13!!💝 Music/Bands I listen 2 : mcr, msi, type 0 negative, panic! at the disco, hole, nirvana, the smashing pumpkins, Korn, Linkin park, Alice in chains, The smiths, Fall out boy, Paramore, Trapnest, Flyleaf, Pantera, KMFDM, HIM, Primer 55, Snot, BMC, Chevelle, Gerard way, and etc.
Need to be sitting in a doms lap having a rough and messy makeout session while their cock is inside me and I grind against them, pushing them deeper inside me with each shift of my hips
this moment when I slide my hard cock slowly inside your wet drenching swollen pussy and you breathe in sharp like you forgot how full it would feel and I stay buried inside you longer than you expect letting it settle before I start moving again slow and deliberate cumming deep inside you while your body shakes around me watching my cum slowly leaking out of you inch by inch and then I guide it slowly back in with my cock like I’m not finished shaping you yet
Summary: Your classmates had all turned into zombies and all you wanted was your boyfriend.
A/N: Lee Suhyeok x F!Reader
Word Count: 2,139
A/N: No one sent in AOUAD requests (because I'm like four years late lmao) so I took the matter into my own hands.
I also don't expect this to get many notes but you know what, I couldn't help myself.
Everyone had turn into fucking zombies.
Somehow, in a blink of an eye, you'd watched person after person succumb to a man-eating monster in the span of seconds. There was blood everywhere, with guts hanging from bodies and the sounds of screams as people were eaten alive that was slowly driving you insane.
You'd gotten separated from the rest of your friends in the midst of all the madness. After being cornered by one of the zombies, you'd been forced to run another way, to leave On-jo and I-sak.
Sweat coated your skin like a second skin, there was dried blood caked onto your skin and you were starting to strongly dislike your schools uniform as a skirt seemed really unhelpful for surviving a zombie outbreak.
Your heart, still beating madly against your chest, was starting to ache as you pressed both your feet against the door in front of you. In a last mad dash for survival, you'd locked yourself into the janitors closet, just managing to shut the door as the zombie that had been chasing you reached you.
You were positive there was at least two, maybe three zombies pressed against the door trying to break in.
Eventually, they'd stop trying to get in. Despite how quickly everything had happened, you knew that the zombies were attracted to sound and since they couldn't see you, they'd either wander off or something else would catch their attention.
That didn't erase the fact that there were a lot more zombies wandering in and outside of the school. Even if you managed to get out of the janitors closet, the chances are survival were pretty slim to none. At least not on your own. You were just one person, scared out of your mind.
As the sound of the zombies drifts off, you slowly pull your feet away from the door. Your heart is beating erratically agaisnt your chest, fear coursing through your veins and making every movement hard. But, you push yourself, shifting until you're sat more upright.
Pulling your knees to your chest, you hug yourself. It had been a long run from the cafeteria and many near death experiences, not to mention the multitude of people you'd seen eaten and turn into a zombie right in front of you. Your hands were still frantically shaking, and all you wanted was Suhyeok.
It seemed silly, but you knew his presence would make you feel better. It was one thing to be alone, but another not knowing if he was okay.
He'd left lunch early to play some basketball and with a smile, a kiss and a promise to join him later, you'd continue chatting with On-jo and I-sak after he'd left. If you'd gone with him, sure, maybe you'd be dead, but you wouldn't be alone.
And you wouldn't be sat in a janitors closet wondering if he was okay.
You could imagine your boyfriend trying to make you laugh, even in a situation like this, and even if it would be ridiculous to anyone else, he'd still make you laugh. And that? That would be enough to comfort you, even if only a little.
Least of all, you knew you'd feel ten times better as Suhyeok always made you feel safe.
You're not sure how long you sit in that closet, hugging yourself and trying to fight back tears but it's long enough for you to realize that sitting there wasn't going to do anything. Suhyeok, if he was alive, wish you had to believe he was, wouldn't have left the school without you.
And you wanted to know if your friends were okay too.
When you'd ran from the cafeteria, you'd run up the stairs to the second floor. You bet that your friends and maybe Suhyeok were on the first floor, and maybe you could even escape out that way.
Maybe.
Inhaling sharply, your mind is made up then. You needed to get out.
Your eyes flicker around the closet. The janitors closet is small and, of course, filled with cleaning supplies of a variety. Your eyes, however, instantly zone in on the mop against the far wall. It was the best you had and you knew, no matter what, you couldn't stay locked in this closet. You were scared, terrified, but you'd go crazy locked in a small closet all by yourself. You also had no food or water.
Plus, you needed to find Suhyeok.
You remember seeing a few movies where one of the characters would snap the mop or broom over their knees to make a sharper weapon. You figure that'd be better that swinging slightly damp cotton at a zombies head. So, determined, you grab the mop and brace yourself.
Your first attempt, naturally, goes terribly. All you manage to do is make a loud thud and a resounding ache travel across your leg as you bite your lips to stop yourself from crying out in pain.
Breath halting, your eyes shift to the door, as if expecting to hear the zombies back at it. After minutes pass of nothing, you let out a light breath of relief.
Well, damp cotton was just going to have to do it.
Taking another survey of the closet, you look for anything else that could be helpful. Theres a few disinfectant sprays, a bucket and some paper towel, but other than that, nothing. Letting out a sigh, you shake your head.
Looks like this was the best you were going to get.
Setting your hand on the door knob, you pause just before opening it. Beyond the rapid pounding of your heart, you try to calm yourself best you can. Nothing would make the fear go away, but you couldn't go out there with any hopes of surviving if you didn't do it logically.
So, after a minute passes, you nod to yourself, determined. You slowly open the door, cautious to be as quiet as possible, peeking your head out enough to see outside. There's a few zombies wandering around and you can only assume more outside of your peripheral. But you see the stairs and you know that's your best shot.
And you couldn't stay there any longer.
Tightening your grip on the mop, you make your way out of the closet. You're deliberate in being quiet, making every step slow, cautious and silent.
It goes good for the first five minutes. You make it out of the closet and across the hallway, getting closer and closer to the stairs, when a loud squelching sounds from below you. Body freezing, you lower your gaze, realizing you'd stepped on...
Oh God, was that guts?
You have no time to dwell on it when you hear a load croak beside you. Head snapping up, your eyes widen when you realize a zombie is heading right towards you. You freeze, body tensing, hoping the zombie will think the sound was nothing and go away.
Except, it gets close enough to smell you and suddenly, it's letting out a cry as it starts running at you.
Letting out a gasp, you take the mop and swing it right at the zombie. You put all your strength into the swing, hitting the zombie right across the side of the side of its head. It's head turns and you feel like you hear a cracking sound, but a second later, the zombie's head snaps right back to look at you.
"Fuck," you whisper, breathless. "Stupid mop."
Turning without a seconds hesitation, you break out into a run yourself, heading straight for the stairs. You know you're attracting more zombies, but your best bet is reaching those stairs.
You never do.
Just as you ran past another clossroom, you lose your footing beneath you as a body falls on top of you. Instinctively, a scream tears past your lips as you roll so your back hits the ground with a harsh thud that has your vision blurring momentarily.
The zombie snaps its jaw at you, trying to eat you, as you brace your arm against it's chest, trying to hold it back.
You realize in your fall you'd dropped the mop, cursing yourself as you try to reach around for it. You can hear more footsteps approaching and know that if you don't get this zombie off you and start running, you will be eaten alive.
"Get off!" You scream, trying to shove the zombie off of you. "Stop!"
Your head turns, cheek pressing to the ground as you just narrowly miss a bite to your face.
You feel your eyes well, certain that this would be your death, when suddenly the weight is off of you. You blink, dazed and confused, breathless on the floor as you glance up only to see a familiar face.
Suhyeok stands in front of you, staring down at you with wild concern, as your head turns, only to see the zombie that had been trying to eat you on the ground next to you. Your mop, snapped in half, was through it's neck.
You can hardly believe your eyes.
"Suhyeok..."
"Y/N..." Suhyeok breathes, shaking his head as he reaches for you, pulling you up to your feet as you latch onto him desperately.
It's so nice to see another person, alive, but even more to see Suhyeok.
Holding you in front of him, Suhyeok's eyes glance around you frantically, looking for any injuries as you stare up at him in disbelief.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Suhyeok breathes, "you haven't been bit have you?"
Panting, you shake your head. "No, no... Suhyeok--"
Whatever you're about to say is cut off as a loud screech catches your attention, both of your heads glancing back to see a handful of zombies headed right your way. Instantly, Suhyeok's grip shifts to your hand, threading his fingers through yours.
"We've gotta go. Come on!"
He pulls you with him, racing right for the stairs you'd been aiming for. Instead of going down as you'd intended to, he races up the stairs, taking two steps at a time as you desperately try to keep up.
It isn't until you reach the third floor that he turns, moving into the hall as Suhyeok continues to pull you with him. You both narrowly avoid zombies, with Suhyeok having to kick a few out of the way. Eventually, Suhyeok slips into a classroom, the both of you stumbling in breathless.
There's a zombie on the other side of the classroom, to which Suhyeok quickly lets go of your hand to race at it. Using the stable point of a desk, he kicks it across the face before grabbing one of the chairs and using it as leverage to force the zombie out the other door.
He slides the door shut instantly, using the chair to lock it shut before moving to the curtains across the far wall, shutting them all.
You watch him, breathless, wide eyed, completely useless, in disbelief that he was even in here with you.
Once Suhyeok's satisfied with the room and the both of you safe, at least temporarily, he finally turns back to you. He takes your hands in his, brushing back your hair and holding you close.
"I was so worried," he breathes. "On-jo said they lost you in the haste of everything."
You already feel like a mess but the tears that well in your eyes is inevitable. You'd been so scared, so alone, that the sight of the person you'd wanted to see the most is enough to send you into a fit of despair.
Suhyeok's eyes widen, instantly panicked.
"Y/N?" He calls, voice pitching. "Y/N? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Were you bit?"
Raising your hands to hold his own, you shake your head.
"No, no," you whisper, meeting his eyes. "I'm okay, I promise. I just... I was so scared."
Shoulders falling, Suhyeok frowns down at you.
"I won't leave you alone again, okay? I promise."
Nodding, you lean into his touch.
"The others," Suhyeok breathes, as if suddenly remembering. "They're alive... I left to look for you but they're... they're okay. We'll get back to them, yeah? I'll keep you safe."
Your relief at your friends being okay is immense, squeezing his hands as you nod. But the fact that Suhyeok had left them to find you... it's more than you can handle.
Smiling softly, Suhyeok leans forward, pressing his lips against your own in a gentle, warm but brief kiss. Your eyes flutter shut at the action, relishing in the warmth and safety of the feeling, meeting his eyes once more as Suhyeok pulls back.
"We'll get you a better weapon than a mop, too, yeah?"
For the first time since this all begin, you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head.
this moment when I slide my hard cock slowly inside your wet drenching swollen pussy and you breathe in sharp like you forgot how full it would feel and I stay buried inside you longer than you expect letting it settle before I start moving again slow and deliberate cumming deep inside you while your body shakes around me watching my cum slowly leaking out of you inch by inch and then I guide it slowly back in with my cock like I’m not finished shaping you yet
I like to think that the Curtis parents let their kids name their kids. Like they obviously named Darry, after his dad. But they let Darry name Sodapop, and let Sodapop name Ponyboy.
My reasoning is that Darry would’ve been four when Soda was born, and pretty much every four-year-old ever thinks that soda is the greatest drink in the world. So of course, he decided to name his baby brother after one of his favorite things—some sodapop!
And it’s canon that Sodapop loves horses. As a two-year-old, he probably thought that ‘Ponyboy’ was the perfect name for his baby brother. That could explain why Soda and Pony have interesting names.
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