#HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST HUMAN ALIVE

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the best birthday gift - jeon wonwoo

member | best friend!wonwoo x reader ft. the rest of svt

genre | fluff, attempted humor, high school!au (but they’re not at school)

word count | 2.8k

synopsis | it turns out, wonwoo works best under pressure

warnings | cursing, reader wears a tank top, reader is short and gets made fun of for it (lightheartedly), sex jokes, friendly bantering

notes | set in southern california, LA/Hollywood, based on real life events from yours truly and kids don’t jaywalk not proofread

happy (late) wonwoo day!! to the sweetest boy ever, i hope you had a wonderful birthday <33

Whoever thought taking public transportation with fourteen people to downtown LA was a good idea deserved to “be buried alive 6 feet under with those bug-eyed Chihuahuas”, according to Seungkwan. 

In his defense, Seungcheol thought it would be better for the environment. It totally wasn’t because of the fact that he was the only one with a driving license and it absolutely wasn’t because he wasn’t confident enough in his driving skills to be responsible for the lives of thirteen other people. Where would he get a 14-seat car anyway? 

All fourteen of you trudged along the cracked sidewalks of downtown LA, broken up into smaller groups as Seungcheol led the way in the front with Jeonghan and Jihoon. You stayed in the back, with Mingyu and Wonwoo, who were intensely debating whether or not a person can suck their own dick. You occasionally pitched in with your two cents, but you mostly stayed quietly in the middle, enjoying the spectacle that was laid out in front of you.

You were so engrossed in Mingyu and Wonwoo’s conversation that you almost ran straight into a streetlight. You yelled in surprise and Wonwoo barked out a sharp laugh, almost in tears as you rubbed your nose with a pout. Mingyu cracked a smile as you threatened to demonstrate firsthand to your best friend what you learned from your second grade taekwondo class. 

“You don’t wanna mess with me, Jeon Wonwoo. I was a yellow belt in second grade.”

“Yeah, and I’m, like, a whole head taller than you. What about it?” Mingyu’s ears perked up at hearing those fighting words and reached for his leftover popcorn from earlier. It was safe to assume that Wonwoo chose death today.

“You know, with your height and broad shoulders, you would think there’s at least one bone with common sense in you but I guess not,” you countered.

“You do know that tall people have the same amount of bones as short people like you, right?” Wonwoo sneered. 

You did a double take. “Wait, really?”

“Oh my god, [Name], what’d you learn in human anatomy?” Joshua asked. He was standing next to Mingyu, his hand reaching into Mingyu’s bucket of soggy popcorn. “I thought you passed that class with an A.”

“Yeah, with my help,” Wonwoo muttered under his breath. “They slept in class everyday and I ended up having to tutor them for 16 hours the day before our final.”

You swung your arm around his shoulder and grinned. “I still owe you for that one, how can I ever repay you for your kindness?” You asked dramatically.

Wonwoo reached over and pinched the side of your ribs. “How about growing another couple inches?”

“Fuck off,” You pushed him away from you and stuck out your tongue. In retaliation, Wonwoo flipped you off. 

Mingyu and Joshua watched the two of you bickering in amusement. The older boy leaned over and whispered into Mingyu’s ear, “I give them two weeks before they either start dating or fucking, I don’t know which one yet.”

Mingyu snorted. “I give them three days.”

“It’s a deal then,” Joshua reached out and shook Mingyu’s hand with his non-buttery hand. Unfortunately for him, he had reached over and gripped the latter’s oily, buttery hand. “EW WHAT THE FUCK MINGYU.” 

“Why did we stop?” You heard Seungkwan ask. He was currently holding onto Soonyoung’s backpack strap like it was a leash, stopping him from running off into the wild streets of downtown LA. Next to him was Seokmin, who just looked happy to be wearing his newly acquired Minions bucket hat. 

After walking for what seemed like forever, Seungcheol had finally signaled the entire group to stop walking by an intersection. Mingyu glanced towards the front, where Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Jihoon seemed to be in a heated discussion about something. Although you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you could tell they were getting stressed by Jihoon’s eyebrows that furrowed into each other with every passing second, Jeonghan’s more exasperated hand movements, and Seungcheol’s lips that began jutting into a pout as he got more and more worked up. 

You let out a tired sigh. Your feet were aching and sore, your shoulders were sunburnt and itchy, and you probably smelled like a mix of sweat and weed right now. It wasn’t you that was smoking weed, but the esteemed gentleman sitting next to you on the metro-rail earlier was and you’re pretty sure the smell was permanently woven into the fabric of your tank top. You shifted back and forth between your feet, trying to alleviate any weight and pressure off your feet for at least a second and Wonwoo seemed to notice this because he silently guided you to a nearby bench,

You spared him a quick glance. “Thanks, Woo. You should also sit.” 

“Short people tend to have a shorter life span. Compared to you, I have plenty of more time to sit down,” Wonwoo shook his head with faux sympathy, almost enough to convince you that he was being serious but you knew him better than that.

Despite being absolutely exhausted, you assumed you had enough strength left in you to give Wonwoo’s shin a good, hard kick. 

“Ow, what the fuck was that for?” Wonwoo complained and you just grinned.

“I hope you shrink.”

Wonwoo stuck his tongue out at you childishly and you just rolled your eyes with a giggle, momentarily forgetting about the hot, blaring sun and the impending sunburn on your shoulders. He glanced down at you with the ghost of a smile tugging on the corners of his lips and you felt your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your not-so-little crush on Wonwoo was old news, but no matter how much time you spent with him, his smile always managed to turn you into a messy pile of goo and butterflies. 

Waiting for further instructions, Wonwoo leaned on you, his arms resting on top of your head as he scrolled through his phone. You stared down at the ground, trying to ignore the warmth of Wonwoo’s body next to yours. If it was anyone else, you would’ve pushed them off already, complaining about how hot it was, but this was Wonwoo. 

You tried to use the breathing techniques Minghao taught you a while ago, but it didn’t help calm your fastly beating heart. You wiped your sweaty palms on the fabric of your pants and licked your chapped lips. You almost forgot how much you hated summer in southern California.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you thought back to the long day and how chaotic everything was from the start. All fourteen of you agreed to go to Universal Studios Hollywood for Wonwoo’s 17th birthday, and the morning was alright. You all made it to the theme park safely via public transportation and after a long, fun day, the group decided to head back home to catch the last train.

You guys missed the last train.

In Jun’s defense, he didn’t mean to get lost. He was busy trying to apply another layer of sunscreen and when he looked up, everyone else was gone. He wandered around the city for a while before he caught sight of Soonyoung’s bright tiger backpack (no one knows why none of them used their phones to contact each other). By the time all fourteen of you were reunited, the last train had already left, leaving you guys to take the cheaper, but much more sketchy metro-rail. 

After missing the original stop on the metro-rail, you guys had to ride back for another 20 minutes, then navigate the streets of downtown LA in the late afternoon heat to find a specific bus stop, leading to your current situation.

“Okay, everyone! Our bus is supposed to be here any second,” Seungcheol called out. Immediately, everyone’s focus seemed to snap to the three boys who were standing side by side, arms crossed and firm looks on their faces. “The bus station is diagonally across the intersection so we need to-”

Jeonghan, looking somewhere else, began to urgently tap on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Cheol, that’s 460. That’s our bus.”

Seungcheol felt his blood run cold. Across the street, he saw a bright orange bus making its way down the street, pulling up to the bus station diagonally across from where he and the rest of his friends were currently standing. 

Everyone seemed to be under a trance as they stared at the run-down bus pull up to the station. Soonyoung was the first one to shake off the trance, breaking free from his beloved tiger backpack and leaving it in Seungkwan’s limp grip. He bolted across the street, ignoring all the different car honks and curses that were thrown at him. He had somehow made it not only across the street, but diagonally across the intersection, ending up on the same sidewalk as the bus station.

Soonyoung looked behind, expecting everyone else to be following him, only to see the rest of his friends staring at him dumbfoundedly.

“KWON SOONYOUNG WHAT THE FUCK?!” Seungcheol yelled. 

“I’M SORRY HYUNG I DON’T KNOW-”

Seungcheol waved at him urgently, doing everything in his power to resist the urge to run through the LA traffic to simply throttle the younger boy. “NO, DON’T FUCKING APOLOGIZE JUST STOP THE BUS.”

Soonyoung stared at Seungcheol with a confused look on his face. “WHAT?”

Finally breaking out of your own trance, you stood up and began pointing to the bus. “STOP THE FUCKING BUS. TELL THEM TO WAIT.”

Chan noticed that the crosswalk light turned green and began running. “COME ON WE NEED TO MOVE.”

My dear reader, have you ever seen a stampede of any kind? Whether it be the stampede of wildebeests that trampled Mufasa to death in the Lion King, the rush of high school students to the canteen during lunch, or thirteen teenagers running down the crooked streets of LA, I’m sure you can imagine the picture. Sweaty and red faces, backpack straps flying off shoulders, breathless laughs, unintelligible yells, and hands tightly gripping and tugging at each other.

More specifically, Wonwoo’s hand gripping yours. 

In the spur of the moment, the only thought in Wonwoo’s head was making sure you were safe. So when the rest of your friends broke into a sprint, his first instinct was to grab your hand and pull you along. 

Here you are now, your hand still in Wonwoo’s as you guys caught your breath while waiting for the second light to change. Soonyoung stood on the other side of the crosswalk as the living epitome of the standing emoji, waiting for someone to say something.

Seungkwan angrily shook his fist that still held his friend’s (tacky) tiger backpack. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO STOP THE BUS!”

Soonyoung helplessly pointed towards the bus that had already left the station and was now waiting at a red light. “IT LEFT! IT’S TOO LATE!”

“GO! GO ASK THEM TO STOP. STALL THE DRIVER, JUST DO ANYTHING,” You screamed desperately. All around you, your friends were also yelling at Soonyoung, telling him to stop the bus and ask the driver to wait. 

Soonyoung finally gave in and ran back towards the bus that was still waiting at the red light. With every passing second, everyone inched closer to the edge of the curb, impatiently waiting for the light to change. And after what seemed like forever (it had been three minutes), the light finally changed and you made a run for it. Pushing past Jihoon and Vernon, you sprinted down the sidewalk with incoherent yells. You passed by other pedestrians who all looked at you and your friends questionably, and for good reason too. It wasn’t everyday you saw a group of teenagers running in downtown LA in the middle of July. 

There was maybe another hundred feet left in front of you and you’ve never felt more exhilarated before in your life. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your feet made heavy contact with the gum clad concrete. You felt like you were in a teen movie. You could almost imagine the BGM as you and your friends dramatically run together in slow motion, your hair flowing in the air and you find yourself smiling. Wonwoo caught up to you, running by your side as the two of you silently sprinted down the street with bated breaths. 

Wonwoo glanced over at you and felt a warm feeling spreading throughout his chest. This feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but it amazed him how easily he was swept away by your charm every time he was in your presence. Your laugh always pulled at his heartstrings and your smile seemed to brighten up every room you entered. Wonwoo was drawn to you like a magnet and there was nothing he could do about it.

As the two of you got closer to the bus, Wonwoo suddenly had a thought. He reached for your hand and pulled you closer to him. 

“[Name],” Wonwoo started breathlessly. The bus was now less than fifty feet away and Soonyoung had successfully managed to convince the bus driver to wait for you and your friends. It was now or never. “You said you would get me anything for my birthday, right?”

You let out a strangled grunt, trying your hardest to not sound like you were fighting for your life after running for only five minutes because that was just simply embarrassing. Up ahead, Soonyoung had already made his way into the bus and found himself a comfortable seat in the back with a content smile. You slowed down as you approached the bus and breathlessly set down a foot on the front step of the vehicle.

Behind you, Wonwoo gently rested his hands on your hips and whispered into your ear, “How about a date?”

You felt your heart drop past your ass, your feet, and into the deepest, darkest pits of hell. Skinship was normal between your friend group, but this was different. And also, what the fuck did he just say? Were you slowly losing your hearing? Your mom was right, spending too much with Seokmin and Soonyoung did damage your ears-

Wonwoo let out a soft laugh behind you and almost as if he read your mind, “No, you’re not hearing things [Name]. This is me asking you out.”

You desperately needed someone to pinch you. 

Climbing onto the bus with a perplexed look on your face, you mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ to the bus driver who seemed a little less than happy to have a bunch of hooligans on his bus. Wonwoo’s big hands never left your waist as he guided you to an empty seat towards the back of the bus. You simply followed his lead as you tried to comprehend what your best friend just said. This was all probably a prank, right? You sank down in your chair and looked at Wonwoo, who was trying to get himself situated next to you. Was he being serious?

“Yes, you idiot. I’m being serious. I’m so surprised you haven’t caught onto my crush on you yet, with how obvious I was being,” Wonwoo had whispered the last part under his breath but you still heard it. His hand reached for yours that was resting on your lap. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way but-”

“I do,” you said abruptly, interrupting him. After realizing what you just said, you wanted to slap a hand over your mouth, dig a hole underground, crawl into it, and never come out of it ever again. “I mean- I- What I mean is…”

Wonwoo looked at you expectantly, his brown eyes gleaming with hope. He nodded at you to continue and you felt like your tongue had suddenly turned into cotton. Everything in your mouth was dry and heavy and you had to lick your lips before continuing.

“I do… feel the same way about you. I’ve liked you ever since that water balloon fight we had in eighth grade on your birthday. And-” You choked on your words again. “-I would love to go on a date with you.”

Wonwoo felt like he had just won the lottery. He simply couldn’t help the smile that tuuged up on his lips as he gave your hand a firm squeeze. “Okay.”

You returned his smile and hand squeeze. “Okay.”

Exhausted from the long day, Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder as he drew small patterns on your knee. “I think this might be the best birthday yet,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, since you agreed to date me.”

“You’re so corn-”

“HA! YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS SHUA HYUNG.”

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[yeonjunszn]

so sick !

pairing: idol!lee heeseung x non-idol!f!reader

genres: fluff﹒crack﹒smallest amount of angst possible

warnings: mature language (nothing new), strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of cheating (its not from any of the mcs), unfunny jokes, the plot takes place during/starting with the release of dimension : dilemma and will end around dimension : answer era, uni!au bc reader is a uni student, reader is literally the sweetest person alive laurv her saur much, heeseung is borderline insane, but so is reader’s entire friend group so whatever, everyone except enhypen are uni students, the only idols are enha, also (for clarification since they are name dropped) — txt exists in this universe without gyu and tyun, more warnings per individual chapter!

feat: the rest of enhypen, ryujin from itzy, sumin from stayc, taehyun and beomgyu from txt, hyunjin and felix from skz

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

status: completed!

started: may 21, 2022

ended: september 13, 2022

— WOWWW CANT BELIEVE MIXED UP IS DONE 🙁🙁 i’m kinda sad but it’s okay!! bc we have this baby here now!! i got the inspiration for this from so sick by ne-yo and also that one song by lauv that heeseung sang on i-land LMFAO

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profiles: sunshine y/n & friends | 7 overgrown children | the fake fan accounts

zero. happy anniversary, asshole (477)

one. self love >>

two. hypehouseification of lee heeseung

three. double homicide

four. australianized tamed-dashed

five. why is he kinda..

six. pneumonia

seven. partner project in english

eight. happy birthday heeseung

nine. AWOOOOO 🐺

ten. stuck together (1.3k)

eleven. congrats! or sorry that happened!

twelve. can this be us

thirteen. down baddery and stalking

fourteen. ayo hitman bang introduces

fifteen. s(he) be(lie)ve(d)

sixteen. sevendeez nuts

seventeen. #emo #different #notlikeothergirls

eighteen. jungwon my savior

nineteen. sexy starfish

twenty. bring it on the musical

twenty one. simpy mcsimpson

twenty two. peer pressure is a bitch

twenty three. Y/N.EXE HAS CRASHED

twenty four. they grow up so fast

twenty five. october 30th (3.9k)

twenty six. back off.

twenty seven. h-hyunjin being logical ??

twenty eight. coffee again

twenty nine. jongseonglations

thirty. illegal and banned in 27 countries

thirty one. questions

thirty two. *screams quietly*

thirty three. 11/11 11:11

thirty four. stfu glee boy

thirty five. everything is fine

thirty six. worth it (830)

thirty seven. heeseung hate club

thirty eight. seoul uni’s ms. sunshine condoning violence

thirty nine. rest in piece cookie 💔💔😔

forty. let me love you (until you learn to love yourself)

forty one. taylor swift

forty two. he’s insane

forty three. more than friends less than lovers

forty four. thankful for you

forty five. feels so right (1k)

forty six. a pick me boy :/

forty seven. touch some grass

forty eight. life update: it got worse

forty nine. can’t stay away

fifty. no longer bitchless (1.3k)

fifty one. engenes better sleep with one eye open

fifty two. merry christmas my beautiful swan

fifty three. IM GONNA STRANGLE YOU (affectionately)

fifty four. he is human too

fifty five. taehyun be fucking fr

fifty six. twt user enhatranslate

fifty seven. proud gf moment

end. polaroid love

BONUSES

one. anonymous source

two. date night

three. best thread ever

four. y/n outsold floplift

five. ban enhypen_members

six. that feeling when

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#SAUR EXCITED #i hope i do this justice LMFAO i’m in love with the plot tbh #i’m also happy that i can give riki his gremlin personality finally #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #enhypen socmed au #enha smau #enha socmed au #enha social media au #enhypen heeseung smau #enhypen heeseung x reader #lee heeseung smau #lee heeseung x reader #⭒ — fluffy fluff #🦌 — lhs #so.sick.heeseung❤️‍🩹 #yeonjunszn

[azlrse]

➳ the aftermath (mammon x gn!student president!reader drabble)

cw: major angst, no comfort.

a/n: wanna post something here due to my inactivity and there's so much going on in my school rn (had lots of fun to the point that I forgot that I write stories here lmfaoo)

Without you, he is lost.

With your rejection and anger towards him and his brothers, he spends the rest of his days sulking in his room. No matter how much bargaining, pleading and begging for him to go out by his demon siblings, he still didn't budge. Mammon only cried in his pillow, now covered in layers of snot, saliva and tears while reminiscing the events that took place when he was still a part of your life – from birthdays to hanging out like the closest pair of friends a person could wish for.

Mammon was even far too late to recognize his deep and unconditional feelings for you and it only hurts more when you turned him away. He understands your pain. He understands why you acted like this and why your student council friends are even more protective of you – the way they glare and speak snide remarks to both him and his brothers when they first arrived at the prestigious academy.

He tried visited you like so many times, bringing gifts that you still liked during your time in the Devildom; flowers that only existed there and the sweetest donuts and cakes from Madame Screams, only to realize that you've given those gifts away instead of throwing it away, which shattered his heart a bit.

Mammon loved you, loved you so much that he started degrading himself that if only he could do so much better other than treating you like shit, speaking ill towards you and refusing to hang out with you in favor with the other students to whom he called his friend.

And his heartache only worsens when he saw you being in a relationship with one of your peers.

From a distance, he could only stare at the both you being lovey-dovey and giving head pats and kisses. He'll only imagine if he's in your lovers place, recieving such affectionate and words of love and going in dates here in the human world. He will only imagine and daydream on what's like for you to be his and calling you his very own lover.

The kind of lover who doesn't shame him for his sin and accepted for who he is.

The kind of lover who would comfort him when he has a bad day.

The kind of lover who would love the prince of greed unconditionally until the time you passed and live in the Devildom permanently.

The only act Mammon would so is to wish such happiness for you and your significant other. Wishing that they'll take care of you and bring you lots of happiness during the duration of your relationship with them.

It does hurt for the demon, but he'll keep on waiting for you, protecting you even. Because after all, he's your first man and as long as he's alive, he will keep on protecting you and awaits for the day that it's his turn to be your lover.

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#obey me x reader #mammon x reader #obey me angst #obey me drabble #obey me mammon #mammon x you #student council president!mc #obey me replaced mc au #replaced mc au #mammon angst #om! mammon #mammon x gender neutral reader #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all

[babyfacerps]

happy birthday to one of my absolute favourite people in the world @reinhartroleplays! the jughead to my betty, my close confidant and the sweetest human being alive. i'm so fortunate to know you and hope your special day is as wonderful as you! ♥

#special people #—babyface ; speaks. #<3

[vigilante-izuku]

It’s Laura’s (@lowlights) birthday and me and a few other friends want to celebrate her today!!

from @tuskens-mando

Laura, you are truly a remarkable human being. You’ve shown me so much kindness and generosity. You’re the most supportive person I know. You drop anything you’re doing to help your family and friends. You are literally changing my life for the better. You inspire others, you uplift them, you are the sticky friendship glue that keeps everyone all together. You’re my best friend. You’re my sister. I love you and I cannot wait til the day I get to move in with you and hang out with you all the time. Next year we will be celebrating your birthday together in person!

from @mando-abs

Laura, our supportive queen, congrats on another year!!!! Your blog never fails to bring a smile on my face. Whether it’s your writing, your comments on other people’s writings, or your sleepovers. You continue to be such a positive force for everyone. I wish you a marvelous and restful birthday!

from @ezrasbirdie​

Happy birthday to one of my favorite people in the world. I’m so glad you’re alive! You are selfless and kind, and even though I think you should do more for you, I admire the hell out of it. You’ve helped me through a lot of things—silly or serious—and you’re the best sounding board for whatever ridiculous fic idea I’ve come up with. Your stories give people a soft landing when everything else is sharp, and that means everything. I can’t believe I get to be your friend, and I can’t wait to give you a million hugs and sit on the couch together while my husband brings us mimosas and snacks. ‘Cause it’s gonna be great. - Your Birdie

from @coastielaceispunk

Laura, my love, you are the brightest ray of sunshine of my every day. Even many states away you make me feel safe and loved and cared for, especially during my bad days and when I take the city bus. I hope I offer you the same level of comfort as a best friend everyday like you do for me! You deserve all the love! Happy birthday beautiful! So happy to celebrate you, you talented creative genius you❤️

from @daddydindjarin​​

Laura!!! Happy birthday my beloved! You are one of the sweetest, kindest, and most genuine person I have ever had the joy of meeting. You have encouraged me, given me feedback and showered my art with compliments. You make everyone who talks to you feel so important and loved, and you just exude calm and content. You’re my crystal lady, someone who has the best Pedro gifs, and who always makes me laugh. I hope that your day is as absolutely amazing as you are.

from @wordsnwhiskey​​​​​

Happy Birthday Laura!! You're one of the sweetest, kindest, most welcoming people I've ever met and you deserve every ounce of whatever amazing and wonderful things the universe has in store for you and more!! And please?! Your writing is absolutely stellar and emotional and just amazing! 🤩 Sending you all the hugs, good vibes, and may you always find -B

from @thewayofthemandalorian​​​​​

Happy birthday to one of the sweetest people I know on here! You deserve all the nice things and the happiest of birthdays. I'm so glad that we've gotten to know each other and become friends, and I hope you have a great day and a great year to come! Lots of love, Gillian 💜💜

from @prolix-yuy​

You have been such a (not low, actually very bright!) light to your followers and mutuals. Your stories are some of my favorites to see pop up, whether they’re sweet little drabbles or longer complicated and nuanced stories. And of course yelling about any and all thirsts we have is the highlight of my day any day. The happiest happy birthday to you, may it be spent with all of your favorite people and full of your favorite things 💕

from @iamskyereads​

Wishing a Happy Birthday to the Queen of Tenderness, the Sovereign of Soft, and the Lover of Tummy (TM). 🥳 Laura, you are a gift to the fandom with your joy and grace and inviting presence. I first found you over on Eri (tuskens-mando) dropping joy and excitement and quickly breezed through your magnificent masterlist and writings. Seeing her on my dash always lights up my face!!! She’s an angel. Laura, you always offer space to chat and listen, even if it’s just to rant about our favorite characters or a bad day, or even to share our favorite wines and cocktail recipes. You’ve cultivated your own unique little space within this fandom with your gifted talents and gorgeous AUs and I can’t wait to see what other wonders you’ll bring along next ❤️ Lots of Love to Laura! xoxo Skye (iamskyereads)

from @leannawithacapitala​/@musings-of-a-rose​

Laura! We haven't known each other long, but I often think of us bonding over our (rare) love for Maxie Lord and how underrated he is. Ted Talks prepared and all! I hope you have the bestest of birthdays! Treat yo self (and hydrate!)

from @mandoblowmybackout​

Happy birthday, Laura! You are one of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing- you make everyone feel so loved and at home in the Pedro fandom, always offering encouragement and support, and I always smile when I see you in my tumblr feed. I hope your birthday is half as wonderful as you are! -Ash xoxo

from @outercrasis​

Happy birthday Laura!!! I hope you have a wonderful day filled with any and all of your favorite things:) you're so kind and such a lovely presence on my dash whenever I see you 💕 wishing you all the best!!! 🎉🎉💕

from @javierpinme​

My beloved, happy birthday!! When I rejoined this hellsite I hadn’t expected to make lifelong friends and I was so wrong. You’re more of a friend to me than some of the people I’ve known my whole life. I hope you have the best day and get to go to the biggest crystal shops. I love you bby!

from @leslie-lyman​

Laura!!! Happy birthday my love!!!! I am so grateful that we’ve become friends - you are one of the kindest and most supportive people in this fandom and I just adore you. I hope you have a fabulous day because you deserve it and then some! ❤️❤️❤️

from @chaoticgeminate​​​​​​

Happy Birthday lovely! You are so incredibly amazing, sweet, and deserve all of the cake and drinks and good healing energy there is to celebrate. The planets definitely aligned for the better the day you became a part of my life, Laura.

from @the-scandalorian​

Happy Happy Birthday, Laura! I hope you have the best day and a wonderful year. You bring so much joy and warmth and talent to the fandom, and you deserve all the happiness in the world. I definitely think about getting railed by Victorian gardener!Din in a greenhouse several times a week, and that is 100% your fault. You’re such a kind, supportive friend, and we’re all so incredibly lucky to have you here, brightening up this corner of the internet ☀️

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA #WE ALL LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH #YOU'VE MADE ALL OF OUR LIVES SO MUCH BRIGHTER AND BETTER #WE ALL HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY GIRLIE <3

[heymrspatel]

[moira rose voice] OH HELLO YOU! 🥰

(me? wishing you a happy birthday on every platform imaginable? you better believe it!!)

happy fucking birthday to you my sweet juju 🥳 you are such a light in my life and the lives of so many others. you are the sweetest human alive, a hilariously and unexpectedly feral friend, an incredible hugger, a very silly goose, and one of my favorite humans on this planet. i hope today is as spectacular and special as you are 💛 squeezing you from afar until i can squeeze you again for real 🫂 i love you i love you i love you!!!

*SLAMS TABLE* ON. EVERY. PLATFORM!!!

my sweetface 🥺 i love you so much!! thank you for being such a force of a friend! i knew so long ago i wanted to know you, even if i was scared and, you know what? I WAS SO RIGHT!! thank you for seeing this silly goose and being like YUP YEA FRIEND! i can’t wait to squish you again! 💙💛

*hands you 2x4* LETS GOOOOOO

#OVERWHELMED #heyitsmybday #celestialmickey #asks

[delcakoo]

hello my love. Happy Birthday!!!!!!💙💙💙 thank u for being alive and for being born. it sounds cringe but, you are the best friend I've ever met. even thought we don't know each other wholeheartedly, I'm glad I met you. at school I don't really have friends. nor do I have anyone to talk to. but one day, I saw you on my page. I like to write stories, fictions. and you inspired me :,) you are the first person to get my inspiration in writing. I love all your creations, even the ones you think are not the best you've made. I don't know what you go through since you don't really tell us your problems here but don't be afraid to tell me your problems, since I always do to you :) I hope today will be the happiest day of your life, and for the next days to be happy as well. I hope school isn't so hard on you either. take your time and take a break too!! don't feel bad for doing so because you are taking care of yourself. sometimes it's better to be "selfish" then selfless. always put yourself first. you are the best writer I've ever seen. (In my opinion💙go argue with a wall if some of you disagree🙄) besides being that, you are my best friend. the greenest flag I've ever seen tbh. you deserve LOTSSSS of love from me and everyone. even if we are not close, you still mean a lot to me. so thank u for being alive. thank u to your mom as well for giving birth to a wonderful human being. 😎💙

lots of love,

-m💙

i’m like 😭😭 so speechless rn i’m just smiling like an idiot and like? just ? wtf moon what did i do to deserve you AND HOW TF DID U REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY I HAVE NEVER MENTIONED IT HERE I’M LIKE 😭😭😭 this has to be one of the sweetest messages i’ve EVER received like genuinely i’m so touched rn. usually i’m a bit null to compliments and stuff because i simply refuse to believe them, but this feels so honest and just loving that i cant help but feel so grateful :((( i don’t even know what to say but thank you so fucking much for spending so much of your time writing all this for ME. i’ll treasure this for sure and i’m so glad i met you as well and that i could be someone for you to talk to <3 i honestly never get compliments like this irl, i’m rarely called the ‘best’ at anything, so to hear i’m one of the best writers for you and an inspiration just makes me so happy even if it’s undeserved T-T i’m like. still in shock rn at how lovely this message is like. i can’t believe you wrote this all for me and i hope we can talk much more this year so i can show my gratitude ❤️ you are truly an amazing person moon, i hope you can meet some great people who deserve your friendship this year. please remember i’m always here to talk with and confide in as usual my dear ❤️❤️

I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH MOON THANK YOU AGAIN, even if my day doesn’t go good (it’s still 6am lmao), this already made it so amazing <3

#delcakoo #m anon #screenshotting this to read whenever i’m sad #MOON YOU KNOW I WISH ALL THE SAME FOR YOU #ILYSM #KISSES

[yellowedbytheblue]

Apparently years ago, on January 14th 2001, the angels and God got together and finally decided to mold a beautiful human with warmest heart, sweetest smile, toughest shoulders and great personality. You. I bet you’re the blessing for your family, you’re the love of the family, you’re their bundle of joy that brings smiles into their life until today. A big thank you for your mom for giving birth to a great man like you, for raising you well until you become this present you.

blow out your candles, my love. here’s another year of tender radiance and an abundance of hope

Thank you for being born. I believe you’re here for a reason even though you might don’t know what exactly that is. Thank you for being you, thank you for bring so much happiness and joy into this life especially mine. You’re such an amazing person that I believe I won’t find someone like you since you’re the one and only, with your heart and personality.

As you grew up, you may have learned to squeeze anger down your throat, growing a knot the size of a pomegranate. But the pomegranate still grows, right? And one day the knot broke, the skin burst. Red seeds shoot out of your tongue and split open on the surface. All that’s left is the anger that comes out of you and the red splattered on the white walls that were once clean. I guess what I’m trying to say is that none of this is okay.

It doesn’t matter.

They say regret lurks in the deepest corners of your heart, in the innermost arches of your ears, under your fingernails, in the crooks of your neck, inside your cuticles and gums, veiled under that thing called ecstasy. I wrote this story for your youth learning how to live. I will hold your hand and keep saying it’s okay. How hard it is to silence the beating heart, how hard it is to silence the silent voice, “the sky is turning a different shade of grey, and I’m afraid that even the world that created me doesn’t want to cling to someone like me”.

I swear, I love you.

I don’t want you to feel regret. I want to hug you to make sure you succeed in making sacrifices, to touch every fingertip and show that you have been completely devoured until now you are embracing happiness.

I know you have cried, sometimes walking the wrong path. But honey, after the darkness of the past, a new fiction of your life is revealed, where you have personified your fear into an extraordinary power. You have formed an incomplete phrase, into a poem that is as warm as a glance. I hope you can extend a little more grace and forgiveness while keeping your head tilted toward the light. There will always be time to see the flowers bloom at sunset. Live to the fullest, ya. Live happily.

Thank you, please stay alive.

Thank you for staying alive until today. I believe there are days when you wanted to give up because you’re tired. It’s really okay to feel that, you’ve worked so hard, you must be really tired of it. I just wish you can find hope in every passing day, even just a glimmer of it. I pray for you to get proper rest, I pray no tears in your dreams every night. May God bless your sleep every night so you can face sunrise with a smile on your face. May your blankets always feel warm, both sides of your pillow are cold, and may you wake up without heavy feelings on your chest.

I’m praying for your happiness. I hope you’ll be happy, in every aspect of your life. May happiness and joy will always follow you in your life’s path. Even until now, when I write this letter, I'm still proud of you and will always be.

Thank you for existing. Thank you for the warm love. Thank you, because of you I learned a lot. Thank you so much, you really mean a lot to me. Thank you for everything. May Lord bless you and keep you and also give you peace wherever you go. Happy birthday, Virleon.

[barbieavi]

DOSSIER.

FULL NAME.   mystery, babylon the great, mother of harlots and abominations of the earth.

ALIAS.   poppy santos.

SPECIES.   goddess of hedonism, harbinger of the multiversal apocalypse.

BIRTHDAY.   february 14th.

GENDER AND PRONOUNS.   nonbinary, she / they / it, sometimes ( very rarely ) he.

ORIENTATION.   bisexual.

OCCUPATION.   bartender, stripper, sex worker.

HEIGHT.   4'11, 6'6 in demon form.

WEIGHT.   never ask a lady her weight.

BODY TYPE.   plus - size. hour glass in shape with wide thighs, soft stomach, full chest. body has a gold glow to it, like permanent highlighter on her cheeks, nose, shoulders, stomach, thighs. has stretch marks on stomach and thighs.

HAIR.   deep, dark brown and slightly wavy, coming down just pass her shoulders.

EYES.   the softest, sweetest dark brown eyes one ever did see. framed by thick lashes. occasionally, if looking for long enough, one might see her pupils turn into hearts or a flash of pink.

NOTABLE TRAITS.   at first glance, poppy is relatively normal. gazing for a little longer, however, can feel strange. looking too long may reveal hints of her true form or may make one feel hypnotized or overwhelmed. she has dissection scars along her torso and more scarring on her face, but these are always hidden by a glamour.

VOICE.   elvira.

CONNECTIONS.

PARENTS.   nicole castro and angel rivera, deceased. rafeala and nicoletta santos, adoptive and alive.

SIBLINGS.   she's a goddess from a very wide pantheon. this would be a long list.

CHILDREN. four sons, all adoptive. alexandrios von karma-santos, vampire / alive. kain santos, clone-hybrid / alive. jesichya sparda-santos, nephilim / alive. hayato amagiri-santos, feline demon / alive.

OTHER. mammon, father figure / alive.

PETS.   

OTHER.   

BACKGROUND.

EDUCATION.   dropped out of high school during her human life. went back and received her doctorate in nursing.

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION.   herself.

MENTAL PROFILE.  borderline personality disorder.

ALIGNMENT.   true neutral.

TV TROPES.   madonna - whore complex, religion of evil, beauty is bad, the chanteuse, hidden heart of gold, lady in red, not evil, just misunderstood, not so above it all, sugar - and - ice personality.

ABILITIES. enhanced physiology, pyrokinesis, telekinesis, telepathy, pherokinesis, hypnosis, dream - walking, shape - shifting, omnipotence, reality warping, immortality, spatial - temporal transcendence.

LIKES.   good wine, flowers, sex, good food, chocolate, funny people, warm weather, the beach.

DISLIKES. men, tourists, ugly clothes, snobs, whining, being inattentive, people who don't wash their hands.

HOBBIES.   dancing, watching reality television, playing card games, knitting, running, singing, watching old tv shows, karaoke.

SMOKING   /   DRINKING   /   DRUG USE.   socially   /   socially   /   no.

HISTORY. --- a shortened version for easy reading, please ask any necessary questions. trigger warnings for drug abuse, domestic abuse, kidnapping, cheating, murder, cannibalism, snuff films, gore mentions.

poppy santos was born julianna rivera in 1963. she grew up a dedicated christian and generally happy child, despite having a deeply difficult home life. during her freshman year of high school, she met and dated anthony king, a known drug dealer. their relationship soured quickly, based off co - dependence and corruption. she began abusing the drugs he sold. they lived together for some time after dropping out of high school in julie's junior year, until she came home to him cheating on her.

from there, she became determined to get her life together. she lived out of her car with her dog, dulce. eventually, she was able to recover and landed a job as a waitress, where she meets jacquelynn morris. the two had a whirlwind romance and became "engaged" in 1985, despite it not being legal. they lived together and had a happy life.

until anthony contacted julie again, wanting to re - connect and apologize. while julie had no intention of getting back together with him, she did agree to meet him. this would be the mistake that ended her life, as anthony had fallen in with a nasty crowd. upon arriving to where they agreed to meet, julie was kidnapped and taken to a filthy motel where she'd be murdered by the entity known only as the man in shades. the entire encounter was recorded. hours of torture left her body permanently disfigured.

julianna rivera died december 31st, 1989.

something else woke up in the roadside ditch she was thrown into.

whatever this thing was, it was entirely new. the spirit of babylon enmeshed with the soul of a girl that once was. one of the only hints to her identity being the poppies tattooed across her collarbone.

she's found by a mechanic named grayson. she stays in his home, mingles with his family and eventually, falls madly in love with him. they get engaged and as she settles into a new life, her lack of memories from her past bothers her less and less.

until strange dreams begin to haunt her at night. until she realizes she's hypnotizing nearly everyone she comes in contact with. until she becomes terrified she is something else entirely, that she's been taking advantage of her newfound love this entire time.

without explanation, she abandons him in the middle of the night and makes her way to new york as if led by fate. therein, she finds a town populated by beings like her - concubi, vampires, werewolves. monsters from all walks of life. it's here she finds acceptance. it's here she finds answers.

she is babylon the great. one day, it will be her time to end this world and all those existing beside it, but for now, she's found a life to live.

IMPORTANT METAS, w.i.p.

poppy's diet.

poppy's children.

poppy and hedonism, summoning and making deals.

creatures of the damned, vampires, demons, angels and hierarchies.

the pantheon.

NOTES.

poppy subsides primarily on a diet of human energy and human flesh.

she is employed as a bartender at the oak, a dive bar and sanctuary for the damned, owned and operated by her adoptive mothers. she is secondarily employed as a dancer at club cipher, a nightclub specifically designed for humans and creatures of the damned to intermingle. this is where most of poppy's diet comes from.

you can try to kill poppy. that's fine. she'll likely even let you attempt - but she cannot die. she will just pop back up a few minutes later.

poppy is multiversal. she is one soul split into many forms, spanning across billions of universes and even in multiple forms in singular universes. she exists wherever desire exists. this means she can be slotted into any au/verse/etc. with relative ease, thus my lack of verses page.

poppy is telepathic and omnipotent. however, unlike other gods of her pantheon, she prefers to suppress her own ability to maintain her connection to her own shreds of humanity. she will generally not read someone without either their consent or due reason to do so. she much prefers connecting with humans on a more genuine level.

#doss.

[yoonieper]

Just A Taste | PJM

Why are the sweetest things always the worst for you?

✽ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✽ Genre: Vampire Au, angst, smut, tiny bit of humor

✽ Rated: S for Sweet

✽ Warnings: blood depictions, Jimin nearly jumps y/n, talk about death, Jimin is starving, y/n is seriously the best ride or die, brief mentions of pregnancy talk, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, terrible depictions of blood loss (I’m not a doctor but just go with it), lots of crying (she sad y’all), prepare for the angstttt

✽ Word Count: 17.2k

✽ Summary: They said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought….

✽ Now Playing: Candy by Doja Cat

✽ Author’s Note: Another idea I had been wanting to write for a long time~ Happy birthday Jimin and Happy Halloween! Bonus at the enddddd ;)

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

Jimin’s feet dragged along the dull carpeted floor of his apartment building. The weight of his ongoing stress has finally piled up and become too much to bear. Work was exhausting and the worst issue of all was the hunger that has just been getting worse. He can’t even go home anymore without fear and anxiety of something happening.

This drought had gone on for longer than anyone could have expected. Being around a human right now was dangerous, yet every night he comes back home to you. His everything. He was just so hungry.

He would never do anything to you despite the strong pull of his instincts to just sink his teeth into that pretty neck of yours. He knew you would taste so sweet, your blood rich with life. Not that he was thinking about it or anything… But he would never touch you. This drought was just putting him between a rock and a hard place.

Jimin thought back to it, when his group was told the news.

Despite the myths, no vampire would ever be able to go ‘vegan.’ Animal blood did not contain the same life force that matched with their own. You could drink an entire cow and it wouldn’t do shit. It was just gross and you’re the fool who decided to drink cow blood.

That did make things a bit more complicated.

Luckily the issue was solved already. Some smart people of his kind decided to make a company that hosts blood drives. The blood mostly goes to where it’s intended but a few packets might also be what is keeping his kind alive. It was a full proof system and has been running smoothly ever since Jimin’s been alive.

The problem was the storm that was currently affecting the entire country. A terrible few weeks of bad weather was enough to drive even the most loyal donors away and leave a major shortage. The storms also brought the issue of delivery, the trucks that brought their rations needed to delay their voyage because the weather outside was just that bad.

In turn it left his entire area without any new supplies coming in until the storm clears up, which according to the weather, they haven’t even made it through the worst of it.

He had just come from a meeting with his group in order to plan on how they’re going to get through this. They had spares, enough to thinly ration for the next few days, but not nearly enough to satisfy the lustrous hunger for more.

Jimin could hardly get through work anymore. He really should have considered a better career, but at the time it seemed like the right idea. He was a doctor and the occasional phlebotomist when he’d volunteer for the blood drive. Again, in hindsight it was a terrible idea, but normally he wasn’t starving.

As the days went on it was harder and harder to control himself. The urge to just pounce a human and take what he needed was so great at this point it was scary. There were so many risks being this hungry, he could only hope that Namjoon could figure out a way to get their rations as soon as possible.

Jimin finally made it to the front of the white wood paneled door, the shiny gold numbers reading 612 let him know this was his. He’s fine, he can do this.

You’re the love of his life, no need to be scared.

He got out his key and pushed open to reveal the lovely apartment you both have made your own. You were planning on moving soon, already having a house in mind and have briefly spoken with a realtor. Jimin even had a ring. You weren’t his wife yet but he had every intention of marrying you. The only real reason why he hadn’t popped the question yet was because he hadn’t told you one small detail…

Jimin continued into the apartment, already hearing the shower water running. He smiled at the thought of you inside.

“Jagi?” He called out, setting his keys on the table.

“Oh! Jimin, you’re home!” Your sweet voice immediately brought a smile to the man’s face.

“After what feels like an eternity somehow I made it back…” He stripped off his jacket to reveal the signature white doctor coat.

“Hard day at work?“ You questioned. If only you knew the extent of it… How he nearly had his teeth sunken into one of his patients because they came in needing stitches, a gash that most would wince at had him nearly drooling.

“Yeah, you could say that. I’m exhausted…” He was happy being home. Home with you was salvation, here he didn’t feel like the monster that he knew he was. Sometimes he would forget the unorthodox craving he had. With you he felt normal, he felt human.

Jimin heard you hum slightly and that made him realize how clear you could hear him considering the shower was running.

He peeked his head around the corner to see a towel was wrapped around your form, your leg propped up on the side of the tub and a razor in the other hand.

You seemed to notice him immediately because your head quickly turned so you were looking down the hallway. You shied when you saw his gaze.

“Sorry, you kinda caught me at a weird moment…”

This was anything but weird to him, if anything his heart was warm knowing you were so comfortable to leave the door open. “Don’t worry— did you just get out?” He hoped you would say no.

“I was just about to get in~” Jimin silently cheered to himself. “Would you mind if I join you when you’re ready?”

You noticed the flirty smile on his face. You knew that’s not all he had planned. You didn’t mind though, you didn’t mind at all.

“I’m almost done, start stripping— all I need is like 3 minutes.” You called out. He went a little further down the hallway, his hands in his coat pockets, a fond smile as he leaned against a wall.

It didn’t take you long for you to notice his gaze.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggled, already a light blush starting to settle on your cheeks.

Jimin’s heart was full, sometimes it was hard to believe how much he loved you. “I just wanted to say how much I lo—“

“Shit!” You cursed softly to yourself.

He immediately picked it up. His eyes trained on the blood that trickled down your leg, the scent heavenly. If this was any other day, he would just store this memory deep down that would sometimes resurface when he craved to taste you. But he was fucking starving, the rationale he normally possessed was gone. No longer could he seem to overcome the desire that haunted him everyday, but he was looking at it right in the eyes.

He couldn’t escape. His senses were heightened, he could hear the blood pumping through your veins, he could almost taste how sweet you’d be on his tongue. Jimin felt the fangs he normally was able to conceal, emerge quickly, waiting for him to sink his teeth into his prey.

By now you had managed to grab a towel, it was only a small cut, but it still managed to bleed slightly. You didn’t think too much of it until, in your peripheral vision, you saw Jimin staring at you wide eyed.

He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Jimin, you ok?” You asked hesitantly, slightly worried. You were shocked when you were about to make your way closer and he bolted away.

Fuck fuck fuck, he knew he had more somewhere. Some fucking where. He ran to the fridge, heading straight for where he kept his emergency reserves. It was a harsh reminder when he quickly scurried through the items, to remember that he took out his reserves for his group.

All he saw was red, a craving so uncontrollable it turned him into a monster.

It didn’t take long for you to catch up to find Jimin hastily digging through the fridge like he was a raccoon.

This was bad.

“Jimin?!” You cried out at the sight.

He could still smell it, he could smell you. How much he wanted to taste. You shouldn’t have come closer. What remained of Jimin wanted to tell you to run, to get away from him, but he couldn’t. The only thing you were now was his prey. He was starving and there you were right in front of him.

Jimin turned around and you nearly collapsed at the sight. No longer was it your sweet faced boyfriend, but he looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Fangs protruded from his mouth, his eyes were red, and he was looking at you like you were…

Food.

“Jimin….” Your voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

Your boyfriend— or whatever this thing was charged at you. Your legs were wobbly from shock and you didn’t make it far, only the front door before you were paralyzed with fear.

He quickly had you caged in with his arms. You were trapped, cornered, nowhere to go. It was over.

He could feel how scared you were, your heart beating out of control— in all honestly made the thought even more alluring. All he wanted was his teeth in your neck as he took what he wanted.

So good, he knew, he could smell how good you’d taste.

Jimin would have honestly given into his craving if he hadn’t come back enough to realize your begging and pleas for him to stop. It all came back, it was you y/n… and he was…

You were shaking, you were so scared… of him.

His frenzied state subsided and he released you. You instantly sunk to the floor, the tears finallying spilling over and you just bawled.

Jimin felt himself choking up, the consequences of his actions settling in. He really was about to…

“Y/n… I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… I—I’m sorry…” The words weren’t enough for you who probably didn’t even hear him, but they certainly weren’t enough for himself. Nothing could make up for what he did. Nothing.

His group always warned him about getting in a relationship with a human, he loved you too much to give it up, but now look. He was about to…

Jimin couldn’t stand to be in here anymore. He grabbed his coat and ran out the apartment, even then the temptations he had been feeling still lingered.

How could he face you again?

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Jimin sat there with a beer in hand, hunched over at the bar. In a haste to get away, fearing what he might do to any more innocents he ran to the only place he knew he wouldn’t do any harm.

The hangout. The place his group resides. They were far away from society, the risk of anyone finding this place slim to none. Out here they could be themselves without the prying eyes of humans.

Jimin took another long swig of his beer. Tears had begun to stain his face and collect on the counter below. He had ruined the most beautiful thing that could come out of his miserable life.

He was trying his best to convince himself this was out of his control. Who could have predicted you would suddenly cut yourself with your razor? It was just unfortunate that he was standing right there and that he was starving.

But that’s the issue. He couldn’t control himself.

He was this close to sinking his teeth into your neck and in his crazed state he doubted, no, he’s sure he wouldn’t have been able to stop, at least until you were lifeless on the floor.

This wasn’t just one of those things that he could push behind him. You likely never wanted to see him again, and even if in some weird alternate dimension you actually did, the risk of an incident like that happening again was too great.

He loved you too much to put you through that again.

They were right.

Suddenly he heard the door open. Jimin turned around to reveal Yoongi and Jungkook. What were they doing here?

He saw Jungkook reach over for the light switch and as the lights illuminated their hangout, the shock on their faces when they saw Jimin at the bar.

“Hyung? What are you doing back here?” Jungkook questioned. Jimin tried to wipe the tears before they got any closer.

“Uh— what are you guys doing here?” His voice was shaky, he could hardly keep it together.

“Jungkook forgot his phone. I came with him to get some papers for Namjoon. Now what about you?” He wasn’t paying attention to anything, they knew it too, his quiet sobs becoming more and more obvious.

“Hey are you ok?” Yoongi asked hesitantly.

“I— uh… I—“ But none of that worked at the end of the day. His voice was too shaky and tears still continued to stream down his face. It didn’t take long for him to just completely break down right in front of them.

The two looked at each other concerned before running over to his side. “Jimin what happened?” Yoongi tried to ask in between the sobs. Whatever it was, it clearly got to him. They’ve never seen Jimin like this before.

The pair were unsure of how to exactly go about this, but they sat on top of the bar stools next to him and comforted him the best they could. Jungkook gently massaged his back and Yoongi somewhere in between called the others to tell them to come over for more reinforcement.

By the time Jimin was able to calm down just for a fraction of a second the rest of the group was here, all waiting for an explanation.

“You were right.” Jimin suddenly said, his head was on Taehyung’s lap, he had been gently stroking his hair.

“Jimin, please tell us what happened.” Namjoon said from the couch across from where he was sitting. Some of the guys had started tearing up as well, everyone was so anxious to find out what’s got him this upset.

“I nearly killed her.” This surely was a way to get everyone’s attention.

“Jimin what did you do…?” Yoongi asked, extremely concerned.

“She cut herself with a razor… I was this close to doing it.” He started getting choked up again.

The others started filling in the clues.

“Is this about y/n?” Seokjin finally asked. Tears started streaming down his face, letting everyone know that it was you.

“Ok, Jimin I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to tell us exactly what happened. This is obviously hard for you, but I worry whatever happened might be an issue for the whole group.” Hoseok said seriously concerned.

Yes he knew that. It’s what made this whole situation even worse. Not only did he nearly harm you, but the other most important people in his life, he might have also put them at risk.

Jimin sat up knowing this was going to be a difficult conversation. “I don’t know what happened. I just got back from our meeting earlier, I was tired and hungry but I didn’t think it was that bad. The minute it happened… I—I couldn’t even think straight. Nothing happened but she saw me— the real me.”

There was some relief in the fact that no harm came to you. It’s not like they were close to you, only having met on a few occasions, but a body is the last thing that their group needs right now.

“I don’t want to be that person but I told you so—“ Yoongi started but a swift hit from Namjoon was enough to shut him up. Too late, enough was said, the damage was done.

“Jimin, it's not your fault. You’ve managed well after all these years, you know that it’s because of the drought,” Namjoon reassured. He was right in some ways, the drought putting you at great risk because of your relationship.

If it was as simple as that he would just try and stay away until the drought passes and they start getting regular shipments again. He would have done that before anything happened if it was that simple.

“But I haven’t. This is the first time something like this has happened, but I’ve wanted to do it long before that. I’ve thought about it, dreamt about it, and now it happened and I—...” He was getting emotional again. “The last thing I want to do is hurt her but I don’t know how long I could keep fitting my urges. It’s hurting me and even though she doesn’t know it, it’s hurting her.” The answer seemed so clear when he spoke it out like this, but his heart still ached at the thought.

“I don’t want this to happen again. She deserves someone who doesn’t think about her like I do.”

The boys were honestly a bit shocked at his revelation. When Jimin first announced the relationship to the group there was much opposition from everyone. Not just from the boys from within their group, but in the vampiric world word travels fast, especially when it concerns something like that. Despite all the warnings he got, Jimin persisted and moved past them all. He didn't care and even though the boys were worried, especially after he told them that he wasn’t going to tell you about who he really was. They were hesitant, but they saw how happy he was.

They could hardly go through one meeting before he was talking about you. It was a bit much, but the boys couldn’t deny he was in love. After a while, they honestly thought he was somehow going to make this work.

“What are you saying…?” Tae asked.

“I’m saying, after what happened today, as much as I want to be with her, I don’t think it’s safe to continue the relationship.” Everyone gasped with shock. He was already making it clear, but hearing him say it out loud made it real.

“You sure that’s what you want hyung?” Jungkook wondered, everyone wondered.

“No, not at all. But in order to keep her safe I have to.” Jimin was trying his best to stay strong. He tried to convince himself this is what’s best, but all he wanted to do was run back home to you.

Suddenly he remembered the ring that’s buried deep in his drawer. You wouldn’t have said yes anyway. He could have never asked you to make a commitment like that without knowing what he really was and seeing you after what happened… He was never going to hear from you again after that.

“So what’s next?”

Jimin thought about it. “I have to tell her, at least explain what happened, that’s only fair.”

“Yeah what if she thought you were possessed or something.” Another slap from Hoseok to Seokjin, the comment being a little too insensitive right now.

“Hopefully we make it through this drought and then I’ll do it.” It was a way of stalling. He could always text you, that’s honestly what he’ll probably have to do. But he didn't want to break up with you over text. He didn’t want to break up with you at all, this just gave him an excuse to delay the inevitable.

“That is, if we make it through this drought…” Jungkook sighed.

“You can stay with me if you want, until you get your stuff and you find a place.” Hoseok offered. Jimin silently thanked him before Namjoon started getting everyone’s attention.

“I rushed out of a meeting with other groups. It’s not looking good at all as far as when they think they’ll be able to send the next shipment out here…” He saw everyone’s faces drop at the news.

“The storms should be ending soon, but the issue is the shortage that’s happened because of it. They’re prioritizing bigger cities that have more Vampires, it doesn’t look like we’re going to be getting anything any time soon.”

“What are we going to do then?! Do they expect us to just wait?!!!” Hoseok asked. It’s not just Jimin who has been hungry, but everyone here has been suffering. They were already getting stretched thin, the rations they had weren’t enough to make it through the end of the week.

“Some of the more… out there groups plan on moving to humans. I have no idea when the next shipment might be coming so… in order to survive I suggest we think about it.” They were hardly alive as it is, but knowing Namjoon, the one who’s always been against the thought of going after humans, was considering the option made everything seem even more scary. They were really in desperate times.

“I know you guys know I normally hate that idea, but again, it might be our only option. Everyone here is already so hungry, after what we have runs out I don’t think we’ll be able to make it very long. We could wait but I’m worried that would put us in a bad place. Either we’re too weak to go out and get blood ourselves and we starve, or we end up going berserk, leading to possible casualties.”

“Isn’t what you’re saying also leading to casualties?”

“It might but at least right now we have a chance of not killing them. I don’t want to speak up for you guys because this is a personal decision, but I can’t bring myself to go after the humans. I don’t care how starved I am, I will wait. At the meeting they said there will be an update on the next locations of shipments in a few days. I’m crossing my fingers that we’re on the list.”

“If not…”

Namjoon just smiled. “Let’s not say that, but I will do what I must. If you guys want to, I won't stop you if you choose to go after a human. Desperate times come for desperate measures so I won’t judge and I hope no one else in this room does either.”

The rest of the members looked around at each other.

“If you’re choosing to wait then I can wait a little while longer…” Jungkook trailed off. It’s what everyone else agreed with. They will tough it out the best they can, but afterward they might just do what they have to.

Jimin though was silent throughout the conversation. It was just in the fact he made the decision to break up with you (he’s almost sure that’s what you would have said anyway), but unlike everyone else Jimin didn’t have the time like the rest of them did. It might just be in Jimin’s nature to be too caring than he knows he should be, but Jimin for the past week had given his rations to the rest of the members.

They would always be complaining about how hungry they were and he just couldn’t stand seeing them that way. He voluntarily gave up some of them in order to keep the others happy. They didn’t know that of course, he would always make the excuse that he was fine despite their protest. The conversation made him realize just how hungry he was. He had been stretching it thin for a while now… he might lose it if he doesn’t do something soon. Jimin had hoped that by now they would be getting their supply again, but his luck did not go in his favor.

Then again, he could always go after some human right after this meeting, but after today… Seeing the terror you experienced with his own eyes made the thought of going after anyone else despicable. He couldn’t do that..

After some time he made the plan. He couldn’t go after anyone else, not after today. He was going to wait like the rest of the boys but there was no until. He would wait until the end if he had to.

His mind drifted back to you. He couldn’t help but think about being with you right now. You were always there when things would get stressful. He was going to miss you…

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The next few days were harder than he thought possible. He was fighting two battles at once. First the boys had reached their limit— their rations had run out the day before and everyone was starting to lose it. They had really stretched themselves thin with making it that far, they had been starving for weeks now, but at this point it was starting to become unbearable.

The boys made a pact not to leave their little hang out in the woods unless they needed to, scared what might happen if they went back into the city. It was scary, seeing those he was closest to go through this pain. It hurt him even more than what he was experiencing. By now some of the other guys started to get suspicious of his condition. All of them were displaying signs of malnutrition but Jimin looked 10x worse than the others. They had questioned him but Jimin shooed away their worries. He just hadn’t figured out a way to tell them yet.

If that wasn’t bad enough, you had started calling him. It started the day after the whole fiasco back at the apartment, but you were persistent and made it a point to call him a couple times each day. If he wasn’t in the situation he was in he would have picked up the very first time, he was shocked by the fact that you were calling him at all. Part of him was expecting you to tell him to get his stuff out of the apartment or something that was meant to show you were done with him, another reason he couldn’t bring himself to pick up the phone.

After a while you gave up calling and texted him.

[Jimin, please come over. We need to talk.]

Your text was a bit ominous but he was once again surprised you actually wanted to see him again. At first, knowing his condition, he was a bit hesitant to see you again. He might pounce you without the need to draw any blood this time. But as hours then a few days passed, he got to the point where he feared he wouldn’t be able to see you again.

He was weak— extremely. He wouldn’t be able to do anything even if he wanted to. At the very least he wanted to give you an explanation before he couldn’t anymore. So he texted you back one day and told you he was coming to the apartment later that day.

Jimin told the others where he was going, just in case… He couldn’t drive anymore but Hoseok still had enough strength to give him a ride. They both put on all the thickest coats, hats, and sunglasses they could find and started making their way there.

Normally the rumor about sunlight burning them was just that, a rumor, but a starving vampire was a different story. They were sensitive to everything, lights included. It wouldn’t necessarily kill them but it did hurt, a lot. They left later in the day, enough where the sun wasn’t shining as bright, but all the street lamps and neon lights of corner stores and restaurants weren’t on yet.

Luckily it was winter so no one would judge them too much.

It was much relief when they pulled up to your apartment building.

“You think you can make it up by yourself?” Hoseok asked as he parked.

Jimin nodded.

“Do you want me to wait out here for you?”

“No you’re fine… I’ll call you when I’m ready…” Jimin was about to push open the door when he felt Hoseok’s hand on his shoulder. He looked back to find a worried expression on his features.

“Are you fine though? I mean going back here, you’re not worried something might happen?”

Jimin smiled weakly. “Nothing will happen… I’ll make sure of it.”

He noticed he was still worried but he didn’t say anything as Jimin got out of the car.

“Thank you hyung.” Was the last thing he said before closing the door.

Jimin stared up at the apartment building, seeing the lights were on in your place. “Your place…” the words hurt to even just think. He couldn’t deny he was feeling mixed emotions being back here. In truth he was a bit worried about coming back when he’s like this. He was weak but a starving vampire will always find a way, even if they don’t want to…

That and you’re likely about to end the relationship and especially now, he wasn’t ready to handle that. Part of him honestly regretted coming back at all, but he couldn’t deny the other side was happy to see you again. He missed you.

Jimin had to climb the stairs, the elevator in your apartment down at the worst time possible. Jimin could hardly make it, he was out of breath by the time he made it halfway up the first flight. As he was sitting there trying to catch his breath an elderly couple started coming up the staircase. Jimin tried to quickly turn away, realizing he looked probably sketchy.

“Young man, are you alright?” The lady questioned, clearly concerned. He didn’t blame her.

Jimin just nodded. He could see them look at each other wearily before locking arms and passing him. They probably just came from dinner, a delicious smell wafting off as they passed by… or maybe he was just hungry.

“Should we call the police?”

“Honey, aren’t you being rash?!”

“Did you see him, what if he’s a burglar?!”

He heard the whispers continue as they trekked up the stairs. Great, now he’s got people thinking he’s some sort of criminal. He needed to get out of here… After many breaks, willpower, and thoughts about giving up, he somehow made it to the sixth floor without getting arrested.

He had to cling to the wall as he walked down the hallway toward the door. ‘612’ just like the night he was here last.

Out of habit he reached in his pocket for the keys, but even when he found them, he found himself bringing his hand out with nothing. Instead he just knocked. He was now a stranger in his own home.

‘It’s better this way…’ He tried to tell himself. It definitely didn’t feel like it.

It wasn’t long before he heard the locks being turned and your face popped out from behind the door. Immediately he regretted coming here, he couldn’t face you like this…

“Jimin?” You questioned, making him realize he was still wearing his cover up stuff, he even put on a mask before coming here.

“Yeah… it’s me.” You immediately could tell something was off.

“Are you ok? Don’t tell me it’s snowing again…” You turned around to the window, almost sure it was clear skies. As much as he wanted to talk to you, standing like this was becoming exhausting.

You immediately picked up on this. “Jimin, seriously what’s going…” You looked down the hall, making sure none of your neighbors were lingering outside. “I have so many questions.” You made sure to keep your voice down.

“Can—Can I sit down? I’m sorry, you probably don’t want me in there but—“ He didn’t even need to finish before you were wrapping an arm around him and guiding him over to the couch. Even in his state he was shocked you helped him.

You sat him down gently, now extremely concerned seeing he could hardly stand. You sat down on the chair beside it.

He noticed the distance.

“Jimin, please talk to me… what’s happening to you?”

Jimin stared at you. He could sense you were conflicted.

This wasn’t the way he wanted you to find out. He always knew he would need to tell you one day. Maybe he would have buttered you up, taken you to that fancy place you always wanted to go to. A couple of bottles of wine and he would slowly hint toward it before dropping the bomb on you. You would take it easy in the perfect scenario.

He had already told you most things that would come in the way of your relationship, mainly surrounding the big kids question. You were fine with it all when he gave you an answer at the time… in his perfect scenario when he told you the reasoning you would be understanding and despite the shock, would come to love him and realize he’s still the same guy before he told you.

It all worked out and you lived happily ever after.

In reality this went the worst possible direction he could have imagined. Before he considered the worst being, instead of accepting you would run in the other direction (a reality that he believed to be the likely outcome), but now here you are past what he considered rock bottom. He was dying, you were estranged (he’s almost sure), that mess that happened a few days ago. It was worse than what he could have imagined.

If you look at it on the bright side, it couldn’t get much worse than what it is now.

Jimin took off his hat, his sunglasses, mask, and gloves were next. The lights that were on in the apartment luckily were dim enough to not do too much damage, but the look on your face completely distracted him from any burning he felt.

You were shocked. When he took off his glasses you immediately noticed the dark circles around his eyes and with the mask gone, you could see how pale he had become. He hardly looked alive anymore.

You ignored your brain telling you to be cautious and moved over to the couch you had sat him on, your hands ghosted over his skin, eyes getting slightly teary seeing him in this state. He looked at you with pleading eyes as your hand caressed his cheek. He was so cold.

“Jimin… what…” You could hardly get it out. Even after what happened a few days ago, none of this seemed real.

“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out…” His voice was soft.

“Jimin…”

“I just want to say before everything… about the other day… I don’t think there are enough words I could say to apologize for what happened. There was a reason, but even that doesn’t seem to make up for the fact that it happened at all. I just want you to know I never ever wanted to hurt you.” He paid close attention to your facial expressions. He was a bit surprised to find your sympathetic gaze never faltered.

“Jimin, you still didn’t answer… I don’t understand… what’s happened to you?” You were growing increasingly worried in the fact he was avoiding the question.

This was the moment.

“I—... I… I’m a vampire.” Saying it out loud had his heart speeding up. He was waiting for you to laugh, or scream, or something… Instead you continued to look concerned.

“So I was right, huh…” You said absentmindedly, it was like the news didn’t shock you whatsoever.

“You’re not surprised?” He questioned, your reaction definitely not being what he expected.

“After what happened a few days ago, I did some research. I thought maybe that might be the answer… Did it happen recently? Is that what’s happening to you?” For some reason the fact that you weren’t horrified by the news made him feel strange, a loud reminder he shouldn’t be this close to you right now… It was starting to make him have those thoughts again.

“No… it’s not, and no… I’ve been this way long before you met me.” Now this was what it took to finally get you to react. Your eyes stared at him as he was sure you were processing this information in your head.

For some reason after your research you had come up with the whole story in your head. Your boyfriend had gotten jumped one night by vampires who bit him and he had hidden the fact from you because he didn’t want you worried. What happened a few days ago was the ‘big transformation’… This is what happens when you use wiki articles for the bases of your research, but you figured the sudden change was just him coming into fruition.

If that’s not what happened then…

“I have so many questions Jimin, but if you’re telling me that this wasn’t recent… that isn’t telling me what’s going on with you right now. I’ve never seen you like this.” You are getting even more worried now.

Jimin sighed, but gave you a weak smile. He really didn’t know how to tell you this.

“Usually… um usually I’m kept fed by a company. Because of the storms that have been happening, the people who would typically donate haven’t been able to… there’s a major shortage that’s happening. This has been happening for a few weeks now, I— um it’s the reason for what happened and also why I’m here now, why I look this way…”

You already knew the news wasn’t going to be good. His condition, the way he’s been avoiding this answer… You already knew.

“Jimin what’s happening…?” Your voice was stern, waiting for the bad news. You weren’t even fazed by any of the other information, too focused on the fact that you knew whatever he was going to say next wasn’t going to be good.

“It’s not looking good when the next shipment might be coming in. My group— my friends they’re hoping to wait it out, we’re hoping we might be next, but for me I... “ Jimin took a deep breath, this information was hard for him to digest as well.

“I don’t have much time left… “ He tried to smile but voice was weak. Your heart nearly stopped at his words. “I came by to apologize for what happened the last time I was here, but also to say goodbye.” You were crying now.

“There— There isn’t anything you could do?” You bawled.

Jimin hated seeing you like this, that look in your eye. All he could wonder was why you were so concerned. Didn’t you remember what happened? He was a monster who deserved this fate. It was his punishment for the dark thoughts that would echo in his mind long before he was deprived.

How could after all you’ve been through together, how could he think about that…Even now he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Everytime he was buried deep inside you, your walls wrapped tightly around him. The pleasure would have him thinking about chasing for more. Sometimes your neck would be right there, it would be so easy to sink his teeth into you. In the moment, you, your warm body right next to his, he could hear your heart pounding, the blood rushing through your veins. Gosh, to say that the incident was the closest he had come from doing would be the biggest lie. Yes it was the first time he went all monster like that, but fuck.

The amount of times his fangs have popped out whenever you’ve had sex is embarrassing. You would think he had just been turned. It was embarrassing but he knew it was because it was you.

The first time he nearly exposed himself was your first time having sex together. You had just been making out, but your sweet perfume had his mind spirialing, the taste of you all he could think about as he kissed you harder. His fangs quickly started coming in, he had to make up some dumb excuse about needing to stop so he could run to the bathroom to calm himself down. That hardly worked, when he got back it was the first time he was inside you and almost as soon as he got inside they were back and he was staring at your neck the whole time.

Luckily he had it enough together that nothing happened but if anyone had been watching, Jimin looked like a crazed vampire ready to sink his teeth into his neck prey. But you were so much more than that…

He could never, no matter how much he wanted to. That was the problem, he wanted to. The last thing he wanted was for him to lose it and do something to you. That could never happen.

Maybe if he told you all this you wouldn’t be crying. You would see him as the monster he knew he was.

“Some are considering going after humans. After what happened a few days ago, I can’t bring myself to do it… I’d rather starve than hurt anyone.” It was true. He couldn’t put you through that and others weren’t an exception. As agonizing as he felt, he couldn’t make anyone else look at him that way again.

“What?!” Now you just seemed upset. “There’s a way to avoid this and you’re not taking it?”

This was even more surprising. “I’m shocked you still care? Don’t you remember what happened the other day?!” Jimin was also getting frustrated. You should be terrified of him, there is no sympathy for people like him. Cursed to live a life tiptoeing along the edge of life and death. Beings like him only bring despair on humanity, dragging them down into the abyss that is their world.

His harsh words had the tears streaming down your face and your eyes wide. “You’re shocked I care?” You got up from your seat on the couch and started pacing. He’s seen this look before, you were furious. After a few minutes of you trying to calm yourself down you turned toward him.

“Ok… ok… I admit, what happened a few days ago was scary. I was confused and then you just ran out the door. I debated about calling you, but…” You pointed to the pictures that lined the walls. “I couldn’t just throw away our 5 years together for something I didn’t understand. I wanted to talk to you, to understand what happened that day. 5 years Jimin. We’ve been together for 5 years, no matter what I’m not throwing that away.”

Jimin couldn’t even face you anymore, his own eyes now glazed over. “One day doesn’t erase 5 years, so yeah, I still care about you.” It was obvious it hurt you just from him thinking that was a possibility.

“I can’t fucking lose you Jimin…” Your gaze returned back to sympathetic, but your voice was still shaky. Your words nearly had his heart breaking into two.

He chuckled before turning away again. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew more…”

You sat back down on the couch. “Well tell me. Explain to me Park Jimin what could be so horrible about you that I shouldn’t be thinking you have a right to live—“

“I could have fucking killed you, you know?”

“But you didn’t—“

“But I could have— but I wanted to.” He looked at you, wanting the words to have an impact, they sure did on himself. It was true, it was all true.

“The woman I’ve spent the last 5 years with, who’s made me happier than I thought I could ever be in this miserable life— how could I think that about you?” The tears were finally spilling from his own eyes.

“Even now… I— I wanna taste you, I have no shame, don’t I?” He tried to laugh off but you saw the way his gaze traveled to your neck. His words had your heart speeding up.

“And… why didn’t you?” Your voice was soft.

Jimin lifted his hand so he cupped your jaw. You stared at his watery eyes as he moved his hand to lift up your chin.

“You would be so sweet. I knew that the first time we met. Something like that would be hard to stop, don’t you think?” His gaze fell back down to your throat.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.” His heart was heavy and so was yours.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin, not caring about the consequence this could have. You didn’t care at all. Right now all you were focused on was the fact that Jimin had to go through this relationship with this heavy weight on his shoulders.

In an instant you regretted any fear you possessed before he walked through the door. At the end of the day this was still your Jimin.

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After he told you that you needed to take a break. This wasn’t at all what you pictured when he came over. You had just wanted answers to questions, but what you got was the news your boyfriend was dying and the fact that he was carrying this burden throughout your entire relationship. It was more than you bargained for.

The tears by now had dried but left your face red, puffy, and your face still noticeable damp. Your arms were wrapped tightly around Jimin, your face buried in his many layers of coats. The lights were now shut off, the curtains closed, the only light being provided by the few candles you lit up.

Jimin had told you about how lights burned when he was like this. He tried to joke about it and say that he was just baking a bit, but it backfired and only made you more worried.

But now, it was silent. You had so many thoughts and questions you were battling in your mind. You were worried, worried that this was really going to be it. It was one of the reasons he was still here.

You couldn’t let him go knowing that it would likely be the last time you ever saw him. The thought alone that these could be your final moments had your grip tight around him.

You couldn’t let him go. You just couldn’t say goodbye.

It hurt worse than you ever thought breaking up would feel like. It wasn’t like he was going to live his life with someone else, he was going to feel and experience without you, but it was the end of the road. There would be no chance of running into him on the streets, his arm around another woman, but you would never see him again.

No. No. No. You couldn’t—

“Y/n?” Jimin’s sweet voice cut through your spiraling thoughts. You looked up to realize you had started crying again, your eyes filled with tears.

His face fell realizing you were crying. His hand hastily came up to wipe your face.

“Please don’t cry, shit, this is for the best ok?” He tried to smile and reassure but his voice was shaky and even with only the dim light coming from the candles you could see his eyes were watery.

“No it’s not, how could you say that?” You sobbed.

“You know I love you, right?” He pulled you in closer.

“Jimi—“

“The conversation’s gotten so sad again… Ask me a question.” He tried to change the subject. You were still upset. “Cmon, I’m sure you have questions. Wasn’t that the whole reason you invited me over?”

“Yes, but why does any of that matter now?” You grumbled. It didn’t. Any answers you had would be useless without Jimin in your life.

“I don’t like seeing you this way. It’s too sad in here. It feels like I’m at my own funeral.” Another joke that just really wasn’t working in this situation. He realized that immediately when he felt the gentle slap on his arm.

“Cmoonnnn, ask me something~” He tried to plead but you never said anything. The truth is your mind had been drawing a blank of the mental list of questions you made since the minute he walked in. You forgot everything now.

“Alright I’ll start then.” Jimin finally said after the silence continued to pass.

“Seriously Jimin—”

“Question one that I knew you wanted to ask the minute I told you I’ve been this way since before the start of our relationship— What happened? Who turned you? Were you turned?” Jimin looked at you to see you were shocked. In truth he was right. You had forgotten, but you were curious what happened to him.

He was just happy to see you looked intrigued. Anything to take your mind off of what was happening.

“In truth nothing happened to me. No one turned me. I’ve been like this since I was born.” He smiled when he saw the look of shock on your face. It was definitely the right question to start with. You were in.

“Wait… what how?”

“Same as everything else in this world. My parents are vampires so… put two and two together you get a vampire me.”

“Wait ‘are’… Jimin, I thought you said your parents were dead?”

Jimin sighed realizing that was another lie in the relationship. “That’s not entirely true.”

Now you were even more intrigued.

“They’re still here, it’s just… I didn’t want to risk you asking to come over. They aren’t the most approving of our relationship and that puts you in danger. A house full of vampires isn’t exactly the wet dream twilight paints it to be.” You would have laughed at that if this was any other day.

“But yep, I don’t know what being human feels like. I never have. In some cases I consider myself lucky in the fact I don’t need to look back and say I’ve missed anything. This way of life is the only thing I know. I do get jealous sometimes, what it’d be like to not have to worry about hurting anyone or going haywire at the sight of the smallest drop of blood.” He was trying to smile but you tell this is something he would think about.

You hugged him tighter.

“Wait but… I thought you said you couldn’t have kids.” You asked to quickly change the subject.

“It’s still true. I just can’t have kids with you or humans for that matter. The pregnancy wouldn’t go right unless I turned you. I never want to do that…”

“What would happen?”

“It would most likely result in a stillbirth. I wouldn’t want to put you through that so it was just easier to explain I just can’t have kids.” The subject was tricky. It had been the reason for the first major fight in your relationship.

You had been put in charge of watching your sister’s kids for the day and Jimin saw the way you would light up when you were with them. In some other world he saw a future with kids of your own running around the place. You would be a great mother, he knew that.

It was after they left that Jimin finally told you about how he couldn’t have kids. You could tell it had been eating away at him because he started suggesting that you would be better off with someone else. Let’s just say that didn’t go over well, a big argument about how you didn’t care and Jimin said you would be better off with someone who could give you what you want.

But in the end Jimin was all you cared about, not a make believe future that you knew wasn’t possible.

“Uh anyway… next question. I know what you’re thinking. Does that mean you’re like a million years old?” He hastily changed the subject, silence had followed for two long as a result of both of you dwelling on the past.

“To that my answer is no, not even close. I’m the age you think I am. Truth be told, there's really no benefits to being a vampire. I’m not immortal, I might live slightly longer than what humans do, but you won’t find vampires that are like 500 years old or something. I don’t really have any special powers, besides being slightly faster and stronger than the average human. All in all, I wouldn’t necessarily say anything I can do would be labeled as supernatural, just slightly better than average.”

You nodded taking in the information.

“If we had more time we could have grown old together.” He said suddenly, another grave reminder of the limited time he had left. No you couldn’t do this.

“Jimin, I have a question.” You said and he turned to you eager to hear what you wanted to ask.

“Why do you need blood?”

“Ah yes, how could I forget that one.” He smiled trying to come back from that moment.

“Being a vampire is like living on borrowed time. It’s a disease, a curse. It’s like the world telling you, you shouldn’t exist. Blood gives us all we need to continue to live, the life force that we don’t produce on our own, blood from humans keeps us going. It’s not necessarily the blood we crave but the life that it brings with it. That’s why without it…” Jimin gestured to himself. “We start looking like we’re walking corpses.” Again, another ill tasted joke.

His words were beautiful and made you that much more sad realizing what he’s had to deal with.

“I only need the answer to one more question…” You asked as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“What’s that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Your voice started to shake again.

Jimin’s face fell but his sweet smile returned quickly.

“Telling someone they’re a vampire doesn’t always go well. I wanted to tell you but the thought about losing you made it hard. I was in a bad place. I couldn’t tell you from the beginning because you would have probably ended the relationship before it hardly began, but then as time passed the thought about telling you and you leaving me after everything… I couldn’t. I was going to tell you someday but… yeah… I hope you understand.” He could hardly finish before you were planting a kiss on his lips, leaving him dumbstruck.

“I’ll always be with you. Don’t forget that ok…”

Jimin pulled you back in for a kiss, this one lasting a lot longer than the first. His hand came up to cup your cheek and before you knew it the tears were back.

He pulled away and rested his head onto yours.

“I love you…”

“I love you too…”

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

You had a plan. The answers came to you as soon as he fell asleep.

You couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. The thought of him leaving (he was insistent that he needed to leave) and you just sitting here and letting him die, that didn’t sit right at all with you.

You were going to do everything it takes to let him live. Everything it takes.

The answer was so clear you had to wiggle your way out of his grasp so you could close the door to your room and just laugh. It was you, you were the answer.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone else. You were going to let him do anything he needed to.

The answer was clear but you still ended up pondering if this was the right choice. Jimin had practically spent the whole evening trying to convince you how he was somehow not worth saving. Was this really the best option? In the fact that he wasn’t confident to go after other people, the fact he was adamant that if he tried anything it could result in something bad happening. This could end up being a suicide mission.

But at the end of the day that didn’t matter. He was still your boyfriend, vampire or not and you were going to do whatever it takes to make sure he lives a long and happy life. Even if that means at your own expense.

The issue then became how were you going to convince him to save himself when he was so adamant on just letting him die.

You were going to need to be persuasive and after 5 years together you knew the best ways to push his buttons to get him to do it.

You knew exactly what you were going to do. Hopefully it works the way you’re thinking it might, if not you were going to get a knife and do it yourself if you have to. You weren’t going to lose him, not today, not ever.

You had moved to the room in order to make sure you didn’t disturb him while he slept but also because you were starting to notice he was looking worse than when he came the day before. It hurt you too much to see him like that.

So when you heard shuffling outside you knew it was time to put your plan into action. It was now or never.

You came out to find him sitting up on the couch, obviously trying to scramble and find his stuff in the dark.

“Jimin, you’re up?” You asked hesitantly coming up behind him. You placed your hand on his shoulders making him turn around. You had changed your outfit— shorts and a simple sweater. Nothing out of the ordinary because you didn’t want to scare him away, but you knew he liked when you wore things like this. You didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed up your legs and landed on your gaze.

“I—I need to go…” He quickly turned back around to look for his stuff.

So long to gently moving into it. You went around the couch so you were facing him. Before you gave him much time to acknowledge the fact that you had moved, you quickly got on top of his lap.

His eyes trailed up to meet yours.

“Y/n… what are you doing?” His voice was soft. You could tell something was up.

“I don’t understand why you have to leave so soon. Can’t you stay longer?” You whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked panicked almost by your advances.

His hands came up to grab your hips. “Y/n please… get up I—” You turned to drastic measures not wanting to take any chances of you missing your opportunity. You pulled your sweater arm down so more of your neck and collarbone was exposed.

You saw his gaze lock onto your neck. A gaze you were oddly familiar with. You’ve seen this before, you knew it. Before you were unable to place it but now it was all so clear. You knew what he wanted.

“I’m not kidding y/n, you’re gonna make me—“

“I’m trying to save your life, that’s what I’m making you do.” You said softly, brushing his hair behind his ear.

Jimin changed his gaze to look you right in the eyes. He hated being as weak as he was right now. Here you were offering yourself on a silver platter and as tempting as he was, he couldn’t do that to you.

“Cmon, I know you thought about it. I’ve seen that look in your eye before. You told me too, remember? You told me how sweet I’d taste.” You felt his grip on your waist tighten.

“Y/n…”

“Please… it’s alright, you can have a taste~” You tried pushing him closer to your neck, but he resisted.

“I can’t… don’t wanna hurt you— I—“ His eyes were back on your neck. You were getting to him.

“Jimin.” You cupped your hands around his face. “I trust you.”

“Y/n you shouldn’t—“

“I trust you ok. Whatever happens, happens alright? I’m not going to sit here and let you die. You’re gonna live.” You looked him right in the eyes.

Silence passed for a little while longer before you saw a tear roll down his cheek.

“You’re running out of time. Run please… get far away from me…” He pleaded. You didn’t move whatsoever.

“I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever. I love you too much to walk away. I’m fine with whatever happens, I trust you.” You kissed his cheek and slowly made your way to his lips. You felt his hesitancy, but it didn’t take long before he was kissing you back. Hard. He was urgent. Hands quickly coming up and gentle groping following soon after. It made your head spin. It had been so long you nearly forgot how every time you’d kiss like this you would be knocked off your feet.

You also didn’t expect when he pulled you closer for something to be nudging your thigh. You broke the kiss and was surprised when he looked at you. His eyes were the same red from that day, before he blinked and they returned back to the usual chocolate brown you were used to.

Whatever you were doing was working, not the way you intended but it was working.

You smirked. “So this gets you off, huh?” You began to rock your hips slowly, you got an immediate reaction. This just gave you more to work with.

“Fuck, what are you doing?! I’m not kidding.” His words were telling you one thing but his grip around your waist had you pushing to continue.

In truth, your plan had already started working even before you were aware of it. All night his dreams were plagued with thoughts about you. Last night, when you kissed him, how much he wanted to move to your neck and take the blood he craved. In his dream he did, he did that and a lot more.

He was hoping to leave without you noticing because he didn’t think he could say goodbye but it was also in the fact he feared what would happen if he did see you. He was at a point now where he hardly had any self control left. He was scared, scared he might do something he would regret and here comes you…

You didn’t say anything and picked up your pace slightly.

“Y/n seriously… I…” You got him. You saw the way his gaze fell to your neck. Now here’s where you start putting things into motion.

“Did you imagine this, me offering myself to you like this?” You said softly. The thought alone had Jimin’s head falling back, trying to control every urge he had to jump you right now.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“You did, didn’t you?” Jimin couldn’t even look at you anymore. If this was any other time he would have easily thrown you off him and gotten the hell out of here. This wasn’t any other day though, he was weak and it didn’t matter how much he knew it was wrong, you were right. He had been thinking about this for a long time.

Jimin nearly lost it when you started peppering kisses along his neck, you stopped and sucked lightly at the spot you knew was sensitive. He could have cried with how good it felt.

“Just think about it, now’s your opportunity. Do it Jimin, it’s ok.” You said in between kisses.

“I—I don’t wanna hurt you…” He pleaded.

“Just think about how sweet I’d taste, didn’t you tell me that? Fuck, come on, please want you baby.” Jimin groaned. He could have cum from just that alone, he almost did with how badly he wanted to taste you…

“You would taste so good…” He was delirious at this point. You were pushing him past reasoning. He couldn’t think straight anymore.

He stared at your skin, right there. He always imagined sinking his teeth right in that spot between your shoulder and your neck. Fuck, you would taste so good.

He started bucking up into your heat. The friction you had you both moaning out.

He could sense it. Your heart speeding up, the sound of the blood rushing through your body.

“That’s it… cmon, just a taste~” You whispered.

“Y/n run please, fuck get out of here.” He pleaded one last time, but you had made yourself clear, you weren’t letting him leave without putting up a fight.

You sucked harder on that spot you knew got to him. “Please Jimin, want you to taste me. Fuck please do it…” And that was all it took.

Before you knew it suddenly he was picking you up and running toward your bedroom. Couldn’t he hardly stand yesterday?

He threw you on the bed. You could just barely see his eyes had returned to that dark red again.

He climbed on slowly. “Should have fucking listened to me. Should have left when you had the chance.” His gaze had changed. No longer did he look panicked, no this was something different entirely.

“I really don’t want to hurt you, but fuck… need to taste you…” Was the last thing he said before he was ripping your clothes off your body. Not metaphorically, your sweater, shorts, and underwear were in shreds in a matter of seconds.

What have you gotten yourself into?

You were slightly worried. More of a natural human response than you being actually worried. You knew you were doing the right thing but it was a bit worrisome coming into it. He had warned you so much, he had told you to run away, was this really going to end happily ever after?

All that matters is that Jimin’s ok. Nothing else did right now.

He climbed on top of you, his eyes scanning over your body. He was clearly conflicted about proceeding. You didn’t want to give him any time to turn back and you pulled him close into another kiss.

His hands got to work feeling you all over. It’s been so long, so long since he’s been with you like this. He couldn’t do anything before in fear he might do something he’d regret, now look where he is.

He couldn’t think anymore, your body and the red that was passing through your veins his only guide.

“I don’t wanna hurt you…” He said out loud, more to remind himself about who he was with. This was you— gotta stay in control.

“It’s ok…” You sighed reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull over his head.

“Thought about doing this for so long—“ He helped you, his shirt gone in a matter of seconds.

“Y/n I swear, I don’t know whether to kiss you all over or call you stupid.” You giggled at the latter.

“I don’t mind if you do both~” You smiled and he groaned as he pushed himself into you. “Of course you would…” he sighed. What was he gonna do with you..?

“You’re so dumb but I love you… don’t forget that ok.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I love you too~” The words of sentiment were starting to get to him. In truth, he was only moving this slow to give you every opportunity he could for you to run. But having you like this underneath him had his instincts kicking in.

“Mmmm hate you too, hate you for being dumb, hate that I love you for being dumb.” Jimin pouted. Why couldn’t you just run? You were too nice…

“That’s why you love me~ Aren’t you usually the smart one Dr. Park, it’s our whole dynamic right?” You teased. You knew what bringing his credentials in the bedroom meant. “Someone’s gotta be the dumb one here— look I’m saving your life because of it.” His gaze had locked onto yours as you spoke. It’s like you were trying to get under his skin.

It was working.

“I’m sure you would do the same if the roles were reversed, so I don’t think I’m the only dumb one here.” You didn’t even question it. You knew exactly if your lives had flip flopped Jimin would be here doing the exact same thing. It’s why you knew you had to do this.

His eyes grew a brighter shade of red.

“I love you…” Jimin confessed, the emotions coursing through him only able to be summed up into those three words.

“I love you too~”

“How am I ever going to make this up to you…” He sighed.

“I don’t know, maybe first replacing the clothes you just ripped into shreds. Seriously, like when did you suddenly get all this energy? You could hardly stand yesterday.” You chuckled.

Jimin smiled. “A hungry vampire always finds a way, and I promise. I’ll get you anything you want, I’m sorry.” Your enthusiasm on the fact you believe you’re just gonna walk away from this alright made a sense of hope begin to surface, but also made him that much more terrified. He couldn’t disappoint you. No matter how good you taste he needs to make sure to control himself. No harm will come if he can just do that. Take just enough to make it until the next shipment can arrive. It’s fine, he’ll be fine and you’ll be fine.

His gaze went back to your neck and he could feel his body pushing him to go for it. “Aren’t you gonna go for it?” You asked, realizing where he was looking at.

“Wanna fuck you first…” He sighed, kissing you on the cheek. You were confused.

“I thought we were in a— ohhhhh I forgot that this shit turns you on.”

Jimin sat up and started tugging down his pants. “Very…” he nearly whined.

“Tryna live out your fantasy, huh?”

“You have no idea… thought about this so much.” He gently started kissing down your body. “Is this what you imagined?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Not exactly.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I wasn’t dying first of all.” You both laughed. “I would wanna take my time with you. Taste you all over, be close to you, make you mine.” His breath was getting labored just thinking about it. “I’m sorry this isn’t really what I wanted, trying to not move too fast but I uh—“ You had a clock, you understood.

“It’s ok, do what you can~” You reassured. He came back up to kiss you, you smiled and your eyes fluttered closed as his hand started to trail down your body, stopping when he reached your folds.

You nearly lost it when you felt his fingers circling your bud. Oh fuck, you were already soaked. “Is this getting to you too?” He asked and you just whined as he sped up the pace slightly.

All of this was going straight downstairs, seeing you a mess like this had him desperate to finally taste you. Oh he was so close.

He used two fingers and pushed them inside. The minute he did that he felt his whole body react.

You could have cried. He was always so skilled, but something felt different this time. You looked down at him to see him trying to turn away, but you saw it. The fangs poking out.

The last time you remembered seeing them was a completely different experience. You were scared, he was charging at you, they looked a lot more intimidating in your memory. Then again, though he hadn’t opened his mouth very wide, but it eased you to think that they was almost cute in a way~

Jimin just watched you fall apart on his fingers. If he had more willpower he would have made sure to take his time and taste— fuck if he could taste you… But with unsurprising speed at this point, his fangs were out and he was more focused on tasting something else at the moment.

He was so close to losing it, another reason he needed to go slow. He didn’t want a repeat of what happened a few days ago, if that were to happen he would have no chance of making sure you were ok. If he takes it slow he can make sure he’s aware enough to not go too far.

“Oh shi— Jimin please…” You whined. He felt you clench around his fingers and that was the last straw. He couldn’t do this anymore.

He hastily pulled out and moved in between your thighs.

“I wish I could go slower with this but—“ He pressed himself into you, making you moan out. “No, it’s ok. Best to keep it moving…” you responded breathlessly.

He nodded, his attention now going straight to your neck.

Some may ask why the neck is always the spot to go for when a vampire is going after a human, there are so many other parts of the body that would be better. Jimin honestly didn’t have a clue until he met you.

It was intimate. The same sort of intimacy that looking someone in the eyes brings. The connection that it brought was something on another level Jimin had always been told. He had never done this before.

He man’s well be freshly turned by his lack of experience going into this. It made things even more worrisome. What if he wasn’t able to control himself?

But your endless teasing put him in a place unable to fight his craving any longer.

It was too late to turn back now.

“Can’t wait to taste you…” he sighed as he teased his length between your folds. You both whimpered at the feeling, all too excited for him to fill you up.

“Jimin please…” was all you needed to say before he couldn’t take it anymore and pushed himself inside.

Jimin welcomed the feeling your walls wrapped around him, the warmth, your body pulled close to his— it was everything. You were his everything, so beautiful, ready and willing to do anything he wanted.

You were so stupid. So fucking stupid.

You looked him straight in the eyes as he buried himself deeper and deeper, eventually making it in all the way. Jimin had to take a few breaths and wait a second, he could already feel himself slipping and he had barely started.

In a haste to distract himself, he reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lights. The burning back with even greater force thus time, but anything to keep him calm. He also just wanted to see you better. See you fall apart on his cock. You always take him so well, finally getting to taste you, oh just imagine.

On the outside you could see he was struggling, his eyes going from various shades of red as he stared down at you. You took this as an opportunity to run your fingers lightly over his lips. He knew what you wanted.

He opened his mouth slightly, quickly revealing the fangs that had taken the place of both sets of his canines. You examined further, pushing his lip up slightly to get a better look. They were a little longer than what you saw earlier, definitely a few inches in length at least, coming to a fine, sharp point at the tip. Oddly enough though you thought they suited him. It was like you were seeing him properly for the first time in the 5 years of your relationship.

It made you wish even more that he told you sooner.

“Are you scared?” Jimin asked softly once you pulled away. Despite the reds flashing in his eyes, he still held that same concerned look for you that he’s given you since day 1. You nearly fell in love with him all over again.

“A bit, but I like seeing you like this. Finally feels like there’s no more secrets between us.” You smiled. And you saying that was what almost got him to fall in love with you all over again.

You were honest. He knew your heart was beating like crazy, he didn’t need to ask but he wanted to check in. Hearing you say that you liked it though was what really got him. For so long he feared what you might say if you discovered the darker parts of himself. Here you were, pretty much staring in the face of death and you were still saying you liked it after this whole mess.

His instincts, this being a terrible time for heartfelt confessions, started manipulating his love and adoration into pure lust. He wanted your body and the life coursing inside.

He wanted to taste you— no, needed to taste you.

“Fuck… this isn’t going to last long at all… jagi, please relax. I love you.” He tried to smile but your neck was right there, taunting him almost.

You’re gonna taste so good.

You nodded and with that Jimin started gliding his hips, a expermtial pace set at first, giving you some time to get adjusted and Jimin to calm down. He marveled at the way your face scrunched up in pleasure as he began to increase his pace, you looked so beautiful like this.

“Always take my cock so well… Does it feel good?” He praised, the pleasure starting to get to him as well.

“Always fill me up so nice…” You did as he asked. He wants to hear it.

With each stroke the more that animalistic side of him trained onto your neck, your blood, your heart. So much life and he wants it all. You’re gonna taste so good.

The pretty sounds that would escape your lips, so soft, so delicate. Fuck, how were you his? A monster like himself didn’t deserve such an angel. Despite all of that here you were, offering yourself to him, you were his and his alone.

He wanted to mark you, make sure everyone around knew that fact. He hated rushing but his desires had priorities.

He was so close.

The closer he got the more his craving seemed to worsen. It became harder to keep his goal in mind. Just enough, take just enough. He said it over and over to himself but…

You seemed to notice the internal struggle to keep it together and you just pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing him down to rest right where your neck was.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Please Jimin…” you moaned. He picked up his pace. You knew he was close.

This new angle was his last straw. So close, trained onto your warmth, the blood flowing through your veins.

His pace faltered.

“Y/n I— I’m sorry…” He hurried, knowing he couldn’t hold back anymore. He saw red.

“I’m so sorry— so sorry I—“

You felt it, his teeth sinking into your skin.

It’s like the world came to a standstill. You cried out at the surprising pleasure that seemed to course through your body and Jimin… what he had pictured all along what this moment would be little seemed too offensive to compare.

He came right in that moment. The taste of your blood being the last thing to push him over the edge. So sweet, so sweet, it was nothing he could have prepared for, that combined with the ecstasy of his orgasm created a concoction of pleasure unlike anything that should be possible.

His parents were right. It was different.

They were some of the few vampires who’ve actually gotten to feed straight from a human. He remembered his dad would always complain about the donations from the company not being the same. The way they described it fueled his fantasy of what it would be like for his entire life. What he had pictured was nothing…

The warmth, the life— so addicting.

His hips moved again, a gentle slow pace being maintained. It was enough for how sensitive he was. He was going to cum again at this point.

Your body, you, he couldn’t have prepared for this.

The more he tasted the more he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to lose himself, lose himself in your body, taste you on his tongue for eternity.

His focus faltered, your soft sighs of pleasure getting quieter and quieter with each second. Despite that you continued to run your hands across his skin, up his back and into his hair.

It was just so good. You were so good.

Just a little longer, he needed more. He can’t let this end he can’t. He couldn’t, he didn't want to. So good, so fucking good. Jimin needed more, it was never enough. Wanted to taste you, everywhere. He’s dreamt about sinking his teeth into your thighs after he was done eating you out. It was sinful to think about there being a next time.

Jimin could feel himself slipping, the slight bit of composure he was able to keep was going faster than he could have imagined. He thought about it, giving into the demon that was tempting him to not stop, to enjoy the life you brought him for as long as possible. It seemed so nice, tasted so nice.

Fuck, he came again.

He didn’t want this to end. Never, he was sure you’d think the same. Part of him was tempted to ask you if that would be fine, but even a second apart from your neck seemed like torture.

He just enjoyed the way you continued to—

Hold up.

By now your hands had fallen to your sides, an eerie stillness about you. Jimin started coming back, the blood thirsty side of him subsiding enough for him to pry himself away.

4 little marks were on your neck and they continued to seep with blood. He couldn’t resist and licked across your skin.

So sweet, so sweet and all for him.

But when the little wounds stopped bleeding, he started coming back even more. Why hadn’t you said anything yet?

“Y/n?” His voice was already starting to come back.

He stared at your face. You were so pretty, pretty face, pretty lips, pretty nose, pretty lashes. Fuck, he loved you. Why weren’t you saying anything?

He felt his stomach drop as the worst of the worse came to mind. No, no, he couldn’t have—

He cupped your cheeks with his hands. Since when did you get this pale?!

“Y/n, y/n fuck please please please wake up!!” Jimin shook you. He could already feel the tears threatening to spill over. You couldn’t even imagine his relief when you hummed softly, your eyes struggling to open.

Jimin just pulled you into his embrace. You were alive, alive but it was obvious he went too far.

“I thought I—“ He sobbed, stroking your hair.

“Don’t cry, it’s ok~” You were quiet and it had Jimin instantly feeling 10x worse knowing he did this to you. “Think I started dozing off there…” You tried to say but Jimin was still a doctor and knew he had gone too far.

Now that you were awake and he could pay more attention to your other symptoms it made it that much more obvious. Shallow breath, quickened heart rate, pale, cold skin— he had probably taken between 15% to 25% of your blood and he knew that was far beyond a concerning amount.

Tears started pouring again as he assessed. All you could focus on was what was happening before your eyes. You watched yourself as the color began to come back to Jimin’s skin. He wasn’t that pale gray, sickly color like before, but his cute pink cheeks were coming back with each passing second.

You were so happy. He was going to be ok.

Your eyes began to flutter close again and Jimin started to panic. “Y/n!! Stay with me please!” He cried and you chuckled lightly.

“Don’t be such a drama queen, I’m fine, just a bit tired is all…” You smiled.

“Do I need to remind you I’m a doctor? I see this type of stuff everyday and I can say with full confidence that you’re not fine!” Even in a moment like this you can still joke around. Normally he would love your spirit, but knowing that this was all because of him made your playful banter infuriating right now.

Your eyes fluttered open for a second to see his concerned face peering down at you. You noticed the redness that stained his face, you could see it covered his fangs as well.

“You— You need help y/n…”

You shook your head. “How would we explain this to anybody? It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

You were right. If he took you to a hospital nearby they would definitely start asking some questions about what happened, leading to some bad conclusions that would be assumed. He couldn’t exactly explain what actually happened either…

The best option would be to treat you here. He had a friend who could get him the things he needed…

Jimin quickly hopped off the bed and grabbed his phone.

“I’ll be right back, I have to call someone.” And so he called and explained exactly what happened. Lucky for him he knew another Vampiric Doctor, who he knew he could count on to get him all the supplies he needed.

When Jimin came back, he was happy to still find you awake and looking at him.

“That was Dusik, he’s gonna be here soon with everything.” Jimin said taking a seat next to you on the bed.

“Is he…?” You questioned, Jimin nodded already knowing what you were going to ask.

Silence fell over the both of you, the events of what just happened trying to settle in.

“I’m happy to see you’re doing well again. I could see it, the life coming back to you. Made this all worth it.” You smiled, but your words did nothing to stop the guilt that just seemed to get worse and worse.

You noticed the torment that was going on in his mind. You scooted down a little and grabbed his arm. “Stop sulking, this is a happy ending isn’t it? I’m not dead, you’re back in tip top shape.”

Tears pricked his vision. He turned to you. “Stop fucking doing that. It’s not a happy ending, I almost killed you.”

You just pouted at his outburst. “I don’t know, it was kinda hot to me…”

“Y/n please take this seriously! I knew you were scared!!” His face was red, tears running down his face.

His parents had always told him that the blood was different when fear was added into the mix. Jimin knew the minute he bit into you that you were scared, he knew beforehand that you were nervous. In his bloodthirsty state, he hadn’t cared whatsoever, if anything it made the experience even better. It added another component of something he would never be able to get from the donations from the company. It was different, but tasted better than anything he had ever had.

He really was a monster.

Jimin had felt that way since he was young, despite his parents encouraging him to be proud of who he was, all he saw was the hurt that his life brought. It’s the reason he became a doctor in the first place. He thought it would be a way to repay the world for his existence.

Here he was now, the love of his life barely conscious, because of him.

“That doesn’t matter anymore, you’re ok now.” You tried to reassure.

That’s the thing… he wasn’t.

“Y/n… I don’t think we should do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” He finally said it. This was the last thing he wanted to happen, but after today, what happened just proved his point further.

In the corner of his eye he could see the distraught look on your face.

“Jimin, wait you— you can’t say that.” You tried to get up, but the dizziness was too much. “No please, you’re not serious right…”

“I don’t want it either but I can’t keep hurting you—“ the doorbell rang. It was probably Dusik. Jimin hopped up and nearly walked out realizing he was still in fact very naked.

He scrambled to find his sweatpants and shirt, hastily putting them on and meeting him at the door.

Jimin saw his friend’s smile fall when he saw him.

“Woah… are things ok?” He asked. Jimin forgot that his face was covered with tears and a little blood, leading him to hastily wipe his face. It didn’t help much.

“I um… not really but you know….” He reached out for the bag. Dusik pulled it back.

“Let me help you set this up, the quicker the better right?” He smiled. Jimin opened the door further and led him inside.

He hastily went down the hall to shut the door, realizing you were also still very much so naked. He saw you had curled yourself in a ball, but your eyes still met his as he shut the door. He could see the sadness and all he could think was how much pain he’s caused you.

Like Dusik said, it was quicker with both of them. He stayed to help set up the IV stand and Jimin said he could handle the rest as far as the treatment goes.

He got you on some fluids and stored the blood he brought in case transfusions were needed. For now that was all he could do, he just hoped that would be enough.

He was sitting in a chair he brought to your beside. You still hadn’t spoken to him since he left. The silence hurt, he wanted you to understand that this was for the best. He already told you that once he made sure you were doing ok, that he planned to leave.

You turned away the minute he mentioned it.

“I love you… I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll eternally be grateful to you for what you did. I just don’t wanna take anymore chances of something like this happening again, or worse even. I can’t lose you, and definitely not because of me.” He tried to tell you.

At first he thought maybe you’d gone to sleep by now, or maybe was still just trying to ignore him, but eventually you turned your head to face him. He could see your teary eyes and the sadness that seemed to cloud over you.

“I don’t understand why we couldn’t figure this out together. You just decided yourself that it was better for you to leave. You probably wanted to leave long before any of this happened…” You were upset and hurt, you didn’t mean it whatsoever, you knew Jimin would stay if he could find a way around this. Just the thought of his leaving clouded your rational thinking with anger.

It was obvious your words got to Jimin.

“Don’t fucking say that, you know that’s not true!” Jimin got up and went into his sock drawer and pulled out a little black box. He sat back down and opened it to reveal a ring. “I was going to marry you! The only reason I hadn’t proposed was because I couldn’t without you knowing this side of me. I never wanted to leave you… I would rather be apart and know you’re safe from me than together where something could happen one day. Don’t ever say that again…” He saw your eyes widen and was trained on the ring.

“Jimin…” You whispered, your eyes welling up all over again.

Distracting from the moment was Jimin’s phone ringing. He would have ignored it normally, but it was Hoseok and it all came back to him that the boys were still suffering back at the hangout. He hadn’t even called last night to let them know he was staying over.

He sighed and answered the phone.

“Jimin?” He heard his friend say.

“Yeah it’s me… so sorry I didn’t call.”

“You’re fine, we were starting to get worried that something did happen.”

Jimin sighed.

“Something did happen.” And so he explained that he hadn’t much time left and you had basically handed yourself over when you knew this.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I had the control I normally did, but it happened. She’s fine for the most part, but I took too much. I got her on some fluids and I’m hoping that’s all she’ll need, but I’m ready for transfusions if necessary.” He explained so he could picture it better.

“I feel terrible…” He sobbed, the emotions getting to him.

“Hey… at least you’re both ok… Why were you giving away your rations?! You wouldn’t have gotten to that point if you hadn’t!” Hoseok scolded.

“You’re right hyung… I’m sorry.” Jimin apologized. “How is everyone doing though?” He tried changing the subject. He noticed he still sounded weak, meaning they hadn’t gone after anyone yet.

“It was one of the reasons I called you. Namjoon just heard there’s a truck headed our way soon. We should get a small supply tomorrow, enough to hold us over for a week before they start bringing bigger shipments again.” Jimin stared at the wall, the news coming as a surprise.

Truth is, he likely wouldn’t have made it that long. He had one day left at most. It still was a bit funny realizing the irony.

“I’m glad…” He smiled, realizing the others were going to be ok.

“Well, I’ll probably be here a few more days before I head back over. Wanna make sure she’s ok…” Jimin explained the plan. He hoped he knew what he meant by that, already having explained his plan.

“Alright… see you in a few days then. For the record I think you’re making a mistake.”

“Bye hyung.” And with that he hung up.

You were still looking at him, likely trying to piece apart the conversation he had. But instead, he got up and crawled in bed with you. He pulled you close and cuddled you.

You didn’t say anything and he didn’t either. You both just enjoyed each other’s presence while you still could.

He was really going to miss you.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

It was a few days later when you woke up to find your apartment emptier than usual. You went through it all and found he had taken almost everything. The only thing that showed Jimin had lived here at all was the countless pictures of you two together that still were scoured around the place.

He hadn’t even said goodbye the night before. He just told you that you should be fine and came into bed with you later.

You knew the fact that he was only staying because he wanted to make sure you were ok and he planned to leave right after, but just finding everything empty like that was more painful than anything you could have imagined.

Part of you hoped he’d change his mind about leaving, but he said what he said and meant it. He was gone.

There were some days you thought you should go to the hospital to visit him, but even on the days where you stood right outside the place he worked you couldn’t bring yourself to go in. If he wanted to try again he knew where you lived, the fact that he wouldn’t answer your texts either meant he wanted to put some distance between you two.

The days never got easier with him not being by your side. After 5 years of being together and 3 years living together, you had forgotten what it was like to not have him around. Sometimes you’d wake up in the mornings expecting to find him sleeping right beside you, sometimes you’d make way too much food for yourself, and others you would look at the clock anxiously waiting for him to come back home from his job.

Each time you’d be reminded that he had left. It was just you now.

One day in particular you got especially emotional, that you had to leave to take a walk. You couldn’t be at the apartment so you just wandered the streets in hopes of clearing your mind.

You didn’t stop until you realized you ran into the coffee shop. Not a coffee shop, the coffee shop. It was where you and Jimin had first met. It was on the other side of town and you didn’t visit it as much after you moved, but at the time you lived over here and so did Jimin.

He was completing his residency at a hospital nearby and you worked at a company not too far away as well. This just so happened to be both of your favorite spots to go in the mornings. It started when he was in line in front of you, he had been taking way too long to order that day and you were already running late to get to work.

You had been planning to yell at him to hurry up but the minute you tapped his shoulder and he turned around, well, you were knocked off your feet. Let’s just say you were very late that day. After that you started noticing him a lot more around here and one day he came to join you at your table.

One conversation was all it took for you to get hooked, and he’s been in your heart ever since.

You stared at the neon blue sign, beaconing passerbyers to come and visit ‘The Coffee Shop.’ It was a generic name, and to be honest they had mediocre coffee. But this place was special to you still nonetheless.

You pushed open the doors, the warmth from the cold winter air hit you and the smell of freshly brewed coffee came to you immediately. You stopped yourself from crying at the memories. This place hadn’t changed at all.

You made the quick decision to stay, a cup of coffee might be what you needed to calm yourself down. You were quick to order and you got your coffee soon after, there weren’t many people here today.

You made your way through the shop, trying to make it to what used to be your usual spot, right by the window. It was in the back so no one ever seemed to take your spot, that was until today. Right in front of you was the man you knew all too well, his fluffy brown hoodie being an immediate indicator that this was him. You used to love it when he wore it, always saying it made him look like a cute little bear. It was Jimin.

You walked up slowly, scared that this might be your mind playing tricks on you, but as you took a seat and he looked up at you, you finally knew that this was here. Somehow of all days you managed to find him here all over again.

“Jimin?” You questioned, your voice already starting to betray you.

He looked around confused for a second. “Wait, how did you end up here?”

You just smiled. “I think it was fate. Stopped here because it was our place but I don’t know, just somehow ended up finding my way here.” He smiled too at the coincidence, but that smile was quick to fall.

“I’ve been coming here every week… It reminded me of old times.” His smile held pain and part of you was a little happy to see that this wasn’t easy for him either.

“You didn’t even say goodbye… You didn’t call, you didn’t text.” You started.

“I know and I’m sorry. I couldn’t say goodbye, it was too hard. I thought about reaching out again, but that hurt too… I’m sorry this has been so drastic.” He tried to apologize, but you didn’t really care anymore. The past was in the past and he was right in front of you now.

“I missed you.” You nearly sobbed. You had to remind yourself a couple times that you were in a public space. But you hadn't seen him for a good 2 months.

Jimin looked up, now seeing his eyes started getting watery as well. “I missed you more…” He took his hands out of his pocket to reveal the little black box that he had showed you a few months ago. That was all it took for the tears to start rolling down your face.

He opened it to reveal the ring was still in there. “I’ve been staring at this everyday, thinking about what it would have looked like on your finger.” He smiled at the thought. You didn’t think twice and reached for it, pushing it on your finger.

At this point you were full on bawling now.

“Jimin… I seriously don’t think leaving was the right idea.” You tried to say, but your tears were getting in the way. At this point you were getting a few concerned glances from the other customers.

“I think we could have made it work.” You glanced up to find him staring at the ring, tears now spilling from Jimin as well.

“I— I’m starting to think it wasn’t a good idea as well… I wanted to keep you safe but it feels worse not seeing you everyday.”

“Then come back! Come back home, please, we can figure this out together.” You pleaded. Jimin looked up and your sorrowful expression nearly broke him to pieces.

“But how.. I don’t know how to make this work…”

“We don’t need to come up with a solution today, or tomorrow, or the next. Let’s just enjoy each other. I’m sure a better solution will come eventually.” You smiled and grabbed his hand.

“What if something happens…” You could tell he was just trying to be cautious, but his pessimism was starting to make you upset.

“Stop the negativity, we’ll figure it out ok.” You smiled. You got up from your chair, grabbed your coffee, and held out your hand.

“Walk with me.” Jimin didn’t know what he was doing, but he took your hand despite his brain telling him this was a bad idea. No idea in this case was a good one. At least he can be together with you if he goes.

You both started making your way back to the apartment, arms locked like it was old times.

“We’ll talk about this more when we get back, and I don’t know, maybe we can try a repeat of last time.” You laughed when you saw his eyes widen and his face flush.

“It’s not funny!” He pouted and you couldn’t resist the urge to kiss his cheek.

“I’m not kidding! Like I know I was getting close to death’s door but I’ve never had sex like that in my life. Probably the hottest shit I’ve experienced. I wouldn’t mind doing it again one day~” You playfully wiggled your eyebrows and he just smirked and turned away.

“You really gotta be some type of freak to think that was hot.” He laughed.

“Who said I wasn’t, plus this is a lot coming from Mr. telling me that day that it was his fantasy.” You teased and he playfully pushed you away, making the both of you laugh.

“I missed this…” You sighed, grabbing hold of his arm again.

“I missed you.” He responded, making you blush. It was then he noticed the fact you were still wearing the ring. You seemed to pick up on this.

“Were you still—”

“Yep.” You smiled and pulled him closer. He just smiled. It was the same feeling he felt when all the vampires would tell him a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t care as long as you were by his side.

You were going to figure a way to get past this, you always do.

Here’s a little something something I put together cause the story made me inspired to draw :D

Tags: @mwitsmejk @bluewhale52 ;D

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[resedacitrus]

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐝. 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨

this is for @larussolovr because it's his birthday today!!! happy birthday lorelai!!! you are the sweetest, most amazing human being alive and i am so honored to call you my friend. i hope you enjoy this little one-shot!

sigh.

today was your birthday and you hadn't heard from anyone, not even your own family members. you felt completely and utterly forgotten about, and you wished it could be tomorrow so that you could just push aside this failure of a birthday altogether. not only did you have school today, you hadn't received even a mere "happy birthday!" from anyone you knew. you walked in the front door of your home, shrugging your backpack off your shoulders when the lights flickered on and a handful of excited voices erupted from the room.

"happy birthday y/n!!!"

you jumped fifty feet in the air at the sudden outburst of chaos but quickly calmed down once you realized what was happening. standing in front of you were your best friend daniel larusso, mr. miyagi, and of course, daniel's mother, lucille. they were all wearing cheap party hats and daniel, who was without a doubt the most festively dressed, was holding a confetti blower in his hand. colorful decorations adorned your living room and a stack of presents rested on your dining room table. you took in the sight and nearly cried from the excitement (but also from the relief that your birthday hadn't been forgotten about after all!)

"you guys...did all this for me?" you looked around the room, hardly believing your eyes, "you didn't forget?"

"of course not, y/n!" daniel patted your shoulder, "we'd never forget! we've had this planned for weeks."

lucille interjected then. "actually, this was all daniel's idea. he was the one who arranged all of it. we've just been along for the ride."

"hai, but miyagi did bake cake," mr. miyagi smiled and held out a tray on which a big, frosted birthday cake sat. "daniel-san tell me you like vanilla the best."

you didn't know what to say. "thank you all so much...," you smiled, admiring the three wonderful people who surrounded you, "this means everything to me."

"anytime, y/n," daniel smiled, his soft eyes gazing into yours, "now what are we waiting for? let's celebrate!" he blew some confetti at you enthusiastically and dragged you to the table to eat some cake.

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about an hour after the festivities had died down, daniel told you he wanted to take you somewhere special. you were a bit confused, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that it was important, so you obliged. the both of you hopped into his yellow ford and daniel drove off to the beach.

"daniel, what are we here for?" you asked, getting out of the car hesitantly. your best friend always had a trick up his sleeve. his mind worked in funny ways and that was what you adored about him. you'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him...in that way.

"just follow me, will ya?" daniel chuckled, getting out of the car himself and making his way to the sand. he sat down a little ways away from where the waves met the beach and slapped the space next to him, signaling for you to plant yourself beside him.

daniel suddenly looked nervous when you sat down, his comical, cocky smile fading into a worried blush. "i...uh...i'm not sure how to tell you this," he began, anxiously fiddling with his hands.

"tell me what?" you asked, resting your hand on his shoulder, "you know you can tell me anything. we're best friends, you know."

daniel's heart shattered when you said that. best friends? for a while now, he'd had strong feelings for you but he hadn't been able to find the right time to tell you. he figured he'd shoot his shot on your birthday, despite the possiblity that you might not feel the same. he didn't say anything, rather he looked down and felt ashamed.

"daniel?"

he sighed and looked back up, meeting your eyes. "i-i'm just gonna put this bluntly," he said, "y/n, i really really like you, and not just as a friend...i have for a long time...i-i understand if you don't like me back...and i'm sorry if i ruined your birthday by making things awkward, i jus-,"

daniel was cut off from his rambling by you grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and kissing him on the cheek. he didn't expect it, but he didn't mind it either. his face blushed bright red as he looked at you.

"i-," he started, but you stopped him.

"daniel, i really like you, too...in that way...i never knew how to tell you because i always assumed you didn't like me back. you're really special to me, you know? our whole bond and how close we are...i was afraid if i said something i would ruin it."

daniel smiled. "you can't assume everything, y/n." there was his cocky side again. you sat and admired his face for a second when all of a sudden, his lips grazed yours softly. you reciprocated and your eyes fluttered shut. the kiss was electric and it left your heart racing.

"so...where do we go from here?" daniel questioned, pulling away and chewing on his lip a bit. gosh, his nervous habits were adorable.

"be my favorite birthday present?" you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder and smiling up at him. with a face like yours, there was no way he could resist.

he smiled and rested his forehead against yours, knowing full well what you were insinuating. he nodded his head, happy to finally call himself your boyfriend.

"happy birthday, y/n."

#the karate kid #the karate kid (1984) #cobra kai #the karate kid fanfiction #cobra kai fanfiction #daniel larusso #daniel larusso x reader #ralph macchio #the karate kid x reader #my writing

[lostgreekgod]

reminiscence

a/n: hello earthlings i bring to u another angst no one asked for

word count: 1054

warnings: mcd, angst. angst angst angst. idk if there are anymore, but lmk if u find any. oh also, i think i made it seem like y/n died in the end, but its unclear. it can be whatever u want. read at your own damn risk.

summary: you are alone, barely sane. It has been a year since Loki sacrificed himself to Thanos, since the war, and a certain trigger has caused memories to resurface.

pairing: loki x gn!reader (i didnt use any pronuns)

(lmk if u want to be tagged in the god awful sad soul destroying works I like to commit to once a while)

a/a/n: OH ALSO, LISTEN. THIS IS BASED ON THE SONG ANGEL BY FINNEAS, SO IF YOU HAVENT LISTENED TO IT, DO THAT & THEN READ FOR THE FULL ANGST EXPERIENCE.

Congratulations, you’ve been pretending to be human

So well

“Wake up, darling.” You hear your lover’s smooth voice whisper, the wisps of his minty breath tickling the insides of your ear.

Might even fool the neighbors

Reading your Sunday papers

“Mmm,” you hum, your voice still groggy from your slumber. Shifting, you pat around in the air looking for his face without opening your eyes. Finally landing your palms on what seemed like his cheeks, you pull him towards you and knot your arms around his neck, relishing the heat his body provided in the cool autumn air.

I won’t tell

“Happy birthday, my love.” He whispers again, bringing you to the present. You blink your eyes open, only to meet his green ones, twinkling in the hazy morning light, a smile playing at his lips. You stared at his smile—you loved when he smiled. It was like a thousand flowers bloomed in your heart; an invigorating breath of life— pure, contagious bliss.

but I know better than to

bring up the weather with you

and talk about the rain

You smile back at him, pulling him in to give him one of the sweetest kisses, wishing you could put in words how much you love him, how much you love what you have with him. "Thank you, my love," you say, pecking him on the lips again.

after you fall asleep, I’ll

kiss both your eyes and cheeks

He simply stares into your e/c eyes, his mind somewhere else. You brush your fingers feather-light against his lips, your index trailing the sharp edge of his jaw. He watches you admire him, his smile beaming like the moon on a cloudless night. He swoops in and takes your lips in another slow, deep kiss, your heart swelling with the emotion you felt.

"I love you," you whisper, your smile widening at the crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

you’re an angel

in disguise

"And I love you, my darling," he whispers back, his fingers tangling lazily in your hair. You could sense the excitement in the air around him, obviously for the lovely day he had carefully planned for the both of you.

you’re an angel

in my eyes

But all that could wait. He was the happiest man alive with just having you in his arms, neither of you needing anything more than your hearts responding to each other like gears in a well-oiled machine. You were his other half, and he was yours.

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You groan at your phone ringing, the annoying tune that was default in the horrendous machine. Your head was throbbing, probably from the two bottles of wine you had managed to pour down your throat last night. A year, and you still weren’t over him.

An unknown ID. You answer the call with a gruff hello.

“y/n?” you hear a deep, garbled voice, and your heart plummets down a hill.

“Thor.” You breathe out, looking for an excuse to end the call. Pain squeezed at your heart. You weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to talk to anyone related to your lover. Not now, not anytime soon. You notice how it is still dark outside. You look at the wall clock, confused when it read 2 am. Perhaps Thor simply forgot about the time zone difference when he moved to New Asgard in Norway.

“H-hey, y/n. How are you?” he stutters out after a few awkward moments of silence.

“Fine,” you say, surprised at how your response to that question has now become the same, no matter who asks.

“Good,” he hums, birthing another awkward silence as he figures out what to say. You can’t seem to be able to breathe. Inhale, exhale. You chanted in your head.

“y/n ... I know you don’t like talking about him- “

You inhale quickly. No, no, no. The one thing you hoped so hard he wouldn’t bring up.

“Thor. Please don’t. I can’t.” Your voice breaks. 1 year. 365 days. A year ago, today, Loki gave his life to Thanos, all in hopes of helping you and Thor.

I bought a house to live in

You’ve zoned out. You can hear Thor saying something on the line, but you’re too far gone to notice.

“My love,” you hear, the same deep voice whisper in your ear. The one voice you’d do anything for. The one voice you’d died a million deaths to be with.

“Loki,” you cry out. The phone has fallen off of your bed now. You can’t hear Thor asking you if everything was alright.

But you’re the home I’m missin’

I know

You had no idea if you were hallucinating at this point, but you would do anything, anything to hear his voice again. To see him, and breathe in his sweet, rich scent again. You feel a sudden urge, an urge that fills your body—it tells you, don’t let go. He’s leaving, don’t let go.

“Loki. Please don’t l-leave me. P-please. Not again.” You choke out, tears welling up in your eyes. You wrap your arms around him, holding on tight.

“Look at me my darling,” he breathes in your ear, and your heart chatters a million times when you meet his green eyes. The same green eyes you fell in love with, the same green eyes you would trade the world for. The same green eyes, just as you had remembered them to be.

“Loki,” you sob out, your heart convulsing, hammering against your chest. Almost as if it wanted to tear out of it and become one with his.

Nothing good lasts forever

But nights with you are better

“I’m always with you, my love.” He says, and you could swear you felt his fingertips brush against your cheekbone.

“No, no. Stay. Stay with me, hold me in your arms, never leave. Stay forever.” You say, tears streaming down your face. You gently place your shaking palms on his cheeks, gasping at the warmth you felt. This had to be a dream.

So go slow

I never knew I needed you

“My love, my sweet mortal, listen to me,” he says, searching your eyes, his wonderful smile never leaving his face. “I do not have long.”

Your heart shatters a thousand times at his words and you scream, except your scream comes out more choked, without much sound. A scream that enclosed all your pain and anger. When people are injured physically, they scream from the burning sensation they experience on the wound, they scream from the exhaustion sweeping into their bones. They scream from the adrenaline-rich blood leaving their body. But this, this soundless scream you just let out? That was the scream a broken heart lets out. No one knows the true pain caused by a broken heart, until they experience it for themselves. No one knows of that feeling, where everything, everything hurts, and all they can think about is clawing their heart out of their chest and throwing it far, far away. They don’t feel the million things one feels from that one soundless scream. Pain, the same pain you felt a year ago, scratches at your insides, looming for an exit. A release. One that not anyone on earth knows how to provide, even for the sake of their own sanity. “Please,” you cry out, shutting your eyes and begging whoever was in control of this. “Please don’t do this to me; don’t give me something good only to take it away, please, please, please,” you pray to a non-existent someone, chanting your pleases like it would do something to help.

I’m out of step

I’m off my feet

“y/n,” he says, in his sweet, sultry voice, and you press your palms to your eyes, wishing this would end, but at the same time hoping it would remain forever. He pulls your hands away from your face, and he’s still there, his beautiful green eyes are still there, taunting you, torturing you-

I’m waking up inside a dream

Teach me how to fly

“I will always be with you,” he whispers, his eyes holding yours, “here,” he places his cold fingertips on your forehead, and brings his lips to place a kiss there. He then moves his fingers to your heart, kissing the little patch of skin there; “here,” and you know it’s over when he traces his fingers on your lips and over your jawbone- like you had done so many years ago, “and here,” he says, his lips enveloping yours in the sweetest of kisses, and it is sweet because you know this is the last one you will ever have with him, just one memory of his, purely hallucinated by you, and you’re sobbing, you’re sobbing and wailing like you did the day you watched Thanos crush his throat, you’re wailing like you wailed when you saw the light leave his eyes. You keep your eyes shut, and let your fingers tangle in his dark hair, holding onto him like he is the one thing that anchors you to the world.

You’re an angel

In disguise

You hold onto him like he is the one thing that keeps you from falling into the arms of death and losing yourself into the abyss. You hold onto the kiss until you are breathless, until there are tears streaming down your face—this time for a completely different reason, you hold onto him until your lungs burn for oxygen and your muscles cry from the deprivation.

You’re an angel

In my eyes

And suddenly, you can’t feel anything anymore, you can’t feel him against you, his soft, soft lips, his warmth, you can’t smell his wonderful smell; and you are too afraid to open your eyes. Your heart pounds, stretching against the loosely attached binds you had put over it not so long ago, but what also seemed like a million years ago; the stitches you hastily put in hopes of moving on—it is stretching, stretching—

Are you mine, mine, mine

and it rips apart when you open your eyes only to see your dimly colored ceiling.

Tonight

“I love you,” you whisper, your voice as broken as ever, your wounded heart and its freshly ripped stitches bared out to the world, kissing your fingertips and waving them weakly in the air as you feel yourself sink into nothingness.

a/n: sorry. I'm sorry. don't beat me up.

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[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

This is the Beat of My Heart

happy very early birthday to @jaskierswolf​! have some soulmates.

new soulmate mechanic: you can hear your beloved’s heartbeat whenever you feel frightened

art by the always-talented @mawbwehownets​

tw: mentions of the Trials, canon typical violence but it’s just the cave scene from Posada/Four Marks, minor emotional Geralt whump (self loathing witcher feelings), hurt/comfort with a very fluffy ending

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Geralt’s fingers curl painfully into the tops of his legs. He’s trying to hold himself down against the rough-hewn seat of the tavern bench with all his mighty strength; there’s an irritating sound filling the small room that has activated his fight or flight response, and he can’t do either without drawing suspicion from the already antsy villagers. The haunting rhythm echoes through him, a soft but insistent thud thud thud that floods his senses and soothes his aching head. The sound is more familiar to the witcher than his own gruff voice. More familiar than his brothers’ voices, or Vesemir’s. This staccato beat has marked out every terrifying moment in the witcher’s long life.

The sound that pounds against Geralt’s ears is his soulmate’s heartbeat.

The poor, ignorant fool he’s meant to match in every way is wandering around this shit-hole tavern in Posada, totally unaware of the sad, unsavory fate that Destiny has bestowed upon them. Geralt never thought this day would come, really. Being bound to a witcher was bad enough but being in the same room with one, feeling the subtle pull of forces far beyond your control meddling with your life… drawing you towards danger and death...

It will be better for both of us if I leave as soon as possible, Geralt thinks to himself. He takes a quick inventory of his purse and swords and finds them all accounted for. At least I can spare them the tragic end they’d no doubt meet at a witcher’s side. They would likely hate me if I ever sought them out.

They must be terrified of him, whichever one of these people Destiny has saddled with the other half of Geralt’s soul. They’ve heard his heartbeat, too, in their moments of fear. As well as Geralt knows his soulmate’s giddy, fluttering pulse pattern, they have lived with his slow mutant heartbeat in return. Were they even more frightened when they heard how slow it was? Did the connection serve its purpose, calming them down and reassuring them of his presence, or had it made things worse, elevated their level of terror? How cruel it was for Destiny to chain this person to a living firebrand, to create them to be the perfect other half for someone who’s no more than a monster.

That heartbeat, vibrant and steadfast, is what had kept Geralt alive and fighting for survival during the worst of his Trials. When the poisons and tinctures and potions had crawled through his veins, turning them from black to red to black again and twisting his body into something other, that glorious beating had been there for him. The sound of his soulmate’s fragile mortal heart had measured out the seconds, giving him something to cling onto. That heartbeat had given Geralt something to love. To hope for in his worst moments. When they had dragged him back into those dark, musty rooms, seventeen and screaming with what little was left of his voice, all Geralt could do was pray for his future soulmate’s heartbeat to return to him. To comfort him.

In the relentless pain and terror of those added experiments, Geralt had kept that sound buried deep within his very being, like a candle in the center of a pitch-black room. Even when they said the Trials would take his emotions from him, that the additional testing would obliterate his humanity entirely, the sound of a stranger’s heartbeat never failed to stir the strongest feelings of love and safety he’d ever known.

Can ever know, perhaps.

Regardless of what might have been in another lifetime, Geralt keeps his fingers clenched and his muscles taut. He focuses all his energy on keeping himself sitting. He would have been content to stay there in the corner, his eyes trained on the grain of the worn wooden table before him, ignoring Destiny’s desires entirely… except…

Except for the damned bard. The novice bard swans his way over to the witcher’s corner table, lashes fluttering and face flushed. Geralt catches a faint whiff of arousal and writes it off as a boyish reaction to the rush of performing. The young brunette opens his mouth and the sweetest voice Geralt has ever heard playfully says: “I love the way you just… sit in the corner and brood.”

“I’m here to drink alone,” the witcher grunts. He can practically feel his fingernails biting through the leather of his gloves. The heartbeat is louder now, closer, and it’s driving Geralt mad.

“Good,” the bard nods, still leaning against a support beam. “Yeah, good. Nobody else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance except-” he takes a slow step forward “-for you.”

The bard is probably barely old enough to order his own vodka, and the bright, sparkling blue of his eyes makes the deeper blue of his doublet look incredibly washed out. Geralt tries to keep his face impassive, rolling his eyes and remaining silent. He’s still thinking about his soulmate… trying to block out the rapid thrumming of their all-too-human heart.

“C’mon,” the brunette urges. “You don’t want to keep a man with… bread in his pants waiting. You must have some review for me; three words or less!”

Geralt hears his soulmate’s heartbeat growing louder, more irregular and more excited, regardless of his efforts to ignore the hurried drumming. The scent of happiness grows thick and hazy in the air as the bard continues to grin and Geralt realizes, with a tiny jolt of horror, that the origin of the life-altering sound is sitting directly across from him. Geralt matches the rabbit-quick jumps at the junctures of the bard’s wrists to the soft rhythm thumping at the back of his head and finds them to be a perfect match.

It’s you, the witcher thinks, eyes widening slightly against his will. He takes a moment to tamp down his more obvious emotions, trying desperately keeping his expression neutral and under control. The bard is the one whose heartbeat kept me breathing in my very worst moments. Kept me fighting. Kept me…

Geralt suddenly remembers that he needs to answer a question: “They don’t exist.”

“What don’t exist?” the bard asks, eyebrows furrowing. The expression is halfway between a pout and an offended grimace, which infuriatingly verges on being adorable. Geralt’s heart lurches traitorously in his chest. He has never known such horrible yearning in all his many decades on the Path.

“The creatures in your song.”

“Why would you know?” the bard scoffs. Geralt prepares to stand, finally releasing his death-grip on his own legs. His fingers and palms are cramped and tight from holding himself still for so long; the bard is really testing his patience. The witcher is less than two seconds away from revealing the big secret and ruining both of their lives when the young man continues, eyes shining, “Ooooh, fun! White hair, big old loner, two very very scary looking swords…”

Geralt stands from the table and collects his purse.

The bard glances up at him, blue eyes wondrously wide and cheeks flushed pink.

“I know who you are,” he practically breathes. He stands, following Geralt halfway out the door. “You’re the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia!”

Geralt’s fists clench again. The retraction of his muscles keeps him from grabbing the foolish human by the collar and dragging him from the room for a proper chat about manners and soulmates. Thankfully. As the disoriented witcher hurries from the tavern’s main room, he hears the bard shouting after him: “Called it!”

---

Geralt snaps back into consciousness with a grunt. As frustration and fear weave themselves into a web of anxiety at the center of his chest, that soft thud thud thudding fills his ears. It soothes him and helps him focus; he is in a cave, it is midday or a little past, and the bard, Jaskier apparently, has been bound against him, back-to-back. He tugs at the ropes that bind their wrists again but it does no good. Behind him, the bard says quietly: “This is the part where we escape.”

Geralt fears for his soulmate’s wellbeing more than his own. He’s technically responsible for this stupid, fragile person who refused to stay behind despite his warnings. He lowers his voice, “This is the part where they kill us.”

“Unfortunate,” the bard sighs. The witcher listens, confused and a bit shocked, as Jaskier slowly starts to even out his breathing by matching his inhales and exhales to Geralt’s slow, methodical heartbeat.

“How can you hear it?” he asks without thinking.

“Hear what?” Jaskier replies, whispering.

“Your breathing,” Geralt says, as if it’s obvious. “You’re matching it to my… to my heartbeat. You don’t have a witcher’s enhanced hearing so how are you matching the rhythm so perfectly?”

“I was matching it to-”

Their conversation ends abruptly as an angry elven woman storms into the cave. She kicks at them furiously, spitting in the Elder tongue, “Beast!”

“Quick, Geralt!” the bard urges, “Do your witchering!”

“Shut up!”

“No!”

The woman doles out more swift kicks to the chest. One for Geralt and one for Jaskier. More muttering in Elder, insults that even the bard manages to understand and toss around. Geralt grimaces as he’s beaten by Toruviel and hears the thudding even louder than before. The witcher smiles when he notices that he can feel Jaskier’s heartbeat against his back, pulsing through the thin material of the bard’s light woolen doublet. It’s so much more intense, close up like this.

“Leave off! He’s just a bard.”

He’s so much more than that, Geralt’s own thoughts remind him. He’s everything to you.

A wave of urgent protectiveness swells within him and Geralt diverts the attention of the Elf King away from the foolish human, whose mouth has run away with him. Eventually Filavandrel tires of their chatter and pulls his short blade. The Silvan rushes forward, arms outstretched to stop his sovereign, “Wait!”

“Torque! Stand aside!”

“The witcher could have killed me,” Torque rushes to explain. “But he didn’t. He’s different, like us!”

Geralt watches with mild trepidation as the battle-hardened King pushes his subject aside, fury blazing in his clear blue eyes. He understands that this may be his final day alive. He wishes that Jaskier would have listened before and stayed at the tavern below. He wishes, with what may be his final moments alive, that Jaskier were safe and not bound to him this way. Literally and figuratively.

“If you must kill me, I am ready,” Geralt intones. “But the Sylvan is right… don’t call me human.”

The witcher tilts his head back, eyes open but unseeing, his entire being focused on the feeling of Jaskier’s racing heartbeat thudding against the back of his leather armor. The killing blow never comes. Instead, Filavandrel cuts the ropes that bind their wrists; Geralt ignores his initial instinct to check Jaskier for injuries and instead ushers the bard onto his feet and towards the mouth of the cave. “Wait!”

The witcher freezes in his tracks and glances back over his shoulder. Filavandrel holds out a gorgeously crafted lute with a beautiful gold design painted across the front. “My apologies for the loss of your instrument.”

“Your Majesty,” Jaskier gasps. “I couldn’t. You’ve already lost so much.”

“Then promise me to do right by him,” the elf nods at Geralt. “And consider it payment.”

“I swear it,” Jaskier nods, tone serious and face grim. Filavandrel lets his eyes flicker between the two unlikely companions and Geralt prays that the Elf won’t say anything out loud, if he indeed understands the bond between them.

“Be on your way, then, before I change my mind.”

Filavandrel winks conspiratorially and disappears back into the shadow of the caves. Jaskier pulls the lute strap over his shoulder and beckons for Geralt to follow him. “Your horse is probably worried.”

---

It takes nearly six months for Geralt to break down and tell Jaskier the truth about their seemingly uncanny partnership. If it weren’t for the rapid approach of harsher winter weather, he probably never would have said anything at all.

But on one particularly frosty evening, two weeks after Samhain, the witcher sits Jaskier down beside their fire and tries to remember how to speak from his heart. The bard is patient, warming his hands over the flames and waiting for Geralt to gather his words. Jaskier has never rushed him, and for that Geralt is eternally grateful. Taking a hint from his companion’s hunched shoulders, Jaskier speaks first. “What’s on your mind, my dearest White Wolf?”

“I… I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to be angry.”

“Did you spill ink on my new doublet?” Jaskier teases. “Because if you have, I promise to be very cross with you.”

“Hmm,” Geralt half-smiles. He’s terrified, and he can hear Jaskier’s heartbeat surrounding him from all sides. “No, I’m afraid it’s more complicated than replacing a doublet.”

“Oh, is this about us being soulmates?”

Geralt’s eyes snap up to meet Jaskier’s and his mouth drops open. “Wha-? When did you- When di-”

“You said it in your sleep maybe two weeks after we first met,” Jaskier explains quietly, like he’s the one who’s been holding back a secret all this time. He blushes furiously as he tries to apologize and extrapolate all at once, “I thought you were just muttering to yourself, really, or I would have woken you up! I swear! You were just…”

Now it’s Geralt’s turn to wait as Jaskier fumbles to speak.

“You hadn’t been resting well and I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so happy and content that night, with your hair all loose and the moon so bright…” he shakes his head and giggles nervously, “Anyway, not important. You rolled over and reached for me. You chuckled a little between snores and said A bard for a soulmate, how lovely. It sounded happy, when you said it like that.”

“Was that… the only time?”

“No,” Jaskier smiles. He pulls his knees against his chest and rests his chin atop them, “You reach for me all the time in your dreams. Sometimes you say my name or call me soulmate or beloved. It’s rather sweet and I-” tears brim in his eyes and Geralt’s heart skips a beat “-I know that witchers don’t feel things the same way humans do. I didn’t want to get my hopes up and then-”

“I love you,” Geralt says. He takes Jaskier by the hands before he can stop himself and pulls the pale knuckles against his lips for a soft kiss. “You… You have saved my life so many times.”

“Geralt!”

“I mean it,” the witcher nods. “I know that the Path is treacherous, and I wouldn’t ask you to join me on it and risk your life, but I do love you and care about you. Ever since I was young I have marked my steps by the beat of your heart. I would be happy continuing to do so, whether or not you accept me in return.”

“Oh, Geralt,” Jaskier sob-laughs, flinging himself into the witcher’s embrace. Geralt falls backward, shocked, his arms full of emotional bard. His face is peppered with kisses between hurried words: “I love you, too! I thought you didn’t want me that way. I thought it was just… a witcher mutation thing.”

“Come with me to Kaer Morhen for the winter, Julek. You can learn more about my kind; you can meet my brothers and the old swordmaster for the Wolf School, my adopted father of sorts. We’ll protect you and I-” Geralt clears his throat. “I will hold you every night in my arms, if you so desire.”

“I would like it very much if you were to hold me,” Jaskier grins. “And of course I'll come with you to your witchery keep for the cold months, dear heart. I’ll never part from your side again.”

Geralt presses a firm kiss to Jaskier's forehead, their heartbeats echoing faintly in the witcher's trained ears. Something in his chest settles into place, contented at last. He presses another, even gentler kiss to the bard's chapped lips and feels his heart swell when Jaskier smiles into it. He breathes out his promise as they pull apart, "Never."

#geraskier #geraskier ficlet #art collab sorta #art collab #geraskier art #geraskier fluff #getting together #soulmate au #geraskier soulmate au #soulmates #you can hear you soulmate's heartbeat #heartbeats #tw violence #tw four marks #tooth rotting fluff #happy birthday wolfie #geraskier fluffiness

[honeyedhoseok]

8th MEMEBR OF BTS

• STAGE NAME: Kim Yvonne (김 이본)

• BIRTH NAME: Park Chanelle

• BIRTHDAY: December 31st, 1995

• HEIGHT: 5"9

• PROFESSION: K-pop Idol

• GROUP: BTS

• LABEL: Big Hit

• POSITION: Lead Vocalist, Visual,Sub-rapper, writer, producer.

• DEBUT DATE: June 13th, 2013

• FACE CLAIM: seunghwibaby on ig

• VOICE CLAIM: Madison Beer+Ariana Grande. Rap voice claim: Lisa (BP)

EXTRA INFO ABOUT KIM YVONNE

• NICKNAMES: vonnie, nellie, baby, Big Hit's princess

• TALENTS: can play drums, electric guitar and piano.

• HIDDEN TALENTS: can hold her breath for 4 minutes, is very felixible, excellent at volleyball and basketball.

• LOVE LIFE: is currently single, has 4 exes.

• SUBLINGS: 1 twin brother, Park Jongin.

• SEXUALITY: she's bisexual

• AESTHETIC: femme fatale

• HER PERSONALITY: she's the sweetest little thing ever. everyone's first impression of her was 'bubbly, adorable and sweet'. she's extremely selfless and is constantly putting others before herself in any situation even if she's at a disadvantage. very smart, a little introverted. can be really quite or really loud, no in-between. can seem cold on the outside but she's the warmest person on the inside. broken gen z humor. clingy baby, loves skinship.

• was diagnosed with ADHD Inattentive was she was 13, anxiety and depression when she was 19.

• is unsecure about her looks

• fake maknae

• has three awards on her solo project

• her voice is on the deep side but she can go really high

• MUSIC GENRE: loves pop, RnB and Trap.

• PETS: two chow chow dogs, Oliver and Sirius Black.

• TATTOOS: A sun and a Cresent on her hand, a cloud on her middle finger and ARMY'S shield on her ring finger, 'kookie'on her wrist, a heart in her palm, and a ⁷ behind her ear

• PIERCINGS: three on each ear, nose piercing.

• SOLO PROJECTS: 'Selenophilia' three singles and 10 songs in total.

'Venus Records' two singles and 9 songs in total

CELEBRITY CRUSHES:

• People Crushing On KYV:

• Jackson Wang (GOT7), Wooyoung and Seonghwa (ATEEZ), GRAY and Jay Park (AOMG), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Chan and Han (STRAY KIDS), KAI (EXO).

• Crushes KYV has:

• Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Wonho, Jay Park, Hwasa (MAMAMOO), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Madison Beer, Yeonjun (TXT).

A GUIDE TO THE SHIPS: withing BTS

VONJOON/RAPVON

• 45% family, 55% romance

• fourth biggest ship in K-pop.

• she's his baby, you can't convince me otherwise.

• she looks up to namjoon alot.

• king and queen of destruction

• writing duo

• calling eachother 'honey' platonically

• too many inside jokes

• can be annoying, because who ever is around them WILL third wheel.

• "BTS and the world third wheeling joon and vonnie for 25 minutes straight" videos

• back massages because carrying the music industry is painful

• they trust eachother so much

• will always spill to eachother about their worries.

• the respect is through the roof

• love for days

• vonjoon/ rapvon stans are either rock hard or soft af

• HUGS

• this man is a giant and the hight difference is just enough for him to scoop her up in his arms and squeeze the life out of her.

• they can carry smart conversations most of the time, but not all the time

• "joon, what's the difference between horses and donkeys?"

• "°_°"

• "deadass"

• wholesome relationship :)

SEOKVON/ VONJIN

• 70% family, 30% romance

• will babie her, he must babie her.

• he's so protective of his wittle vonnie

• is always checking up on her.

• he thinks she's the most precious angel in the world that need to be rocked to sleep and fed every couple of hours.

• gives everyone normal cups, but Yvonne get a sippy cup with sunflower prints on it.

• THEY LOUD AS HELL OH MY GOD

• one can spot their shenanigans from a mile away.

• a lot of "Jin and von being chaotic neutral" for an hour straight videos

• he taught her how to fish

• cooking buddies

• making cookies at 3 in the morning

• crackhead energy that fills up a tank

• will shamelessly stock up tampons and pads for her

• THE LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS

• INFECTIOUS LOVE

• sibling fights for no reason

• seokvon/vonjin stans are the softest ever

• wholesome babies

MINVON/ VONGI

• 65% family, 35% romance

• IS VERY VERY PROTECTIVE OF HER.

• has the biggest soft spot for her

• he's her little meow meow

• they go fishing together (w/ Jin)

• she has the passcode to his studio

• PRODUCER DUO

• the amount of unreleased tracks is insane.

• he pretends he doesn't like her hugs, but in reality he instantly melts in her arms.

• the only person he'll let cuddle him.

• deep convos

• stargazing

• sharing bandanas

• not a lot of skinship

• keeping eachother entertained during award shows

• WIGGLY YOONGI DANCE TOGETHER

• gummy smiles :')

• minvon/vongi stans are soft and well fed

• playing basketball together

• armys making "suga and yvonne being babies" compilation videos

• they're the type of duo who you be in a room doing literally whatever and someone you'd walk in, stare at them and slowing retreat thinking they just walked into some cult activities

• silently take care of eachother

• smallest acts of intimacy

• tiny babies

JUNGVONNIE/VONHOPE/HOVI

• 50% family, 50%romance

• team chaos

• THE ULTIMATE DANCE DUO OH MY GOD

• doing the weirdest things ever without questioning it

• compliments that turn into, "no u, no u, NO I SAID YOU"

• he's secretly her favourite

• yvonne and hobi are basically what its like to mix gummy bears, skittles, rainbow belts and honey. SWEETNESS AND HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE ALL AROUND UWU

• THE VOLUME IS ASTRONOMICAL

• but like thank god one of them has an iq above 6

• the amount of "hobi and voni being rays of sunshine" for 30 minutes straight videos is insane

• Comfort Inn ™

• CUDDLES

• she will cling to him as if he's the last human alive.

• they're in their own universe almost all the time

• jungvonnie/vonhope/hovi stan are so soft if they see a video of hobi and voni laughing they will cry

• loveliest relationship

TAEVON/ 2V/ VONHYUNG

• 20% family, 80% romance

• third biggest ship in K-pop

• they get a little too hot on stage

• she's his favourite person

• she makes him feel so safe

• the walking memes

• GUCCI EVERYWHERE

• being weird together

• always teamed up in any situation

• DEEP VOICE DUO

• dog parents

• yeontan, Oliver and Sirius are literal siblings

• coffee 'dates'

• actual fashion icons

• king and queen of resting bitch faces

• skinship at its finest

• a new dating rumor every other day it's not even shocking at this point

• they are always taking naps somewhere, can be backstage, can during an award show, can be during practice, doesn't matter. naps.

• they're always there for eachother, mentally and physically.

• "tae and vonnie being adorable for 10 minutes straight" videos

• t r u s t

• are always playing with each others hair

• taevon/2V/vonhyung stans are either hardcore af or soft af

• sweetest relationship

( i can't add a jimin gif due to a limit in submitting)

JIVON/VONMIN/2PARK

• 2% family, 98% romance

• biggest ship in K-pop

• they're always together no matter what

• skinship to the literal max

• holding hands, cheek kisses, cuddling, hugs, sitting on each other's laps, all of it.

• matching hair colours.

• they're either being the tiniest babies together or everyone's OTP, no in between.

• 'power couple' at award shows, matching outfits, dance solos, harmonizing together, they got it.

• all over eachother on stage, as if no one is watching.

• Yvonne 'platonically' calls jimin baby, but he blushes everytime.

• him calling her noona

• they don't give the army the chance to breath, because they are never here to play

• they have the most iconic lines that genuinely sound like fake subs

• que the "jimin and yvonne being a married couple for 20 minutes straight" videos

• they are either really chill or hella energetic

• the jivon/vonmin/2park stans are probably the hardest stans in the fandom.

• sweethearts :')

( I can't add a jungkook gif)

VONKOOK/ JEONVONNIE

• 10% family, 90% romance.

• second biggest ship in K-pop

• golden maknaes

• vocal duo

• "_____ hyung won't scold us"

• they're banana milk addicts

• poutty bunnies

• she's literally kookie's role model

• he always has his head on her shoulder

• they have several matching tattoos (a heart on their palms, he has 'vonnie' on his wrist and she has 'kookie' her wrist, and a '⁷' behind their ears).

• they're always covering songs together

• crackhead energy is through the roof

• they are the chaotic good/evil

• hands all over eachother all the time

• on stage

• during practice

• on vlives

• awards shows, whatever

• fancams of their solo performances always tend to go viral

• whenever they're are in the same room, just know something is going to get spoiled. always.

• king and queen of highnotes

• "jungkook and yvonne being BTS' babies" videos

• they (+tae) are rapline's biggest fans

• the weird drunkies

• they are always eating something, can be ramen, can be an unpeeled banana, you never know.

the vonkook/jeonvonnie stans are the most confused turned on stans ever, but they are quite well fed.

( lmao I hope u liked this)

#bts x reader #bts layouts #btsgif #8th member of bts #8th member au #denoire #submission

[songbirdsingingthings]

MHA boys + how they would celebrate your birthday

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This was requested by @lovers-liability, I hope you like it!!!

Shouto Todoroki:

- He’s so sweet but so clueless about what to get you or how to celebrate with you

- Probably would ask your closest friends about your interests in order to get you the best gift he could get

- He doesn’t really have to worry about the cost of it (I mean, c’mon he’s got Endeavors card)

- He’ll take you out to dinner probs

- Tries to bake a cake - it doesn’t go well

- A good boyfriend, he tries his best

“Sho, tonight was amazing,” you hum, an arm laced with his. It was well into the night when the two of you made it back to the dorm building.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Shouto said, smiling at you. Dinner had been a real treat - the two of you dined at a fancy restaurant that you two had to get dressed up for. You wore a Y/F/C dress and Shouto was in a dashing gray suit with a tie matching your outfit.

“Liked it? I loved it! I don’t think I’ve ever had that good food in my life.” You sigh contently, a dreamy look on your face. As the two of you make your way through the common room, he stops you at the kitchen. You raise an eyebrow but follow him. To your surprise, he pulls out an... interesting looking cake.

“I, uh, I tried but I think I did something wrong.” He admits with a bashful expression. You stifle a laugh and take a fork out of the drawer next to you.

“Hey, if you made it, I’m sure it’ll be good.” You say confidently. You dig your fork into the near side of the cake and take off a chunk. It crumbled weirdly which wasn’t a good sign, but you stuck the slice in your mouth anyway. It was awful the moment it hit your taste buds but you managed to chew it anyways. You tried to give your boyfriend a smile, but an underlying sour expression forcibly showed up.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s probably foul-tasting.” Shouto says defeatedly. You quickly put your hands on his shoulders and shake your head.

“No, Sho, it’s so good.” You manage, the cake still in your mouth. The red-and-white hair boy just shot you an unamused look.

“Y/N, you have a horrified look on you face. It’s not good.”

“Yes it is I love it.” You counter.

“Then swallow it.” He says finally, a small smirk on his face. Your eyes go wide but you try and muster up the courage to swallow the piece of cake, if you could even call it that. Your mouth seemed to go dry - like all of the spit and saliva it produced had been sucked up by the cake, but it was still just as crumbly as before. “See, you can’t. Now here,” Shouto says, raising a trashcan to your mouth. You spit out the cake but show some decency by covering the action with a hand.

“I’m sorry Sho. It’s just... I never thought a cake could be made and come out like... that.” You mumble, wiping the corner of your mouth. He chuckles and hugs you.

“I’m the one that should be sorry, it’s your birthday. Now c’mon, I’ll call one in to be delivered. Chocolate or Vanilla?”

Katsuki Bakugou:

- He will by you gifts but play it off as not a big deal

- “Don’t be an idiot it’s just a stupid (insert gift here)

- HE MAKES THE BEST BIRTHDAY CAKE

- Like seriously whatever cake flavor or type of cake he will make it and it will be absolutely delicious

- Cheescake? In his sleep. Ice cream cake? Been there done that. Flan? Hell yeah, he’s got it.

- All in all, when you get to celebrate your birthday with him, it’s a very fun time with Bakugou

“Katsuki, it’s perfect!” You exclaim, setting your gift back down in its tissue paper padded box.

“Tch, it’s not something to be all over-dramatic about.” Your boyfriend says, rolling his eyes. Although he tried to put up an apathetic appearance, you could see the faint inkling of a blush start to blossom on his cheeks. You lace your arms around his neck, causing the blonde-haired boy to look at you.

“I love it, and you.” You say, your fingers starting to play with his hair. A soft look flashes in his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I was being serious, it’s perfect.” You reach up to give him a peck on the lips. Bakugou hums as you rest your head on his chest.

“Happy Birthday,” he says simply, one of his hands reaching up to rest on your head. You sigh happily at the added comfort. “C’mon, let’s eat the cake I made.” You raise your head instantly, a grin spreading across your cake.

“You made me a cake?” You ask joyfully, following him to the refrigerator.

“Yeah, whatever.” He says. The blush on his cake was now fully apparent as he took a plate that was covered in tin foil out. When he unwraps it your jaw drops. It was perfectly made. You fumble around for a knife and cut a slice for both you and him to eat. As soon as you fork a piece into your mouth you wanted to collapse onto the floor. It was heavenly - perfectly moist, the frosting not too sugary, and the ratio was perfect.

“My god Katsuki, you really made this?” You say, quickly finishing the rest of your slice.

“Of course I made it dumbass, you think I would get you store-bought crap for your birthday?!” He grumbles, a glare on his face. You really couldn’t take him seriously, though, as he talked with a mouthful of cake.

“Thank you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his mouth. Both yours and his lips tasted like frosting, making both of you irresistible to the other. You left the cake sitting on the counter for a while, finding each other much more sweet than the dessert.

Izuku Midoriya:

- He is so much fun to celebrate with

- He’ll take you to an amusement park, treat you to a spa day, go to the hot springs

- Literally anything you want to do for your birthday he will make sure that it happens

- Will get a cake from the store because while he’d like to make you one, he just doesn’t want to risk messing it up

- He gets you such a cute gift that goes along with whatever your interests are

- 10/10 sweetest birthday ever

It was one of the most relaxing days you have had in a while. Izuku knew you were up to your nose in work, so what better to do than spend your birthday by unwinding? Currently the two of you were sat in a private hot springs just north of you and Izuku’s home, soaking up the hot water. With a glass of champagne in one hand and the other held by Izuku, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.

“You enjoying yourself, love?” You open the eye closest to your boyfriend to see an amused expression on his face. You smile and close your eyes again, drifting over to lay your back against his built chest.

“Very much Izu, thank you for taking me here.” You sigh as you feel his hand come up to massage the knots in your back. He hums and kisses your shoulder.

“Of course - you’ve been so busy lately that I thought you could use a special getaway. Plus, it’s your birthday.” He says, his arm now just hung around your shoulder. He reaches for his own glass with his other hand. You open your eyes and turn around to face him, a soft look on both of your faces.

“You know, a day at home would’ve been just as fine. You didn’t need to go all out like this.” You say, your mouth spreading into a shy smile. A small moment of panic goes through Izuku at your words.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, was this too much? I thought that it might’ve been too much when I made the reservations but I did it anyways -mmpf!” You cut off his ramblings with a passionate kiss. He eases instantly at your touch and sinks into the kiss.

“This is absolutely perfect.” You reassure him. He gives you a grin and holds your chin gently in his fingers.

“Happy birthday, darling.” He whispers, bringing you back to his lips.

Mirio Togata:

- Human form of sunshine

- He’ll take you to the beach or for a picnic in the park, just somewhere a little more intimate but still out in the world

- He will prepare lunch for the two of you and cut the fruit into cute shapes (he is so pure I cannot)

- He makes a pretty good birthday cake, I’m not gonna lie

- He gives you a gift and has the thing matching it for him (like bracelets, rings, necklaces; that kinda thing)

- A very fun and relaxed birthday with our blonde 3rd year <3

It was the perfect day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the temperature was lovely - not hot enough to make you sweat but not cold enough that it would require a jacket. Spread before you was a cute little red picnic blanket covered in plates of finger foods, a pitcher of lemonade with two glasses, and who looked to be the happiest man alive.

“Oh, Mirio, it’s lovely,” you say, slightly taken aback. He gave you a wide smile and offered you a hand, helping you sit down next to him gently. He pecks your cheek and offers you a platter of your favorite h’orderves.

“I’m glad you like it! I’ve got all of your favorites, and I thought we could just enjoy a nice day at the park for your birthday. Sound like a plan?” He asks you happily, his arm finding its way wrapped around your waist. You lean into his touch and smile.

“It sounds perfect.” Your afternoon was full of fun and laughter - throwing foods up into the air for the other to catch, trying to fly a kite but it eventually ending up tangled in a tree, and stealing kisses from each other. Finally, the sun was starting to go down, prompting the two of you to start packing up everything.

“Y/N, before you go, I have something for you.” Mirio says, gaining you attention. In his hand was a wrapped box with a little bow on top.

“Mirio Togata, you did not get me a gift after doing all this for me.” You say, hands on your hips. You couldn’t believe how caring and giving your boyfriend was - always going one step above and beyond what you thought was reachable.

“Open it.” He says simply, placing the little gift in your hands. You give him a look before tugging the ribbon undone and slowly peeling back the paper. What rested underneath was a velvet box. You sucked in a breath and looked back up at your boyfriend who had a grin on his face.

“Mirio, I swear.” You warn, carefully lifting the lid. What lay inside were two of the prettiest bracelets you had ever seen. They were both made out of a small silver chain and had a small rectangle charm on each. You flipped both of the charms over to reveal his and your initials.

“I thought it would be cute.” He says, lifting the one with his initials. Wordlessly he clasped it around your wrist. “You could wear my initials and I could wear yours.” You quickly clasped the bracelet with your initials around his wrist and grabbed onto his shirt’s collar, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“You’re too good to me,” you say breathlessly. Mirio chuckles and brings a hand up to your face, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear.

“Happy birthday.”

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Leftovers - Part 12/12 - Nandor the Relentless x Female Reader Fanfic

For Previous Parts: WWDITS Masterlist

Summary: The reader shares her last night alive with her new family.

A/N: I realized as I was writing this that this whole fic could really be read as an elongated metaphor for my falling in love with this show and this fandom. I hope you guys like this ending and aren’t disappointed. 

Warnings: Angst, Emotions, Crack humor, Turning into a vampire

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It’s an hour after sunset and you can hear your housemates stirring. You’re still lying in bed. The ceiling overhead is cracked and peeling in places. You suppose this probably won’t be your bedroom for much longer. Nandor will want you to move into his crypt. Will you have your own coffin? Or will he want to keep sharing? How does one even purchase a coffin for...personal use?

You know you’re stalling. Nandor is being uncharacteristically patient, but he won’t wait all night. You’re not afraid. Okay, you’re afraid. But, you’d be stupid not to be. You saw Guillermo during his transition. He looked like hell for about three whole days. But you know Nandor will take care of you. Well, strike that. You know Nandor will try to take care of you and if he fails, Nadja and Guillermo will be there. 

The night you met...the night you almost became a meal...was your birthday. So much has happened since then. You’ve been kept prisoner, fed upon, attacked, hurt. You’ve also fallen in love with every vampire in this crazy house, even Colin Robinson, bless his heart. Nandor and his bizarre mix of vicious lust and achingly sweet softness has somehow pulled you into this world, into a place you’ve always belonged without even knowing it. So, yeah, you’re afraid. But the idea of not spending every night for the rest of eternity surrounded by these beautiful, damaged, stupid idiots is even more frightening.

A knock comes at your door and Nadja’s voice trills, “Hello, human? May I come in?”

You roll onto your side and sit up, dangling your bare legs over the edge of the bed. You’re wearing one of your few dresses because...well, because you’re going to die tonight and shouldn’t you dress up a little?

Nadja slips inside looking resplendent and deadly as always. She gives you a sympathetic smile and comes to sit next to you.

“Feeling a little nervous about our unholy transition, are we?” she ducks her head and gives you that mama-vampire-knows-best look of hers.

You lean your shoulder into hers, taking comfort in her presence.

“Maybe a little…” you admit. “I’m not having second thoughts or anything it’s just…”

“A little spooky wooky, yes?” Nadja supplies. She wraps her arm around your back and pulls you closer. “Don’t concern your head off, darling. I don’t know if you realize this but I am considered a bit of an expert. I’ve turned many, many humans in my time. Including my dear Laszlo. I’ll make sure Nandor does not slip up and accidentally make you into a zombie monstrosity like my poor Topher.”

You rear back and stare at Nadja with horror stricken eyes, “That’s a possibility!??”

Nadja chuckles and tweaks your nose, “I am giving you sarcasm! To lighten the mood! It’s working, yes?”

You let out a long-suffering sigh that hiccups into nervous laughter.

“I love you, Nadja,” you say with sudden, overwhelming emotion. You dive forward and wrap your arms around her in a fierce hug.

Nadja is stricken for a moment and she pats your back gingerly, “That’s...very nice. You think you want to come downstairs now? Because Nandor is being a real donkey dick down there waiting for you, but his balls are too shriveled to come up here and get you himself.”

You laugh and pull back from the hug, wiping tears from your eyes, “Yeah, let’s go. I’m ready.”

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“SURPRISE!” 

“HAPPY DEATHDAY!”

“SMASHLEY’S IN DA HOUSE!”

“What’s crack-a-lackin’?”

Nandor looks supremely put out when everyone yells something different as you walk through the door to the fancy room. Does no one listen to him? They had an agreed upon plan! He scowls at at the other vampires, especially fucking Colin Robinson, before sweeping over toward you and taking you from Nadja’s arm.

“Welcome to your Death Day Party! Do you like it?” Nandor looks down at you with those wide, sparkling eyes that make you forget he’s a centuries old blood-sucking fiend who once conquered nations and slaughtered thousands. 

You take in your surroundings with a look of wonder. There’s a giant glitter banner hanging above the fireplace that reads “Congratulations on your Dark Awakening.” You recognize it as Nandor’s handiwork at once. Also, Guillermo has obviously been to Party City because everyone is wearing pointed birthday hats with little Dracula emojis all over them and the whole room is absolutely covered in crepe paper. 

“It’s...so cute!” you squeal, grabbing him around the middle in an enthusiastic hug. This is...just want you needed. A little goofy, human levity before stepping off the edge of the unknown. Your eyes continue wandering over the room until they fall upon a long table set up against the wall. “Oh...my g--gahhhh--is that mac and cheese?”

The table is covered in dish after dish of all your favorite comfort foods. Macaroni and cheese, pizza, lasagna. Apple pie, blueberry pie, cherry pie! There’s a whole giant bowl of Reese’s peanut butter cups. You pull away from Nandor and dash across the room, launching yourself into Guillermo’s arms.

“You’re the sweetest monster I’ve ever known!” you cry, doing your best to squeeze the unlife out of him.

Guillermo laughs, “Listen, you’re going to be puking for days either way. You might as well have one last chance to enjoy human food.”

You roll your eyes, “Thanks for the reminder, Memo.”

“Alrighty!” Nandor is suddenly picking you up from behind and plucking you out of Guillermo’s arms. “That’s enough of that. Why don’t you have some of this--” he turns his head away from you and gags “--yummy food and then we’ll listen to some human musical arrangements that Nadja and Laszlo have prepared.”

Nandor hovers at your side, watching with a wrinkled nose as you pile food onto your plate. You’ve barely made a dent in the impressive spread and you’re feeling guilty about the waste when Colin Robinson ambles up.

“So, nervous about Nandor draining all your blood and killing you tonight?” he asks breezily.

You ignore the question and instead ask one of your own, “Hey, you think you can bring some of the leftovers into your office tomorrow? I’d hate to waste all this…”

Colin’s face lights with a maniacal grin, “Barbara’s on a diet...Yeah...this will be perfect!”

You settle onto one of the couches, sandwiched between Guillermo and Nandor. Both vampires look vaguely nauseated as you tuck into your food, but they’re holding it together.

Laszlo stands up with Nadja and starts strumming a guitar as he addresses everyone, “When I first met our human I assumed she’d soon be fertilizing my vulva garden--”

Nadja slaps his arm and Nandor hisses indignantly.

“But! But!” Laszlo continues, bowing with a flourish in your direction. “I came to realize that this particular human was something special. I decided to accept her into the fold. Mostly because she kept Nandor off my back and also my wife threatened to maim my testicles if I ate her…

“So, here we are, human. The last night of your life and we’ve got just one thing to say…”

The couple launches into a screeching, cloying rendition of “(I’ve had) The Time of my Life” from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack (blatantly stolen from Laszlo’s catalogue of compositions). Your face is frozen in horrified laughter and you flick your gaze to Guillermo’s to see that he’s covering his mouth to stifle his own laughs. On your other side, Nandor is clapping along and bobbing his head with the music. Yup, this is your tribe.

The party goes on for another couple hours. Laszlo and Nadja perform several more “hits” before finishing up with “The Girl in the Village with the Very Small Foot.” Nadja’s singing voice is still ringing in your ears when Nandor bends down to whisper, “It’s time, my human.”

The levity of the party has done a lot to calm your nerves, but you can’t help the sudden grip of anxiety around your throat at his words. You look up, falling, once again, into the fathomless depths of his lovely, dark eyes and you think, That’s what this is. You’re going to live in that deep, dark beauty from now on. There’s nothing scary about that. 

You both stand up to leave and say your goodbyes. Laszlo and Colin wish you luck. Guillermo hugs you and presses several quick kisses to your cheeks as Nandor murmurs warningly, “Watch it!”

When he releases you, you’re suddenly engulfed in the arms of a crying Nadja.

“I do love you, you magnificent, ruthless baby!” she sobs. “Nandor, if you fuck this up I’m going to make a hat out of your asshole.”

You laugh into her shoulder and Nandor complains, “Yeesh! Alright, calm down, Nadja!”

By the time you’ve pried yourself from Nadja’s grip you’ve joined her in crying and your face is soaked. Who knew vampires could be so sentimental?

Nandor grimaces in distaste as he brings his hands up to wipe away the tears.

“Ready!?”

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Nandor’s crypt looks just as it always does. No crepe paper or glitter in sight. Just the warm glow of candles, the rich red and gold accents of the decor, and the solid familiar bulk of the coffin where you’ve spent so many nights wrapped in his protective embrace. He leads you over to the chaise lounge and you both sit, fidgeting nervously and darting shy glances at one another.

Nandor plucks at the fabric of your dress, “This is nice.”

You smile faintly, “Thanks, I--I thought maybe I should dress up for the occasion. Is that stupid? I guess it’ll just get stained…”

“No,” Nandor cuts in, looking earnest and serious. “No, I’ll be careful.”

You nod and fall silent again. The knowledge of what you’re about to do seems to hang like a thick curtain between you. The easy intimacy that you’ve shared is strained with the gravity of what is to come. Nandor finally huffs out an exasperated sigh and pulls you into his lap. At first you think he’s just going to bite the bullet, so to speak, and dig into your neck at once. But instead he grabs your face and pulls you into a searing, all-consuming kiss. 

He tangles his fingers in your hair, pushing his tongue into your mouth with a low groan. You stroke your hands down the long column of his throat, running them across his broad shoulders and down his back. How this man--this perfectly imperfect, wonderfully fragile, fierce warrior man--has come to choose you, you can’t begin to understand. For countless other human souls, catching the eye of Nandor the Relentless has meant grim misfortune. For you, finding yourself the prey of a murderous vampire is the best thing that’s ever happened in your life. 

Except maybe being MVP at last year’s championship bout.

Nandor’s lips fall away and he looks up at you, panting heavily with his hair mussed and tangled. His gaze flicks down to your exposed throat and you see him swallow in anticipation. He reaches for something on an end table and shows you the stainless steel travel mug containing his blood. You take it from him noting the strip of masking tape on the lid with Nandor’s elegant scrawl--his name and the date.

You snort, setting the container down on the cushions beside you and looking back up at Nandor.

“Prepare yourself, my mortal,” he growls, fangs elongating and eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. 

You turn your head, baring your neck for your vampire boyfriend, and answering lightly, “I have a name, you know.”

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THE END

A/N: Hey, thank you so so so much to everyone who read and supported this fic from the beginning! Your comments and encouragement mean the world to me!

Tags:

@festering-queen, @kandomeresbitch, @strangestdiary, @glitterportrait, @scuzmunkie, @redwoodshadows, @sarasxe, @rileyomalley 

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