looking around.

The female streamer was now closely reading the comments until a certain comment in all caps shocked her.

#1: OMG IT'S Y/N AND SOOB!! U JUST REVEALED HIS FACE

“You just revealed-no fucking way!” The poor streamer panicked because they were also big fans of them, but she just unintentionally did something bad. She knew how private y/n is when it comes to Soob to the point where even if Soob is showing something on his phone that y/n blurs the reflection of his face on his phone in videos. The streamer quickly ended her stream abruptly, “dude I have to go up to them and tell them.” She looked at her friend with a stressed expression. “I’m sure they will understand. We’ll go together, plus you didn’t mean to show Soob’s face like that.” Her friend had a point. So she took a deep breath and began walking up to them.

As the couple was just finishing their second sweet treat of the day the poor streamer interrupted them saying their thoughts to the camera. “Um…I’m sorry to interrupt, but hi I’m Alice I’m a streamer and I was streaming literally not long ago and…”, Alice was trying to find the right words. “I didn’t know you guys were in the frame and many, many people saw Soob’s face. I’m so sorry.” Alice hated confrontation and was about to burst into tears with how their smiles instantly dropped. The couple looked at each other trying to feel words on what to say.

“Oh, um thank you for telling us instead of leaving us to find out online. Don’t feel sorry it wasn’t your fault plus we’re in public people are recording and taking pictures. Plus I know I could only do so much to try and protect Soob’s identity.” Y/n caressed Alice’s arm to try to make her feel better, clearly seeing her distressed face. “I can’t hide forever, and I again appreciate you telling us.” Alice was shocked at how they were taking this. ”And I’m assuming you're a fan since you know Soob and I.” Y/n wanted to lighten up the mood. “I am!” Alice bursted into tears. Making everyone laugh, as she got to free her emotions. “I loved you guys since the beginning and oh my god you are so handsome and she’s so pretty it’s insane! You are such a power couple and I love seeing Soob always helping you record and you always covering his face with yongmeong who is such a cute character!” Alice finally got to say what she always thought of saying if she ever got to meet them.

Both y/n and Soob’s heart was melting at the cute sight of Alice fangirling and expressing her love for them. They ended up taking pictures together and ensuring Alice that it’s okay and truly wasn’t her fault revealing Soob.

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It was trending everywhere the clip made it’s rounds and Y/n quickly addressed it before anyone would try to send hate to Alice, and Soob wanted to make a video with y/n after a couple of weeks finally actually revealing himself. He felt like it was inevitable for this to happen and it was bound to happen just not like this. With his decision to do this y/n was a bit opposed to doing this because she knows that Soob is a very private person. But she could tell Soob was already set on doing it.

“After lots of thinking I think it’s time to show the world the literal love of my life.” Y/n and Soob were certainly sitting on the floor in their living room back in New York with a yongmeong face pillow still covering Soob’s face. “Are you going to put it down?” Soob chuckled at y/n. “I’m nervous!” Y/n was more anxious than Soob. “I’ll do it then.” Soob took the face pillow and placed it on his lap. Y/n squealed seeing Soob’s face in the viewfinder.

“Hi I’m Soobin also known as Soob and Binie.” Soobin covered his face feeling shy with y/n hyping him up.

The world suddenly was more colorful, the air was fresher, and the water was bluer and clear now that Soobin revealed his face. People were happy having an actual face to the name and seeing the most visually stunning couple. Soobin even unprivated his instagram but his instagram was literally a fan page of y/n because it was girlfriend material photos of y/n, and his only post with his face was his most recent one that still has y/n in the picture. Which people found so cute that Soobin is so down bad for y/n.

never wanted to be anyone’s controversially younger girlfriend more than i want to be his

short n' sweet

Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you If you want forever, I bet you do (I bet you do) Just know you'll taste me too

SABRINA CARPENTER and JENNA ORTEGA — Sabrina Carpenter: Taste (Official Video)

just thinking about how logan definitely would always want to cum in your pussy. even though you told him to not cum in you because you're off the pill for a month, he'd just want to burry his seed deep in your warm cunt you know? and when you say things like, "please, logan, don't cum in me." he'd just grunt in anger while his hips snapped even faster, drilling his cock into your juicy cunt. "mmhh.. shut up." grunting before slapping your mouth with his palm and lay his forehead against yours watching your eyes widened. "'m gonna cum deep in this cunt, and you cant stop me." and when he's reaching his high, he'd let out the most pornographic moans mixed after just letting himself go, spurting his hot seed inside your cunt. "that's right princess, you're gonna have my pup, and you're not going anywhere, you're mine, forever."

brb need to drench myself in holy water.

cheol moments that live rent free in my mind🍒💞 #HappySeungcherryDay #띵동띵동_승철이_생일이다_문열어

for @scouped 😈♡

━━━ 'CHAPTER NINE' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ music and forgiveness dont really go hand in hand as you'd expect.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; flashbacks, near death experience, alot of angst, mentions of bullying, depression, some fluff, mentions of puking, reoccuring ptsd, exclusion, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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determination had fueled their attempt to break into the 'instrument room', but now, defeat settled in. daesu slumped against the unyielding door, his breath escaping in a frustrated sigh. "shit, it's no use." joonyeong's voice broke the silence, his stomach growling in protest. "i'm starving," he said, dropping into the chair beside daesu. the two groups sat in a face-off, a circle of chairs on either side of the room. namra positioned herself by the doors, ever vigilant, with suhyeok at her side. earlier, she had given him permission to intervene if necessary, but a reassuring word from you had eased her concerns. for now, everything was settling.

you crouched down, your eyes scanned the drawers beneath the chalkboard, searching for anything of value. your stomach growled, a gentle reminder of your hunger. you hoped to stumble upon something edible, but the first drawer revealed only a knotted mess of wires and extra outlet boxes. undeterred, you methodically explored each drawer, your fingers tracing the contours of the tangled cords, your mind focused on the task at hand. the silence was punctuated only by the soft creak of the drawers as you opened and closed them, your search fueled by a glimmer of hope.

suhyeok's gaze lingered on you, his eyes fixed from a short distance away. positioned strategically, he was close enough to offer assistance if needed, yet also within reach of namra, ready to intervene if the situation took a turn. his thoughts, however, drifted to a different time and place - the school hallways, where you had once been a fleeting presence, a whisper of a person, barely perceptible. your quiet nature had allowed you to blend into the shadows, your existence slowly fading from notice. but now, suhyeok's mind was consumed by the weight of a shared past, a dreadful day that had left an indelible mark. he couldn't help but wonder how he would ever find the courage to face you again, to reconcile the ghosts of your shared history.

as you took the smooth wires from the drawer, your gaze drifted to the right, drawn to namra's fixed stare on the door beside her. her intensity was noticeable, and you felt an inexplicable pang of unease. your eyes darted back to the wires, then returned to namra, your mind weighing a suggestion that instantly felt wrong. something about it seemed cruel, inhumane. sensing her awareness of your gaze, you quickly looked away, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. instead, you tucked the wire into your pants pocket, thinking it might prove useful someday. the gesture was a distraction from the uncomfortable moment, a way to shift your focus away from the unspoken tension.

as you rummaged through the adjacent cupboard, a treasure trove of guitar picks and sheet music lay before you, a seemingly endless supply. suddenly, a presence materialized beside you, and you turned to find suhyeok squatting next to you, his arms crossed over his knees. his face was a mask of solemnity, his gaze piercing as he looked at you. for a moment, you locked eyes with him, drowning in the depths of his dark caramel irises. then, you broke away, your focus returning to the cupboard's contents as you continued to dig through the clutter, the silence between you thick with unspoken emotions.

suhyeok's eyes remained fixed on yours, his gaze burning with an unspoken desire to connect, to bridge the gap that had grown between you. he wanted to talk to you, to ask how you were, to know what you were thinking, but the words caught in his throat like dry leaves. his mind was a jumble of emotions, a tangled web of regret, concern, and longing. he shifted his weight, his eyes darting to the floor, then back to yours, searching for a spark, a hint of what to say. the silence stretched out, a canvas waiting to be filled with words, but suhyeok's brush remained poised, unsure of where to begin. he cleared his throat, a faint sound, a prelude to speech, but still, the words wouldn't come, frozen in his chest like winter's snow.

you pushed the cupboard door shut, the soft click echoing through the room, a punctuation mark to your fruitless search. standing up, you stretched your arms over your head, arching your back in a gentle stretch. as you turned to move on to the next cupboard, your path was blocked by suhyeok's crouched form. he remained frozen, his eyes still fixed on your prior form, his expression a mixture of longing and uncertainty. his position, though unintentional, was a physical manifestation of the emotional barrier between you. you hesitated, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected obstacle. suhyeok, sensing your pause, slowly rose to his feet, his movements slow but fluid. his eyes try to meet yours, his gaze a gentle plea for connection, for understanding. the air was thick with unspoken words, the silence, a breathing entity that pulsed with unease.

as suhyeok shifted out of the way, you continued your search, moving downwards to the next cupboard. the door creaked softly as you opened it, revealing a neatly stacked array of small boxes, each adorned with labels in precise handwriting. curiosity piqued, you began to remove the boxes one by one, placing them down beside you on either side, creating a small assembly line of mysterious containers. the labels read like an odd inventory: "winter songs", "forgotten songs", "popular melodies", and "drafts". the boxes themselves were brown, their lids closed with a tiny click. as you arranged them, the silence between you and suhyeok remained, but your focus on the task at hand created a sense of purpose, a distraction.

suhyeok squatted beside you once more, his movements quiet as he positioned himself closer than before. his eyes fixed on the boxes, and he began to pick them up one by one, examining their contents with an air of curiosity. you didn't acknowledge him, your focus still on the cupboard's depths, but you were aware of his proximity, his shoulder almost touching yours. as he delved into the boxes, a faint rustling sound filled the air, accompanied by the occasional soft whisper of surprise. meanwhile, your hand closed around something unexpected in the back of the drawer - a hammer, its handle worn, its head heavy with use. you pulled it out, the tool feeling solid in your grasp, a contrast to the delicate boxes and their mysterious contents. suhyeok's gaze remained fixed on the box in his hands, but you sensed his awareness of the hammer, his attention piqued by the unexpected discovery.

suhyeok's fingers unfolded the paper he found in the box labeled ‘drafts’, his eyes scanning the contents with a mix of curiosity and reverence. as he read, his expression transformed, a softness creeping into his features. the paper was a letter, but not just any letter - it was a song, the words dancing across the page in a harmony of apology and longing. music notes were scribbled in the margins, a melancholic melody that seemed to match the rhythm of suhyeok's heartbeat. his voice, barely above a whisper, began to recite the words, the lyrics pouring out like a gentle stream:

"in the silence, i hear your voice

a whispered sorrow, a heartfelt choice

to let go, to move on, to find

a way to heal, to leave the past behind"

as he read, the words seemed to take on a life of their own, filling the space between you with a sense of yearning. the apology was raw, honest, and beautiful, a poignant expression of regret and hope. suhyeok's eyes never left the paper, but you sensed his gaze reaching out to you, his heart speaking directly to yours. the hammer in your hand felt heavy, a tangible weight compared to the ethereal beauty of the song. the moment hung suspended, a delicate balance of emotions, as suhyeok's voice faded into the silence, leaving only the echoes of the apology.

you rose to your feet, your focus swiftly shifting away from suhyeok and the emotional intensity of the moment. the hammer, still clutched in your hand, seemed to grow heavier as you walked towards the desk, its surface a blur of wood and scattered papers. with a quiet thud, you placed the hammer down, the sound a punctuation mark to your deliberate dismissal of the tender moment. the desk's edge was cool beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the warmth of suhyeok's words, still lingering in the air like a gentle breeze. you didn't look back, your gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond the desk, as if willing yourself to move forward, to leave the vulnerability of the moment behind.

as you stood there, lost in thought, your gaze drifted upward, and you noticed jimin sitting in a corner of the room, her eyes fixed on a small video camera she had discovered. the camera's lens was pointed at her face, and she was speaking in a soft, introspective tone, as if sharing secrets with an old friend. her words were directed at the camera, but they seemed to be meant for whoever might find the video in the future. "to whoever is watching this," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "i hope you're doing okay. i hope you're finding what you're looking for." she paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "i'm leaving this here in case...in case things don't work out. in case i'm not around to explain myself." her eyes dropped, her gaze falling to the floor as she struggled to find the right words. "i just want you to know that i tried. i tried to make things right, to fix what was broken." the camera captured every nuance of her expression, every tremble of her lip, as she spoke from the heart. you watched, transfixed, as jimin's words hung in the air, a message in a bottle, cast into the unknown.

jimin's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, her voice taking on a slightly harder edge as she continued speaking to the camera. "if you're watching this, and you're one of those who left us here...who abandoned us without looking back..." her words trailed off, as if she was collecting her thoughts, choosing them carefully. "i want you to know that i remember. we all remember. and i hope...i hope that someday, somehow, you'll face the consequences of what you did." her gaze seemed to bore into the lens, as if she could see the faces of those who had wronged her and the others. "punish them," she whispered, her voice dripping with a quiet intensity. "punish them for leaving us to rot in this place. punish them for not coming back for us." the camera captured the raw emotion on her face, the pain and the anger, as she spoke words that seemed to be torn from the very depths of her soul.

while jimin's words faded away, hroryeong gently took the video camera from her hand, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. she turned the camera towards herself, the lens focusing on her face as she began to speak in a soft, trembling voice. "mom...dad..." she whispered, as if the camera was a portal to the past, a way to reach the parents she had lost. "i'm sorry...i'm so sorry..." tears began to well up in her eyes, her voice cracking with emotion as she spoke to the camera as if it were her parents. "i remember the way you used to smile at me...the way you used to hold my hand. i remember everything." her gaze dropped, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the camera, lost in memories. "i wish you were here...i wish you could see me now. i wish you could tell me everything is going to be okay." the camera captured every tear, every quiver of her lip, as hroryeong poured out her heart to the absent parents, her words a poignant expression of love, loss, and longing.

you couldn't bear to watch anymore, the emotions raw and overwhelming. you turned away from the group, your gaze falling upon the last drawer, still unopened. your hand reached out, almost mechanically, and pulled it open. the contents were shrouded in darkness, a mystery waiting to be uncovered. as you peered into the drawer, the sounds of the group's confessions, their last words to the world, faded into the background. you felt a sense of detachment, as if you were observing yourself from afar, going through the motions. the drawer's interior revealed a blank empty cupboard. staring at it in defeat, you sigh and stand up with a small curse, “shit.”

you stood there, lost in thought, until suhyeok approached you once more, his footsteps quiet on the dusty floor. he stood beside you, his eyes fixed on the empty drawer, before turning to face you. his gaze was soft, his voice barely above a whisper, as he finally spoke to you. "i'm sorry," he said, his words simple, yet profound. "i'm sorry for not being able to save you." his eyes searched yours, as if seeking forgiveness, understanding. the air between you seemed to vibrate with tension, the weight of unspoken emotions, as suhyeok's words hung in the balance, waiting for your response.

suhyeok's voice cut through the silence, his words a gentle plea. "i need you to understand," he said, his tone soft, yet urgent. "i know i made a mistake. i know i let you down." he took a step forward, his eyes locked on yours, searching for a glimmer of forgiveness. "i was scared, ...but that's no excuse." his voice cracked, a hint of emotion seeping through. you scoff, “you were scared, huh?” you look away. "i should have been stronger, i should have been there for you." he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "i know i can't undo what's been done...but i need you to know that i regret it. i regret not being able to protect you." his words hung in the air, a heartfelt confession, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between you. the silence that followed was heavy with tension, as if the very fate of your relationship hung in the balance, waiting for your response.

you shook your head, a slow, deliberate motion, as if trying to clear the words from your mind. "stop," you said, your voice firm, but barely above a whisper. "just stop." you raised a hand, a clear gesture of dismissal, as if trying to physically push the words away. "i can't forgive you," you said, the words tumbling out, a harsh truth. "i don't know if i ever can." suhyeok's face fell, his eyes dropping to the floor, as if the weight of your words was crushing him. "look its..," he whispered, but you cut him off. "stop talking," you said, your voice rising, a hint of anger creeping in. "just stop. i don't want to hear it." the silence that followed was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated the room, leaving only the echoes of your words, a stark reminder of the chasm between you.

as you and suhyeok stood there, locked in a tense moment, neither of you noticed namra staring by the doorway, watching you both with an intent gaze. she was a silent witness to the emotional exchange, her expression unreadable. you and suhyeok were too caught up in your own emotions to notice her looking there, frozen in silence.

onjo appeared beside you, her gentle smile a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room just moments before. she held out the camcorder, its lens still warm from onjo’s earlier confession. "here," she said softly, her eyes locked on yours. "i think it's your turn." her voice was a gentle invitation, a nod to the unspoken understanding that each of you had a story to tell, a truth to reveal. the camcorder seemed to hover in mid-air, a symbol of the trust and vulnerability that had been shared among you. you felt a sense of trepidation, a hesitation to bare your soul, but onjo's gentle smile reassured you, encouraged you to take the next step. the camera seemed to wait, patiently, for your story, your truth.

you sat next to the open window, the warm sunlight spilling in, casting a gentle glow on the room. the camcorder felt heavy in your hands, its weight a reminder of the responsibility that came with sharing your truth. you fiddled with the camera, your mind racing with thoughts of what to say, or if you should say anything at all. the silence was oppressive, a physical presence that pressed upon your skin, making your heart feel heavy. you looked out the window, watching as the sunlight danced through the leaves of the trees, wondering if you had the courage to reveal your own story. the others had shared their truths, their confessions, their regrets...but could you do the same? the camera seemed to stare back at you, its lens a constant reminder that this was your moment, your chance to speak. but the words wouldn't come, and you were left sitting there, frozen in uncertainty.

you took a deep breath, your finger hovering over the record button. you glanced around the room, ensuring no one was watching, before pressing the button and holding the camera up to your face. your voice was barely above a whisper as you began to speak. "hello, to whoever finds this. you may not know me, my name is..." you paused, a slight hesitation before continuing. "y/n l/n." the words felt strange on your lips, a formal introduction to an unknown audience. you took another deep breath, your eyes drifting out the window as you continued. "i'm not sure where to start, or what to say. i'm not even sure why i'm doing this." the camera's lens seemed to bore into your soul, as if urging you to reveal more. you hesitated, your thoughts racing, before finding the courage to continue. "i guess i just want to leave something behind, something true." the words felt fragile, vulnerable, but you pressed on, the camera's gentle hum a reminder that you were sharing your story, your truth.

your voice remained soft, but a hint of vulnerability crept in as you continued. "i'm the son of a mother who suddenly vanished..who couldn't bare to live the life that she had. i barely have any memories of her." the words felt like a confession, a revelation of a pain you'd long carried. "i remember pieces of her...a smile, a laugh, a warm embrace...but they're fading, like a dream i can't hold onto." you paused, collecting your thoughts before speaking again. "and i'm the son of a father who was consumed by debt...who thought staying down was needed to survive." a hint of bitterness seeped into your tone, a resentment towards the circumstances that had shaped your life. "he just let it happen, let them take everything from us." your eyes dropped, as if the weight of those memories was too much to bear. "i grew up with nothing...no stability, no security...just a constant sense of uncertainty." the camera's lens seemed to hold your gaze, as if urging you to confront the pain head-on. you took a deep breath, the words still flowing, like a river finally undammed.

your voice cracked slightly as you continued, the memories still raw. "i was a victim of bullies...relentless, merciless...they saw my weakness and pounced." your eyes flashed with a hint of defiance. "but i fought back...many times...i refused to stay a victim." despite the bravado, your tone betrayed a hint of sadness. "but it didn't matter...i was still an outcast...still alone." the words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the pain and isolation you'd endured. "i tried to fit in...to be like them...but i couldn't...i wouldn't." your gaze dropped, as if the shame of those memories still lingered. "i was a ghost in my own life...invisible, insignificant...." the camera's lens seemed to hold your gaze, a silent witness to the anguish you'd faced. you took a deep breath, the words still flowing, a cathartic release of the pain and hurt.

"no one will help you but yourself," you said, a fierce determination etched in your voice. "i'm the only one who showed up for me every single day that i woke up...i was there for me when i felt like this life was no longer worth living." your eyes shone with a quiet strength. "i was my own savior, my own caretaker...i learned to love myself, even when the ones i wanted couldn't." a hint of sorrow lingered, but it was tempered by a sense of triumph. "i learned to fight for myself, to the very end...to hold on to hope, even when it seemed like a distant dream." your gaze locked onto the camera, a fierce intensity burning within. "i am my own hero, my own refuge...i will not wait for someone else to save me, because i know that i am enough." the words hung in the air, a powerful declaration of self-love and resilience. "i will fight for myself, every day...and i will love myself, even if it's the only love i ever know."

a single tear fell, rolling down your cheek as you spoke, your voice trembling with emotion. "i will never be a victim again," you whispered, the words a solemn vow. "even before this outbreak, i was a survivor..” you trail off, “and i will continue to be for the ones that couldn't be.” you slowly reached out and pressed the stop button on the camera, the recording coming to an end. your gaze lingered on the device for a moment, as if ensuring the words were truly captured. then, with a solemn expression, you turned away from the camera and looked out the window. the sunlight streaming in seemed to fade into the background as your eyes drifted off, lost in thought. your face reflected a mix of emotions - determination, sadness, and a hint of hope.

you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder, a soft pressure that seemed to convey a sense of understanding. you knew it was namra without looking, recognizing the thin, long fingers that rested on your shoulder. you didn't turn to face her, instead, you simply raised the camera, offering it to her. the hand on your shoulder hesitated for a moment before namra slowly took the camera from you. her fingers brushed against yours, a fleeting touch that seemed to convey a sense of solidarity. without a word, namra turned and walked back to her chair by the classroom doors, the camera clutched in her hand. you watched her go, still gazing out the window, lost in thought. the silence between you was palpable, yet somehow, it felt less heavy, as if sharing your story had created a sense of connection, a sense of understanding. namra's presence seemed to linger, even as she returned to her seat, a quiet witness to the emotions that still swirled within you.

suhyeok's gaze lingered on your tired figure, his eyes filled with concern. he seemed to debate whether to walk over to you again, to offer some semblance of comfort. he couldn't hear anything you said to the camera which made him curious. but before he could make a move, namra's sudden action caught his attention. she quickly walked towards the long red curtains that kept out the zombies, her movements swift and purposeful. suhyeok's curiosity got the better of him, and he followed her, his footsteps quiet on the floor. as he approached, namra turned to him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and urgency. "i can hear something," she whispered, her voice barely audible. suhyeok's brow furrowed, his head cocked to the side as he listened intently.

the others quickly got up from their seats, their faces filled with concern, and walked towards namra, who stood frozen by the curtains. onjo approached you, her brow furrowed with worry, and asked, "are you okay?" her voice broke through your reverie, and you turned to her, still trying to process what was happening. you stood up, your movements slow, and followed the others towards namra. as you approached, namra turned to the group, her eyes wide with alarm.

"i think i hear someone...puking," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. the group exchanged uneasy glances, their faces filled with a mix of fear and confusion. suhyeok took a step forward, his hand on the curtain, as if ready to pull it back. "what do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. namra's grip on the curtain tightened. "i don't know, it sounds like...retching, gagging..." the group fell silent, their ears straining to pick up the sound. but nothing occured.

namra's eyes darted around the room, her gaze sweeping across the space as if searching for something. her expression was tense, her brow furrowed in concern. "guys, i think we should leave," she said suddenly, her voice low and urgent. "this room feels...weird." she hesitated, as if trying to find the right words.

cheongsan halted, his hand on the door handle, and turned to face the group. "we can't just leave," he said, his voice firm. "we need to figure out what's going on." daesu groaned, throwing up his hands. "this is all because we didn't head to the roof when we had the chance...when the music was playing." onjo's eyes lit up with a sudden idea. "we do have music," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. she turned to namra, who still clutched the camcorder. "namra, can you play back the recording?" namra looked confused, but onjo continued, her excitement growing. "we can use the music to lure them in...build a tall barricade and funnel them into a trap." the group stared at her, unsure of what to make of her plan.

onjo's voice was filled with determination as she outlined her plan. "once all of them come in through these doors," she said, pointing to the left doors, "we can make a run for the backdoors and head to the roof." her eyes locked onto yours, her gaze intense. "every infected person will be in the room on this floor...we have to make it to the roof once theyre all in." she paused, her chest heaving with excitement. "we can do it." you nodded, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. the plan was risky, but it was their best chance of escape. suhyeok and daesu nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination. namra and cheongsan exchanged a nervous glance, but they too nodded, ready to put their trust in onjo's plan. with a deep breath, the group steeled themselves for what was to come. they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were ready to fight for their survival.

with a sense of purpose, the group sprang into action, beginning to set up the barricade. suhyeok and daesu started dragging heavy tables and chairs towards the left doors, their faces straining with effort. namra and cheongsan worked together, piling up stacks of books and furniture to reinforce the barricade. onjo directed the operation, her eyes darting back and forth to ensure everything was in place. you joined in, helping to secure the barricade with ropes and weights. as you worked, the retching sounds grew louder, more insistent, and the group's sense of urgency increased. they knew they had to be ready before the infected broke through the doors. sweat dripped down your faces, and muscles ached, but no one complained. they were driven by a shared determination to survive. finally, the barricade was in place, a sturdy wall of furniture and debris blocking the left doors. onjo stepped back, her eyes scanning the barricade, a nod of satisfaction on her face. "it's ready," she said, her voice firm. "let's get into position." the group moved to the backdoors, their hearts racing with anticipation. they knew what was coming.

cheongsan volunteered to stay behind, his voice firm. "someone has to open the door on the other side to let them in." suhyeok hesitated for a moment before jumping back over to join him. "i'll go with you," he said, his eyes locked on cheongsan's. the two of them positioned themselves by the barricade, ready to open the doors and lure the zombies in.

meanwhile, you and horyeong worked together to secure the chairs with rope, your hands moving in tandem. "you're brave," horyeong said suddenly, her voice soft. your gaze dropped down to hers, your eyes questioning. "what did you say?" you asked, your voice low. horyeong's face flushed pink as she looked up at you, her eyes shining with sincerity. "you're brave...and i hope you know that." she finished tying the knot, her hands moving quickly. you blinked, your ears heating up with shock, as you processed her words. no one had ever called you brave before. you didn't know how to respond, your mind racing. “um, well-i-yeah-.. im..” you stammer. she only looks at you and laughs, “you're welcome.”

meanwhile, cheongsan and suhyeok were engaged in a hushed conversation, their voices barely audible over the creaking of the barricade. cheongsan's eyes narrowed, his expression puzzled. "what did you just say?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. suhyeok's response was a low, throaty laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. "i said i like someone else," he repeated, his smirk growing wider. "you don't need to worry about me and onjo. so treat her right, and not like a guy, moron." cheongsan's stare intensified, his gaze boring into suhyeok's. "who is it?" he pressed, his voice low and urgent. suhyeok's hesitated, his eyes darting towards you before snapping back to cheongsan. the same fear that had gripped him when myungwhan's arm had wrapped around his shoulders, while you were being assaulted, threatened to overwhelm him. he couldn't bring himself to say it, his voice caught in his throat. instead, he looked back at you, his gaze lingering on the glimpses of you he could see through the cracks between the chairs. "i'll tell you later," suhyeok said finally, his smile strained, his eyes betraying a mix of emotions.

suhyeok playfully elbowed cheongsan, gesturing for him to get back behind the barricade. "go, go!" he whispered urgently. cheongsan nodded and scurried back to safety. suhyeok took a deep breath, grasped the door handle, and slid it open. he didn't hesitate, dashing forward and using the wall to propel himself back behind the barricade. the zombies tumbled into the room, their feet tangling in the chairs set on the ground, causing them to trip and stumble. joonyeong, positioned by the camcorder, grinned mischievously as he pressed play. the loud music blared to life, echoing off the walls and drawing in more zombies. they shambled towards the sound, their moans growing louder, more insistent. the group held their breath as the zombies poured into the room, their numbers swelling. the barricade creaked and groaned under the pressure, but held firm. suhyeok landed hard on the floor, his chest heaving, and grinned at cheongsan. "that was close," he whispered. cheongsan nodded, his eyes fixed on the horde beyond the barricade. "too close."

the group strained against the barricade, their muscles trembling with effort, as the zombies pushed and clawed at the makeshift barrier. joonyeong, meanwhile, continued to turn up the volume, the music growing louder and more intense, drawing even more zombies into the room. onjo darted between the windows, peeking through the curtains to check the hallways. each time, she shook her head, her expression grim. "still too many out there," she whispered to suhyeok, who nodded curtly, his eyes fixed on the barricade. cheongsan, you, and daesu were pressed against the barrier, their faces set in determined lines, as they struggled to hold it in place. namra and horyeong were positioned at the edges, their eyes scanning the room for any signs of weakness. the zombies continued to pour in, their numbers seemingly endless, as the music reached a deafening crescendo. the barricade creaked and groaned, threatening to collapse at any moment, but the group held firm, their lives depending on it. onjo checked the windows again, her heart sinking as she saw the hallway was still filled with zombies. "we can't stay here," she whispered urgently. "we need to be louder, daesu!"

daesu's face turned red with rage as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "die zombies, fucking die!" his voice echoed off the walls, drowning out the music for a moment. the zombies, already frenzied, became even more agitated, their moans growing louder, more urgent. they pressed against the barricade with renewed strength, causing it to slide further towards daesu's side of the room. the group stumbled backward, their feet scraping against the floor as they struggled to maintain their position. the barricade creaked ominously, its stability precarious. "daesu, again!" onjo yelled, her voice panicked. "one more time!" daesu continued to shout, his voice hoarse, his eyes blazing with fury. the zombies kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless, as the barricade shrank, trapping the group in an increasingly smaller space.

the others, not holding the barricade, grabbed whatever instruments they could find - guitars, drums, maracas - and began playing them with reckless abandon. the loud sounds were ear-piercing, a chaotic mix of clashing notes and rhythms that grated on the nerves. namra was banging away on a drum set, her face contorted in a mixture of fear and determination. hroryeong was strumming a guitar with wild, slashing motions, the strings squealing in protest. joonyeong was shaking a pair of maracas with a frenzied intensity, the beads rattling out a maddening beat. the music was a far cry from the harmonious melodies they had played earlier, now it was a jarring, discordant noise designed to attract every zombie within earshot. and it worked. more and more zombies stumbled into the room, drawn by the cacophony, their eyes fixed on the group with a hungry gleam. the barricade creaked and groaned, the group's position becoming increasingly precarious. but they didn't stop playing, their faces set in grim determination, as they fought to survive.

your arm began to ache, a burning sensation spreading from your shoulder to your wrist, as you strained against the barricade. you gritted your teeth, pouring all your strength into holding it back. the zombies pushed and clawed, their relentless pressure threatening to overwhelm you. sweat dripped from your brow, stinging your eyes, as you dug deep, finding reserves of strength you didn't know you had. your legs trembled, your back screamed in protest, but you refused to yield. the barricade creaked, groaned, and shuddered, but you held firm, your arm a rigid bar of muscle and bone. the others played on, their music a wild, savage counterpoint to the zombies' moans, as they fought to keep the horde at bay. but you knew it couldn't last. the barricade was weakening, the zombies too numerous, too strong. you felt it slipping, inch by inch, the weight crushing down on you like a physical force. your vision blurred, your breath came in ragged gasps, but still you pushed, your arm screaming in agony, as the barricade teetered on the brink of collapse.

cheongsan's voice cut through the din, "wujin, now! we need to go, now!" but wujin, still gazing out the window, shook his head, his expression grim. "we can't go yet! not yet!" he shouted back, his voice laced with urgency. cheongsan's eyes widened in alarm, "what do you mean? we can't hold this much longer!" wujin's gaze remained fixed on something outside, his jaw clenched. "there's too many out there...we'll never make it...just a little longer, please!" the barricade shuddered, the zombies' pressure intensifying, as if sensing their prey's desperation. the group's cries of exertion grew louder, their faces contorted in effort, as they fought to maintain their position. suhyeok's eyes darted to wujin, then back to the barricade, his mind racing with the implications. "what's out there, wujin? what are you seeing?" but wujin just shook his head, his voice barely audible over the chaos. "just...hold...on..."

"it's gonna fall!" you shouted, your voice hoarse from exertion, as the barricade creaked ominously. you winced in pain, your shoulder aching despite using the other one to push. the strain was taking its toll on your body, but you refused to yield. everyone was fighting, pushing, and shoving, desperate to keep the zombies at bay. in the midst of the chaos, your gaze met suhyeok's, and for a fleeting moment, you locked eyes. it was as if time stood still, and all that existed was the two of you, connected in a shared struggle for survival. the eye contact seemed to inject new energy into your weary muscles, and you pushed harder, fueled by a renewed sense of determination. suhyeok's expression mirrored yours, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve. together, you fought on, your movements synchronized, as if driven by a single heartbeat. the barricade groaned, the zombies clawed, but you stood firm, united in your defiance. in that instant, you knew you could face anything, as long as you had each other.

"clear! we have to go now!" wujin yelled, his voice piercing the chaos, as he slid open the door to reveal an empty hallway. the sudden reprieve sparked a frantic scramble for escape. one by one, the group members abandoned their stations and sprinted towards the door. you glanced at daesu, who gestured urgently, "go already!" you nodded and took off, your heart racing, as you dashed towards the door. looking back, you saw cheongsan hesitating, then turning to run back to daesu. he grabbed daesu's arm, pulling him along, as they both sprinted towards the door. they were the last two to leave, and as they reached the threshold, the barricade behind them gave a final, ominous creak before collapsing under the crushing weight of the infected horde. the sound of shattering wood and screams filled the air, but you didn't look back. you kept running, your eyes fixed on wujin, who was leading the group down the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the walls. you knew you had to keep moving, to find a safe haven before the zombies overwhelmed you once more.

you ran side by side with joonyeong, your feet pounding the floor in unison, as you both stayed tucked in the middle of the group. the girls - namra, horyeong, jimin and onjo - flanked you, their faces set in determined lines, their breathing ragged. wujin and cheongsan led the charge, their long strides eating up the distance, as they navigated the twisting hallways. daesu and suhyeok brought up the rear, their eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to defend against any stragglers. you heaved, your lungs burning, as you struggled to keep pace. the group's formation was tight, a cohesive unit, as you all fought to escape the zombie-infested school. the hallways blurred together, a never-ending maze, but wujin's lead kept you moving forward. sudden turns and sharp corners made your stomach lurch, but joonyeong's presence beside you was a steady comfort. you glanced over, meeting his gaze, and saw a flicker of fear, quickly replaced by a determined glint. you nodded, and he nodded back, your bond forged in the heat of survival.

you all thundered up the first staircase you saw, your footsteps echoing off the walls. wujin led the charge, his eyes fixed on the top, as you ascended higher and higher. at each landing, you turned right, following a zigzagging path through the school's upper floors. your one-armed gait made balance a constant struggle, but joonyeong stayed glued to your side, offering a steadying hand whenever you stumbled. his support was a lifeline, helping you navigate the treacherous stairs without falling behind. the others pushed on, their breathing growing more labored with each floor. daesu and suhyeok still brought up the rear, their eyes scanning the stairs below, ready to defend against any zombies that might appear. as you climbed, the sounds of chaos and destruction grew fainter, replaced by the creaking of the old school's wooden framework and the group's ragged gasps. finally, you reached the top floor, the stairs ending at a door marked "roof access".

the door to the roof access loomed before you, its metal surface gleaming in the dim light. wujin grasped the handle, pushing and pulling with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. cheongsan joined him, their combined strength straining against the unyielding door. but it remained stubbornly shut, the lock unyielding. the group's collective anxiety grew, their impatient whispers and shifting feet echoing through the corridor. "come on, come on!" daesu urged, his voice low and urgent. "we can't stay here!" suhyeok added, his eyes scanning the stairs below, as if expecting a zombie horde to appear at any moment. joonyeong stayed close to you, her hand on your arm, her gaze fixed on the door. "what's wrong?" namra asked, her voice trembling. "why won't it open?" wujin stepped back, his face grimy with sweat, and examined the lock.

daesu, frustration etched on his face, growled, "move!" and positioned himself before the door. he took a few steps back, then launched himself at the door, shoulder first. the impact was loud, but the door held firm, barely budging. daesu recoiled, wincing in pain, his shoulder likely bruised. cheongsan, meanwhile, had moved to the side, where a keypad was mounted. he studied it for a moment, then began entering a password. the keypad beeped, and a flashing red light signaled "incorrect". cheongsan's face contorted in anger, he punched the keypad with a curse, "come on, shit!" the group's anxiety spiked, their eyes darting between the door, the keypad, and the stairs below, where the zombies could appear at any moment. "try again!" wujin urged, his voice low and urgent. cheongsan's fingers flew across the keypad, entering another sequence. the beep sounded once more, followed by the same flashing red light. "no, no, no!" cheongsan shouted, his fist clenched in frustration. hroryeong’s grip on your arm tightened, her eyes wide with fear. "what if we can't get out?" she whispered.

joonyeong pushed daesu aside and began pounding on the door, his fists making loud thuds. "is anyone there? anyone?" he shouted, his voice hoarse from screaming. he banged the door again, desperation etched on his face. you remembered the hammer in your pocket, the one you'd saved from the music room. "joonyeong!" you called out, tossing him the hammer. he caught it mid-air, his eyes flashing with determination. she began hammering the metal door handles, trying to break them off. the clangs echoed through the corridor, accompanied by joonyeong's grunts of effort. you glanced down the staircase, still seeing no signs of zombies. but you knew that could change any moment.

namra's eyes locked onto yours, her expression grim. "they're coming, a bunch of them," she whispered, her head cocked to the side, as if listening to a distant sound. you strained your ears, but heard nothing. yet, you trusted namra's instincts over your own. you hurried to cheongsan, who was still trying to hack the keypad. "cheongsan, namra says a horde is coming," you warned him.

he nodded curtly, not looking up, and motioned to suhyeok. the two of them positioned themselves at the top of the staircase, eyes fixed on the floor below, waiting for any zombies to emerge. meanwhile, joonyeong continued to hammer at the door handles, but soon groaned, his hand hurting from the reverberation. wujin took over, his face set in determination, and continued to strike the same handle. slowly but surely, it began to loosen, the metal creaking in protest. a faint crack appeared in the door, and you knew they were making progress. the sound of wujin's hammering echoed through the corridor, a rhythmic clang that seemed to match the pounding of your heart. suddenly, suhyeok's voice cut through the din, "wait, do you hear that?" he whispered, his eyes fixed on the staircase below.

the sound of zombies crawling and tripping up the staircase grew louder, their moans and snarls filling the air. suhyeok and cheongsan stood firm, using a thick wooden art placer and a metal tripod to push back against the horde. the wooden placard cracked and splintered, but held firm, as they desperately tried to hold off the zombies. "fuck, it's not opening?" you cursed, glancing back at wujin, who shook his head, his face grim. the hammering had stopped, and the crack in the door seemed to have reached a plateau. panic began to set in, as the reality of your situation sank in. you were trapped, with no clear escape route. the zombies would soon overwhelm suhyeok and cheongsan, and then you'd all be doomed. jimin’s eyes met yours, wide with fear, as she whispered, "what do we do?" namra's voice trembled, "we can't stay here..." horyeong and onjo clung to each other, their faces pale. the group's cohesion began to fray, as desperation took hold. wujin's gaze darted around, searching for an alternative, but there was none. you were running out of time, and options.

namra tapped you on the shoulder, her eyes locked on yours, and pointed to a huge blue tarp next to her. you quickly grabbed it, understanding her plan. "everyone, help!" namra shouted, as she began to unfold the tarp. "we need to cover the balcony, block the zombies from coming up!" the group sprang into action, grabbing the tarp's edges and rushing to the balcony. you heaved the tarp over the railing, and the others helped to spread it out, covering the stairs below. the zombies, undeterred, continued to climb, but the tarp blocked their ascent, trapping them below. the group breathed a collective sigh of relief, but knew it was only a temporary solution. the tarp wouldn't hold forever, and you still needed to find a way out. wujin turned back to the door, hammer in hand, and resumed his efforts to break through. joonyeong joined him, and together they hammered away, trying to widen the crack. suhyeok and cheongsan stood guard, ready to defend against any zombies that might breach the tarp. you looked around, assessing your situation, and knew you had to keep moving. the roof was still your best bet, but you needed to get through that door.

just as you thought the tarp would hold, a figure emerged from behind it. gwinam, his eye bloody and swollen, walked calmly past the zombies, who didn't even flinch in his presence. his gaze was fixed on the group, and his expression sent shivers down your spine. it was almost...evil. the group exchanged nervous glances, unsure what to make of gwinam's sudden appearance.

gwinam's evil smile fixed on cheongsan, who stood frozen, tripod still clutched in his hand. cheongsan, trying to protect himself, swung the tripod at gwinam, but it was like hitting a brick wall. gwinam didn't flinch, didn't even acknowledge the blow. your mind racing, memories of gwinam's torture in school came flooding back. you were that terrified kid again, unable to move or escape. onjo's shout broke the spell, "keep holding the tarp!" you snapped back to reality, but your body trembled with fear. gwinam's grip on cheongsan tightened, his smile growing wider. "give me your eye, yeah?" his words made your blood run cold. namra, however, sprang into action. with a strength that belied her slender frame, she grabbed gwinam by the throat, holding him over the ledge. gwinam's eyes widened in surprise, his grip on cheongsan faltering. namra's gaze burned with intensity as she gritted out, "why don't you just die?" and with a swift motion, she threw gwinam down the staircase. the tarp, still clutched by the group, was dragged down with him, leaving you all exposed once more. the zombies, now free to climb, began to pour up the stairs, their moans growing louder.

onjo's yell cut through the chaos, "we got the door open! come on!" the group sprinted towards the doorway, desperate for escape. as you emerged into the bright sunlight, you felt a sense of hope. but, you didn't forget your friends still fighting off zombies. you turned back, seeing suhyeok and cheongsan struggling to hold off the horde. "guys, come on!" you shouted, rushing back to help. you grabbed cheongsan's arm, pushing him towards the door. "go, go, go!" suhyeok followed close behind, zombies mere steps behind. wujin and joonyeong helped pull them to safety, as namra and hroryeong stood guard, ready to defend against any stragglers. finally, everyone was through the doorway, gasping for breath. you looked around, taking in the rooftop's expanse. the sun shone brightly overhead, a welcome change from the darkness below. but, you knew the zombies could still follow. you needed a new plan, and fast. "we need to find a way down," wujin said, echoing your thoughts. "or a way to block the door," suhyeok added, still catching his breath. the group began to brainstorm, desperate to survive.

the door creaked and groaned, but suhyeok and cheongsan held firm, their faces strained with effort. you gazed up at the helicopter, its rotors whipping the air into a frenzy. the wind stung your eyes, making it hard to keep them open. but then, you saw him. cheolsu, the one person you forgot about. he sat in the helicopter, looking down at you with a mixture of guilt and relief. your mind reeled as you whispered, "what...?" cheolsu's eyes met yours for a brief moment, before he looked away, closing his eyes in comfort. the betrayal cut deep, a second knife to the back. you felt like you'd been punched in the gut, all the air sucked out of you. how could he? why was he there, safe and sound, while you fought for your life? the questions swirled, but the answers remained elusive. the helicopter began to lift off, leaving you and your friends to fend for yourselves. you watched, numb, as cheolsu disappeared into the distance, leaving you to face the undead hordes alone.

suhyeok sprinted alongside the helicopter, waving their arms and yelling, but it was too late. the helicopter vanished into the distance, leaving you all behind. you took suhyeok's spot, holding the door with cheongsan, feeling the undead pounding against it. for a moment, you thought. then, you remembered the wires in your pocket. "wait," you said, digging into your pocket and producing the wires. you handed them to cheongsan, who quickly got to work. he tied the wires to the door knobs, securing them with a sturdy knot. "okay!" he exclaimed, slowly lifting his weight off the door. you did the same, and to your relief, the door held firm. the zombies on the other side continued to pound and moan, but the makeshift barricade kept them at bay. for now, you were safe. cheongsan let out a sigh of relief, and you shared a nod of triumph. but, you knew it was only temporary. you needed a new plan, and fast. the group gathered around, looking at you for guidance. "what's next?" wujin asked, his eyes scanning the rooftop. you took a deep breath, thinking. the city stretched out before you, a vast expanse of unknown dangers. but, you had to keep moving. "we need to find another way down," you said, "and fast."

the helicopter vanished into the distance, leaving you all behind. hroryeong's sobs echoed through the rooftop, a heartbreaking sound. cheongsan, exhausted, collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving. you knelt beside him, concern etched on your face. "hey, it's okay. take deep breaths," you said, patting his legs to prevent cramping. cheongsan nodded, still panting, as you sat beside him. you took a moment to catch your own breath, feeling the weight of your situation. all you wanted was to go home, to shower, to sleep in your own bed. but that was a luxury you couldn't afford. not now, not yet. you were stuck on this rooftop, trapped with your peers, surrounded by the undead. the reality was crushing.

but for now, you just sat, trying to gather your strength, trying to process everything that had happened. the silence was broken only by hroryeong's sobs and cheongsan's heavy breathing.

you and cheongsan exchanged a nervous glance as the door began banging hard, the sound echoing across the rooftop. you knew it was gwinam, trying to get in. the metal doors shuddered under the impact, but held firm. for now. everyone gathered around, watching in silence as the door continued to shake. one burst, two, three... but after the fourth, the banging stopped. an unsettling quiet fell over the rooftop. you waited, expecting another burst, but nothing came. the silence was oppressive, heavy with tension. "what's going on?" wujin whispered, eyes fixed on the door. "is he...?" joonyeong trailed off, his voice barely audible.

you shook your head, unsure. cheongsan slowly got to his feet, his eyes locked on the door. "i don't know, but we need to be ready." suhyeok nodded, positioning themselves beside cheongsan. the group formed a semi-circle around the door, waiting, watching. the quiet stretched out, punctuated only by horyeong's sniffling. you held your breath, bracing for what might come next.

namra's voice broke the silence, her words barely above a whisper. "he's gone." suhyeok turned to her, confusion etched on their face. "who's gone?" but namra's gaze was fixed intently on the door, her head cocked to one side, as if listening for something. "gwinam," she said, her voice firm, confirming what everyone was thinking. the group exchanged nervous glances, unsure what to make of namra's declaration. cheongsan took a step forward, his eyes locked on the door. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice low. namra nodded, her eyes still fixed on the door. "yes, i'm sure. he's not trying to get in anymore." the silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with uncertainty. what did it mean? had gwinam given up? or was he planning something else? you couldn't shake the feeling that you were all just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

( 🧺 ) 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ⌅ .

EP 5 : let’s go ! seventeen

2021.　pairing.　kiki ( fem!oc ) × svt

cw.　swearing, change to some joshua, seungcheol and wonwoo’s turn due to contents adjustment

started with the opening of mc woozi

woozi: it will require to move the body a lot, so you better do stretches well

vernon: kiki noona must do so well today

kiki: 💪

[ the queen of isac ]

s.coups: u better watch out kids

seungkwan: why tf is he acting like they’re the team???

ofc she kept taking the flags til the end of the grouping

jun: i just realized though, kiki really could drop in 1st round like she’ll be chosen first from ANYONE

kiki: ...omg yes???

[ there’s a genius here ]

she won rock paper scissors the 8 and everyone started to do massive appeal to her

she’s everyone’s favorite after all, who wouldn’t want to be selected from her?

and kiki be like “why am i so pressured like this”

joshua: kit cat we’re bestie right???? you know what you should do???

kiki: alright come here bestie ㅎㅎ

after minghao chose jeonghan, she just called “seungcheol-la, come on,” and coups hopped to her

carats: they try to collect 95s like what

then she headed to hoshi straight and turned to wonwoo like “not today.” and hoshi was ghoseted just like that

hoshi: *mumbling and screaming how he will do the best*

kiki: why he’s so overly energetic today? *slightly judging*

mingyu: omg she’s so overwhelmed agujnsvah

she picked up vernon at the last and told “sorry junnie i just need calm person around me,” and jun was disappointed but not surprised

dino: so woozi would automatically go to the 8’s team?

woozi: actually i can go to either of you

and then the legend “jihoonaaaaaa” was delivered but kiki was genuinely scared of hoshi at this point like wtf is wrong with him!?

not she tried to hide behind vernon

kiki and wonwoo took the lead to do the time race

mc woozi: it really looks like the ace card from the beginning

dino: wonwoo hyung looks very motivated

seungkwan: because noona is by his side lol

wonwoo, whispered to her ear: i'll go first so u can watch me and make a plan how to do

pure dedication

everyone was surprised how fast wonwoo was like wow

kiki: wonwoo-ya you can do it! nice! so good!

wonwoo: *got more energy*

it's almoset hilarious how he just made a peace sign to her as soon as he finished

kiki was gasped of the 8's speed like "isn't he a ninja or smth!?"

then her turn came

woozi: since the 8 made a remarkable record, we could't help but expect to her result as well

jeonghan, shouting from across the room: kiki take the mvp!

kiki just rolled her eyes and muttered, "i truly can't believe him"

seungcheol: but i think she would do great on this, it's truly her field

and he was right about it

vernon: wah it looks like she slipping through the walls?

seungkwan: it can happen, she's probably the lightest among four of them

woozi: wow she really fast! it's like a wind!

dokyeom: noona must calculated how to move all area

her team cheered and gave applause to her, even minghao's team surprised as well

she placed 2nd by 41 sec

wonwoo gently patted her back and smile, "you did amazing as expected"

mingyu: wow noona did so well... *felt the pressure*

kiki: don't be nervous, you can do it well too :)

seungkwan: ey noona! you don't need to cheer the enemy!

kiki: s, sorry kwanna,,

[ listens to what the teammate says ]

of course team carnival beat the team jihonna in this round

when cheol shot a quick glance to jeonghan in the bonus clip of 1st episode, kiki did a double take with a face of disbelieve, looked down from head to toe like U BISH ( ofc for the amuse )

she was emotionally exhausted already, sitting down with a blank face in the background after jeonghan and dino's competing tackling had ended

when woozi throw a question like "arent u guys already tired? people in the cheering seats?" she automatically stand up and said aniya~ but with a same blank face and raspy voice and everyone cracked up even kiki herself couldn't held a laughter

jeonghan: she is exhausted ajdaxja

kiki: i'm sorry~

she hiped up dokyeom to do til the end as the good noona should

woozi and seungcheol paird up to run the last race together naturally

everyone expected seungcheol will do better than woozi since he was the mc and already moved around constantly

however all soon fidured out that's not a case

vernon: wait why the hell his so slow!?

dokyeom: it's not his field he's too heavy to go fast

cheol, heard what he said: ya what do you mean by that!?

after observed how the race goes, she pulled hoshi who was standing next to her closely and silently said, "...hey, isn't the leaders unit, like, dead?" and that had him in stitches

surprisingly the match was a close game, but cheol narrowly managed to grab the flag first

kiki was genuinely worried about woozi as he rarely gets exhausted at this level

her team discussed the plan for the team competitions, kiki said "i think they try to disturb me or wonwoo like we will do to myeongho, so if either of us could get through that we have a chance to take 1st place." and seungcheol agreed, said "yeah we'll win if we could hold the 8 back,"

after everyone got started, kiki was marked heavily but managed to do through anyway

until jeonghan arrives

kiki: why tf u are here!?!?

jeonghan: come on just join with me on the floor hehe

and just like that, she fell onto the floor

kiki: i swear to god YOON JEONGHAN-

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・❥ ‘Are you Hugh down under?’

You and Hugh were the stars of the biggest movie, Wolverine and Ladypool, and fans love the two of you.

[not proof-read, some sexual innuendo, just Hugh being hot af]

You and Hugh Jackman being in love for twenty-five minutes (part one)

Puppy interview

Did you take any props home with you?

'Yea, I took Hugh home,' you said, letting a puppy climb over you and onto your shoulders as Hugh laughed. 'In his suit as well.'

'In the suit,' he said, stroking the puppy in his lap.

'Yep. Great in the house, goes with all my furniture. He's well trained.'

Hugh nodded, enthusiastically. 'I'm not toilet trained, but I'm trained in other ways.'

You raise your brows and the crew laugh. 'I want to know what the other ways are now.' You smirk.

Hugh smirked back, shrugging his shoulders as he held up the puppy. 'Well, maybe you'll find out.'

What was your favourite scene to film?

'Any scene with the incredible talent sitting next to me,' Hugh started. 'Every scene was such fun and never felt like work when I got to work with her. I've never had so much fun playing a character. The whole movie at first, you know, the idea was up in the air for me about coming back but just to get the chance to work with such a talent- an honour and a privilege and I can't wait to do it again.'

Your lips pout into a smile as you listen to him. You focused on Hugh as he smiled at you. 'My favourite scene to film was when I touched his abs.'

He laughed.

'No, seriously it's been a dream of mine to work with Hugh and I can't talk about it too much cause I'd probably get emotional and that'd be embarrassing. I've grown an emotional attachment to him now,; you added.

Hugh looked around at all of the puppies. 'Is there more puppies here than usual?'

'Oh yea, there's more!'

'Someone's been making out,' said Hugh.

'Not us,' you said, leaning over.

He laughed. God, he was always laughing with you.

With Alison Hammond

The two of you sat next to each other, legs bumping into each other repeatedly to tease each other. At times you'd just throw your leg over his thigh and he'd bounce his leg. (Fans ate it up)

'Alright you two,' said Alison.

'Sorry,' you laugh. 'He's taking up too much space.'

'The Wolverine spread,' he said.

You laughed.

Alison gave her a loud laugh. 'Well, is it true, Hugh?' she asked. 'Are you huge down under?'

The three of you laughed, rocking back and forth and hitting your knees.

'I started the rumour,' you said. 'So, take that as you will.'

Hugh showed Alison his shoe as she fanned herself off.

You took another card she offered you and fanned yourself off as Hugh sat back, throwing his arms behind his head.

'So, we should probably talk about the film,' said Alison.

'Let's just talk about Hugh,' you said, leaning back just like he was. 'Ever won an Oscar, Hugh?'

He pulled a straight face at you.

'Now, can I say, Y/N, this is a bit awkward as usually it's just me and Hugh. Last time we had a date, so I've brought champagne, but only two glasses,’ she pulled off the cover that showed off the bucket.

'I'll take the bottle,' you said, reaching over the two of them. 'I can leave you guys, don't worry.'

Hugh grabbed your arm as you tried to leave. 'No, no, you can be our mediator.'

'Your intimacy coordinator more like,' you said as Alison laughed. 'I've seen how these interviews go Alison, I've never had Hugh feed me chocolates.'

Hugh reached over the table as Alison talked about 'a throuple' and he opened the box of chocolates, throwing away the thin layer of film covering them with his teeth. You only realised what was going on seconds before he fed you chocolate from his mouth. You tried to stay calm the closer you got and took the chocolate, chewing down happily.

'Feel like I'm interrupting something,' said Alison.

You stole the box from Hugh. 'Your turn, Alison!'

'So how tough was it working with Hugh, Y/N?'

You slapped your thighs dramatically. 'The toughest ever. You know sometimes I'd actually have to look at his face and I mean, have you seen this-' you frame his face, holding his chin. 'How can I work with this?'

He stuck his tongue out.

(Almost this whole interview was the two of you flirting)

Hot one's interview

'You're watching hot ones. It's the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. Today we're joined by Y/N and Hugh Jackman, the stars of Wolverine and Ladypool.'

'I only let Wolverine come first so we could use the greatest showman in the movie,' you said. 'For Hugh.'

First wing and first question.

You and Hugh cheers with Sean before taking a bite. You nod, 'Good wing, subtle, nice.' You went in for another bite, surprising them.

'Oh, you're going for another bite,' said Hugh, eyes watching your lips (comments couldn't let it go).

'Yeah, I like things hot,' you tell him, giving him a dramatic wink.

'What was the movie that you watched of each other that made you realise you needed to work with each other?' asked Sean.

'As soon as I saw the first Ladypool,' said Hugh. 'I knew these two characters had to be together on screen. I was like these two characters had to be together and I'd literally announced my retirement three days before.'

'Mine was probably when I saw the first ten minutes of Australia,' you said, referring the first ten minutes in which he turns up shirtless and sweaty. 'Knew I needed to see it real-time.'

Hugh huffed out a laugh.

'Or Logan. That was, a masterpiece of a film.'

The next couple wings went down well, getting through the questions. It was the fifth when things started to get heated.

'Yep, that's a step up,' said Hugh as he went for the milk.

'Can you recall the most takes you've had to do for a scene requested by a director?' asked Sean.

'Our steamy scene in the car had quite a few takes,' you said, Hugh agreeing with a nod. 'Kept messing up, you see,' you said, winking.

'That was a difficult scene,' said Hugh.

'Why cause you had to kiss me?'

Hugh shook his head. 'That was the easiest part, I'm laughing, I'm not crying cause of the heat. But doing some of those... positions we had to do in the car, it was hard to work around.'

'I got cramp in my leg.'

He laughed loudly at the memory.

The next wing messed the two of you up, the heat creating sweat. All Hugh could do was laugh and you laughed at him as he went red.

'Look, look at this!' Hugh puts his arm up, showing his bicep.

'What am I looking at? Your raging muscles?' you ask, looking closer.

'No, the sweat.'

'Oh, sorry I was distracted.'

On the next wing, Hugh repeated he took too big a bite, how it was too big and all you had to do was give him a look with raised brows.

You and Hugh take a lie detector test

First hooked up was Hugh, you watched in glee as ties were wrapped around him.

'This is a new kink,' you said, smiling all too widely as Hugh laughed at you.

You started by asking him some simple questions that were easy answers, like his name and where he was born. 'Are you really Australian?'

'Yes.'

You looked to Louis. 'Tell me it's a lie.'

'Truth.'

'This Australian bit has got so far,' you say.

'You love it,' he said.

'We'll find out when I'm hooked up.'

'How you seen all my movies?' you asked.

He thought for a moment. 'No.'

'Deceptive.'

The two of you looked at each other with amused looks and big eyes. 'You can tell me you've seen them all, you can be a fan, I don't mind.'

He shrugged. 'Maybe I have.'

'You're a fan it's fine.'

'I'm wearing my I heart Y/N underpants today,' he said.

You looked wide-eyed and hopeful at Louis.

'Deceptive.'

You cheer.

'In 2008 you were said to be the sexiest man alive-'

'Said to be,' he scoffed. 'Pretty sure the right word is elected.'

'The question is how many copies of the magazine do you have?' you asked.

'How many do you have?' he threw back.

'I'm not the one on the fucking monitor right now.'

'A standard of fourteen hundred?'

'Is there any more to life than being really, really, really, really, really ridiculously good looking?' you ask, leaning back in your chair. 'That's not on the cards, I just want to know.'

'No.'

'Truthful.'

The two of you cackle. After a couple more questions it was your turn to swap. Hugh took delight in seeing you get tied up.

'Starting to sweat a bit,' you said. 'This really is scary.'

'Yea.'

Again, Hugh started off with some simple questions.

'Last one,' he said. 'Are you single?'

You pulled a straight face as he turned red and watched you. 'Yes, I am. Thank you for reminding me of that fact, Hugh.'

He shook his head. 'Don't worry, we can change that, we can change that.'

'Only if you're offering, bub,' you tease.

'Would you rather have had an Andrew Garfield Spider-man team up than Wolverine?' he asked.

Your jaw dropped as he showed you the question on the card. 'That's not fair I love spiderman and Andrew.'

'But do you love him more than Wolverine?' asked Hugh, feigning seriousness. He waited as you thought about it, head in his hand.

'True,' you said.

'That's a lie.'

'Ha!' Hugh shouted.

'I've shocked myself, man, I must really fancy you,' you said.

Hugh slid over a paper, showing you a picture of Channing Tatum. 'Do you think he would make a good Gambit?'

You try to act cool, he was already in the movie and Hugh knew it. 'Yes, I think he would. It's a shame his movie wasn't made. I feel bad for the guy.'

'Truthful.'

You pick up the picture. 'I love this guy, he's a great guy,' you stare down at the picture, 'He'd made a great Wolverine. I mean, I'm just getting lost in his eyes right now, looking at him.'

Hugh reached over. 'Ok, enough of that,' he took the picture and ripped it up, chucking it behind him.

You and Hugh at the premier

The camera snapped shots of the two of you wearing each other's colours. You were wearing a shimmering golden outfit while Hugh wore red. You had agreed to swap.

The two of you took pictures together, his arm wrapped around your waist, yours going between reaching up to hold his shoulder or holding his hands. You didn't stop for many interviews together, but you spoke a lot on the carpet. That tiktoker, the one good at reading lips had a field day on tiktok when she worked it all out.

Hugh: 'You look great in yellow, you know.'

You: 'You should see the colour of what I'm wearing under here.'

Hugh smirked and laughed. 'You look beautiful tonight.'

It was your turn to blush and tug him along the carpet.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐨L 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢e

Deadpool and Wolverine but your lady pool and an absolute SLUT for Wolverine.

[this is a complete self insert with just everything I was thinking about during the movie and since then I’ve watched it three times. It gets better every time. Snippets of the movie, will probably do a part two. SPOILERS!]

Warning/disclaimer: femreaderxwolverine, sexual content, sexual language, offensive language, just being a whore the man, cursing, repeat daddy issues, never proof-read.

After digging up Logan and expecting to find a shirtless and oiled-up Hugh Jackman, you were a little more than disappointed to find the bones and metal. 'Damn it! Shit! Fuck! They Les Mis'd him!'

Eventually, you settled down next to the remains, against the same log that had impaled him. 'That was weird,' you chuckled. 'I'm much calmer now. Look, I'm not a woman in stem but you seem incredibly dead to me. Oh, you sexy lump of bones and metal. I would have let you slide them into me any day.'

'But it's good to see you,' you pat his knee. 'I gotta be honest, I've always wanted to ride you, Logan. Oh, whoops, I meant with you. Ha! Who am I kidding, no I didn't. Just you and me, getting into it. And I mean into it. Every style. Doggy. Sixty-nine. On the kitchen counter to the bathroom. Till my back broke. Yea, we'd have been good together.' You ranted, fantasies flying across your mind too quick to focus on one.

With your red-gloved hand, you jerk the chin. 'G'day mate, there's nothing that'll bring me back to life faster than a big bag of Marvel cash. Ha- I hear you, Hugh. But no, no, no, no you had to go and get all noble and die for real. I could really use your help right now. And a massage. Your big manly hands just rubbing all over me-'

Just as you were about to go into further detail about what you want him to do to you, the sound of portals opening and heavy boots stomping closer alerted you.

Quickly, you pulled the skeleton down on top of you.

'There are two hundred and six bones in the body. Two hundred and seven if i'm watching Van Helsing.'

Que the fucking montage.

You have a mission. Find a Logan to take back with you. First up you end up in a bar, catching an axe as it was thrown at you. 'Logan! I'm gonna need you to come with me.'

The Logan sitting at the bar slowly turned to you. 'Who's asking? ' He slipped from the bar stool to reveal a 5'3 Logan.

You coo. 'Well, who's this little ankle biter. Did you stick the landing little guy? Yes you did, comic-accurate short king. Such a cute little Wolvie.'

The little guy started stalking toward you.

'Que the fucking montage.'

You found a Wolverine for the seventies, or eighties, something close enough to that, one hand missing. 'Oh yea, sexy, you have anchor being written all over you.'

You found patch Logan. 'Oh hello, Patch. Should've worn my white suit.'

You found another old man Logan, sitting solemnly on his front porch. 'Howdy! Oh, I see, you're the daddy issues one. Good to see god has answered my prayers. So soldier, do I need to be a bad girl so you put me over your knee, daddy?'

Another was tied to a cross with red bloody skulls acting as a floor.

One was dressed in a tight yellow and brown suit, walking through the woods. 'Hubba hubba. Classic! Now, you fought the Hulk in this suit, right?' as he snicked his claws out, the green of the beast reflected from behind you. 'I am Marvel Jesus you dull creature and I will not be-'

One, your favourite, was working on a bike in a tight white vest and dark pants. You drooled. 'That's the whole goddamn package right there. You know from behind you look a bit- holy Shit!' he turned, and everything about him was Wolverine. Except for the fact he was Henry fucking Cavil. 'The Cavalry has arrived. The prophecy has been fulfilled. Can I say, sir, sorry, daddy- on behalf of all of humanity, this just feels right! We will treat you so much better than those shit fucks down the street!'

He took the cigar from his mouth, stalking to you. You had never been so aroused in your life. 'You were just leaving'

Giggling and twirling your hair, you hold a hand out, ghosting over his chest. 'Can I just, one- one touch. Oh my god! You're like Superman or something.'

He punched you right into the Logan you needed. Thank you Cavil.

'You two gonna fuck or fight?' asked the bartender. 'Both if i'm lucky,' you said.'

'Oh look at those sexy little jammies, that only took twenty fucking years!'

The trash heap was the last place you wanted to end up, but when you woke to Logan looming over you, a snarl on his face, you sighed in relief.

'Well, hello sexiest man alive, 2008. Wanna give me a hand? Or head?'

He sniked his claws out.

'Kinky! That's new for Disney!'

He dug his claws into your ribs and dragged you up with them. 'Where the fuck are we?'

'I dunno, but it looks a bit mad maxxy to me. But that would be IP infringement right?'

'Fucking jokes,' Logan uttered. He threw you over his leg, your back breaking.

'Till my back breaks, Wolvie!' you yelled out, quickly rolling yourself back up and shaking it off. 'Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm a big fan. How about we strip off our suits, take a tumble in the sand, get to know one another you know. Personally, I'm more of a cowgirl fan but I'm willing to do whatever you want baby.'

'You're unbelievable,' he grumbled. It was still sexy. He turned his back to you.

'Oh, I see, is that what you did when your world went to shit!'

He paused, his head slowly turning to you. 'Say again, bub?'

'Oh, I am so horny right now.'

The two of you engaged in a fight, and not the sexy stradling fight that would happen later, but the guns firing, swords slashing kind of fight. that was only interrupted by a familiar voice.

The only other voice that could have you dropping your panties as quick as Wolverine. He was hooded, hidden, but you knew him from your sex dreams.

'Dear god almighty, it's him.'

'Who?' growled Logan.

'Don't be jealous baby, I have two holes for a reason. Don't worry gorgeous, you're gonna encounter some delicate language, a smidge of ass play but we've been prohibited from using cocaine, at least on page.'

He raised a hand. 'They're coming.'

'Who's they?'

The three of you watch cars and trucks drive through the waste, keeping you trapped. There were familiar faces, Pyro, Toad. And Sabertooth.

The mysterious figure jumped down and mastered the superhero landing that had you clapping your hands and jumping up and down.

'Oh my god! Oh my god!' you held onto Logan's shoulder as you jumped while he just glared at you.

'I've got this,' the man takes down his hood, showing the beautiful, hot, strong, handsome, hubba-hubba worthy, Chris Evans.

'Oh yes, you do sexiest man alive, 2022!' you cheer.

'Stay close,' Chris- or Steve- called back to you.

You stalk over to him. 'Aye aye, Captain.' you wrap your arms around his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs. He removes you and you groan, sulking. You walk back to Wolverine and jump onto the side of his hip.

Instinctively he holds your ass which makes you giddy before he realises his mistake and drops you.

'You're not gonna love what happens next,' shouted the captain.

Your jaw dropped from behind the mask. 'Holy shit, omg! No way, he's gonna say it! He's gonna say it!' you flick one of your swords that was still poking out of Wolverine's chest. 'Avengers-'

'Flame on!' Steve- no, Johnny- yelled and took to the skies in a ball of fire.

It was sort of stupid in hind sight as Pyro lifted a hand and extinguished him, causing him to fall from the skies and go crotch first into a billboard.

'No!' you screamed, rushing to him and rolling onto his back to get a look at him. 'No, no baby, stay with me. Let me take a look!' you tried to pull down his pants but Logan literally pulled you off him.

You were tied up with Wolverine on the front side of you and Johnny on the back. When you woke, you giggled. 'Woah, just like my dreams.'

Johnny woke to, lifting his head from your shoulder. 'How long was I out?'

You smirk under the mask, looking back to him. 'Not all of you was asleep, say Cap, is that a Glock in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

'Is that Chuck? Hey Chuck, over here! Hope it's you young, god, we got James Macovy in this?' you yelled as a wheelchair rolled out as you entered the thing that was apparently large Paul Rudd.

'Cassandra Nova. Charles's twin,' the villain introduced herself.

'Holy shit,' said Logan.

'How was anal birth?' you asked.

Cassandra smirked. 'You two are cute. I have a good feeling about this.'

'Right!' you cheered. 'Just wait till this ends, the smut is off the charts!'

She took the chain from around the two of you but you wrapped yourself around Logan's arm, he only grunted at you. He only pushed you off when you started to go off and off about what Johnny said about Cassandra. 'People think i'm a shit talker but this guy-' you chef's kiss. 'Next level!'

Cassandra, with a flick of her hand, shed the skin from him as he fell in a heap of bones and blood and skin,

You cried out, holding onto Logan for dear life. 'My favourite Chris!'

'You silly little bitch, you just got him fucking killed!' yelled Logan.

'Fine, spank me then! P.S. Do you know what he was doing to the budget!'

You were brought to Ultimatum with Cassadra, Oliath or the other British villain, but all you wanted was to save your world, bang Wolvy and go home.

'I didn't want it to come to this, either you help us or my boyfriend here is gonna perform the whole of Greatest Showman as a one-man show,' you warn.

'I'm not her boyfriend,' Logan grumbled.

Cassandra went on a trauma dump that had you groaning. 'Couldn't you just turn into accomplishment like the rest of us?'

But I'm not like the rest of you, except maybe the Wolverine, now we could be truly terrifying together.'

'Sorry lady, he's taken!'

'Not for long,' Cassandra smirked and as Logan attacked, she sent him in the ground and away from you. You only whined at his disappearance, a whine that turned into a groan when Cassandra's fingers entered you in the worst way possible. Through your head.

'What can I see here?' she asked. Cassandra gasped. 'Oh, you are a whore.'

Oh yes, she saw the million filthy things you wanted to do to Logan.

The two of you made it out and to the diner where Logan was intent on finding food and taking rubbing alcohol shots. When he sat across from you, chucking a tin of spam at you, you pulled of your mask.

Logan stilled, looking at you with finally something a little different than anger.

'What?' you asked.

'I thought you'd be ugly under there.'

'No- no, that's the Deadpool. I'm better, and a self-insert.'

The two of you took to walking through the rather nicer side of the waste. You had his hand in yours, swinging it happily like you were a couple before he threatened to chop your hand off.

'You said Logan was a hero, what happened?' he asked.

'You died. Technically you were chest fucked by a tree, but really you just ran out of batteries trying to save this girl- a kid really. Always wanted a man who's good with kids. The shit heels who grew her in a lab called her x-23, but she was just a kid. A smaller, cute and mean version of you. Yep, you saved her, very hero, very demure.'

The two of you were interrupted when a bark sounded over the hill and the BEST DOG EVER ran out to you, ears flapping in the wind, tongue out as it always was. The little boots. The collar. It was Dogpool.

You threw off your mask and picked her up, cuddling her close. 'She's coming with us.'

'No she's not!' he argued.

'Yes, she is!'

'No!'

You pulled out your puppy dog eyes and lifted the dog to your face and slowly the resolve in his face slipped.

'Sorry!' another man ran out, chasing after the dog.

'Fucking shit bag!' you cursed.

It was another dead pool, a good-looking one with long hair.

'What's Ryan Reynolds actually doing here, I thought I replaced him?' you said.

'In here everyone calls me Nicepool.'

'Can we have your dog?' you asked immediately.

He laughed. 'over my dead body!'

You nod, thinking about it but Logan holds out his arm before you can even move.

Whatever Nicepool was saying was you didn't care as you cooed and hugged the dog closer and Logan watched.

Fuck, he was paying attention to you.

'Why are you so nice?' you asked eventually.

'It costs nothing to be kind,' he said.

'Shutting the fuck up is also free,' said Logan.

You bite your lip in his direction. 'God I am so attracted to you right now. This is Logan, he's usually shirtless but he's let himself go since the divorce.'

Finally, the Nicepool took you to his ride to get you and Logan and the dog to the borderlands.

It was a honda fucking odyssey.

Logan wasn't willing to listen to your complaints. 'Get in the fucking car.'

'Make me, Daddy,' you said.

He took one step closer to you and you backed away with the dog. 'No, we're running away!'

Logan forced her from your arms and handed him back to the Nicepool.

'The corn was to dense girl!' you called after her, pouting.

Logan shoves you into the passenger seat while he takes the wheel.

You pull of your mask, hair falling around you like you were in an advert. 'So, what shall we do to pass the time...'

Honda Odyssey coming soon, that my friends, is called edging.