#I fucking. missed d&d tonight by accident
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seriously can catastrophes stop happening for five minutes my brain is already fried from the ones we're already experiencing
#I fucking. missed d&d tonight by accident#I straight up forgot#and just didn't show up to the session#my sleep schedule is absolutely fucked#I should be sleeping now but brain won't shut up#my creative output is the lowest it's ever been and I've been in some level of depressive funk since like early january#I am just deeply unfathomably exhausted#like mentally and spiritually#all the time#my memory and sense of time are both shit#my spelling is worse than it used to be for some reason??#I really don't know what to do to make my brain start functioning again it's frankly worrying me#I couldn't even handle college so it should come as no surprise that I'm reacting poorly to the world being a perpetual screaming trash fir#and yet#idk it's been hitting again lately that I have never succeeded at anything in my life and just keep tripping and falling up for some reason#fucking everyone is in hell right now and with my overall success rate I should be dead in a ditch but I'm actually doing spectacularly#due to a series of improbable accidents and weird circumstances that happened to turn out in my favor instead of completely fucking me#aside from the looming spectre of my various failed attempts to have some kind of life trajectory#it just doesn't feel like this can keep up forever#like surely at some point the luck has got to run out I can't just keep living like some kind of folkloric trickster archetype#but my motivation and sense of purpose kind of died after the last failed attempt so I'm still just here#doing whatever this is#maybe I should drive out to the coast#maybe staring at the ocean would fix me I've been away from it for too long#I mean it can't make me worse#I should wait until further into summer though so I don't have to drive back in the dark#everyone around here has trucks with those goddamn LED headlights and I've got a little sedan that's directly in their blast zone
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Random Prompt list.
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How does it work? The prompts are coded, simply send me the code of the prompts you want and the person you want me to write about.
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Check the people I write for here. I won't write about anyone who isn't in there.
The context of the story is always welcomed. My imagination is limited.
I will write blurbs, some shorter than others. Never One shot.
Nothing too angsty, I'm a sucker for hurt comfort and I'm the worst with sad endings.
No smut, I always get super stuck with it. Maybe spicy, but not explicit smut.
PROMPTS.
Tropes (no need to choose one, but I'd prefer if you do):
White: Best friend.
Blue: Brother's best friend.
Violet: Forced proximity.
Yellow: Single dad.
Cherry: Single mum.
Peach: Exes.
Mint: Neighbors.
Silver: suggest one
Dialogues:
"I would have come if you had told me"
"I'm here now"
"So please remind me it's not too late" 🎶Undertow- Son Lux.
"Who did that to you?"
"How did we end up here?"
"If you don't ask for help next time I will..." "What?" "End you"
"This wasn't supposed to happen"
"Hold it in, let's go dancing" 🎶 Time is dancing- Ben Howard.
"No, wait. I have something to tell you."
"I heard what you said last night. And... me too"
"Why are you here?" "I had nowhere to go" The cliche
"What the fuck are you doing?" "Shh"
"You said you needed me, I came to help you. Easy"
"No, no. Don't cry. I didn't want you to cry"
"You can be so childish sometimes."
"Is he here?" "No" "Good, 'cause we are leaving now"
"You, me, tacos... what do you say?"
"My mum told me to not let you go and she is always right"
"Don't do that again. Ever. You scared me to death"
"I think we could be great together"
"You came" "I couldn't miss this *event*, it's important for you"
"I miss you. I miss you so bad. The house feels lonely"
"He loves you, you know?"
"You must be his/her favourite person in the world."
"Listen to me, I'm here now. I won't leave. There is no need to be scared. I'm with you."
"Have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but like... A lot" "Yes. I do"
"You are making me nervous" "Am I?"
"How do you know if you are in love with someone?"
"I heard you weren't feeling right, so I bring sweets"
"It's easy, come here and kiss me"
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"I have been hurt before"
"Who made you believe that? I don't hate you"
"Let me help you with that" "No" "Yes"
"I'm here for you, and I will always be" "Why?" "I love you"
"He is my little brother and lives with me. He is also a big fan of yours"
"That you don't the same music as me doesn't mean it's bad music" "Okay, don't be angry and give me a kiss"
"Just ask me, I have been waiting to say yes for a long time"
"If you come with me tonight I won't be able to go back to what we used to be"
"It's okay" "It's not, I made you cry"
What is happening?. (check the link for visual inspo)
A. Shyly holding their hand at social gatherings.
B. A note was left in the kitchen.
C. Needing comfort and a quiet moment.
D. Everyone knows you are in love.
d. Another version of D
E. Late nights conversations.
F. Doing crazy stuff only because he is your person.
f. Another version of F.
G. When he realizes you are the one.
H. He is driving you somewhere important and he grabs your hand.
I. That look before breaking down due to the tension.
J. Moving his hands over your body when he is too shy to touch you.
K. You have an impromptu date late afternoon date.
L. Slowly climbing onto his lap before kissing him.
M. Sliding your hand in his and holding it tight when he is nervous.
N. Making you sit on his lap when your ex is watching (but it's all cute)
O. Accidently falling asleep together.
P. You cross the room and kiss him when you don't know what else to say.
Q. He is not good at taking hints.
R. A friend exposes you in their stories, that's how realize how obvious it is.
S. He is better with kids than you.
T. Your best friend texts you.
U. He has a great relationship with your special person.
V. A not-so-drunk test by him.
X. He is great with kids. Not only better than you, great.
Y. You are having a rough time so he takes you to a rage room.
Z. Send me some inspo. (not spicy)
SEND YOUR REQUEST.
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You Choke on His Blood - New Moon | Eddie Munson x Reader
Plot: Kas!Eddie scenario but with a twist! a twist that will become very obvious very quickly. Anyway, a year before the events of season 4, Eddie takes you to a bar and things go very wrong very quickly- and they don't get better for a long, long time. [Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader] Part 1, Part 2,
Word count: 9,219
Warnings: blood, murder, and there's a briefly described car accident at the end
Disclaimer: Fuck netflix, fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.
A/N: this took me two months, howwww
You had a system at the bar.
You’d spot a creep preying on your patrons, either trying to drug or touch them, or what have you, and you’d send someone capable to deal with it. Once the creep had been lured out back, you and your monstrous staff would feast. Usually, there was a bit of struggling, and much confusion from the attacker turned victim, but overall, it wasn’t a difficult process. The piece of shit would knock out soon enough, and then you’d leave him in a ditch for someone else to find, blah, blah, blah. Honestly, at this point, it was borderline monotonous.
Sometimes, though, you had issues. Sometimes the unlucky bastard would break out of someone’s hold, and they’d sprint off into the woods, and it would just cause so many problems.
Tonight was a problem night.
Your prey just refused to stay down, choosing to take off into the night instead. With a heavy sigh, you stood, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. How typical. You waved off your accomplices- there was no need for them to leave the bar when you could deal with this issue yourself.
In silence, you stretched, cracking your neck a bit. Then, like a bullet shot from a gun, you were off beyond the tree line. The hunt was on.
It wasn’t too difficult to track down your quarry. Your new monstrous senses may not be the most heightened, but you were still more adept at hunting than any human being would be. Therefore, it was no surprise to you when you found the fucker in the middle of the dark forest, cowering behind a tree. To his credit, he got pretty far- you were much closer to Hawkins than you’d like to be. But oh well.
His blood was only okay. It sustained you, of course, but it was nothing much to write home about. Your prey writhed and struggled as you drank- all par for the course, honestly. It was all by the numbers by this point. Mild blood, mild hunt, mild-
“(Y/N)? Is that you?”
Oh. Oh, shit.
You choked on the blood in your mouth, cursing under your breath as red spilled over your lips. To you, it was just a big fuckin mess of a sight. To your new witness, it was pretty fucking terrifying.
It still wasn’t enough to drive him away, though. Kids are dumb like that.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N) (L/N)?”
You continued to make strangled noises as you dropped the man you were drinking and turned to face your audience.
You knew Dustin Henderson somewhat well back when you were human. You’d been his babysitter for a few years before your position had been unceremoniously taken over by Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. Honestly, though, things didn’t change much. The kid still came over to yell at you about nerdy shit, or tell you about D&D, or ask you some of the weirdest questions you’d ever heard. He was a good kid. Sweet. You’d missed him during your year away.
Now he was staring at you with a shocked expression, flashlight burning into your eyes as he waited for you to do something.
You did not know what to do. In all fairness, it wasn’t every day that you ran into a kid you used to babysit whilst feeding off of a human being in a very vampiric fashion.
“Um… hi?” with nothing else to do, you gave a small and very awkward wave. Mid-wave, you realized that your hand was covered in blood. Oopsie.
Fortunately for you, Dustin didn’t seem to care about the blood, “Hi? WHAT THE SHIT DO YOU MEAN, HI? YOU’VE BEEN MISSING FOR A YEAR!”
You took a step back, surprised by the yelling. Dustin did not stop.
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?? WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!”
“Um…”
“WHY ARE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS?? HAVE YOU BEEN NEAR HAWKINS THIS WHOLE GODDAMN TIME?”
The answer to the first question should have been obvious- after all, it was moaning away on the ground by your feet. You chose to answer the second question, “I mean… not the whole time-”
“NOT THE WHOLE TIME, THEY SAY, JESUS-”
“Hey, wait, wait, wait a minute,” you cut him off, questions of your own forming in your head, “Why are you in the middle of the woods?”
He waved the flashlight around, finally shining the light somewhere that wasn’t your eyes. With his other hand, he waved a plastic bag at you, “Science. Duh.”
“Oh, neat!”
“It is! I’m looking for evidence of a new predator species in this area…” the light landed on the body at your feet, “And I, uh- I think I might’ve found it.”
“Yeah, about that-”
The guy on the ground cut you off with a loud groan.
“(Y/N),” Dustin started, substantially calmer now, “I think you have some explaining to do.”
“Ah, shit,” you looked between the body and the kid in front of you. As little as you wanted to explain your current situation, you knew that Dustin was right, “Yeah… yeah, I know. I have to take care of this first, though.”
“Okay, I’ll come with you, then.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, I’ll come with you. In the name of science!”
“I- I’m sorry, are you not freaked out by any of this? Is your brain not sending you danger signals?”
“No. This isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve seen- it’s kind of boring, to be honest. Besides, if you wanted to kill me you would’ve done it already.”
Dustin wandered off the way you came, pointing his flashlight into the woods and leaving you to deal with the morbid shit he’d just said.
“Come on!” he yelled, “We don’t have all night.”
“Kid, do you even know where you’re going?”
“No, that’s why you need to hurry up.”
You were at a loss for words. You blinked a few times, unsure of whether any of this was real. When Dustin yelled at you again, you came to the conclusion that it was. You picked up the body, threw it over your shoulder and headed off after the kid as he strutted through the trees.
You didn’t have to run to catch up to Dustin- you wanted to, so you did. Upon reaching him, you placed a hand on his head, directing him through the brush and towards the bar. Was it a good idea to bring a high school freshman to a vampire bar? That sold alcohol? And also blood? Probably not, but you had no idea what else you were going to do with the kid.
“Soooo,” you drew the word out, completely unsure of what to say and in the middle of processing the absurdity of the situation, “How have you been?”
“Pretty good, actually! I got a girlfriend last summer.”
“Really? That’s awesome, man, what’s her name?”
“Suzie. We met at camp.”
“Aw, that’s nice. Is she as big of a nerd as you are?”
“Hey!”
You laughed at the offended tone his voice took. It was too easy with this kid, always. It was good to know that some things never changed.
“I’ll have you know,” he said, “My girlfriend is a super genius.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” you grinned, “Anything else new? You’re in high school now, right?”
“Yeah. It’s been mostly fine- there’s a D&D club, so that’s cool-”
The light nature of the conversation was snuffed out like a candle. Your heart sunk deep into your chest as you mulled Dustin’s words over in your head.
“Oh,” your voice was so quiet now, “Hellfire Club, right?”
“Yeah! Hey, you would’ve gone to school with the guy who runs it, right? Eddie Mun-”
“Stop,” you froze in place, eyes squeezing shut as loss clouded your mind, “Let’s just… Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure?” the kid answered, though his response sounded more like a question, “Hey, where are we going, anyway?”
“You’ll see.”
And he did, in fact, see.
It was much closer to dawn by the time you returned to the bar. You would’ve been faster on your own, but hey, sometimes you run into kids you used to babysit while hunting down your prey, it be like that sometimes. Your staff was understanding- especially when you threw them a body full of blood.
You caught Dustin’s uneasy look as you walked him into your office, “Don’t worry, kid. They won’t kill him.”
“Then what will they do?”
“They’ll just sip on him. Probably throw him into a ditch when he’s done. Honestly, he kind of had it coming, he kept getting handsy with my waitstaff.”
“Oh,” Dustin was still staring at the door. He looked a little pale, now, as if he just realized that yes, you had been drinking that guy, and yes, you had carried the man back for a reason. A bloody, gruesome reason.
“(Y/N)?” he asked, “What- what happened to you? Over the last year?”
“That’s a bit of a long story, and…”
“And?”
“I need you to promise me you won’t get freaked out. Or tell anyone about this. It’s a lot of shit, and I don’t- I don’t really need all of Hawkins to know about… all of this,” you gestured to your new fangs and claws, the more monstrous parts of you.
“I promise.”
“You promise?”
“I promise- look, I swear on my mother. Okay?”
“Okay.”
So, you told him. What choice did you have? He swore on his mother.
Of course, you left out some of the more graphic details- and you left out Eddie Munson’s involvement entirely. Dustin didn’t need to know that the man who started his D&D club was brutally murdered behind this very building.
When you finished, the kid was silent. You could tell he was off in his mind somewhere- his eyes were vacant, and he was staring at a corner of your desk with more focus than that particular corner warranted.
“So,” he started, “For the last year, you’ve been…”
“In various states of distress? Becoming a monster? Eating people?”
“Well, I was going to say running this bar, but those work, too.”
You laughed a little, reaching over your desk to mess with Dustin’s hair, “I love how that was your takeaway.”
“I was just curious! You can’t fault me for being curious.”
“Fair enough.”
A moment passed in silence. Outside, you could hear early morning birdsong. A car sped by- someone headed to work, maybe? Or, y’know, your staff heading off to find a nice ditch. It could be either.
“Hey,” Dustin’s voice broke the silence, “Are you okay?”
You took a second to look at him, to process his question and come up with an answer. In that second, you realized that the little shit you used to babysit had grown up so much while you’d been gone. You’d missed that- and it made you wonder, what else did you miss?
“I haven’t been okay in a while, kiddo,” you surprised yourself with your honesty. You knew that you weren’t okay- you had for a year at this point- but you’d never really said it out loud.
You rushed to cover up your vulnerability, “But y’know what, it’s getting better. Things are improving! Do you want a drink? I’m getting a drink.”
You stood too quickly, bashing your hip against your desk. You said, “Ow,” on instinct. It didn’t hurt. You walked out of your office, heading towards the nearest coffee pot. Did coffee actually do anything for you? No, but you liked to pretend that it did. And it was very helpful for your more human employees.
“Uh, yeah,” you heard Dustin’s voice, still in your office, “Could I get a beer? Please?”
You walked into the bar.
“EXCUSE ME? SIR, it is six in the morning, and you are underage!” you caught a bottle as it fell off the bar. It didn’t hit the ground! You did.
“Yeah, well you eat people. Does it really matter if you serve alcohol to a minor?”
“Yes! Yes, it does matter, I am not losing my liquor license over this. Besides, we don’t kill anyone, so it’s not that bad-”
“It’s still assault, though-”
“Shhhhh, shut up, shut up, shut up,” you groaned as you pulled yourself off the floor.
The kid went silent, but you could practically see the shit-eating grin on his face. Pulling yourself off of the ground, you had but one thought- that kid needs to get his attitude in check.
You drove Dustin home two cups of coffee later. Of course, that was not the end of things. The kid found the number of the bar in a phone book, and now you couldn’t seem to get rid of him. Not that you minded all that much. Was he a bit of a shit? Yes. But he was a good kid deep down, and seeing his face every now and then wouldn’t kill you. How could it? You were already dead.
You had a new system at the bar.
Tuesdays and Thursdays, the kid would call to check in on you, and give you updates about the goings on in Hawkins. Occasionally, he’d even pop in for a visit. You had no clue how he was getting to you. You knew his mother wouldn’t drive him to a random bar in the middle of nowhere, and if he asked anyone else to drive him it would raise too many questions.
The day you found out he’d been walking the several-mile distance from Hawkins to your bar, was the day you broke your own rules and went back to Hawkins. After grounding him for life, you threw on some sunglasses, jumped into your car, and drove the kid straight fucking home.
Hawkins was- it was different than it had been before, but it was also so much of the fucking same. The same shops, the same streets, the same people, but it was all different to you now. You could see more of it, smell more of it- everything was just so much.
You’d been to cities and towns since turning- to get blood, or things from the bar. You’d been surrounded by living, breathing people with beating hearts basically since you turned, and while there had been a learning curve, it was never exactly a problem. This was different, though. In Hawkins, you knew everything you were sensing.
In Indianapolis, New York, wherever else the fuck you had wandered, everything was strange. You were surrounded by a thousand mysteries that you didn’t care to solve. In Hawkins, where the street lights reflected off of the wet pavement and the windows of long-closed stores, every story told by your senses was one you already knew. You could smell the blood of drunks and late-night workers. You could see the remnants of the past day, and faintly, in the air, you could just barely taste the rot that lurked beneath Hawkins.
You were 100% perfectly content with dropping Dustin off at his door, driving away, and never coming back here.
But then his mother threw open the door and welcomed you with open arms, not even pausing to question the unnatural cold of your skin. She brought you inside, and fed you human food, and asked how you were doing, and she told you that everyone missed you while you were away. Of course, Dustin groaned at all of the obvious affection his mother was showing, but honestly, that just made everything that much sweeter. And at the end of the night, Claudia Henderson hugged you. She held your face in her hands and she told you not to stay away for so long next time. By then, you already knew:
It was time for a new system at your bar.
Tuesdays and Thursdays, Dustin would call to check-in. Saturdays, he would call because he needed a ride somewhere and his usual babysitter/chauffeur was busy.
You wanted to mind. You wanted to be irritated, and you wanted to hate the drive, and you wanted to be pissed that you were spending more time than you had to in Hawkins, but honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset. You had missed your home.
But there were other things that you missed. Other things that hung over you like a cloud every time you passed the big ass sign that read, “Welcome to Hawkins!” Somehow, though, it never came up. You never mentioned Eddie’s death to Dustin.
And you never had to. At least you didn’t until Dustin asked you, early in 1986, to drive him to Forest Hills trailer park. You were beyond hesitant. You didn’t want to go back there, to relive memories that would only bring you pain. You didn’t want to drown in your past.
For the kid, you went anyway.
Time seemed to slow as you made your approach. Your nails dug into the steering wheel. Grey clouds drifted gently overhead. You could feel Dustin’s heartbeat through your palms.
And then, you got there, and everything was fine. Dustin just wanted to see his friend- who inconveniently lived right across from where Eddie used to live. You found yourself sitting in your car, staring blankly at the trailer as Dustin went inside.
Everything about it was the same as it had been the last time you saw it. Same walls, same porch, same windows. It was all the same- as if Eddie had never left. With a sigh, you shut your eyes and let yourself fall forward. Grief had already torn through your mind, leaving you tired and broken. You were out of angst. There was nothing left for you to do now but lie there and wait.
And then, beneath you, you could almost feel the ground start to shake. Tries crushed gravel. Heavy metal blared from a car radio. You lifted your head, and your blood turned to ice as you watched an all too familiar van pull up to the trailer across the street.
That was Eddie’s van.
You felt sick. You were already dead, but fuck, you felt like you were dying. Your hands felt cold, your jaw fell slack, and the spot where your heart used to be fucking hurt. The world kept ending, over and over again, going down in flames, and beneath flash floods, and up in smoke and MOTHER FUCKER, you really couldn’t have a moment where things weren’t falling apart, could you?
And from the van emerged a familiar head of dark, frizzy hair. A pale face, dark eyes, it was-
Someone knocked on your window. You choked on nothing and leapt out of your skin, coughing and wheezing as you opened your door.
“Hey, (Y/N), do you know where the- shit, are you ok?” Dustin asked, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m-”
“Oh, shit, Eddie’s home! I need to check something with him, tell Max I’ll be right back-”
“Wait!” you found yourself yelling somehow, shattering the quiet of the park, “Eddie- Eddie Munson?”
“Yeah,” Dustin answered like it was no big deal- like he wasn’t shattering your world into tiny little pieces, “You know him, right? You went to school with him?”
You did, but you didn’t have it in you to answer that question. All you could bring yourself to say- and say was an exaggeration, you practically whimpered- “He’s- he’s alive?”
“Well, yeah,” again, the kid responded like the answer was obvious, “I mean, I know he’s got a reputation, but it’s not that big of a surprise, is it?”
He looked back at Max’s trailer, shrugging at the redhead who now lingered in the doorway.
“I- No, it’s not that, it’s-” you tried to explain, but you couldn’t find the words. In your defence, it’s hard to explain, “I watched Eddie Munson get murdered by vampires a while back, so I’ve been running on the assumption that he was dead,” on short notice.
“Come on,” the kid said, taking your stuttered answer entirely the wrong way, “I’ll show you.” The kid grabbed your wrist, ignoring your very loud and very insistent protests that you did not want to pay a visit to the trailer across the street.
“Dustin! Dustin!” your frustrations went unheard.
You were about five seconds from giving the kid a warning bite when he knocked on the trailer door. It opened. Warm brown eyes met yours as they had a thousand times before.
You weren’t human. You weren’t alive. Your blood no longer flowed through your veins. You couldn’t feel chills, or goosebumps, or heart palpitations. You could not feel the physical phenomenon that accompanied shock, or panic, or love.
But in that moment, the rules of the universe shattered. You felt everything.
Your racing heart, your burning pulse, your blood rushing in your ears, and the chill that ran down your spine, you felt everything. All of it. You had never felt so human in your life.
“Henderson,” his smile- you missed that smile, “Who’s your friend?”
For a moment, you were confused. Eddie- he knew you, so who else could he be talking about? You blinked, absently until he gestured at you and oh.
Oh no.
You didn’t hear Dustin introduce you. You didn’t hear him tell Eddie that he should’ve known you from high school, and you didn’t hear him explain that you owned a bar outside of Hawkins. All you could hear was static. And then, all at once, it stopped.
All at once, your heart fell still. Your pulse cooled until you could no longer feel it. The rushing of your blood, and the chill down your spine, it all stopped. All at once, you were painfully, unquestionably, inhuman. You were a monster again.
You could taste iron in your throat.
Your lips moved before your mind did, “Hey, Dustin? You’ve got a ride home, right?”
At your sides, your hands flexed uncontrollably. Your skin felt too tight.
“Uh, yeah, if Eddie will drive me. Why?” the kid looked between you and your oldest friend who stood behind him on the porch, looking at you like it meant nothing, like you were any other person standing in his yard.
“I just remembered I have to go. Bar stuff. I’ll see you later?” you were already backing away.
“Uh, yeah! See you later.”
“Okay. Okay!” you turned to leave, but something kept you rooted in your spot. For a moment, you couldn’t move as the weight of your world collapsed on your shoulders.
You turned back, “It was uh- it was nice seeing you again, Eddie.”
He waved at you. It was a little thing. A microscopic gesture. But fuck, that tiny fucking wave was so him that you had to bite your lip to keep from breaking down. Fangs broke skin, and you had to wipe away the plasma that dripped down your face as you climbed into your car. When you looked up, the red-haired girl was looking at you. You couldn’t force yourself to care.
You tore out of the trailer park like a maniac and screamed as you drove back to the bar. Vampiric claws tore through the steering wheel. Bloody tears streamed down your face. Ugly fucking sobs tore through you as you tried to keep enough control to keep driving.
It didn’t work.
You crashed your car off the side of the road and let yourself scream into the piles of broken glass that spilled over your body and over the upholstery. You let yourself break, and bend, and shatter, like the metal of your car, wrapped around a tree.
You walked home that night. When you got there, you called Dustin and told him you couldn’t drive him anywhere for a while- car trouble.
Eventually, the car got fixed. Eventually, you went back to Hawkins. You drove Dustin places. You saw Eddie again (it was impossible not to, he was friends with Dustin.)
Things got better. Slowly. The sobbing stopped sometime in early Spring. Still. Seeing him was hard- what else could it be? Your best friend didn’t know who you were anymore. He forgot your face, and your name, and the fact that he had died in front of you, and that you had died minutes after. There was nothing left to do.
So. You went back to the system at the bar. Sleep during the day. Kill at night. Drive the kid around whenever he needed you. Drink. Bleed. Survive. It was fucking boring being a vampire.
And then, the murders happened. After that, you gave up on having a system.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x gender neutral!reader#eddie munson x y/n#x reader#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x you
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Chapter 3
Word count:3029
Warnings:mentions of suicide slight
It's been 3 months since I've seen Eddie. I've tried calling his name. I've even slept naked once or twice and he never appeared again .
Maybe he went into the light already .
Maybe he was finally at peace .
I've been talking to Dustin more and he has been telling me more about Eddie and how he was before anything happened .
I haven't asked him what happened to him,I don't have the courage to do so .
I really want to know what happened. Maybe tonight I can ask him .
Today he was coming over i had invited him and his wife to come over and hang out,
At first he didn't say anything but he eventually agreed .He said he hadn't been to Eddie's apartment since the accident .
I was getting ready for when Dustin and his wife got here.He call me saying he was bringing over some pictures of Eddie and some videos of them together playing D&D.
I was doing my makeup when from peripheral I saw Eddie sitting down in the bed .
I was sitting down on the bench of my vanity doing my makeup upstairs .
"You know you don't really need makeup ." He tells me playing with a squish mellow I had on my bed .
"Eddie !!" I got up from the bench and made a beeline to my bed sitting down next to him .I wanted to hug him but I knew I couldn't I know I would go right through him.
"Hey ." He smiles shyly "I see you like the Vanity." He tells me pointing to the vanity .
"Yes ,I saw it outside in the storage room and Steve said I could have it and fix it ." I tell him proudly
"I'm glad you like it ." He look down at the squish mellow then at me."I-I made it for Chrissy and she didn't like it because I forgot to put the light bulbs on and it wasn't the white she wanted .
"Well I love it Eddie. I actually ordered some lights and put them on myself and it looks amazing ,you did an amazing job ."I tell him .
How can someone not like what her boyfriend made for them .
I was starting not to like that chrissy girl at all and I didn't even know her .
"I'm glad you did ." I noticed he blushed and covered his face with his hands discreetly.
"So Where have you been ?" I asked him, trying to change the subject. I honestly didn't feel like talking about her ex or my ex’s new wife.
"Around ,in the coffee shop at my uncles ."
"Why did you disappear on me?"
"I didn't want to be a burden ."
"I actually missed you popping around out of nowhere ." I chuckled
"I-I been here ." He says softly
"You have ?"
"Yeah ,you know you snore ." He chuckles
"No I don't !!”I laughed
"Yes ,you doo!!" He lays back down in my bed hugging the squishmellow pretending to be sleeping and pretends to snore loudly .
"That's how you sound ." He opens one eye
"No ,I don't ." I laughed, throwing a pillow at him that went stray through him .
"Ha." He says and throws the squish mellow at me hitting my face .
"Eddie !!" I squeal
"Ok I'll stop ."he puts his hands on the back of his head and looks up to the ceiling ",sorry I disappear on you." He looked at me and smiled.
"Why did you?" I asked him
"I was just having trouble trying to deal with things, you know this shit is not easy ,for now I don't know what the Fuck is going on am I dead? Because I honestly don't see a fucking white light nowhere I've been searching for it I know something is not right I'm walking through walls here " I wouldn't know how he feels right now I honestly I wish I did so I could help him.
"Eddie,I wish I could help you really but I don't know how to,but I really wish I did " I move closer to him laying down next to him.
My arm so close to him that I could
Feel that weird tingling sensation every time I'm
Close to him.
Sometimes it feels like an electric shock and other times it's like a calming sensation.
I look down at our hands and I see him trying to reach for my hand but his hand goes through mine.
I wish I could feel him.I wish I could feel his warmth on my hand. I bet his fingers are calloused from guitar playing .
Dustin told me Eddie was in a band called "Corroded Coffin."
"If it's not too much to ask what happened with Jason ?"
"What happened with Jason you ask?It's a long story ."
"I have all The time in the world sweetheart I don't know if you have noticed ." He chuckles
"Well ,ok I'll start from the beginning. I met him my freshman year of college. He went with his parents to visit Claire for Christmas. They stayed over there until after new year they were trying to make things better with Claire because they always left her out in everything ."
"Claire is the girl who was going through your clothes right?" Eddie asked
"Yup ,that's my best friend and Jason's little sister ."
"I didn't know Jason had a little sister ." Eddie turns to face me, seeming more interested in my story .
"Yeah ,but she was sent to this all girls school in Europe. It was a Christian church to make her better because Claire likes girls and that’s a sin for her parents then they changed her to one closer to them in Texas ."
"What?? That's crazy, Texas is still far away from Hawkins ." Eddie tells me
"Yeah ,that's the same thing I thought ,so that's where I met her ok so back to how I met Jason so Claire and I went to college in chicago we were getting our degree in teaching English arts."
"So you're a teacher ?"
"Yup ." I say popping the p
"Ok continued ." Eddie says grabbing the squishmellow again and throwing it up in the air then catching it .
I wonder how he does that if can't touch anything but only the plush .
"Well,her parents invited me for Dinner in Christmas and one thing led to another. Jason and I started talking. He was the sweetest guy I've ever met and so romantic ." I heard Eddie chuckling next to me
"Are we talking about the same Jason Carver?"
"I mean yeah I guess I didn't know that part of him because with me he was different he treated me like a princess he would take me out to fancy dinners something I never asked him to do.He was my first time ." I blushed telling this to Eddie
"How was it ? your first time ?" Eddie asked
"Well it wasn't what I expected you know ,it hurt a lot. I was so nervous I didn't even finish ." I giggle remembering the awful day.
"What ? Really he didn't get you ready or nothing like that ?" I turned to face Eddie, our faces inches from each other. I didn't realize he was back to looking at me .
"What do You mean?" I asked shyly
"Yeah ,like if I would have been with you o-or someone's first time I would roleplay with them first to make them feel good before doing anything ."
"What would you have done?" I asked almost as a whisper.I don't know what had gotten into me being so braved and shit .
Eddie gulps and then looks down at my lips then back to my eyes .
"Well,I-I would put my hand behind her neck like this." He shows me by putting his hand behind my neck and there again is that tingling sensation i can't feel him but I feel that sensation.
I close my eyes trying to imagine his hand on my neck .
"I would lean in like this ." I could hear his voice closer to me and I opened my eyes to be met by those chocolate eyes .
"And what would you do?." I gulp
"Then I would gently press my lips to her lips Like this."I kept my eyes open watching Eddie lean in close to me, his face inches from mine .
I really wish I could close that gap but I know he wouldn't feel anything nor would I .
He stays so close to me for what seems like hours just staring at my lips .
"You have very pretty plump lips ." He says softly
"Yeah ." Was all I said and I knew I was blushing hard.
"Your eyes are beautiful ." I blurted out
"My Mom used to call them Chocolate button eyes ." His voice was so low it was almost as a whisper .
Then there was a knock on the door .
"That must be Dustin ." I got up the bed so fast and ran down the stairs almost tripping on the last step and open the door .
"Hey Dustin!!" I moved to the side to let him in.
"Were you talking To someone ?" He ask looking around the apartment
"No,I was talking to myself. I tend to do that a lot." I answered nervously .How was I going? To explain to him that I was talking to his dead well I don't know if he was dead .Well his friend who he hasn't seen in years and I was so close to his lips and I wanted to kiss them .
"Ah ok well I brought lots of pictures of Eddie so you can finally meet him,he is handsome just don't tell him I told you ." He chuckled
"What ?! " I said softly ,what does he mean not to tell him he said anything ?Can he see Eddie as well?
Did he know I could see him?
No he couldn't. I mean it sounded crazy talking to his dead friend.
But he couldn’t have seen him because he had said he hadn't talked to him In two years .
"I invited some friends over. If that's ok with you,they are bringing more pictures ." Dustin tells me getting me out of my thought’s .
"Yeah that's fine with me, let me just go change really fast ok." I told him .
I ran to the bathroom to go change into something more decent that I was in my pjs still I was glad I had done my makeup earlier.
I ran to the closet and searched around for something to wear and I remembered finding this very cool Metallica shirt on the back of the closet and decided to wear that with black biker shorts and my converse.
"Hey." I hear Eddie's voice behind me
"Hey ." I spun around putting my hair in a high ponytail .
"I like your shirt ." He tells me
"Thanks I found it actually ." I looked down at the shirt I was wearing and it looked exactly like the one Eddie was wearing .
"It's mine ." He says getting closer to me .
"I-I can take it off if you ."
"No it's fine it looks better on you."
"Thanks ."
"So you really like the closet ?" He asked walking around the closet, passing his hands through my hanging clothes.
"Yeah,I love it !!" I said a little bit too enthusiastically.Because I did I’ve the closet so much .
"I'm glad you do ,you don't think it's missing anything?"he asked.
"Nope I think it is perfect, come on, it has a washer and dryer. What more can I ask for ."I tell him pointing at the washer and dryer .
"My uncle and I did it for Chrissy but she didn't like it. She said that there was more stuff missing ." He says in a sad tone.
"Well she doesn't know what she is missing ."
Because it’s true she don’t know whatever fuck she is missing .I mean come on she had a great man who did everything for her but still made him like he was nothing .
Eddie smiles a huge toothy smile and just now I realized that he has dimples and I wish I could always make him smile the way I did just now .
"Aria the guys are here !" Dustin shouts form the living room .
"Well ,I got.."
"Yeah go have fun." Eddie tells me .
I smiled at him and walked out of the closet and back outside to meet the rest of the gang .
"Aria this is Hellfire ."Dustin tells me excitedly.
I was introduced to Gareth ,Jeff ,Grant as the members of Corroded coffin and also Mike ,Lucas and will the little freshman that Eddie took in in high school.
"Eddie had a shirt like that ."Dustin tells me poiting to the shirt I was wearing
"That was the shirt he was wearing when it happened." Gareth suddenly says and now I have all the boys looking at me well at the shirt I was wearing.
What do they mean when it Happen?
Did Eddie die in this shirt ?
I didn't tell them it was actually Eddie I told him that a friend had given it to me not to make things weird .
They changed the subject asking how I met Dustin.They told me they didn’t like talking about the accident afterwards.
We ended up ordering pizzas while we talked about Eddie remembering all the fun they had with him .
Everyone seems to have nice things to say about him.
Eddie was there the whole time asking me to ask Dustin questions if he remembered certain nights of what they used to do and Hellfire meetings.
I learned why the coffee shop was named Hellfire. It was after a D&D club Eddie had back in high school .
I also learned that Eddie hated basketball.
Everyone was surprised when I told them that I used to date Jason and asked me how I could love him if he was such an asshole .
All of them had bad experiences with Jason.
And it honestly made me feel so bad because I always had him so high above in an altar but I guess everyone is not like they seem to be .
I honestly didn't know him anymore. He was such A different person when they talked about him, not the same sweet romantic guy I fell in love with .
The Jasón they talked about was mean .
"You and Eddie would make a perfect couple ." The boy name Mike told me making me blushed
"Yup ,you Two got cheated by the king and queen of Hawkins High school ."Gareth sings songs the last part making everyone chuckle .
"You heard that we make a good couple ." Eddie whispered in my ear making the hairs from my back stand up.
"Shut up ."I said a bit too loud .
Dustin turned to look at me, raising a brow .
Somehow I got a feeling that the kid knows something .
Eddie plop next to me on the couch if he was really here he would have made me jump off with the dramatically way he sat down.
"We go see him every day,we have been going for two years.we have been there next to him all of us ever leaving his side ,his uncle goes every single day as well we are all there ." Dustin tells me out of nowhere .
The rest of the boys stay quiet and some are sniffling.
My heart is breaking just by watching every single one of them cry for there friend.
"Where is he I would love to go visit." I asked them wanting to go visit Eddie if he was in the Hawkins cemetery.
I felt something in my thigh. I don't know how to explain the feeling. I turned to look down and saw Eddie's hand on my thigh.
I look up at him and smile .
"You felt that ?" He asked
"Yeah"from my peripheral I see Dustin looking at me,so I turned my attention to him.
"He is not dead you know ,he is in a coma
In Hawkins Hospital he has been in a coma
For two years ."
"What?" I turned to look at Eddie who moved to sit at the coffee table in front of Dustin.
"Ask him," What happened to me ?" Eddie tells me
"What happened to him ?" I asked Dustin
"The night he propose to Chrissy she broke up with him ,she didn't tell Him why but it destroyed him he got lost in drugs and alcohol then two months later he found out Chrissy was Getting married to Jason he tried to stop her from getting married but she told him she never loved him and that destroyed him even more .
He drank too much that he drove his van into lovers lake .S-Steve was there that night with Nancy on a date and saw everything and he jumped into the lake to get Eddie out but Eddie never woke up ." Dustin starts crying more and so does the rest of the boys ."he tried to kill himself ."
I gasped covering my mouth I was now crying
I wanted to hug Eddie I wanted to tell him
He was worth saving. Why kill himself for someone ?
"He left a letter saying he was tired of being the freak of Hawkins and that he couldn't take the pain anymore ."
Yes I was hurt too and I wanted to die but I had Claire with me who saved me.
Why didn't Eddie go to his friends ,he has a lot of friends who care for him.
"We tried to help him ,but he pushed us away ." Dustin cried "every damn time he pushed us away." Dustin clenched his hand.
I looked at Eddie who was by my side who was crying now and got up and dissapear to thin air.
Dustin and the guys stayed a little bit longer before they had to head home .
I told myself that the next morning I would go visit Eddie at the hospital .
I needed to go visit him.
That night I waited for Eddie to come back but he never did .
I really wish he did .
Next chapter
Vanity Eddie and Wayne did and the Metallica shirt pictures from Pinterest
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05:25
it’s 5:25am (five minutes before his alarm is set to go off), but kita’s already awake due to his phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. his first thought naturally goes to you. what if you need him?
he rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up, grabbing the device and scrolling through the pile of messages. it's not you, apparently the miya twins have woken up in a mood, and they wanted everyone in the group chat to know it.
sometimes, it feels like he's never left high school.
[atsumu] how long do i boil an egg if i want the yellow kind of runny but not too runny?
[omimi has left the chat]
[osamu] are you stupid or are you dumb
[atsumu] are YOU stupid or are YOU dumb?
[osamu] what a weak comeback
[osamu] you’re dumber than a bowl of oatmeal
[atsumu] thicker*
[gin] dumber
[osamu] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N_m5Mwb6U5w
[osamu] how you actually live alone confuses me
[suna] shut the fuck up it’s not even 6
[atsumu] but i want soft boiled not hard
[osamu] just scramble them the way your brain was when you were dropped
[suna] damn lol
[atsumu] i’m telling ma you said that
[osamu] doesn’t matter cause i’m the favourite
[atsumu] no you’re an accident
[suna] you’re literally twins
[atsumu] but i’m older
[aran] google says less than six minutes
[atsumu] for what
[aran] the soft-boiled eggs.
[atsumu] oh thanks :D
[atsumu] also does anyone wanna hang out today??
[aran] no.
[suna] nah
[osamu] no i have work
[atsumu] D:
[aran] osamu isn’t your restaurant closed on sundays?
kita doesn’t think engaging is wise, so he closes the chat, instead checking if there are any messages from you he might have missed.
but there's nothing after the night before, when you’d texted him goodnight.
there’s a little red heart emoji beside the text that still makes him smile as he shuts his phone off, doing a few stretches before heading off to the bathroom.
13:30
kita pulls his cap off, using his forearm to wipe at the thin sheen of sweat on his face as he makes his way back towards the farm for lunch.
he’s sitting on the edge of the deck and shaking the mud from his boots when he hears it.
a single, sharp whistle from his gran in the garden. kita immediately looks to the front gate, where you’re currently parking your bicycle. his gran flashes him a toothy smile and a wink.
he runs a hand through and shakes his hair out a bit, sweeping aside the strands that are stuck to his forehead. he can feel the sweat staining the back of his shirt, but he figures you won’t mind.
(you certainly never let it bother you last week, when you’d ridden him in the seat of their tractor immediately after a day of work.)
you’re coming up the dirt path now, the light sundress barely brushing the hems of your knees and doing things to his body that shouldn’t be happening this close to his grandmother.
you stop to chat with her for a few minutes, kita taking the chance to sneak into the house and lean over the kitchen sink. he’s washing his hands and splashing some cool water over his face when the scent of fresh bread wafts through the room.
he twists to greet you, water dripping down the sides of his face and making him glisten in the afternoon sun.
“hi,” you smile, setting two loaves of sourdough on the table.
“good afternoon,” he grins, opening his arms to let you step into them, wrapping your own around his waist. “what are you doing here?”
humming, you press a light kiss to his jaw. “i came to check on you and see if you’re still up for tonight.”
kita, in turn, presses a kiss to your forehead. “like i’ve insisted almost every day for the past week, of course i am.”
the two of you are headed into the city tonight to meet your parents for dinner. he thinks you’re more nervous than you are at this point, with all the little check-ins and offers to reschedule.
“okay, okay,” you laugh, sounding a little lighter. “here, let me help you make lunch.”
he pouts a little when you slip out of his hold, grabbing one of the loaves and rummaging around the cabinets for a bread knife. while you slice a few pieces, kita grabs some deli meat and lettuce from the fridge, setting them on the counter along with a pitcher of water.
“my dad’s probably going to ask you something cliche, like what your ‘intentions’ are with me,” you sigh as he lets his hands skim up and down your sides. “so just be honest.”
kita knows what his intentions are, and he knows that you know them too. one day he’s going to build a life that you deserve, and more.
but today he feels like teasing, so his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “and what if my intentions are to fuck you into next week?”
he smirks when he feels you shudder against him, gripping the counter when his hands slip up past the hem of your dress, giving your ass a light squeeze. “d— do you want turkey or ham on your sandwich?”
“doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, kissing down the column of your neck.
he’s toying with the hem of your panties when the front door opens, accompanied by a shout of “shin-chan!” from his grandmother.
he pulls his hands away and places a quick kiss to your warm cheek. “looks like we’ll have to wait until tonight.”
[omimi has been added to the chat]
[atsumu] guys i’m bored. someone play imessage games with me
[osamu] you’re literally sitting in my living room
[atsumu] exactly. gettin bored of seeing ur ugly mug
[aran] you have the same face.
[aran] and why are you guys texting? just talk to each other
[atsumu] no
[osamu] no
[suna] atsumu we were playing 8 ball last week and you still haven’t played back
[osamu] cause you were about to win
[atsumu] no!!! i didn’t see the message
[suna] lol read receipts are on
[suna] attachment: 1 image
[osamu] confirmed: the only thing miya atsumu can finish is himself
[suna] HA
[aran] oh my god
[atsumu] kita please help i’m being bullied :(
[atsumu] can i run away to your farm because i’m obviously not appreciated here
[kita] no.
[atsumu] :’(
[kita] i have an important date tonight.
[kita] and no, you can’t come.
22:13
“you said all the right things tonight,” you breathe between kisses that taste like red wine. “dad really likes you. pretty sure mom is in love with you.”
the ‘build a life’ speech he’d been practicing for the past two weeks had earned him an approving handshake from your father and a tight hug from your mother.
he’s pretty sure it’d worked on you too. he’s always had you, sure, but with your parent’s stamp of approval, now he has you for good.
and you’re showing him, alright.
cause now you’re tugging his loosened tie over his head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor as he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt. once it’s off and out of the way, he walks the two of you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fall into a heap on the bed.
his phone buzzes and lights up insistently on the nightstand, your eyes briefly flicking to it as he works your tights down your legs.
“they always need you, huh?”
“they don’t matter.” kita reaches for his phone, flipping it screen-down and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “only you do.”
[atsumu] who here has met his girlfriend
[aran] i have. multiple times
[suna] i’ve met her once or twice
[osamu] yeah she comes by the shop when he makes deliveries
[atsumu] WHAT??? am i the only one who hasn’t?
[osamu] maybe he’s embarrassed of you
[aran] ^
[suna] ^
[atsumu] that can’t be it i’m the coolest one here
[osamu] you must mean funniest cause that’s a joke if i’ve ever heard one
[atsumu] i hate it here
#kita x reader#this is crack and im sorry#kita shinsuke x reader#kita shinsuke#miya atsumu#miya osamu#suna rintarou#aran ojiro#haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabbles
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the house, m | ot7 | phase one
full title: the hell house
pairing(s): ot7 x reader
phase one (hyung line) >> phase two (maknae line)
summary: Welcome to the Hell House. Some call it resident evil. Some call it a haunted house. Some call it a waste of space (rude). Enter if you dare – the Doctor will ensure that you never come out the same. What's that? Why are you going with your seven fuckbuddies? You wouldn't... fuck in there, right? (Yes, you would.)
warnings: rated M (18+) for language, MAD HORNY CHAOTIC ENERGY; unprotected supernatural monster sex (you will never be in these situations... at least, I hope not o_o); crack; fluff amidst the wild fucking; hyung line smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics in some scenes, multiple orgasms, nipple play, handjob, m and f-receiving oral, penetrative sex, ass eating, creampie, edging, cowgirl; this sounds normal but it is not, I am just avoiding spoilers except: futanari warning); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader; each member has their own scene in their POV
appearances based on PTD On Stage + the Doctor
'journey' au, although can be read alone
when I said this is a harem hentai featuring you and BTS, I meant it
it is 25k+ words, so it had to be split into two parts, sigh
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"I'm going to die. Tonight, right here. It's gonna happen. I can feel it. I'm too handsome to die. I'm the main character. The main character can't die."
"Is Seokjin-hyung okay?"
"He seems fine to me," replied a deep, bored voice.
"Ican'tdothisohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodwhyamIherewhatislifewhydoweexist?"
"And Hoseokie-hyung?"
"Here, Hoseok, have some tea," Min Yoongi said calmly, putting his arm around Jung Hoseok, who was wearing all white, relaxed sweater layered over a large dress shirt, track pants with a neon rainbow stripe, complexion included. Hoseok stared up at the looming large house with the black metal gates. He took the silver thermos from Yoongi with shaking hands and took a sip, his large brown eyes darting from side to side, taking in the moonlight reflecting off the cracked windows, the missing or broken black shutters, the exposed, weathered brick, and the sign at the front held up by a plastic skeleton.
WELCOME TO THE HELL HOUSE!
KINDLY AWAIT YOUR TURN TO DIE.
THANK YOU.
Hoseok sputtered and jerked his head to Yoongi. "Ack, is that ginger?!"
Yoongi shrugged, black leather jacket creaking. "Good for the indigestion you're inevitably having right now." His dark silver-gray hair caught the moonlight, lighting up his amused expression as Hoseok fanned his tongue and complained, forgetting about the terrifying haunted house in front of them.
"Where's the troublemaker that suggested this?" Kim Taehyung muttered, hands on his hips.
"With the other troublemaker that's not going to get scared at all and laugh at us," Park Jimin muttered, popping up next to him wearing the same pumpkin sweater Taehyung was wearing.
"Why are you guys matching?" Kim Namjoon wondered out loud, scratching his head. His hair was still short and dark, more black than brown.
"Because I accidentally ordered two," Jimin sighed.
"Wasn't an accident. You wanted free shipping."
"I meant to get a different design, but I had waited too long and the other designs were sold out."
"The things we do for free shipping," Namjoon mused sagely.
“Hey guys! Heeeeeeey!”
“Ah, the troublemaker.”
“Both of them.”
“You’re dressed up,” Yoongi mused, tilting his head as you ran up to the group.
“Of course, I am! It’s Halloween!” you exclaimed, waving your giant fake syringe around. Short, tight white minidress with red piping, white thigh-thighs attached to a red garter belt, white loafers. Long sleeves, because you weren’t about to freeze, prop syringe, tiny white hat with a big red plus sign at the center. Oh, and a white face mask. Safety first. “I’m a nurse.”
“Did you nurse Jungkookie back to health?” Yoongi snickered, cocking an eyebrow at the mint-haired man behind you, stumbling to a stop, panting hard. He was wearing a white shirt and a black fleece jacket, along with pumpkin sunglasses. His hair was a cool mint, silver right eyebrow piercing glinting above the smiling pumpkin lens, silver lip ring gleaming on the right side of his lips.
You placed you hands on your hips, beaming proudly. “I did!”
“You railed him.”
Jeon Jungkook choked. “What, no, I obviously–”
“Hell yeah, I railed him!”
Jimin and Taehyung burst out laughing as Jungkook tried to refute you. Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi smiled knowingly. Hoseok was as white as a sheet, even whiter now that his hair was black.
“G-Guys, did you hear that…?”
A crow cawed loudly, silencing everyone.
Seokjin clutched Namjoon like a rosary, jerking him from side to side. “H-H-Hear what, what am I supposed to be hearing, Hoseok?” he yelped shrilly as Namjoon sputtered dizzily, putting up his fists even though he had no idea what he was supposed to be fighting.
Everyone crowded around Hoseok in a semicircle, looking towards the empty street, suddenly aware that no one was around, suddenly realizing that the street was deserted and it was a bit foggy, and suddenly that was much weirder than the haunted house behind you because where had all the people gone?
You brandished the giant fake syringe like a sword, looking out to the vacant street and flickering streetlights.
“Nice butt,” Yoongi commented behind you.
“Hyung, this isn’t the time to – oh wow, nice butt,” Jimin said distractedly. “There’s even a little red bow in the back. Cute.”
“There is? Oh, that is cute,” added a deep baritone voice. You suddenly felt Taehyung’s hand on your butt. “Ah, always so fun to squeeze. Your legs look great too. Jungkook, get your hand off her other butt cheek, you selfish little shit–” Oh, that was the owner of the other hand. You turned to your right to look at the black blob that was probably Jungkook, about to chastise him for being greedy, and Jungkook was not the one standing there.
There was a big white beak in your face.
“Welcome to the Hell House,” the beak said in a resonating, surreal voice.
“Gah!”
Everyone jumped back, staring at the tall black form with a white plague doctor mask. The mask covered the entire face. It had round, black-tinted lenses where the eyes would be. The rest of the body was covered in black – large wide-brimmed black hat, long coat with ruffled brocade lapels, robes that touched the floor and covered any indication of shoes or pants, and a covering over the neck and head that concealed the hair and skin color.
The white beak tilted, almost playful.
“You may call me the Doctor. I take care of the Hell House that you have so graciously booked an appointment with.”
It was hard to tell if it was a male or female voice. Well, it was hard to tell if it was a human voice. Whoever it was must be using a voice changer. The white beak tilted the other way, leaning down, and you realized this Doctor… person was rather tall. Obscenely tall. Maybe on stilts or platform shoes or something. The body shape was completely concealed under the layers and layers of black.
“Was it you who booked the appointment?”
The voice changer made the chuckle almost sinister. Almost.
Cool!
You nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I heard a lot about this place. Everyone goes in and no one comes out the same,” you explained, wiggling your arms spookily, recalling the reviews. “They were all really vague about what actually happens though. They said you have to sign a waiver.” You frowned. “This isn’t like a SAW movie, is it?”
The white beak tipped up and bounced heartily, a crackly laugh piercing the air. You noticed there was a think black leather choker around the neck with a dangling silver crescent moon. Ah, probably to hide the voice changer. “No, I will not be putting your lives on the line. Not this time.”
“Not this time?” Hoseok squeaked behind you.
“Oh, but everyone said there has to be a sacrifice,” you remembered. “What do they mean by that?”
The white beak lowered; the eyeless black lenses pointed in your direction.
“There must be a destination, of course. Someone to save to encourage the players pass their test and reach the end goal,” the Doctor explained.
“But that means one person won’t walk through the house. They won’t get the full experience,” you complained, waving the syringe at the beak.
“On the contrary.”
And then all of a sudden, the beak was in your face, brim of the hat touching your forehead. Holy shit! How did they get so close so fast? Holy shit! How cool! You felt a shiver of excitement shoot up your spine.
“The sacrifice will be tested more than all the rest. It is, perhaps, the most dangerous position of all.”
“Then Jungkook should do it.”
The beak retreated as you snapped your head around to the immediate suggestion. Jungkook whipped his head to the voice – his hand was still on your ass all this time, along with Taehyung’s – glaring at Seokjin. The eldest clutched the back of Namjoon’s navy denim jacket and peered over the broad shoulder with a not-so-innocent innocent expression. “What? He should! He’s the bravest!”
“That’s why he should be with us!” Jimin protested, yanking on Jungkook’s free arm. “We’re gonna die without him!”
“I’m gonna die without him,” Hoseok wheezed, looking like he was about to faint. Yoongi held him up by the collar, looking indifferent.
“I’m too handsome to die,” Seokjin wailed.
“No one is gonna die,” Taehyung coughed. He jerked his head to the Doctor. “No one is gonna die, right?”
“None of you will become Mr. Skelly over there, no.”
A black-gloved hand appeared out of the coat and pointed to the plastic skeleton holding the sign that said, WELCOME TO THE HELL HOUSE! KINDLY AWAIT YOUR TURN TO DIE. THANK YOU.
“It says we’re going to die.”
“That’s just for dramatic effect,” the Doctor chuckled. “Everyone will need to live so you can write raving reviews and I can get more visitors to make some money. Sigh. Rent isn’t cheap these days.”
“That it isn’t,” Namjoon nodded sagely.
“I’ll do it.”
Everyone turned to stare at you.
You bounced over to the Doctor and waved your giant fake syringe with a big grin. “Doctor and nurse, right? It’s perfect!”
“Er, not the right kind of doctor…”
“Also, you look more like a slutty porn nurse than an actual nurse…”
“That’s Miss Slutty Porn Nurse to you,” you warned, jabbing the air with the syringe. “And I’m going to leave with the Doctor, hmph!” You stopped in the middle of your stomping away, realizing you had no idea where to go or what to do. You looked up at the white plague doctor mask, asking, “Are you alone, Doctor? Do you have helpers?”
A low, crackling laugh bubbled from the mask, sinister and demonic.
“Ohohoho...”
The beak turned, slowly, slowly, pointed down, eyeless lenses on you.
“I have more than enough help… now.”
-
“Bro, we just signed papers and had to give a fingerprint. I couldn’t even read the waivers because it’s so dark in here.”
“We’re going to die.”
“What do you think they meant by being tested? Something on the waiver said we had to pass a test.”
“Oh, fuck, we’re going to have to use our education? I’m doomed.”
“We’re going to die.”
“Stop saying that. The Doctor said we weren’t going to be Mr. Skelly.”
“Do you even trust that guy?”
“Do we even know if it’s a guy?!”
“Well, they’re not a bird, we know that.”
“You think you’re so funny. I hope you get eaten.”
“Ow, Jimin, you stepped on my foot.”
“Taehyung, I’m on your left side.”
There was a startled yelp and panicked gasping as bodies tumbled into each other. The candles at the top of the foyer flickered, some of them going out. Seven pairs of eyes looked up, seeing the tall skylight. The moon shone above them, gleaming with tendrils of red.
Something large crawled over the cracked glass, something with too many legs.
“Oh my God.”
“Hoseok! Hoseok, don’t faint, get it together!”
“Hyung, here, have some water!”
“Ack! That’s disgusting!”
“That’s Yoongi-hyung’s ginger tea, oops…”
“The Doctor said we should go through these doors, right?”
The seven pairs of eyes stared at the large, intricately carved French doors made of thick, heavy wood.
“I mean… should we just go?”
“You want to leave our nurse behind?”
Silence.
“I’m gonna miss that pussy, but I am too handsome to die.”
“Hyung, get back here.”
Two hands pressed against the thick wooden doors. One bare, one tattooed. They pushed the doors open without fear, revealing the pitch-black darkness within.
“Don’t worry hyungs. We got this! I’ll protect you guys.”
Seven men stepped inside, and all seven men suddenly found themselves alone.
-
“A blindfold? Kinky.”
“Precautions are incredibly kinky, Miss Slutty Porn Nurse.”
You pouted as the Doctor fitting the silk black blindfold over your eyes. “But I wanna see.”
“You will see.”
The voice neared and suddenly it didn’t seem to resonate anymore, suddenly it sounded human, suddenly it sounded real, like a voice you’ve heard before, but you still couldn’t tell if it was male or female, couldn’t place the age or accent, seeming more like an omnipresent god that was by your side than a human being.
“You will see everyone and everything.”
The ground beneath you moved and you stumbled, startled at the rising floor, falling back into a mountain of fabric, strong hands on your shoulders, clutching your prop, the giant fake syringe, and then it was gone, where did it go, what was going on, why did you lift your head even though you couldn’t see anything, why did it feel like the layers of clothing were surrounding you, warm with a faint smokey and sweet scent, gloved hands sliding down and ghosting your body, closing in.
You racked your brain to remember if the waiver had some clause where you agreed to star in a spooky porno. Not that you wouldn’t, because you would if you were getting some percentage of the profits and if your co-stars were your seven favorite dicks who, hey, just so happened to be in the same house, maybe it was a spooky porno, well then, hell yeah!
You were probably too comfortable with this.
“You are too comfortable with this.”
You jumped, realizing you were now sitting in a quilted velvet chair, your syringe in your lap.
“You can read minds?” you called to the darkness, still wearing the blindfold.
“I can do a lot of things. If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s predictable.”
Uh. Okay.
“Um… w-what happens now…?”
“What do you think?”
You sat there, confused.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t thinking what you were thinking seconds ago. There’s no money involved though. I won’t be selling this.”
Lightbulb. “Porn?” you echoed.
A low chuckle.
“It’s what you think it is, but also not.”
Where have you heard that before?
The tie of the blindfold loosened and suddenly you saw Kim Namjoon in front of you.
But also not.
You blinked slowly. You were looking at him waist height. Wow, he was tall. And sexy. And confused. He even looked sexy when confused. He was frowning. You realized none of the other guys were standing around him. He was in a giant library, staring at the massive bookshelves that were wall-to-wall. You could see him. He was right there. You opened your mouth to call to him.
You couldn’t.
And then you realized the body you were in was not your body, because the head was not attached to the neck.
The Doctor spoke behind you, orchestrating everything.
“And so, the experience begins … in proper order, of course.”
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kim namjoon.
He was in a library.
“Guys?”
Kim Namjoon turned around and tried the door again. Ugh. Nothing. He squinted at the old knob, rubbing the door plate. There didn’t seem to be a place to put a key. He checked the tarnished brass knob once more. Smacked it with his palm, making the door rattle. Did it again, harder. Nothing. Damn. What was the point of being the God of Destruction if the things he wanted to break didn’t break?! Normally he wasn’t overly fond of the nickname, but right now it would be pretty damn useful.
“You can’t break the door.”
He spun around, looking around quickly. “W-Who’s there?”
The room was quite large. Every wall was filled with books. Smelled like it too, like old pages and leather. Across from the room was a large fireplace. There were a few tall windows with faint rays of silver moonlight streaming through. The colors were desaturated because of the lack of light, but Namjoon could make out the dark green of the armchairs and matching sofa facing towards the fireplace.
Uh oh.
Someone…. Something was sitting in one of the chairs.
The fireplace abruptly roared to life, blasting the dark room with orange flames.
Namjoon yelped, recoiling at the sudden influx of light, his eyes having already adjusted to the darkness. It took him a moment to blink rapidly, squinting, trying to make out the form by the fireplace.
Wait.
He knew that face.
He called your name, hesitantly.
“Hey, Namjoon.”
He frowned. You hadn’t been wearing that floaty high-necked cream nightgown though. It didn’t really suit you, a bit too Victorian and outdated with the ruffles and the big billowy skirt with no waistline. It looked fake, like a costume. He frowned, walking towards you. It must be you right? That was your face and your smile. Namjoon always thought you had a nice smile. Your smile could be cute or it could be mischievous, but it always made his heart flutter seeing it. It made him want to do things to keep that smile on your face.
Whatever you wanted, even if it was a little naughty.
Especially if it was a little naughty.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be at the end,” Namjoon questioned, scratching his head. “Did I somehow stumble my way to the end? I walked into the black hall with the others, but we all got separated and then I accidentally locked myself in this room… oops…”
His eye caught the shine of a small, clouded, gold-framed mirror propped against a dark green book on the mantle of the fireplace. The hardcover looked very old, with peeling linen edges. The title was in English, gold glided letters faded, barely legible.
The Headless Horseman by Thomas Mayne Reid.
“Namjoon, can I kiss you?” you asked, smiling at him.
He smiled back, holding up his hand, beckoning you to him. “Yeah. Of course. Come here.”
You stood up and there was something strange about it. Sometimes you would playfully cock you head or tick your chin to tease him, but your head was very straight. Still, the playful smirk was familiar, and so was the position of your hands, toying with the front buttons of the nightgown. There were buttons all the way down – easy access, perfect – and suddenly Namjoon forgot he was standing in a haunted house when his lips touched your lips, a soft, delicate kiss that took his breath away, immediately deepening, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and your hands taking his free one, guiding him to the opening at the front of your dress, now unbuttoned, and he gasped, fingertips grazing bare skin, your nipples already hard from the coolness of the room, your scent in his nose. He loved that scent, sometimes bringing his clothes to his nose after you left him, enjoying the familiarity. This was familiar too, doing things that he wasn’t supposed to be doing, with you, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples, pinching them, cupping your cheek as you whined into his mouth, your hands wandering down, stroking his growing erection through his tan trousers. He tilted his head, kissing you deeper, sliding his tongue into your mouth, fucking it, savoring your moan and your whimper for more.
Namjoon opened his eyes, sensing something was off.
And then he screamed.
“What the fuck?!”
Your head was in his hand and your body wasn’t attached to your head.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
What…
WHAT’S WRONG?!
Namjoon sputtered, holding you head, gawking at your headless body – oh, well, at least there wasn’t a huge, gaping wound of blood and guts, just a weird smooth skin-like surface poking out of the ruffled neckline, wait, was that better or worse? Namjoon couldn’t decide – struggling to choose whether to drop your head or not, because chucking your head away from him would be very rude, but you were headless, not nearly headless, actually headless, what the fuck???
“Oh… You’re not going to pass your test?”
Namjoon jerked his head towards your, er, disembodied head in his hand. “Wha… What?”
“Your test.”
He blinked slowly. “… My test?”
And suddenly Namjoon found he was very, incredibly, disturbingly horny.
You smiled at him in his hand and he was finding it less and less weird by the second.
“The sacrifice doesn’t actually sacrifice anything,” you explained to him. “Only the players sacrifice something.”
Um, your body was moving and it was taking off his denim jacket. Well, it was quite hot with the fire on and his surging arousal. He had to switch hands so you – your body? good gracious, how was he supposed to differentiate – could remove it, tossing it to the armchair, your hands sliding up his shirt, shivering slightly at the coolness of your touch on his skin.
“Sacrifice w-what?” he gasped, trying to figure out why he was so horny. He did not have a Headless Horseman kink.
Wait.
Namjoon looked up to the mantle of the fireplace, seeing the old book.
The Headless Horseman by Thomas Mayne Reid.
His pants were being removed.
He looked at your head. “The Doctor. What do they want?”
You smiled, the fire casting shadows over your face, making you more mischievous.
“Orgasms.”
Oh, right.
Right, yeah, that totally makes NO FUCKING SENSE.
Namjoon rational brain was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, but his lizard brain was telling him to put your head onto his raging, now exposed hard-on that was currently being touched and jacked by your hands. He sucked in a breath, looking down, still very confused, but now preoccupied with your breasts pressed up to his naked ass and your arms winding around his hips, rubbing the pre-cum all over his stiff length, your hard nipples rubbing against the back of his thighs.
It was very disorienting.
He was very horny.
“You’re, um, not really dead or anything, right? Please tell me you’re not.”
You laughed brightly. “Nah. It’s part of the experience.” Right. Experience. This was either very good CGI or some unexplainable hocus pocus and Namjoon was beginning to think it was the latter. “Remember what I said? Everyone goes in and no one comes out the same.” No wonder the reviews were vague. How was he supposed to explain this? My fuckbuddy materialized as a headless being and I had an immense, uncontrollable urge to fuck her. And am probably going to. Right now. Yeah, no. He was going to keep this to himself.
Yeah, maybe Namjoon was about to develop a Headless Horseman kink.
“So… this isn’t real?”
You popped out of his hand, floating.
Uh…!
You tilted your head, grinning. “You tell me if this feels real or not.”
“What – oh, fuck!”
Your head swooped down, your hair flaring out and then your tongue was on him, wrapping around the swollen head of his cock, dripping saliva everywhere and, despite the literal millions of questions his very wrinkly brain had for trying to rationalize what the fuck was going on, Namjoon’s horny brain was now on full-blast, squashing all the questions and cramming them into the part of the brain labelled, Random Things to Remember at Inopportune Times Such as Existential Crisis Moments Right Before Bed.
Yes, at this moment, Namjoon decided he did not care about anything but getting his dick sucked.
It might not have been the most lucid choice, but he wasn’t even sure if this was real life and, anyway, Namjoon never turned down a sex dream no matter how weird it was. It certainly didn’t feel like a dream. He was looking down and it felt very real, watching your head under his length and he felt the warmth of your wet pink tongue flick upwards and curl around his girth, felt your spit-covered hands coating him all over, a tight, unhindered grip. It was an unbelievable angle, but your head wasn’t attached to your body, remember – oh, that was a weird thing to remember – but how else would he be able to feel your hard nipples rubbing all over his ass while you were stroking his cock and have you lick his balls with minimal effort, able to get lower and suck them both in your mouth, ho-o-oly shit, tongue circling the sensitive skin and the red head of his cock rubbing against your forehead, in complete ecstasy but also vaguely wondering how you hands knew what to do.
Stop wondering Namjoon, it’s magic, who the fuck cares?
Well, okay, he accepted that answer for now.
“Just, fuck, put it in your mouth!”
He grabbed your head and pressed the tip into your lips, forcing his way into your mouth. Your hands let him go, sliding down, cupping his wet balls with wet hands, and he moaned, forcing his way down your throat, ugh, you always took him so well, always with those pretty eyes looking up at him, throat tight and willing, a tiny bit of defiance but succumbing to his thrusts the rougher they were, knowing exactly what he liked, massaging his balls with perfect precision, something you couldn’t do when being face-fucked – there were bodily limits after all, you always had to hold onto his thighs to keep your head still – but not now, not now because your head was still in his hands, sorcery or whatever, who the fuck cared, deeper, rough, strong, everything you liked, moaning in your throat, vibrating him, your nails raking the underside of his wet balls, oh, fuuuck, that’s so good, oh shit, circling the sensitive skin, tingles up his spine that melded with the constant pleasure of your tight, wet throat and, well.
You could probably…
Fuck it.
Namjoon let go of your head.
Yup, your head kept moving.
This was all very surreal but he tried not to think about it too much.
“Come here,” he growled.
He gripped your shoulder and dragged you around, pulling off the unbuttoned nightgown and revealing your naked body – mmm, headless or not, still sexy, bruh, this was weird – stepping back and pushing your body into the armchair. He was careful not to hit your head… still sucking to his dick, oh, f-fuck, that thing you did with your tongue running up from base to the head felt amazing, and grabbed your ass, pulling you up, your hands gripping the armrests of the chair, arms trembling as he planted his face into your wet pussy.
The traditional sixty-nine was great, but not exactly the most optimal to get the most pleasurable position of eating out and sucking dick. You could get the best positions in a threesome, but Namjoon didn’t want a threesome. He wanted your mouth and your pussy. That wasn’t possible, under normal circumstances.
Unless…?
Unless your head was detached from your body, eh?
Oh dear, maybe he did have a Headless Horseman kink.
The time to be worried about the weirdness of his kinks was not now, because, as usual, you tasted like delectable sin itself, thick and sweet and viscous, sticking to his cheeks and mouth, making him moan and thrust into your mouth, so tight and soft, fuck, he loved your tight mouth and soft lips. He shoved his tongue inside you, oh, yes, so delicious, your moan stimulating his entire length and your pussy leaking into his mouth, his tongue circling your entrance, flicking that hard nub that made you whimper and plead for him, bucking his hips into your face to shut you up, rough but he knew you could take it, especially because your approval gushed into his mouth. He had so much control like this, fuck, it was addicting, closing his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking hard, feeling it throb under his tongue and get bigger, lapping at it rapidly, precision and power, thrusting his hips in time with his tongue, your taste in his throat and feeding his pleasure, your hips shaking in his hands.
He was so close so fast.
It took no time at all.
Your mouth at the perfect position, your pussy perfectly in his face, swollen clit at the mercy of his tongue, sucking hard, his twitching cock buried into your constricting throat, wet balls smacking your chin, your tongue sliding up and rubbing against the slit before going back down and choking yourself with his thick girth.
Namjoon groaned into your pussy, sucking hard.
You whined and he shot into your throat, forcing you to swallow or choke, and you chose to swallow of course, flooding his chin and cheeks with a splatter of your juices, sticky and delicious, forcing him to lick it off or breathe and he chose to lick it off, moaning, feeling your tongue circle around him, drinking his cum in loud gulps, yelping as he lowered your hips and attached his mouth to your nipples, licking them all over, pinching the other, squeezing the hard nub.
Your mouth detached from him, head floating back up.
“H-Hey…! My head might be detached, but I can still f-feel everything!”
“Yeah?” Namjoon chuckled, realizing his voice was now gravelly and excessively deep, but he remembered you liked that. “You can feel this?”
He gripped both of your hard nipples and tugged up, clamping them between his fingertips.
“A-Ah, y-yes, I caaaaaaan…”
He cocked an eyebrow. A thought crossed his mind. “Do I need a condom?”
Your face was twisted in pleasure, but you gave him an incredulous look regardless. “Namjoon, my head isn’t attached to my fucking body. I’m pretty sure pregnancy is out of the question.”
Oh, right.
He plunged his still-hard cock between your spread-open legs.
“Gah!”
He let go of your nipples and grabbed your head, kissing you, tasting himself in your lips, slapping his hips into you. Oh, fuck, he always dreamed about this, maybe (intact) you would let him at some point, but for the moment he was going to savor your delicious, raw pussy sucking him in, every ridge and pulse pleasuring him from head to base, his entire length in pure ecstasy, pulling you away from his face, grinning, crazy ideas flying through his head.
“Suck my balls.”
You gawked at him. “How the fuck–?”
Even you seemed to forget your head was detached.
Namjoon arced his arm around and shaved your face into his ass, slapping his hips down into yours. He grabbed your hands and pushed them to your tits, your body getting the hint, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, your moans vibrating his nuts as your tongue flew over them sloppily, licking yourself and him, saliva everywhere, messy, dirty, and Namjoon realized that there was a big downside to all this despite the vast amount of pleasure he was getting from your lips wrapping around one of his balls as he steadily and powerfully pounded your pussy.
He missed seeing your face.
Weird skin-covered neck stump was not doing it for him.
Er.
Thus, he chose to stare at your tits, his hands on the armrests of your chair, much better, your pretty hands on your pretty breasts playing with your nipples, focusing on the way you clenched around him and your agile tongue flickering over his balls and grazing his asshole, do it, lick me all over dirty girl, this was a fantasy anyway, right, and you did, warm wet tongue circling the tight ring of muscle, holy shit, sucking on his balls and his ass, reaching back with one hand and spreading himself out to give you more access, hitting that depth and your walls choking him, and he was there, there, orgasm so fast and so hard. He bellowed your name so loudly that it filled up the entire library, the coil inside him snapping, his cock jerking inside you, fierce pumps filling you deep inside, hearing the lewd squelch of punching his own cum deeper into you with every continued thrust, your walls shuddering and throbbing around him, spilling your release onto his crotch and down his balls for your waiting mouth to lick up.
Wow.
Future Namjoon would be very jealous of past Namjoon as he continued to slowly thrust into you, getting himself hard again, because why the fuck not creampie you?
“Er, can your head come back up here? I miss your face…”
“Oh, yeah, sure, but that’s a bit normal, isn’t it? We should try all the weird stuff when I’m like this, no?”
“One normal orgasm and then we’ll go back to experimenting, okay?”
“Oookay…”
Before your head returned, Namjoon spotted a crystal sitting on the mantle, sitting beside the worn-out book. He must have missed it earlier. It was greenish-blue with tinges of pink in the firelight, glimmering like the aurora borealis in the darkness.
Your face came into view and he looked away, capturing you in a kiss.
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kim seokjin.
“Okay, Seokjin, you can do this. You can. There’s light there. It’s fine. It’s fine.”
Kim Seokjin peered down the dark stone hallway and heard the sound of dripping water.
“Yeah, FUCK NO, LET ME OUT!”
He spun around and came face-to-face with the stone wall, about to beat his fists against it, but then he would injure his beautiful hands and fighting rock wasn’t exactly his forte, so he resorted to yelling at it.
“Yah! I know you have cameras here!” His eyes darted to the corners of the hall, peering at the crevices of stone, searching for the glare of a lens. “Where is camera? Eh? I know there has to be one!” There had to be, otherwise how would they guarantee the safety of this billion-won face?! Not that Seokjin had a billion won – yet – but it wasn’t out of the realm of question!
“H-Hey! This isn’t funny! Well, they didn’t say it was going to be funny, they said it was going to be scary… hey! I don’t like scary! Then why did you come, Seokjin? I don’t know, she was acting really cute and everyone else was coming with me, so I figured it would be okay, but now I’m separated and I don’t know how I got here…”
This was a very impressive monologue. Someone better be filming this so he could submit it as an audition tape later.
Focus, Seokjin!
“Um…”
He edged down the hallway, back to the stone. He wiggled forward slightly, getting closer and closer to the corner.
“Hello?”
There was light past the corner. He could see it, silvery moonlight that pooling out. He could only see part of it. He would have to look around the corner to see more.
“H-Hello?”
It echoed a little. The sound of dripping water was faint, probably at the far, far side of the room.
“If you’re a spooky person, I’ll fight you! I’m not the bravest but I’m too handsome to die and the main character can’t die!”
Right?
Seokjin looked up at the ceiling and mouthed, you better not let me die, not at least without eating a delicious meal beforehand, I want medium rare steak, a huge piece, I’m talking ginormous–
His talk with the higher beings was interrupted by the sound of your name.
Seokjin shrieked and jumped his length in height.
“AAAAAAA!”
Wait.
“Namjoon?!”
He recognized that strong, deep voice. Oh, sweet alpacas with red scarves, he was saved!
“Namjoon! Namjoon-ah, hyung is coming! Please save me!”
Okay, he sounded braver until the last declaration, but that didn’t matter because Seokjin was running, his black cardigan flapping over his thick white sweater, it was kind of cold here, yeesh, skidding on his sneakers as he rounded the corner, hoping to fall into Kim Namjoon’s massive chest and biceps, but he did not.
Instead, he encountered a huge, ginormous cavern.
“W-Whoa!”
Was he underground? Holy shit, this thing was HUGE, bigger than his admiration for his own face (impressive). Seokjin took a few steps inward, jaw dropped, looking at the walls that shimmered with greens and blues. The grey stone here seemed to have crystals embedded in it. He ran his fingers over it, entranced by the unique color, and looked up to see the domed cavern, the geodes connecting to create a vein-like pattern that circled around the top opening way, way up there, exposing the night sky of stars and a full moon covered in tendrils of red.
Well.
Seokjin could not do one pull-up, let alone rock climb his ass up there.
Shit.
The blue-green crystals shimmered and seemed to pulse with glimmers of pink, similar to an aurora borealis.
“How did that house hide this huge room?” he wondered out loud, shuffling his way downward. The floor sloped down but he was too busy staring up to search for an exit – or a camera. Any evidence at all that someone was watching.
Please, someone be watching and ensure my safety.
“Namjoon?” Seokjin called again, remembering that he somehow heard his friend’s voice, finally lowering his head to look in front of him. He was at the center of the massive rock cavern now.
He did not see Namjoon.
Seokjin saw himself.
“Gah!”
He jumped back and the other person jumped back. Whoa! Wait. He frowned and the other person frowned. Hold up. He scooted a little closer and stuck his tongue out and waved his hands. The other person did the same.
Oh. It was his reflection.
Seokjin checked his hair, arranging the black strands and exposing a little of his forehead. Nice. “Wow, friend, you look great today! Very handsome!” Yes, maybe he was going to die, but he was not going to die without a compliment, even if he was complimenting himself. There was no one else he could coerce, ahem, gently remind to provide him with words of affirmation, so Seokjin was simply going to have to do it himself.
“What a weird place to put a mirror though,” he mumbled, gazing at the thick, intricate gold frame. “At least it’s being put to good use though, haha! After all, I am here to check and see if it still works, right? Someone has to do it, ehe!”
Yes, Seokjin was talking to himself to ease his compounding nervousness, please send help, he was about to have a mental breakdown in two seconds. He tried to focus on something else, like the details in front of him. The mirror was very large and stood alone in the center of the cavern. It towered above him, hand-carved floral pattern all over, arched frame with extended posts at the top corners. The center tapered to a point, grooved spokes framing a grape-shaped decorative wooden onlay.
He paused, seeing writing at the top of the mirror. Seokjin squinted. It appeared to be some sort of notice. A sign, perhaps. He placed his hands on his hips and frowned at it.
“Hmph. Well, that sign can’t stop me because I can’t read!”
He looked down and Korean splashed across the mirror.
“Oi!”
Apparently, the mirror came with subtitles.
The Mirror of Erised
erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
Okay, never mind.
“What kind of shitty Korean translation is this? Yah, did you use Google Translate? At least use Papago!”
The text disappeared as Seokjin waved his fist and yelled at the clouds in the sky above him.
“Sheesh…”
He sighed and lowered his gaze again, looking back at the mirror.
It was not him in the mirror.
Well… it was. And it wasn’t. Because that was his face… but softer, more feminine features. And that was his hair, but longer, framing the symmetrical face, large brown eyes, long lashes, full lips. And the body… was not his body. The body was wearing a long, black silk robe that clung to all the curves. Seokjin recognized that body, because it was his favorite – other than his own – his favorite that belonged to a great laugh, one that he treasured very much. A bright laugh that accompanied his shitty dad jokes when no one else would.
Maybe to boost his pride, but Seokjin didn’t care, because you were doing it for him.
It was his favorite body and just looking at it made his heart race and heat pool downward.
He reached up and touched his fingertips to the reflective glass, calling your name softly.
“Hey, Seokjin.”
That was definitely your voice.
You raised your left hand touched the glass too, and he could almost feel the heat of your fingertips.
“Wha… What are you doing in there?” he asked, concerned, placing his other hand on the glass. “And why do you have my face? What’s going on?”
“What do you mean, what am I doing in here?” You frowned, confused. “This is your test.”
Test? Oh, right. He was in the haunted house with that weird beaky Doctor… person. The waiver said something about a test. Wait. Was he still even in the haunted house? How did a house have such a big cave? Was he in an alternate dimension? Ugh. This was too much. Seokjin liked simple thoughts. Too much thinking was Namjoon’s job, not his job. His job was to stand there and look pretty and occasionally cook a delicious feast.
“Guh?”
Great response, Seokjin. If acting school taught you anything it was to speak from the heart and, by golly, what a heart you got there with your ever expressive ‘guh,’ your professor would have a hissy fit and make you redo the scene.
“This is a mirror that shows your greatest desire,” you explained.
His eyes widened. “R-Really?”
You furrowed your – his? – eyebrows.
“What do you mean, why do I have you face?”
Seokjin backed up a little. “Er…”
Your eyes widened, pointing at him. “Your greatest desire is to fuck a female version of yourself with my body?!”
Bullseye, right to the heart, panic, panic, panic, deny, deny, deny!
“What, n-no, whatever gave you t-that idea, I – why are you in there anyway, shouldn’t I be trying to get you out, ahahahahahahaha–”
“Seokjin!”
“It might be nice?!” he yelped shrilly, immediately giving up, waving his arms. “I mean, it’s not gonna happen or anything, so pfft, who cares, it’s just a very ridiculous, absurd fantasy–”
Your arm plunged forward, through the glass of the mirror, and grabbed his arm, yanking him into the mirror.
You pulled him…
INTO THE MIRROR.
“What the fuh–!”
A weird tingly sensation exploded through him and suddenly he was in a completely different room with a huge white bed, naked, and overwhelmingly horny. He coughed, incredibly confused, highly, extremely, exceedingly aware that his dick was smashed into your silk-covered hip, his brain trying to catch up with whatever the fuck was happening. So many questions. How did he walk through the magic mirror? Did he have magical powers? Was he actually Harry Potter – no, he would look better in the glasses for sure – then, why was he suddenly naked? Did phasing through mirror remove all clothing and could he get them back at some point, because quite frankly he was not ready to bare it all to the public, only figuratively via his acting, not actually, oh and why did you having his face result in him thinking that was incredibly sexy, did that make him a narcissist or simply just validate the idea that if you had his babies, they would come out good-looking?
Wait.
What?
Seokjin was not ready to have babies yet, he was still a child himself in some ways, or at least he thought so.
But.
You looked good?!
Seokjin clutched your arms very tightly and planted you in front of him. “U-Um… w-w-why are we naked?”
“I think we’re supposed to fuck,” was your nonchalant reply to his chest.
Oh, well, naturally, wait, what?!
“Ack, what, is this Doctor person some kind of pervert or–” Seokjin sputtered.
You looked up at him. “I mean, you’re a pervert.”
Seokjin felt his cheeks burn hot. “W-Well, you’re naked!” Oh, dear, he was liking his female face on your body too much, tooooooo much, thank God none of the guys were around to witness this, good thing it was alone…
“I think the Doctor is watching?” You pouted confusedly and Seokjin felt his insides melt. Not that your regular pout wasn’t cute as fuck, but combined with his extra plump lips was creating the perfect picture. “They said they wanted us to be safe and enjoy our time here.”
Seokjin felt his hard dick slide from your covered thigh, right up between your legs.
!!!
“Ahem, um, sorry, it’s, just, you’re wearing this very nice silk robe that’s clinging to your very nice tits and very nice ass and did I mention you have a very nice face, well, I guess it’s my face, erm, your regular face is very beautiful too, I mean, I like looking at it, yah, this is getting weird, I, uh…”
You blinked at him with his eyeballs and eyelashes.
This was very weird, yes.
“I think we’re supposed to fuck.”
Yes, moving on.
“At least, that’s what I did with Namjoon.”
“Oh! You’ve seen Namjoon! How is he? Is he okay? What happened to him?”
You opened your – his? okay, he was going to stop thinking that now – mouth and closed it again abruptly. “I can’t say.”
He frowned. “Why?”
You pointed up. “The waiver. The contract. You can’t say what happened to you in here.”
Seokjin was about to protest and then stopped. Well. He was not about to tell anyone that one of his greatest desires was to fuck a female version of himself that had the hottest body he knew, which happened to be the same fuckbuddy of his six other friends.
No, Seokjin was probably going to keep that information to himself.
“I’m allowed to say we fuck though,” you added brightly. “The Doctor said I could say that. Everybody fucks.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Everybody?”
You screwed up your face in a cute expression of concentration. “Maybe just us. The Doctor said it depends on the spiritual energy of the group. Apparently, we radiate…” You raised your hands to provide air quotes. “Mad horny chaotic energy. Can you believe that? The nerve. That’s not us at all, right Seokjin?”
He found himself humping the space between your thighs, gasping as your juices leaked down onto his length.
“No, that’s absurd. We would never.”
You nodded childishly. “Yeah! Hard agree. By the way, there’s no condoms because there’s some kind of enchanted protection from pregnancy or something. It’s pretty neat.”
A thought crossed his mind. “Well… are you even real? I mean, I don’t want you to get plastic surgery to match my face, that’s super creepy…” He trailed off, trying not to think about it and therefore thinking about it. Yikes.
You shrugged. “Maybe it’s magic? Maybe it’s Maybelline?”
Seokjin blinked rapidly.
“Okay, I just don’t want you to think I don’t like your regular face, because I do, I kind of miss it right now even, however we’re in these circumstances so we might as well–”
You held up a hand. “I gotchu.”
Aha. Ahahaha. He wasn’t about to? No. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. He was dreaming. This was all a very weird, very horny, very – oh, fuck! – real-feeling tongue wrapping itself around his leaking cock and Seokjin jerked his head down to see you sliding down to your knees, adjusting happily before winding your wet, slick, pink tongue – his tongue? no, stop that! oh, sweet alpacas with red scarves, him, Kim Seokjin, Worldwide Handsome himself, was not going to make it – gasping at the ferocious rush of pleasure, so strong it felt as if all of his veins were saturated and bursting with lust.
Did he eat something weird before this? A fucking aphrodisiac? Holy shit!
He did have a sip of Yoongi’s weird ginger tea. If anyone was going to poison him, it would definitely be Yoongi. What? What was he even thinking? Nope, goodbye thoughts, hello thrusting his entire hard dick down your throat and your tongue snaking out to lap at his balls, scooping them to your chin with your hands, watching your eyes roll back a little and stuffing as much of his balls and cock into your mouth and slipping your tongue all over them.
“Oooh, fuck, I, er, you, er, we…? Look really hot sucking dick...?” he sputtered, suddenly dizzy with all the thinking.
It was not that Seokjin didn’t have complex thoughts.
He just didn’t want to have an existential crisis while having sex, okay?
Thankfully, you didn’t react to his weirdness, and soothed all his feelings by letting go of his balls, grabbing his ass, and ramming his dick into your throat at the deepest possible angle. Yes, after that, Seokjin decided to daintily set the existential crisis aside for later and grip your hair and thrust his hips into your face repeatedly, freely moaning and giving up control – not that he had any, he was just trying to be somewhat responsible as the eldest in the group, but the group wasn’t here and he was face-fucking his fantasy, so all responsibility was out the window.
He savored the tightness, the wetness, the way your wet muscles closed in and squeezed the head, the way your flexible tongue followed a different pace and teased the slit every time he pulled back and flicked down the entirety of his length, ah, yes, such soft lips, such an excellent tongue, such delightful whimpering moans that made his core tingle with excitement hearing them. Your fingernails dug into his ass, trying to hold on and he pushed you to the limit, tensing all his muscles tighter and tighter, holding back, closer, longer, deeper, harder thrusts and your palms pressed into his thighs, encouraging him to use your throat, almost, almost, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling firmly, your whine of pain mixing with his lustful groan, pushing you all the way down and feeling his cock twitch and spill thick streams into your swallowing throat, the motion constricting around the sensitive tip, gasping your name, running his fingers through your hair, his eyes closed, cherishing every single sound you made.
“Seokjin…”
Pulling you up, dirty kisses, tumbling to the mysterious bed, laughing – “Hey, I’m a good kisser, aren’t I?” “Yes, Seokjin, you are an excellent kisser, are you satisfied now that you know?” “Greatly.” – lips on lips again, plush and soft with the familiar pressure and eagerness of your touch and he knew it was you, well, it was hard for it to be not you, especially when he entered you and nearly passed out from the pure ecstasy that was your pussy, and it was his features but your expression, your scent, your moan, your arms hooking around his neck, pushing your hips up to meet him, falling into rhythm, hips smacking into hips, sinking into your hot tightness.
It was a very lewd sound, but Seokjin liked it.
Harder, faster, pounding you into the bed, his eyes but your lust, his name in your voice, the sweetest sound along with your laugh and the way you gripped his hair and gasped, clenching around him and the sweet smell became stronger, slicker, hot pulses that sent him into gasping shudders, slamming his hips down and moaning in your face, his hair all over his eyes, dropping down, capturing your lips, blissful kiss, his hips flinching and squirming as he came inside you, your walls squeezing it out of him, making him dizzy, your tongue dancing across his lips and him forcefully sucking on it, needy whines quivering in your throat.
Now Seokjin concluded several things about himself.
Good kisser? Confirmed. Great expressions when being fucked? Confirmed. Looked great from orgasming? Confirmed – he always worried he might look a bit dumb, but you looked beautiful, so Seokjin was sure he looked handsome.
He picked up your legs and grinned. You blinked at him.
“How much time do we have?”
You shrugged, his cock still inside you. “Until everyone is done, I guess?”
“Oh, awesome, that means we have tons of time!”
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min yoongi.
Ah. So, this was how it went.
He tried the door beside him. Locked, of course. Hm. He placed his hand against it and pushed. Heavy wood, not just some cheap particle board. Stained this dark cherry color, not painted. Interesting. He turned around, holding his metal thermos loosely in his hand. The extra-strong ginger tea he made wasn’t for him. It was for whenever any of his friends asked for a drink so he could watch them recoil in disgust and cough. Sadistic? No. Prankster? Maybe. Hotel?
Not Trivago by the looks of this run-down room.
Min Yoongi took in his surroundings carefully. Shelves upon shelves of strange little knickknacks. Crystals. Tarot cards. Strange coins he had never seen before, old books with worn-out bindings, the shed skin of a rattlesnake. He squinted at it, seeing the diamond pattern. Hm. There were lit pillar candles in pewter candleholders everywhere, their flames flickering when he moved past them. A fire hazard for sure with all this wood around them. Tsk, tsk. Yoongi noticed the shelf brackets were intricately carved wood.
Leaf designs with clusters of grapes.
He turned to the center of the room. There was a table with a black tablecloth on it. Nothing else. Two chairs, study wood with black leather cushioning.
It must have something to do with his test.
Yoongi wasn’t a purveyor of the spooky, but he was fine with it. It did not scare him, although it did sometimes surprise him. He mostly came because you asked. Anything you asked and wasn’t completely ridiculous, he would do.
That was what Yoongi decided he would do and so he followed though.
This wasn’t what he expected for a haunted house, but that made it more interesting. He didn’t really like jump scares anyway. Being separated from everyone wasn’t ideal, but it did make sense. It made everyone’s experience unique and there was fear in being alone. Yoongi could see that.
Something shiny caught his eye.
He walked over to it, to the other side of the room. It was a sheriff’s badge, or what appeared to be a badge. He placed his thermos down on the shelf and picked up the heavy tarnished silver. It was in the shape of a sun with a weird-looking smiley face. He turned it around in his hand and saw something written on the back.
Do you need permission?
Yoongi frowned. “Permission to do what?” he mumbled, putting it back down. He heard a sound behind him and whipped his head around.
There was a black hooded figure sitting at the table now.
Instinct told him to raise his fists immediately.
Then Yoongi thought about it and lowered his fists. He signed some weird paper earlier. Punching an actor would not be advisable. He didn’t have the money for that lawsuit. He wasn’t strong enough to knock anybody out anyway. Yet. He was working on that. Working out with Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon was helpful, but he had only recently gotten into it. Also, the hooded figure hadn’t done anything.
Yet.
“Who are you?” Yoongi asked, keeping his eyes on the darkness of the opening.
No answer.
He didn’t really expect one but he figured he’d ask anyway.
Well, might as well get this over with. Yoongi took each step carefully, one by one, circling the table to the other chair, not turning his back on the figure. It reminded motionless, the heavyweight black cloak covering everything. It seemed pretty clear what he was supposed to do.
Yoongi sat down at the table, straightening his leather jacket with a loud jingle of zippers.
Underneath, a black sweater with holes in it and black jeans with a chain. Thick-soled black boots with silver hardware. Fashion, or something like that. Yoongi liked to look nice. It made him feel calmer when he felt more like himself. You always complimented him on his style, so he tried not to look sloppy.
“Sssssss.”
Uh.
Somehow, his brain auto-translated the hissing sound as if he was watching Netflix.
Show me your hand, palm up.
Uhhh. Hm. Maybe he misheard? Yoongi narrowed his eyes, tilting his head and trying to look under the black hood. It was no use. The candles were not enough light and there were no windows in this room. Alright. It was getting a little weird, but that was the whole schtick, right? If he knew what the sound meant, then he had to choose to do what it said or not.
Yoongi placed his hand on the table, palm up.
The shoulders raised as if the figure was inhaling, and the sides rose, large sleeves lifting. A pair of hands emerged from the openings and Yoongi almost drew back his hand seeing the long, pointed nails that seemed to be covered in crystals. The fingers spread out, reaching towards him, and he stopped, the nail crystals shimmering in the candlelight. Green, blue and even pink, like the light of an aurora borealis.
He knew those hands.
Yoongi looked up to the hood and furrowed his brow as your hands cupped his hand, pulling it across the table. He could be wrong. How could you get a manicure so fast? This wasn’t that kind of establishment, although perhaps at this point that would be the least weird thing about this place.
Also.
You were hissing at him and that was weird.
What was even weirder was that he was understanding you.
“The lines of your palm reveal your true self.”
He looked at it. “Which line says I want to go home and go to bed?”
“This one.”
He raised his eyebrows. “There’s an actual line?”
The finger turned around and Yoongi laughed out loud.
You were flipping him off.
The other hand quickly reached up and pulled back the hood, revealing your face. Yoongi heard the sounds, a wispy sort of laugh that mirrored yours, and his own laugh, a little raspy and wry, only for his laugh to die in his throat as he stared at your face that was not quite your face.
Your eyes slid down to look at him, unlinking, bright yellow with slitted pupils.
Uh.
Your hair was pushed back, sleek, slicked against your head as if wet, and your face had a faint pattern around your temples. Like scales.
Snakeskin scales.
You smiled at him, pink tongue flickering.
Oookay, either this place had some insane special effects makeup or he was on acid right now. Not that Yoongi had ever taken acid or could even guess what that felt like, but there must be a hallucinogen in the air because you had fangs and an extra-long tongue and Yoongi would call himself a kinky freak, sure, but…
Well.
He did always say he loved your tongue.
“Hey, Yoongi.”
He said your name very slowly and very deliberately, not quite believing it was you, but he had a strong, strong feeling it was, and Yoongi’s dick was telling him it was you, and he trusted him since his dick didn’t wake up for much. Just like him.
What?
He had high standards and didn’t waste his time with the talentless.
“Should I ask what happened to your face or is it a result of this place?” he asked, tilting his head.
You seemed to sigh with relief. “Oh, great, I don’t have to explain everything again. You always catch on fast, Yoongi.”
“I am a genius.”
You smiled playfully. He liked your smile. He wasn’t going to tell you that, of course. That would be embarrassing. And Yoongi wasn’t embarrassing. Yeah. Anyway. Moving on. Yes, distract from awkward thoughts with the purpose at hand. Yup.
“Is this my test?”
You snapped your fingers, hissing pleasingly. “Ah, yes. Your test, your experience, your…” You trailed off.
Yoongi cocked an eyebrow.
You pointed to him. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone about what’s going to happen.”
He tucked his tongue in his cheek. “Why not?”
“You signed the waiver.”
He hummed. “Mmm, what Is the Doctor going to do? Send a legal team after me?”
“Yoongi…”
He grinned, highly amused. “Come on, no one is gonna believe me that my favorite plaything grew snake-like facial features. It’s not going to matter if I say anything or not.”
You pouted at him. “I’m not a plaything.”
Yoongi softened his grin to a gentle smile.
“I know. I will always want you in my life no matter what.”
Your lips parted, staring wide-eyed at him.
He smirked, beckoning you with the fingers of his right hand on the table. “Come here. Let me show you.”
Then you did something really weird, even for Yoongi.
You unclasped the cloak, revealing your naked breasts underneath, and crawled onto the table, the lower half of your body slithering towards him.
His eyes shot wide open, seeing the skin between your belly button meld into scales – snake scales, glittering dark teal-green, so dark it was almost black, flexible body sliding from side to side, closer and closer, heavy thud and curl of your snake tail flicking the air, your human legs gone.
Gone.
Yoongi held up his hand very quickly, signaling the time-out.
“Explain.”
You looked down. “Ah. Oh. I’m a snake.”
His eyes darted to your face, disbelieving. “Hah. That doesn’t explain shit.”
You placed a hand on your, er, snake tail and shrugged. “Er… would you believe me if I said I wasn’t surprised by now?”
Yoongi felt his eyebrows shoot up into his hair.
“I can’t elaborate about it,” you grumbled. “Contracts and red tape and stuff.” You pointed up to the ceiling. “The Doctor says I’m not allowed to say.” He gave you a look that indicated he did not give two shits about the Doctor and the shady papers. “Come on, Yoongi, you signed the paper too.”
He thinned his eyes and mouth into lines.
Then, lightbulb.
“The Doctor picked you on purpose.”
You blinked confusedly. “What do you mean? I offered myself as tribute.”
Yoongi looked at you and then he looked at the wooden ceiling above him. There was nothing to see, not even a camera lens or a carved peephole, but you were somehow a half-snake lady sitting on a table so Yoongi figured rational rules of physics did not apply.
“You knew, huh? How did you know?” he asked the ceiling. The ceiling did not answer.
“Yoongi, what are you talking about?”
He lowered his head and locked eyes with you, feeling that he was right even though he didn’t have the real answer.
“Come on. Your tits are right in front of my face, and I’m already harder than fucking diamond in my pants. I’m horny for you in general, but this is different, like I’m being lured to fuck you, injected with so much lust that I somehow forget you’re a half-snake lady and bang you anyway – which I will, don’t get me wrong,” he added, then tilting his head up, squinting at the ceiling. “But they must have known somehow, because I would not want to fuck half-snake Jungkook if he somehow ended up being the sacrifice instead.”
“Really?”
He snapped his head down and glared at you.
“Okay, I was just asking… He’s cute and stuff…”
“Virgins aren’t my thing. That’s your thing,” he remarked, deadpan.
“I don’t have a virgin kink! And Jungkook wasn’t even a virgin the first time! Stop spreading misinformation!”
Yoongi caught your chin and pulled you down to his face, licking his teeth. “Yeah, but he pretends to act all innocent until he doesn’t and you like that.”
“No, I–”
But he didn’t let you finish, leaning forward and giving in, lips touching lips, and the reaction was instant, an electric kiss that soared through his entire body, lighting every nerve with vibrating want, even more so than usual, with the softness of your kiss turning rougher and more needy, to the way your hands came up and grabbed his head, long nails combing through his hair, and he was in your hold now, your grip, your constriction.
Yoongi trusted it, because it was you.
Your deft tongue flickered by his lips and he opened his mouth, gasping a little as it slid inside, his own tongue grazing the points of your fangs, and there was something else, something dripping from your saliva, a strange taste, seeping into his throat. Sweet but fiery. And now his clothes were too tight, too hot, too much, throwing his leather jacket off, the feeling spreading from his mouth and traveling downwards, similar to a numbing sensation, but this was something that increased the sensations, made them more intense, almost unbearable.
He broke the kiss, panting hard.
“You… Poison? But it’s more like an aphrodisiac…?”
He couldn’t even think straight.
You pulled your head back, pink tongue sliding out and Yoongi realized it was, indeed, extra-long and shiny, dripping saliva, and he wanted it on his dick.
Now.
“I like you, Yoongi,” you hissed defiantly, lowering yourself as he yanked his sweater over his head, throwing it onto the chair, breathing hard as he fought his jeans. He very nearly forgot he had been teasing you earlier. It was just something he did. He liked to see you squirm and argue and push back against him so he could fuck out your irritation and switch to desperately holding onto him, wanting him more than anyone else in that moment. He knew you liked him. You wouldn’t come back if you didn’t.
Yoongi simply wanted to hear you say that you liked him.
Strangely, this table was slightly lower than hip length. How convenient. Or maybe he had very long legs. He did have very long legs. Yoongi pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs, all the way down to his knees and ticked his head, smirking as your eyes drifted downward.
“Oh? You wanna show me how much you like me?”
You grinned, serpentine.
A small part of him thought he should be worried about the fangs and whatnot, but then again this was leaning much closer to ‘really fucking weird internet porno written fanatically at one in the morning’ rather than ‘possible violent mutilation’. Not sure why he was getting those vibes, maybe it was something in the air or the way you dipped down and slithered towards him, tongue extending and then wrapping around the entire length of his dick.
Realistic? No.
Hot as fuck? Yes, feeling his eyes widening, staring down as you wriggled closer, pink tongue wound around his dick in a spiral, bobbing your head back and forth. Powerful, tight, very precise control. This Doctor person was taking some serious creative liberties, but Yoongi was grateful for it. Snake lady sex? Not a kink he considered, no. Snake lady sex with his favorite fuckbuddy and who he would also consider a close friend (but possibly avoid telling you that to your face at all costs) with her excellent tits hanging off the edge of the table and his cock being choked by an unreasonably long tongue with some kind of aphrodisiac saliva that sent him into an almost dreamlike state of euphoria?
Okay. Yoongi could get on board with that.
Probably not something he was going to talk about with anyone later, no.
Damn.
Alright, Doc. You got me.
Before Yoongi could pursue his mental appreciation for the brilliance of the clever beaky mastermind, you swallowed his dick.
“Oh, fuck!”
Your hands came up to cup his ass and push him forward, sliding him down your throat, and Yoongi could get pretty damn far thanks to your skill with angles but something was happening. He heard a light pop sound and he jerked forward, so deep in your throat that he surely must have hit your gag reflex. He grasped your shoulders, stabilizing himself.
Holy fucking shit.
You just unhinged your jaw.
You. Just. UNHINGED. Your. Jaw?!
Wait.
You were part-snake. Did snakes gag? They swallowed their prey whole, sometimes prey much, much larger than them. Unlikely they gagged in the human sense, anyway. Oh. O-o-oh. Yoongi looked up at the ceiling.
Thanks, you weird beaky omnipresent sex god.
You moaned and swirled your tongue around his balls, sucking one into your lips to join his cock. Yoongi jerked his head down, gasping for breath, fixated on the bulge in your cheeks and his cock encased in your throat. He was not a biologist, nor did he give a rat’s ass about biology right now, too busy trying to comprehend how your tongue was circling his other nut and squeezing it as you began to forcefully suck and ram his cock down your neck with one of his nuts in your mouth in the process.
To say this was completely unexpected was an understatement.
“Oh, shit, harder, mmm, fuck, just like that, fuck!”
He was usually very calm and collected but, given the situation, that was an abandoned endeavor, too lost in the repeated wave after wave of immense, spine-tingling pleasure, so much slippery saliva, so much control, so tight but soft, and the end was coming so fast, so fast, trying to hold out, gripping your head, throwing his head back, desperate groans falling from his lips, expletives, your name, praises, all of it, ugh, he liked you so much, so fucking much, no matter what kind of new outlandish-sounding sex technique – or straight-up new body – you were trying, you always did everything so well and with such confidence that it blew him away, it really did, no matter if afterward you admitted you were apprehensive at the start. He admired that trait, he admired you, and you were really so fucking good at sucking dick.
Too fucking good.
“F-Fuck!”
Yoongi gasped and thrust his hips into your face, all the way down, and moaned loudly as he came down your throat, shuddering, borderline whine as you swallowed around him, muscles easing in a slow wave all over his jerking length, pulsing massage to milk it out of him, your tongue wiggling around his balls, lapping at them in a figure-eight that sent him into chain moans of blinding pleasure, legs shaking, flinching as he felt something slide behind him, touching his hot skin, cool scales to lean against, curling around him to hold him up.
Human flexibility was trash, Yoongi decided.
You slowly released him, licking up his torso, soft kisses, slithering up his chest, rising to his face, lips to lips, tasting himself with a satisfied hiss, hands on your face and your tail wrapping around him, pulling him close.
“Hey, uh…”
“Hm?” he hummed, savoring the moment.
“I don’t, uh… have a human pussy. Or asshole.”
Yoongi blinked. “How do snakes excrete waste then?”
You stuck out your hands and made a pained face. “I don’t think I’m in this form long enough to have to figure out how to go to the bathroom. But!” You brightened, pushing your breasts together and sticking your tongue out. Saliva dripped off the tip, falling into the crevice of your cleavage, the strong wet muscle quivering. “Eh? You down?”
Yoongi cocked his head, grinning. “Heck yeah, I’m down.”
Yes, a tit-fuck with the head of his cock wrapped in that tongue sounded fucking fantastic.
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jung hoseok.
“Ugh, nooo, where is everyone, Smile Hoya is going to become Frown Hoya at this rate, waaah…”
Jung Hoseok was in prison.
Okay, he wasn’t in actual prison, but he was in a weird place with metal barred-off sections and stone walls. If that didn’t scream prison, what the fuck did?! He did not want to walk in here, but he had lost all his friends and it was either turn into a ghost while standing there petrified or turn into a ghost looking for his friends. What if his friends needed him? He didn’t think he was much help, but the thought of the younger ones freaking out all on their own was very worrisome so Hoseok sucked it up and slunk to the floor, crawling his way throughout the halls, calling their names in a despairing wail.
Yes, Hoseok could admit it. He was a scaredy-cat.
He did not like bugs, he did not like jump scares, he did not like this at all, but Namjoon and Jungkook had promised to protect him and now they were gone. Gone! At this point, he would have settled for Seokjin-hyung or Jimin to simply grab and cry with.
Ugh, Hoseok needed people. He did not like being alone at all.
He heard a quiet sniffle.
“A-Ah! Who’s t-t-there…?”
Wait. Why was he scared? Someone was crying. He edged towards the sound, still wary, but mildly worried, crouching and tiptoeing forward. It was going from the very end of the hall. This was very realistic. Too realistic. At least there was light in every cell, a window with iron bars that allowed large patches of moonlight to cascade over the floor. There were small puddles here and there, reflections of water that shimmered greenish-blue and, if he tilted his head, sometimes even pink, glimmering like the rays of an aurora borealis.
He heard water dripping nearby.
Drip.
“H-Hello?” he whimpered, scared for an answer.
Drop.
“H-Hoseok?”
That voice! He knew that voice! But hadn’t you gone with that Doctor person to the end of the haunted house? Did that mean he was at the end already? Oh, whew, it was over! He had only been alone for a short time and it was already over! Hoseok sprang up and ran to your voice, calling you name, skidding to a stop at the end. This cell was even open! Wow, how lucky! He clambered inside to the crouched form in the corner of the cell, sitting on the mattress wrapped in a thick black blanket.
“Hey, why are you on the floor–?”
You lifted your head and Hoseok fell over.
“W-Whoa!”
On top of your head, sticking out of your hair, was a pair of furry, rounded dog ears. Light brown, with black spots. They flicked back and forth, flattening at his reaction.
“Do I look scary…?” you whimpered, eyes shimmering. Puppy eyes.
“N-No, I just… didn’t expect the dog ears!” He reached up, almost scared to touch them. They popped back up, startling him a little. They looked so soft though. His fingers creeped forward and touched one, surprised at the heated velvetiness. “Wow, what a cool costume…” He followed the curve, down to your scalp, expecting to feel a headband or hair clip.
His fingertip hit your skin.
“… Eh?”
The ear was attached to your head.
“AAAAAAA!”
You yelped, cramming your hand over your ears, retreating further into the corner. “Don’t yell, please! My hearing is really good now!”
“T-They’re attached to your head! W-W-What, h-h-how?!”
You sat back up, still holding your ears against your head. Something was clinking around your neck. A heavy chain collar. Hoseok squinted at it. The tag was in the shape of a sun with a weird-looking smiley face. Strange. It jingled every time you moved.
You shrugged, lips twisting in a triangle pout. “I don’t know. I guess that’s part of the experience?”
Hoseok blinked rapidly. He was about to ask more questions, but then he heard a soft thump-thump, looking down to nearly faint again as he saw the long, sweeping black and tan tail sticking out from under the blanket.
“But I’m so glad to see you, Hoseok! I feel like I’ve been sitting here forever…”
Oh. Was that because he was blubbering and whimpering all his way down here? Oops… “Where are the others? Have you seen anyone else?”
You opened your mouth. Then you closed it, looking up at the sky. Hoseok looked up too, confused, seeing only the stone ceiling. He looked back down and you were thinning your eyes and mouth into lines, grumbling.
“I’ve seen Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi,” you said. "But I can’t explain, because it’s part of the contract and wavier we signed.”
He felt the blood drain out of his face. “Are they dead?!”
You waved a hand, laughing a little. “No, no! They’re totally alive.” You gave him this look. “Very alive.” Wiggled your eyebrows. “Living their best lives.”
Question marks popped over his head. “Eh?”
“Never mind,” you corrected hastily. “Anyway, they all passed their tests but, um, I don’t know how you’re going to pass yours.”
“T-T-Test?” Hoseok had completely forgotten about the mention of any sort of test. “Like an escape room? Oh, shit, I’m terrible at those… I don’t even know what clues to look for, should I have been looking for clues…?”
“Er, no, you would be good at this test, I think…”
“Dance? Do I have permission to dance my way out of this?!”
“Ah, physical, yes, but not dancing…”
Big question mark now. “Huh?”
“Sex, Hoseok. You’re good at sex.”
Exclamation points. “I am? I am! Oh, wow, really? You think so? I think you’re better actually, my favorite thing about you is your eyes, they’re so pretty and expressive.”
Your cheeks flushed pink. “R… Really?” You tucked a spare strand of hair behind your ear shyly. “T-Thanks… I never thought about my eyes m-much…”
He thought about them. He thought about them a lot, actually. They were greatly expressive eyes that hid no emotion, let it be happiness, annoyance, sadness, anything. Maybe it was because you were around them, because you were definitely more guarded when you were around strangers. You used to chase all sorts of guys – well, usually guys who wore glasses and were studying big scary-sounding degrees – but not anymore. Now you only hung around them and you seemed much brighter and more content. Sometimes you suggested such crazy stuff – such as a haunted house, yeah, Hoseok found that crazy – but he found himself going along with it because you just seemed so happy.
He always wanted you to be happy.
“Ah, but… we have a problem.”
Hoseok tilted his head. “What’s the problem?”
You lowered the blanket to your bare shoulders to point to your ears. He felt his heart race a little seeing your exposed collarbones and shoulders. The collar was kind of cute too…
“Um…” You pointed to the sky. “The Doctor says I’m not a dog.”
Back to the question marks popping up in his brain. “But, the tail? The ears?”
You winced. “The Doctor said I’m a spotted hyena.”
And then Hoseok noticed your sharper teeth, your slightly pointed fingernails, and the darkness of your irises. “O… Oh?” He scratched his head. “Okay. That’s still a dog, no?”
You pointed to the sky. “Apparently, they’re more like cats than dogs, according to the Doctor.”
“Whoa, how knowledgeable. Are they a biologist?”
You were about to answer but instead you made a very strange noise. “A-Ah…”
“Is something wrong?” he asked worriedly, hurrying by your side. “Do you hurt somewhere? Show Hoseokie, I’ll take care of you.”
“Ack, um… Hoseok, I have a dick,” you blurted.
Somewhere, far off into the distance, there was the Windows ’98 sound of a PC shutting down.
…
You grimaced and yanked the blanket off your lap.
!!!!!!!
Hoseok felt his eye muscles expand so far that he was sure his eyes were going to fall out of his head at the sudden appearance of your naked body, shivering at the sudden exposure, and a very large, erm, appendage? Engorged… tissue… that was the equivalent of your clit?
No matter how he looked at it, it very much looked like a penis.
Well, there was no excuse now saying he couldn’t find it, right?
“O… Oh!”
You gripped the blanket underneath you, panting slightly, leaning back and opening your legs. Your pussy was still there, slick and wet already, with your, er, penis looking almost purple-red with strain, sticking straight up out of your body.
“It feels weird,” you gasped. “Ack, wait, s-stop looking at it, I don’t know about this…”
He stopped you from closing your legs. “Wait. You said this is my test.”
You stuck your hand over your, uh, dick and gawked at him. “Y-Yeah, but this is going too far, isn’t it? Maybe I can ask for a redo or something, you’re not going to want to–”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
“Hoseok, I have a dick, you don’t think that’s weird?”
He shrugged. “You are still you, right? Well, not exactly, you look different, but that’s fine, you are still you in here.” He reached forward and tapped your chest, smiling. You looked up at him, eyes full of wonder. “No matter how much you change on the outside, I will always want to be with you, if you let me. If this is who you are, then that’s fine with me.”
“O-Oh… well… I’m still a woman.”
He blinked at you. “Eh.”
You pointed to the ceiling. “The Doctor says all spotted hyenas have dicks, regardless of gender.”
“W-What? Really?” He blinked rapidly, astounded. Nature sure was something.
“Er… Hoseok…?”
He looked down and you were gazing back at him, breathing shallow.
“Can we do something about my massive erection?”
He jerked his head to it. A strange feeling overcame him, starting from his lower stomach to up his torso and down his legs, his arms, up to his head, strange and familiar, the same feeling he usually got when he was with you, except this time it was disturbingly strong, an impulse that refused to be ignored, something in the air or something about your face, he wasn’t sure, but instead of responding, Hoseok reached out and closed his hand around your length.
That was a thought he never thought he would have in his life, but here he was.
“A-Ah, whoa, that’s, oh, f-fuck…”
The great thing about sex with you was that he was not expected to act any particular way. He could let his instincts take over and not uphold some sort of image other people expected of him, because you did not expect him to be anything but himself and so he leaned forward, slowly stroking you the way he would himself, opening his mouth and spitting down the head.
“Oh, fuck!”
He grinned. “Having fun?”
You didn’t have much of a response except for a low moan and clutching the blanket below you, your tail curling around you and ears standing straight up, watching him leisurely pump you and spread his spit all over. He felt the skin pulse against his palm, twitching and hard, and he reached up with his free hand ad cupping your chin, pulling you into a kiss, keeping it sweet as he gripped a little tighter, causing you to gasp and moan into his mouth, feeling the desperation and need in your kiss, whining to his lips, faster, please, your eyes glazed over with lust.
“P-Please, Hoseok…”
His smirked, ticked his head. “Spit on your dick.”
You whimpered, hesitant.
“If you want me to go faster, you’re going to need it to be more slippery, otherwise it will hurt.”
Maybe if you were used to it, he could be rougher, but clearly you were not by you sensitive you were acting, and you looked down, watching his hand, closing your mouth, breathing hard, him waiting, waiting, wondering if you would.
You spat downward onto his hand and your cock.
“Good girl.”
And he sped up, faster, slicker, ah, fuck, the quality of your saliva reminded him how good it was, and you were so hard, throbbing, so close, humping his hand now, lifting your hips and following his hold, gasping his name, your sound leading him to your eyes, furry ears flickered forward, listening to him, leaking everywhere.
“H-Hoseok… s-stop…”
He stopped his hand immediately.
“F-Fuck!” you howled, throwing your head back, low growl in your throat, nails digging into the blanket your you, ripping it, feral and primal, powerful chest muscles and shoulders tensing. “Fucking shit, ugh, that’s good, hah…”
“You wanted me to edge you?” he chuckled, realizing what had happened.
“Y-Yeah, just wanted to feel what it was like, hah, come here, let me try something…”
Trying something meant yanking off his pants and shirt, getting on the mattress with you, and you licking your hand to cover it with a thick gloss of saliva before grabbing his dick. He grinned and you grinned too, devious and dirty, facing each other, hands around each other’s hard lengths, slowly, up and down, savoring the way you held him and how he held you, closer, breathing in each other’s breath, and he just loved the way you touched him, loved the way you knew how much pressure and power to put in your grip.
“Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?” he gasped, pressing his forehead against yours, shuddering.
“Probably?” you breathed. “I don’t know, this is my first time and it feels… fucking amazing…”
“Ah, yeah, mmm, it always feels better when you do it…”
Faster, tighter, looking into each other’s eyes, and he could feel it, closer and closer, such satisfying, even pressure and the intensity of your gaze, direct lust and uninhibited gratification, no questions needed, a wordless decision to hit the high together, tilting his head, deep kiss, his deep groan to your needy whimper, feeling the pleasure and giving the pleasure, more, more, more, his tongue in your mouth claiming control, your whine in his throat, please, please, please, so close, Hoseok, please, the tag on your collar clinking wildly at the furious pace, his smirk on your pleading lips, held breath.
Nothing but the sound of hand on skin, slap of two tight holds on throbbing hardness.
“Mmm, fuck!”
He sucked in a breath, shooting thick white streams over your hand at the same time he felt the gush of wetness cover his, slick and viscous, sticking to his hand, his thigh, his crotch while painting your hand, your thigh, your crotch, a beautiful mess, feeling the simultaneous pulse of your length against his palm and his cock against yours, mind in a drunk haze of orgasm.
He just… jacked your dick… in a prison cell… of a weird house… and you being a hyena was the least weird thing about it.
The place was called the Hell House, but it was definitely not that, unless Hoseok was in that circle of Hell where everybody felt compelled to mindlessly fuck.
That would not be the worst, to be honest.
He yelped as you grabbed him by the shoulders and sank your soaking wet pussy onto his still-hard dick.
“W-Wait, the c-condom?!��
“Hoseok,” you gasped. “I am a hyena.”
“W… Well, yeah, I don’t know how that biology would work…”
“I don’t think it does and I can’t take it anymore, o-o-oh, yeeeeeees…”
He choked and arched his back, thrusting his hips up instinctively, feeling your slippery, cum-covered cock slide over his stomach, a very bizarre sensation he was sure he was never going to feel again, grabbing your hips. You placed a hand on the mattress and gasped, reaching down with your other hand and pressing the head of your cock against his skin.
“Oh, God, your abs…”
“I d-don’t really have abs, oooh, fuck, that feels good though,” he panted, thrusting up again, hard but slow, hitting your deep and with power, your moans ringing in his ears, fucking you from below as you rubbed yourself against him, yes, you have abs and, fuck, your skin feels so nice, ah, I’m gonna cum again, leaning forward so he could hit you even deeper, watching your breasts bounce and your body shiver with pleasure, feeling it himself, the way your muscles wrapped around him and squeezed him, the wetness that smacked loud and clear between your joined hips, your moans pitching, hiking louder, more ecstasy, it must feel so fucking good, so good he was almost a little jealous because he could see it in your eyes and in the way they rolled back, wanton wail as you spilled onto him again, all over his stomach and crotch, squirts of your cum that covered him with your scent, so fiercely arousing that he moaned with you, slamming his hips up with a loud squelch and shooting his cum into you, his cock jerking and trembling with every pump into your tight, wet hole, astonished there was so much still, the fire spreading all over his skin and into his head, pleasure so immense that he was soaring.
Your name on his lips, a sweet sigh.
“Hoseok…”
He felt your hands on his cheeks, a little sticky with your cum, pulling his face to you and kissing him fervently, his laugh in your mouth, petting your ears gently. Your tail thumped excitedly against his thigh, soft and lovely.
Hyena you was pretty fun.
“Are you going to be like this forever?” he asked.
You shook your head. “I don’t think so. Just for now.”
“Ah.”
You both jumped as you heard a clatter beside you.
There was a pair of silver handcuffs and a key on the floor right next to you and Hoseok. They were not there before. It was as if someone had thrown them from up above.
You both stared at the ceiling.
“Is… Is that a sign?” he wondered out loud.
“It’s a very weird sign.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Say…”
You gave him the side-eye, slow smirk forming. “Say what?”
He picked up the handcuffs.
“You’ll be like, ‘Oh my God.’”
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𝐅𝐔 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐡
pairing: Johnny x reader
summary: You wanted to be all alone with your boyfriend on New Year’s Eve, but after a heavy fight, he left you before the clock struck midnight. You were all alone the whole night while he was with another woman. The woman he told you not to worry about. One day, after forgiving him for leaving you alone, you find out that she was texting him, that he cheated and you breakup. But breaking up with the love of your life was hard and you couldn’t stop yourself from loving him.
song: FU - Miley Cyrus
genre: established relationship, angst, smut
warnings: smut, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption
word count: 5.7k
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Oh, you broke my heart
I told you I was weak for love
But then you went around
And did what you wanted to do
And now I'm crying, crying
“Don’t you fucking get it Y/n?! There’s nothing going on between me and her! Why are you always so fucking insecure?!”
“Are you being serious right now? I just-“
“Just what Y/n?! Huh?! Do you always have to ruin everything?! One night, one fucking night and you can’t keep your mouth shut! You’re so damn frustrating. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve and you just have to annoy the shit out of me!” Johnny yelled at you. He closed his eyes to calm down, but all he saw was red and he needed to go.
“But Johnny-“
“No! I don’t wanna hear anything. I’m leaving. Happy fucking new year.” He cut you off, he didn’t care about your feelings at that moment. All he wanted was fresh air and be far, far away from you.
“No please don’t go I’m sorry-“
You tried to apologize, but Johnny simply didn’t care.
It was almost midnight and you didn’t want the night to end like this. All you wanted was spend the night with Johnny. Just you, Johnny, wine, and a great dinner. This was your third New Year’s Eve with Johnny and your first New Year’s Eve alone with him. You had spent the last two years with your mutual friends at some party, but this year you wanted to be just with him.
Things escalated quickly.
First he was distracted, he was on his phone the whole dinner and then, while watching a movie he chose, he was also on his phone. Then, he got a phone call and was in your shared bedroom talking for almost an hour.
Your special night together suddenly turned to a shit night for you.
You were suspicious about his behavior. Always on his phone, always talking to someone and whenever you asked whom he was talking to he answered with a simple ‘a friend’. But you knew exactly who that friend was and when you had enough, you confronted him about her.
Johnny left your apartment, he was slightly tipsy, the wine you drank was in his system and he knew that his next decision was stupid, so dumb and would destroy everything you had built, but in that moment, he didn’t care.
So his next move was to call her and ask her if she was free. It was New Year’s Eve, she was probably at some party or with her family, but she quickly dropped her friends and the party she was at to meet Johnny at her apartment.
The clock struck midnight and instead of kissing you, Johnny’s lips were on her lips and you were finishing the second bottle of wine. You sat on the balcony and watched the firework with tears rolling down your cheeks whereas your boyfriend was kissing another girl, pleasing another girl, and breaking his promises.
That night, you celebrated New Year’s Eve with tears in your eyes and pain in your heart.
Johnny woke up in the middle of the night.
He looked to his left to see you sleeping next to him but when he saw someone else next to him in bed, he remembered what he did. He remembered how he told you that there was nothing going between her and him and then he remembered how he fucked her, how he cheated on you.
“Fuck.” He mumbled as he looked at the clock on the wall.
03:27
He didn’t kiss you on midnight. He wasn’t with you, you weren’t in his arms, someone else was.
Johnny left the apartment without thinking and rushed home to you. Johnny couldn’t describe how much regret he felt, how guilty he felt. He wanted to cry, he wanted to delete last night from his memory.
He unlocked the door and it was dark inside of the apartment, you were probably sleeping. Johnny’s heart was beating against his chest, he didn’t know what to do. Should he tell you what happened last night? Should he tell you he cheated and broke his promises?
Johnny saw you curled up on the couch, your eyes closed but swollen, you wear wearing his hoodie and hugging the pillow tightly. The balcony was still open and the winter breeze entered you apartment. Your body was cold, hands formed to fists and brows furrowed. Two empty bottles of wine on the coffee table and one used wine glass.
Johnny got on his knees and pressed little kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and nose. He wanted to kiss your lips so bad, but his lips still tasted like the other woman he had been with that night.
“B-Baby?” he whispered softly, “Baby, come on let’s go to bed.”
You didn’t react.
Johnny carried you softly to your bedroom and tucked you in your bed. After getting ready for bed, he also got under the covers and pulled your body closer to his and held you tightly in his arms.
“I’m so sorry.” He cried out. Johnny felt terrible, he couldn’t lose you, the only option was to keep it a secret and delete last night from his memory. Johnny fell asleep crying.
You woke up between Johnny’s arms. He was holding you tightly and it didn’t look like you could get out of his arms anytime soon. He was soring softly and you could tell he was tired.
You stayed in bed for another hour and Johnny slowly woke up.
“Can you let me go?” you asked coldly. You were still hurt.
“S-Sorry.” He let go of you and you were about to leave the room but Johnny stopped you.
“Listen… I-I know you’re mad and I know I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have left. I’m the biggest idiot on the planet, I’m so sorry I left you alone last night and… and the things I said. I didn’t mean them. I love you. Only you.”
Your hand was on the door handle, holding tightly. You didn’t answer, you didn’t know what to say. Were you still mad? Yes. Were you still hurt? Yes. You just wanted to be alone.
“Y-You left me alone o-on New Year’s Eve. You just left me all alone, I wanted to be with you. You know that I don’t have anyone. You know that I’m all alone and you still left. I only have you but you left me too.”
That was true. You had lost your parents a couple years ago and you don’t have any siblings. You don’t have any family left and you have only Johnny in your life. You were never the person to find friends easily, but Johnny was different. You were friends with his friends, but you were too shy and insecure to call them or text them. You hated it.
“I know- I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, baby. Do you want to have dinner again tonight? I’ll cook. Or we can go out to that restaurant you love, let’s go on a date, hmm? Tell me baby. Tell me what you want.” He got up and walked closer to you. You stepped back on reflex.
Johnny stopped on his tracks and looked at you, worry written all over his face.
“D-Do you hate me that much?” he whispered.
“I-“
You didn’t know what to say.
“I think I need to be alone.” And then you left your bedroom and locked yourself in the bathroom and started crying.
Johnny knew he had to leave you alone, you had to calm down and he needed to find a way to make it up to you. He knew the fucked up, and the secret he carried was haunting him. Whenever he looked at you, he felt his heart ache.
Maybe you were blinded by your love for him or maybe you were just stupid, but you couldn’t be mad at him any longer.
You entered the bedroom and saw Johnny looking on the ceiling like a lost puppy. He instantly got up and looked at you. “D-Do you want me to leave?”
You were still crying and playing with your fingers. “I-I want to go o-on a that date with you. B-But that doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m still hurt.” You sobbed.
“Okay baby, anything for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I left you alone. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I love you so much.” He stroked your tears away and cupped your cheeks. “I’m not going to hurt you again.”
Ooh, it seemed like everything was going fine
I found the love that I thought was gonna last
Then I accidentally saw a few things in your cell
I even LOL'd, man, I should've known
Why, why you're doing what you do
You, you might as well just tell the honest truth
See, I'm not really down with this
This ain't no texting shit
Know I got no biz,
But it is what it is
I don't really have much to say
I was over it the second that I saw her name
The first couple weeks of January, Johnny acted like the perfect boyfriend. He did everything he could to make you happy, to make you smile brightly at him.
You could see that he tried to make his mistake up to you and you enjoyed how he showered you with love. You were sure that he was the one, that Johnny was your future.
But that one night, January 31, changed everything.
You were waiting for Johnny to finish his shower. It was date night and you decided to go to the movies. While you were scrolling through your Instagram feed, Johnny’s phone ringed non-stop. He received text after text and even two calls and the sound annoyed the shit out of you. You got up to turn his sound off, but when you accidently saw the last text he got, you almost dropped the phone. You didn’t want to go through his texts, but you couldn’t stop yourself from reading the text she sent him.
19:27 Sujin: hey baby, I miss u
19:27 Sujin: are you free tonight? My pussy missed your dick!!!
19:28 Sujin: *picture attached*
It was a picture of her, half naked, you could fully see her breasts.
You should’ve known. You should’ve known that he lied when he told you that there was nothing going on between him and her.
You couldn’t cry, all you could do was laugh. Laugh at how stupid you were.
Why did he lie to you? Why didn’t he just tell you the truth? You were done with him and with his lies. Maybe it was your own fault. You knew that there was something, but you still believed him and took him back that night on New Year’s Eve. He said so much mean and disgusting things to you, Johnny acted like you were crazy and just out of your damn mind. He called you insecure. Johnny called you so many things and in the end, you were right.
You went to your shared bedroom and started packing a couple of your things. You needed to leave. Now.
You couldn’t cry. You wanted to, but you couldn’t. There were no tears left.
You packed some clothes, you weren’t going to move out. He cheated, he broke your heart and he has to leave. But you couldn’t stand being next to him. You would come back when he was gone.
Johnny entered the bedroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and little drops of water glistened on his body. Suddenly all you could see were her traces on his body. Love bites on his neck, down to his chest.
“Babe?”
You realized you were staring at him a little too long, the love bites were gone and Johnny came closer to you with a smirk.
“We can skip the movie if you want to.” He put two fingers on your chin and leaned down to kiss you, but you pulled back. Almost tripping over your bag.
“Babe? You good?”
“Cut the bullshit Johnny. I want you to leave and take all of your fucking shit with you. We’re done. I’ll come back when you’re gone.”
Johnny looked at you with so much confusion written all over his face. “Babe what are you talking about?”
“Go to your whore. She probably has enough space for you two.” You said with no emotion as you grabbed your bag.
Johnny still didn’t understand what you were talking about. “W-What are you saying? Baby I really don’t understand- What do you mean? Whore?”
You started laughing, “Come on, you know exactly who I’m talking about. She misses you so much Johnny. Poor girl needs her hole filled with your fucking cock. Go to her. She’s waiting for you.”
Johnny still didn’t get what you meant. “Fucking hell, I saw her texts Johnny! I’m leaving.”
It took Johnny a minute to realize what just happened.
You were about to leave the room when he stopped you. “Listen- please just listen to me.”
You scoffed, “There’s nothing you could say, Johnny.”
“T-There was nothing serious. S-She just texted me shit like that-“
“No Johnny! This isn’t just you and her texting, this is about you being not loyal to me. You lied to me, you called me names, you broke all your promises and you still cheated. You cheated on me with her, you don’t have to lie anymore. I won’t stop you anymore. Feel free to do whatever you want. Not that I stopped you from doing whatever you wanted before, but now you don’t need to come back to me anymore.”
You voice was filled with venom, Johnny knew he fucked up and he thought you would never find out, but now that you did, he didn’t know what to do or what to say to keep you, to make you stay.
“No no no don’t go. L-Let’s talk about this. Baby please don’t leave me. I love you.” Johnny started crying. For the first time in your life, you saw him cry.
You didn’t know how to feel about seeing him cry, but you listened to your brain and not to your heart like you always did and your brain told you to leave. You were done with him. So you left without looking back.
I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you
One of them's F and the other one's U
'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue
Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose
One of them's F and the other one's U
SMH, I'm pressing send on you
Johnny texted you about thousand messages every day since you left. He called and left thousand voicemails. After two weeks, you also got mail with letters. Letters filled with apologies.
You hated him so much, but you couldn’t stop listening to his voicemails or stop reading his texts and letters. Maybe it was because you missed him or maybe you felt better now that he ran after you like a lost puppy. But you couldn’t let go of him if he keeps sending you things like that.
22:04 J: I won’t stop trying.
22:05 J: I love you too much to let you go.
You laughed at that. He loves you? Is cheating his way of loving you? You decided to answer him.
22:10 you: Fuck u Johnny. You don’t know anything about love so just stop and don’t embarrass yourself.
22:10 J: I can’t believe you texted back. I knew you were reading my messages. Please, let’s talk.
22:13 you: Don’t you get it? I don’t want to see you.
22:14 J: Okay, then answer the phone. Let’s just talk.
Your phone started ringing and you almost answered. It rang and rang and he called you again and again, but you never answered.
22:50 you: stop calling. Stop texting. Just leave me alone.
You shook your head angrily.
He left you alone on New Year’s Eve, why was it so hard for him to leave you alone now?
Could've been this, could've been that
We done been there, we done been back
You ain't with it, could've said that
Why you tripping, let me hit that
I ain't trying to argue more.
I do it all for you,
You know you're my right eye
Baby, let me show you
Johnny was about to lose his mind.
After you left nothing made sense anymore. He was lonely. Lonelier than ever. Johnny has many friends but he never left the apartment to hang out with them.
There was no point in going out and coming back to a lonely home.
He missed you, he missed everything about you. He realized, after you left, that he loved so many small things about you. For example, the way you sneezed, that was the cutest sound he has ever heard or the way you always fell asleep with a little smile on your face. A smile he missed.
Johnny missed to see you on the couch, a pillow between your arms because you couldn’t hug Johnny, he had to take a shower or for whatever reason he couldn’t watch tv without you.
Oh, how he wished he could just drop everything and cuddle with you on the couch. You could’ve been in his arms right now, you could’ve been kissing him like you always did. You loved kissing him and he missed the feeling of your lips on his.
He regrets cheating on you. He regrets it so much and there’s not a single day without him crying about that.
Johnny rarely cried, you knew that, but after you left, he couldn’t stop his tears.
He had to show you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. Johnny had to show you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Johnny would do anything to get you back.
Oh, I know what's been going on
Don't even try to act like Mr Super Nonchalant
What makes you think I'll stick around
I'm not as stupid as you sound
And you sound really dumb right now
From A to Z, ooh
I got a lot of nasty things flowing up in my head
But none of them are worth my time
You're not even worth this rhyme
And I don't, I don't give a flying
It was hard for you to find a place to stay and Johnny knew that, but even though he wanted to be with you, he left your apartment so you could stay there. The only friends you had were Johnny’s and it was hard for you to ask them for help, you hated to ask other people for help, because you didn’t want to be a burden. That’s why you stayed in a hotel for two days, until Johnny texted you that he left the apartment. It hurt you a little, the fact that he was gone but you tried to ignore that feeling, just like you tried to ignore everything else he did. You overthink everything and you were scared to annoy his friends with your presence, which wasn’t even the case. After Johnny’s friend heard about what Johnny did and how he broke your heart, they lectured him and were angry. Yes, he was their friend but you were their friend too and what Johnny did was unacceptable. A couple of his friends reached out to you, they wanted to be there for you and help you go through the pain.
A month after your breakup, you met Johnny again. One of your mutual friends held a BBQ party and she insisted for you to come. Of course she told you about Johnny also being invited but you didn’t care about him at that moment. You wanted to have fun, but now, with him right in front of you, you wanted to go back home and hide under your bed. But you wouldn’t show him that.
You felt his eyes on you, no matter what you did or where you were.
Playing beer pong outside, his eyes were on you.
Cutting tomatoes in the kitchen, his eyes were on you.
Drinking your cocktail in the living room, his eyes were on you.
Not like a creep, of course. He watched you like someone who saw the love of their life for the first time and he saw the love of his life for the first time after the breakup. He thought about ways to approach you, to talk to you and apologize, but the timing was always bad.
Except for now.
“Y/n.”
Your turned around as soon as you heard his voice. The others were inside whereas you went outside for fresh air. Johnny followed you, he saw an opportunity to talk to you and he wouldn’t let go of that.
“Don’t walk away- please.”
“Why would I stay here with you?” you scoffed.
“Just listen to me, just once-“
“You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you’re going to say? It’s always the same shit. Oh, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t mean anything to me. Please forgive me. Blah Blah Blah.” You said in a mocking tone.
“But it is the truth! She doesn’t mean anything to me. I just love you, it was a mistake-“
“Johnny, come on. You sound so dumb right now. Just stop. Whenever I see your face, I just want to punch you and her, but you aren’t worth it. She isn’t worth it to be in my head. Fuck you and fuck her. Oh, wait, you did that already, right?”
Maybe you were being a little pathetic right now, but you didn’t care.
I don't really have much to say
I was over it the second that I saw her name
“I don’t really have much to say. I was over it the second that I saw he name on your phone.” you said, looking him straight in the eyes. Your voice was so cold, just like your eyes.
“But I have things I need to tell you. I need to tell you how much I love you and how sorry I am. Just listen to me, just this once and If you’re still done with me, than okay, I’ll leave you alone.”
“Fine. I’m so fucking sick of this.” You mumbled.
“I didn’t lie to you on New Year’s Eve. There was really nothing between me and her. She would text me but I never really replied to her. We went out a couple of times, but not just us. We went out with other friends and I barely noticed her. We were just friends, even less than that. On New Year’s Eve you pushed my buttons, I’m sorry to say it like that, but something inside me switched and all I wanted to do is to h-hurt you.” He looked down, ashamed, “I was drunk and angry. A really bad combination. I called her, she invited me to her home and before I knew it, I woke up with her next to me.”
You closed your eyes, you tried to imagine little butterflies and the sea, but all you could see was Johnny with another woman.
“As soon as I woke up, I came home and I-I didn’t know what to do. I hated -hate- myself for what I did that night, for hurting you and leaving you alone like that and for c-cheating on you. I know it’s not an excuse but I was so drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. It just happened. When I saw you at home, asleep on the couch, it broke my heart. I wish- I wish I could turn back time and stay at home with you that night.”
“Johnny-“
“I’m not done. I deleted that night from my memory. I know it’s stupid but I couldn’t lose you. I was selfish and I thought that you would never find out. B-But that night you saw her messages, you only saw her messages. It looked like we were still texting and s-sleeping with each other. But here-“ he pulled out his phone and showed you their conversation.
“I always told her how much I loved you and that she should leave me alone. That I did the biggest mistake in my life and that you’re the love of my life. I swear Y/n, I am so sorry, so fucking sorry that I hurt you like this. But I mean it when I say that I only love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I did so many mistakes and I totally get that you h-hate me but I want to show you how much I actually love you and I know that you love me too.”
You scrolled through their texts. He said the truth, he always told her to fuck off and leave him alone, she was also blocked now. Johnny told her that he wants only you and that he would spend the rest of his days regret hurting you, but he’d also spend the rest of his days loving you.
“I-“ you didn’t know what to say.
He was right, you still loved him.
“Johnny… can you take me home?”
I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you
One of them's F and the other one's U
'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue
Only two, ooh letters to choose
One of them's F and the other one's U
SMH, I'm pressing send on you
Johnny was bigger than you and stronger, but right now you felt like you were the stronger one.
You pressed him against the wall as you pressed your lips on his. You caught Johnny off guard but not even a second later, he kissed you back and put his hands on your waist.
“Don’t touch me.” you pulled away to say this and when he thought it was over, you kissed him again. Your hands were on his shirt, slowly pulling it up. When you were done, you pressed your hands lightly on his chest. You loved every inch of Johnny’s body.
Johnny was obviously stronger than you and he could push you away easily, but he couldn’t, until your hands landed on his belt. “N-No, Y/n wait-“ he said as he pulled away.
You ignored him.
You kissed right above his jeans, slowly going up leaving wet kisses on his belly and chest. You couldn’t reach his neck, you wanted to leave love marks, and that made you mad.
“Fucking big asshole. Why do you have to be so big?!”
“Y/n- I thought you wanted to talk? I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.”
“Just shut up and let me do what I want to do.”
“You’re drunk.” Johnny said. Yes you had a couple cocktails but you knew what you were doing.
“Fuck you, I’m not drunk! Do you want to fuck me or not?!” you yelled now, annoyed that he hesitate so much.
“Of course I want to fuck you but-“
“No buts. Take off your pants.”
Johnny didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. On the one hand he wanted to feel you close again, on the other hand he was scared to push you further away after having sex with you.
“Fine I’ll do it myself.” And you did. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulled it down along with his boxers and kneeled down.
His cock was semi-hard. The way you acted turned him on and now you’re on your knees looking absolutely beautiful and sexy.
You slowly started pumping his cock and Johnny bit his lip as he watched you. His tip was leaking with precum and you used it to make it easier to pump him. You put your lips on his tip and kissed it and then you licked it like a lollipop. You twirled your tongue on his tip, your hand still pumping him up and down. When you put his cock in your mouth, Johnny’s hands softly gripped your hair.
You pulled away, “No touching.” And he let go instantly. He was going crazy, he needed to touch you.
You put his cock back into your mouth and bopped your head. Johnny’s cock was big, you couldn’t fit all of his cock inside your mouth but the way he hit your throat turned him even more on. He was a moaning mess. You softly played with his balls and you felt him twitch. He was about to cum and right before he could, you stopped and pulled away.
“Fuck- What why did you stop? Are you alright?” he asked you. First frustrated that you stopped him from coming and then worried that he hurt you.
“Lay down.” You ordered him.
Johnny listened. He laid down on your bed and watched you take off your dress and your underwear. A sight he had missed so much, so fucking much.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Stop talking.” You ignored the butterflies in your belly.
You crawled on top of him and slowly put his cock inside of you. You were definitely wet enough. Johnny lost his mind, he missed being inside of you. He missed being this close to you.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned and his hands landed on your hips.
You grabbed his hands and pressed them down on each side of his head. “I said no touching, Johnny. No. Fucking. Touching.” You didn’t stop moving your hips as you said that you knew it turned him on as you felt him twitch again.
You weren’t going to lie. You felt amazing. You were embarrassingly close, all you did was sucking his dick and riding him for not even a minute.
You kept your hands on his wrists as you rode him faster and faster. The way you clenched around him, the little sounds that left your from kissing bruised lips, he loved it. Johnny loved you.
“I’m going to c-cum.” He moaned out.
“C-Cum inside of me, I want every drop of your cum Johnny.” You were so close and when Johnny came inside of you and closed his eyes while moaning your name out loudly, you came too.
You let go of Johnny’s wrists and collapsed on top of him as he pulled his cock out of you.
Chest against chest, heartbeat against heartbeat.
Your head was in the crook of his neck and you were breathing heavily. You tried to catch your breath and stop yourself from crying, but Johnny heard you sniffle and not even a second later, you started sobbing in his arms.
“Y/n? Are you crying?” he rubbed your back softly, not sure what else to do.
“Fuck you. I’m not crying I’m dancing you i-idiot.” You cried out.
You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, you didn’t notice how hard you were crying until it got hard to breath.
“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry. Look at me. You have to calm down.” Johnny softly pushed you up and you wrapped your arms around your boobs, suddenly feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.
Johnny was about to move away and you immediately hugged him tightly, you were scared that he would leave after fucking you. You were scared that you were just imagining this and that he wasn’t actually here. But Johnny actually just wanted to give you his shirt.
“Fuck you. I hate you. Y-You broke my heart.” You cried out as you hid your face in his neck.
Johnny slowly stroked your hair and with his other hand he held you tightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, but I love you so, so much.”
He was crying too.
“Y-you really don’t deserve me. Fuck you for hurting me, fuck you for cheating on me and fuck you… I-I still… love you.” You finally said it. It was so hard but all the weight on your shoulders vanished and you felt relieved.
“I love you. Only you. Please forgive, please let me love you again. Please I need you so much.” Johnny said and left little kisses on your shoulder.
You pulled back softly and looked him in the eyes. Your eyes were as red as his and full of pain and love.
“Please don’t hurt me ever again, please no matter how much you want to hurt me, just yell at me o-or I don’t know throw something at me… b-but don’t do that again…”
Johnny’s heart ached, he would never forgive himself for hurting you like this, for breaking your heart. It was a punch in the face to hear your words. Was he really such a monster? Yes he was. He was a monster who hurt his better half for something so stupid and now you were suffering. You were always right and he would do anything to make you happy. How could he even get mad at someone as kind and lovely as you? How could he even think of hurting you?
“D-Don’t say that. I will never hurt you again, I promise. I could never get mad at you, Y/n. Everything was my fault, I did this to us and you never deserved this. You are too good for me and I’ll make sure to show you how much I adore you, how much you mean to me. I’ll never let go of your hand.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, “I love you, Y/n. Can you give me a second chance?”
You looked him in his teary eyes. You were going to follow your heart and your heart told you to try again. You could see his love for you in his eyes and you could hear it in his broken voice. You were ready to give him a second chance, you could forgive him but you would never forget what he did.
You nodded softly “Y-You have to make it up to me and it won’t be easy.”
“I’ll do anything.”
“Okay.” You breathed out.
“Thank you.” He looked you in the eyes with his brown puppy eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips. You pulled back and watched his reaction. Johnny smiled softly and both of you slowly leaned in and kissed. A soft and slow kiss, with so much passion and longing.
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Hello! Can you please do a Levi headcanon/scenario where he hurts his crush's feelings and makes her cry but later regrets it and tries to apologise to her? Thanks!
𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)
➡text: Hello there!! And omg of course I would be happy to write this out 🥺 the fact that to see levi apologize or own up to his mistakes is something that I would like to even write about- so thank you for this request! I hope you love it anon ♥ (incoming some fluff and you wont regret it!)
synopsis: it was a long tiring day and with under pressure levi ackerman had, he accidently said something to y/n (his crush!) which hurt her feelings. levi feels terrible and to make it up for it, made y/n realize that levi and her might share the same feelings for each other.
fluff, angst, aot world, imagine fanfiction ♡ —
It was a long stressful day at the Survey crops headquarters building, and Captain Levi was assigned with many paper work to get done with.
The last expedition made Levi worry quite a lot for Y/N and her safety. Sure she was skilled, and a fast thinker but that still did not stop Levi from worrying about her. It was because he was the captain he had to worry about his squad....right?
But after Y/N getting hurt on the last expedition because she is kind of ‘reckless’ to what Levi thinks and used as an excuse, his heart sank and he then realized not only did he care about her too much, but he also developed feelings for her and with time it grew. Just her presence, the way she was, caring, friendly, confident, her natural beauty and a badass made him fall for her more.
But ever since on that day, he blamed himself for her getting injured because she was on his squad team.
The upcoming expedition was next month and he was becoming even more stressed and load with paperwork because it was a bigger mission this time they never had. Y/N obviously noticed that so after having a chat with Hanji she went by to his office and entered inside. They become more comfortable with each other so she was pleased to enter his office whenever she wanted to.
“Hi Levi, how are you?” she said with a bright smile, trying to light up the mood that was surrounding in his office.
“What do you think sherlock?” He spoke in a sarcastic tone and then let out a deep sigh. “O-Oh, Um I was wondering if you would like some help with the paperwork? I am free the whole day.” Her kind gestures always somehow warmed his heart, he liked the fact how in her free time she would always visit Levi and try her best to help him. But tonight was different, it was too much pressure loaded on him, he was not thinking straight.
He didn't respond to her offer and instead he got up from his seat behind the desk and gave her a piece of paper. “Read.” Was what he only said.
You took the paper from him and noticed....you were removed him Levi’s squad! “W-What....why.” You said so quietly but it had a very unhappy tone.
“You know why. You are too reckless, and I don't want that in my squad.” He lied and looked away, it was not because of your recklessness and never was because you were brave and perceptive. But in fact, it was because he wanted to keep you safe and away from harm because this time his squad was placed on the front and he moved you all the way on the back where it was safer. He does not want to lose you.
“I-I don't understand Levi...I though you trusted me-”
“Yea I don't trust you, and I clearly don't have time for you either.” You couldn't believe what he was saying to you, this behavior was out of nowhere and it made absolutely no sense! But, he was your source of motivation and inspiration and when he said that to you, it shattered your heart to pieces. You thought he had faith and trust in you and that's why he added you to his squad, you thought....you were important to him. Well, was important.
“Levi, please this makes no sense. At least explain to me why!” You yelled out, demanding an explanation for what the hell was evening going on.
“Don't argue with me.” He now gave you one of his hateful glares, and you know in a million years you would never be getting that from him, you were completely taken aback now. “Leave now! That’s an order L/N”.
You eyes were widen now, and your eyes were slowly starting to tear up. These words, completely damaged you and your feelings, he even called you by your last name which he never does. You never felt so hurt and your stomach sank which left you static and....heartbroken. Hearing this is a ego-killer for you. The paper you held slowly fell off from your hand, and you brought your hand up to cover your eyes and started to softly sob.
He noticed that quickly, and he wanted to come and comfort you but before he could do that you stormed off, slamming his door, y/n never wanting to see his face again.
Levi took a moment to process everything and then realized he had actually messed up everything. Both of you were so close and the bond and moments you both shared, Levi cherished that deeply. But, he ruined everything, shattered the bond, and now actually ironically losing you. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes tightly, “Fuck...The fuck is wrong with me?! Why am I so damn emotional.” And it was a fact, he was that when he bottled everything up and then let out his steam saying some bullshit.
It was days, and he didn’t even see or hear about Y/N. He did not get any sleep, staying up, overthinking his stupid mistake and regretting this all. His gilt, anger towards himself and grief started to grow by each day, hating himself how he hurt the person he had a crush on and someone he adored a lot which then lead to him thinking how to come to you with his true and deepest apology.
He tried to catch any chance to get you whenever you are alone and say apologize, but whenever he saw you, you would just jolt and try to run away and leave the place.
He then noticed from Hanji and the other scouts such as Armin and Mikasa that you were clearly avoiding Levi. He caught you by chance one evening as you were sitting down in the mass hall eating your sandwich alone so cutely and he just missed seeing that sight whenever you both had breaks and he would watch you eat cheerfully but....you were so down, that spirt was gone.
He was approaching you, and you then noticed that and felt your stomach sink, ‘Is he coming to me? Wait...he is, it’s only me here!’ You thought in your mind, panicking and not knowing what to do.
”Good evening.” He uttered, but you noticed there was some nervousness in that tone.
You did not look up at him and you left your sandwich that was half eaten on the plate, and got up. You lost your appetite, and you proceed to leave the mass hall, but you stopped in your steps when you heard Levi yell out. “No...d-don’t go. Please just stay for a bit.” The way he said it, was under such pain and he it sounded as if he was begging you. He really struggled doing this, but he would do it regardless if it was just to speak to you again for a bit.
He caught up to you, and took your wrist while his thumb was caressing your skin. You were still looking down, not wanting to see his face because you knew if you did now, you would tear up again.
“Can we talk please?” He said really quietly, and if the mass hall was not empty you wouldn't be able to grasp what he had said. Levi was clearly tensed and not sure if what he was doing is right, he never done this before, apologizing and talking about his feelings. But he would only, and only do this for the person he loved. Y/N.
“What do you want?” it came out more coldly then you expected and that made him hesitate. He remembered the image of your expression and you sobbing that day and it is still graved in his mind. He cant seem to get it out his head and he wanted to hear your forgiveness so it could go away.
“I fucked up, I know. But fuck, I...miss you.” He finally said, in a nervous and stuttering tone. He now moved his hand from your wrist to your soft and cold hands, and you could feel his warmth, warming your hand.
He brought up his other free hand and placed his palm on his forehead. Clearly this was hard for him and he felt such a jerk and an idiot cause all his words is now gone and he wasn’t sure how to say how apologetic he was and how you meant the world to him really.
But he know thought, How could he do this to someone who regularly checked on him, cared for him and also actually saw him as a normal person unlike the other scouts who thought he was heartless and just labeled as ‘strongest solider’. Y/N was the only who truly cared for his wellbeing and he admired that a lot. “Hey....I’m sorry. Everything I said wasn’t right. T-To be honest it was your bravery that made me fall for you...and care a lot more about you. So, please tell me What should I do to make it up for you?”
This caused you to finally look up to him and staring at his grey eyes, and after such a long time you were able to see his face clearly and close up which never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You stared at him for quite awhile, kind of surprised to what he said and the fact he was holding your hand meant a lot. But Levi took this as you still not wanting to talk to him, he wanted to say more and better things but he was quite bad formulating any more cause it him nervous and afraid to say something else to upset you further. He really did care about your feelings. “I won’t go....till I hear your answer. I waited long enough.”
You spoke, and after a long time hearing your voice this nearly made him tear up and that was because you were a big part of his life. “I can’t stay mad at you forever, so I forgive you. But, you hurted me and I cant forget that easily. But for now, Just....hold me.” You went near him and now placed both of your hands on his chest. He did not waste any second and pulled you in for a hug. It was probably his first time hugging you like this and he never knew it would make him have this fuzzy and sweet feeling like this. Of course, he would hold on to your waist, arm and shoulders sometimes during battle or when you needed some support to get up and move. But this was different, and he questioned himself how he never considered that.
Y/N and Levi both finally made up with each other, and he was really grateful for that and even the fact you forgave someone like Levi, he felt really lucky.
Of course, it will take some time for you to accept his apology, but he wont give up just yet and he really makes an effort everyday, you guys took it slow and he is more than willing to wait for you ♥
As, regret and remorse can lead a person to feel sorrow, this can cause a sense of sorrow for hurting someone such as Levi’s crush, and even though it was bad, this lead to him finally confessing and saying his true apology if it weren’t for this. Time is a healing process after all.
Once you finally sat down with Levi and talked back (after the countless times he tried to initiate a conversation or start something such as cleaning together but never got much a reaction from you) and had a small conversation with him asking how was his day. This melted his heart and he actually felt really happy inside that you finally started to speak to him. He missed your company, your sweet voice, and....that smile.
You surprised him further when you gave him tea (because he gave you so many things to somehow make you smile) and his eyes lit up, Levi never felt so happy in the last few weeks. Then he knew, that you. y/n, was his light and source of happiness. He drank the tea slowly cherishing it.
wow okay this was kind of emotional then I excepted it to be, but I honestly see a scenario like this happening where levi struggles and tries his best to own up his mistake and apologize and he would only be like this if it was to his crush and someone he loved cause this man gets nervous <3 so please y/n, give him some more hugs, he might not seem to ask for any but he is deeply inside craving for it. It’s his best comfort as it is coming from you! Anyways, please leave a like or a reblog if you enjoyed this and I hope you liked this anon 💖
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Of Those Wild Nights
Alex Turner x reader
Summary: You make Alex jealous and he proves that you're his.
warnings: smut, fingering
word count: 2.3k
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You were looking over the menu, patiently waiting for Alex to arrive at the restaurant that he asked you to go to for a date. It had to have been at least an hour since you arrived, and there was still no Alex. The waiter came over to the table where you were sitting quite a few times, hoping to take your order, but you always insisted that you were waiting for someone and that you would order whenever they got there, but you gave up on that after you had been there past the hour mark. This wasn't the first time that he never showed up for a date; it most certainly wouldn't be the last time.
Though, as much as you hated eating alone, you didn't want to let the reservations that Alex had set to go to waste and you decided to go on and order. The waiter came and took your order, and you soon decided to also order some red wine, needing the alcohol to to wash all the thoughts of Alex standing you up away.
Soon after your wine arrived, someone tapped on your shoulder and said your name. You expected it to be Alex and hoped that he realized that you were probably waiting for him, but no, instead it was one of your old friends that you unfortunately couldn't see as much as you would like because of their job that asked them to travel quite a lot.
You stood up and hugged him, you remembered the last time you saw him: nearly a year ago. "Oh my god, how have you been?" he asked, pulling away from the hug
"I'm good. You?" you replied.
"Same as always, oh, and I just got promoted actually, which means that I don't have to travel as much," he answered. "May I?" he asked, motioning to the empty seat across from you.
You nodded and he sat down, the waiter coming over and handing him a menu, taking his drink order. You were glad that he showed up, even though it wasn't supposed to be him that you were going to eat with.
"If you don't mind me asking, but ... where the hell is Alex?" he asked, knowing you too well that you would never go to a restaurant as fancy as this one without Alex, and that you never liked going out to fancy places alone.
"Uh ... he's, uh ... he's, I have no clue where he is actually. I mean, I knew that he was going to the studio today, but he knew about tonight, a-and ... I don't really know, to be honest," you explained, adding the extra bit of information about Alex knowing about the date.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that," he said, not understanding why Alex hadn't shown up to a date with you. You knew that you told him about Alex and he stayed silent, more than likely going over all of the things that you had told about Alex, saying that he was a romantic sweetheart, an amazingly goofy and funny person, that he could literally cure any sadness that you had with his smile, and that he never missed a date with you. But, you told him that three years ago, and since then he's still been all of those things, but never lived up to the 'never missing a date' part again.
You knew that Alex worked hard on his music and that's why he couldn't make it to all of the dates, but you wished that every once and a while he would just stop thinking about music and spend time with you. You knew that was selfish, but it was true.
"Uh, anyways, how has your work been?" your friend asked, changing the subject, seeing that you didn't want to talk about it.
"Its been good actually," you said, sitting up in your seat better. "I recently got promoted as well," you added.
"That's amazing," he said. The waiter soon came back to your table with your food and they took your friends' order, quickly running it to the kitchen. It didn't take as long for your friends' food to arrive and you both started eating your food, drinking the expensive wine that you ordered.
You had drank two glasses of wine, enjoying the conversations that you and your friend had, the thought of where the hell Alex was not even crossing your mind once after you started your first glass, and you certainly didn't mind that.
When you were all done with your food, you and your friend ordered dessert, a piece of cheesecake each, devouring it within a span of forty-five minutes. By the end of the night you were absolutely stuffed, not being able to eat anything else, so you and your friend decided to pay.
You called the waiter over for the check and he asked if you would be splitting the bill.
"No, we're paying together," your friend said. The waiter nodded and brought back the bill, your friend getting out his wallet and laying the amount due - and a tip - on the table, to your dismay of course. You tried to pay half of the bill, but he wasn't having it, always handing you back your money, but he did let you leave a tip. The waiter came back over and took the money; you and your friend got up and exited the restaurant.
On your way out, you accidently tripped over your own feet, your friend catching you before you fell and you both laughed. "Hey, isn't that Alex over there?" your friend asked, pointing out Alex watching you both, smoking a cigarette, leaned up against his car.
"Uh, yeah, it is," you answered. You both walked over to him and Alex took one last drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from you and flicked it on the ground. "Hey, Al," you said, going up to him for a kiss, him not returning it.
"Who's this you're with?" he asked, gesturing to your friend.
"Oh, I'm-" Alex cut him off.
"Look, I didn't like 'ow you were touching me girlfriend like that," he said, bringing up your accidental tripping. "Alex he was-" Alex cut you off instantly.
"Get in the car," he drawled, opening the door for you. "But-" you were cut off again.
"It's fine, really," your friend said, walking to his car, waving to you. "Bye."
You sighed and got into the car, buckling your seatbelt, Alex walking around to the drivers side, getting in as well. He started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot, beginning to drive home.
"Alex, are you alright?" you asked, turning towards him in the seat.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Just saw me girlfriend being touched by another man, so yeah, why wouldn't I be?" he answered. You knew that he was jealous before you got in the car, but now it was the most obvious thing. You wanted to say something else but didn't, stopping yourself before the first word left your mouth, and you were thankful that he didn't say anything the entire way home.
The drive wasn't long and you were happy about that, the tension building between you and Alex more. As soon as you got home and got inside, Alex had already pushed you back against the door, his lips attaching to your neck, sucking on one spot, leaving a hickey. Marking you like a damn horny teenager.
You couldn't do much except for snaking your hands into his hair, pulling on it as he kept kissing your neck, biting down on a few places. He pulled away, starring you down. "You're mine," he drawled, tugging on your dress, pulling it over your head, it hitting the floor with a soft thud.
Alex looked you up and down, admiring your body that he knew so well by now, maybe even better than you did. When his eyes met yours all you saw was lust, the dull ache between your legs growing at a surprisingly fast rate.
Alex moved closer to you, nudging your legs apart, pushing the material of your underwear to the side, fingers teasing your folds, hissing at how wet you were, his fingers coming into contact with your clit. You grabbed onto his shoulder to brace yourself, closing your eyes.
"You're so wet, baby, all for me?" he asked, two of his fingers circling your entrance, spreading your arousal around.
"Y-yes, all ... fuck ... for you," you whimpered, moaning when he pushed his two fingers inside of you. It hadn't even been five minutes and he'd already rid you of your dress and had you writhing for him.
He slowly started to move his fingers, going slow to tease you. Watching you throw your head back against the wall, he moved his fingers faster and you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.
He was still fully clothed, not even his jacket was off, and that turned you on all the more, but you wanted to feel him and your hands began to push off his jacket, hitting the floor behind him, then you started on his shirt, managing to get a few buttons undone before his free hand grabbed your and pinned them against the wall above your head.
"Let me touch you, baby," you said, tugging on your hands.
"No, gonna show you that you're mine, gonna make you remember," he drawled, moving his fingers in and out of you faster, your orgasm building up faster and faster with each movement of his fingers.
Moans fell from your mouth, getting louder and louder, so much so that you thought your neighbors could hear you. Alex's thumb soon found your clit, rubbing on it harshly, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm. He curled his finger inside you, hitting the spot that made you see stars behind your eyelids.
"D-do that again, Alex," you said, voice trailing off into a moan as he repeated the motion, smirking when your hips bucked into his touch. You knew that you were close and so did Alex, his movements somehow speeding up, rubbing on your clit faster.
"God, Alex, I'm s-so close," you whimpered, the knot in the pit of your stomach growing more and more.
"I know, love," he said. "Let go for me."
He curled his fingers deep inside of your, pressing down on your clit, tipping you over the edge and you moaned loudly. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, helping you ride out your high.
You came down from your high and Alex removed his fingers from you, releasing your hands from his grasp. You were panting heavily, Alex always somehow managing to take it away.
He pulled you flat against his chest and placed his hands on the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, and you did, arms wrapping around his neck as he carried you to the bedroom, practically throwing you down on the bed. You watched him closely as he started to remove his own clothes, shuffling out of his pants and boots, removing his socks. He crawled over you, kissing up your chest to your neck, biting down on a few spots, leaving a mark.
Your hands ghosted over his chest, going to his hair, bringing him in for a kiss. You felt him hard through his boxers on your thigh, starting to mindlessly grind on him. He pulled away, and helped you remove your underwear, removing his as well. He nudged your thighs apart, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing his hips forward, filling you up with in two pushes.
He started to move almost instantly, giving you very little amount of time to adjust to his size, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. You wrapped your legs around him, moaning when he sank deeper inside of you, one of your hands gripped his bicep that was beside your head, the other one going to his hair while his other arm gripped your hip.
He started off slow, his pace gradually increasing. You knew that it wouldn't take much before you were sent spiraling again, and Alex knew that too. His eyes pierced into yours, never once breaking the eye contact.
His hand that was holding onto your hips came in between our bodies, starting to rub on your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you, tugging on his hair harder. You could tell that Alex was just as close as you, his thrusts becoming sloppier with each one.
"A-Alex, I'm close," you said, nails digging into his skin on his arm, so close to your orgasm that you desperately needed.
"Me too, love," he said, delivering a very hard thrust, flicking your clit at the same time, which was enough to tip you over the edge, your eyes rolling back into your head. The sensation of your walls contracting around Alex's cock was enough to trigger his own release, hips stilling, releasing inside of you, collapsing on top of you.
You both laid there until you came down from your highs, Alex pulling out of you so that all of his weight wouldn't all be on you, laying down beside you. "You better now?" you asked cuddling up to him.
"I, uh ... I..." he stuttered, holding you close.
"It's okay, Al, you can tell me," you coaxed, kissing his temple. "I just ... I just sometimes feel like you'll want to leave me for some other bloke and when I saw you with 'im, I guess I just got angry and sad and jealous. I mean, look at you, who wouldn't want you and then look at me, who would want me?" he explained. Your heart broke, couldn't stand to hear him talk bad about himself.
"Alex, you're absolutely perfect. You're smart, kind, funny, handsome, and so much more. And as much as I love my friend, I love you even more," you said, kissing his lips now.
"Really?" he asked. You nodded and he nuzzled into your neck, placing a few light kisses to it. "I love you too, baby," he said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Al," you said, the both of you drifting off to sleep.
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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (14)
Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?
Alternatively:
"A future without you is a world without color."
Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au
Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Note: The lyrics of the song your eyes tell by BTS used in this chapter is NOT translated by me. It is composed/covered by genuis english translation and Jess A. Please consider listening to their music here. They’re a great singer! A line from Agust D’s 140503 at Dawn is also used in this update.
Warnings: blood, physical violence
***This is a super short chapter. JJK is just reflecting hehe
SERIES: CHAPTER 13 | FINAL CHAPTER
The blood in Jeongguk's lower lip was mocking him—telling him that once again, he fucked up.
Or at least this was what Park Jimin thought.
"So that's it, huh?" Your best friend rarely resort to violence—wait. This was wrong. Violence was never an option for Jimin, but he was making an exception tonight.
"You're just going to give up on her?" The older boy grabbed the collar of your soulmate's shirt.
Jimin was so mad he swore he could beat Jeongguk to a pulp.
How could Jeongguk be this dumb?
Jimin heard your conversation with your soulmate just a few breaths ago. He didn't plan to eavesdrop, it just happened.
Yoongi was the first one to know what happened to you. He was adamant to let you leave a while ago. He just had this weird feeling in his stomach that told him to check up on you.
His nightmare became a reality when he saw Jimin and Taehyung making out on the couch. You weren't with them and it only meant one thing: you left alone.
Yoongi was so mad at himself. He should have called you an uber or he should have driven you to wherever the hell you wanted to go.
This was partly his fault that's why he couldn't help but shudder in fear and regret when one of his staffs told him about what happened to you.
Police officers said you were under the influence of alcohol. Yoongi already knew this, but Taehyung and Jimin were still shocked.
They had no idea you left.
It actually took the three of them a long time to know what had happened to you. By the time they reached the hospital, they were already too late.
Jeongguk managed to make you cry over and over again.
What an asshole.
What kind of soulmate was Jeongguk? Were you really meant to be together? These questions were running inside your best friend's head. It had been answered when Jeongguk suddenly pushed Jimin away.
He wiped the blood in his bottom lip, smirking at his hyung.
"Who said I'm giving up on her?"
Jimin's jaw dropped. Jeongguk’s voice is full of confidence and determination.
"Y-You’re not?"
"No." Your soulmate said firmly. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Not when he was sure about what he felt for you, not when you needed him the most, and definitely not when you were giving up on him.
No. He should fight when you couldn't.
"Good," your best friend released a breath. He hated your soulmate for hurting you, but Jimin also knew that you loved Jeongguk—even if you told him otherwise.
This was the sad thing about the existence of soulmate that Jimin despised. The encouraging reminders like 'You should learn to love yourself,' and 'you don't need your soulmate to be happy,' would not apply.
It helped, yes. But your world was different. It would always feel like a part of you was missing when your soulmate didn’t love you back.
Humans were made to love and to feel loved. This reminded Jimin of the neon signage that's plastered on Genius Lab: I'm the island in this vast ocean, don't abandon me. This was Min Yoongi's idea. The bar owner always told him and everyone (really) that people were like island—they were able to provide—to extend their hands in this cold world.
They should never be abandoned because like any other things, they needed to be taken care of too.
"But what are you planning to do?" Jimin creased his forehead.
Jeongguk didn't even bat an eyelash when you told him to let you go. This was what annoyed Jimin. How could your soulmate be so silent about this? Why did he simply leave when you told him to go?
In Jeongguk's defense, he just didn't want to upset you any longer. He was aware that his presence was stressing you out. You should rest, especially because there's possibility that you might need to undergo an eye surgery.
Jeongguk's heart clenched once again. You were blind and you thought it was because he hated you.
It’s not true and he would change your mind.
"Seriously, Guk?" Taehyung shook his head, scowling. "This is your and my fiancé’s idea?"
"Don't get mad at Jimin-hyung. It's my idea." Jeongguk corrected his best friend. "Your soulmate is just helping me."
It had been days since the accident and you were aware that Jeongguk had been by your side all this time, not really by your side, per se, but he was around. He was patiently waiting outside of your room in this hospital, begging Jimin and your other loved ones to tell him what he could to help.
Today was the only time he left the hospital, as in the same day of your eye surgery.
Jeongguk swore he's not running away this time though. He was actually going to let you know that he would be staying with you. Forever.
"I can't let you do this, Jeon. I'm gonna lose my job if you fuck this one up!" Taehyung groaned.
"Hyung, please. This is really important!" Jeongguk was nervous. He was running out of time. Your surgery was in a few minutes and here he was, invading the studio where Taehyung worked as a DJ.
"This is going to be aired on national radio, Guk. As in the whole South Korea!"
"I know!" Jeongguk's eyes were blown wide. "This is exactly why I want to do this, hyung. I want everyone to know how I feel!"
If you couldn’t see, then maybe you could understand Jeongguk’s feelings by listening. He was willing to explore other senses just to make you believe.
"Fucking sappy!" In the end, Taehyung had no choice but to let his best friend proclaim his love for you.
Jeongguk smiled as he tapped the microphone, softly calling your name.
"It's Jeongguk. I know you don't want to hear from me, but I have something to say." Jeongguk grimaced. He seriously sucked when it came to expressing his emotions through words. "This will be quick, I promise. I just hope Jiminie-hyung is actually helping me out."
"Of course he is!" Taehyung shouted somewhere. Jimin wouldn't dare to ruin this for you. His task was simple anyway. He only needed to make sure that you were listening to the radio a few moments before your eye surgery.
You were nervous. Jimin wanted to help you calm down by making sure that you knew Jeongguk was not going to leave you alone in the cold.
"Anyway I know that I...well...I," your soulmate blushed. How should he describe himself? Was there a word that could emphasize his stupidity?
"I am an idiot." Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek. This was the only adjective he could think of. "I am the idiot who hurt you and I know, I know...I don’t deserve your forgiveness because of how selfish I was—I mean, am. I still am."
He chuckled nervously. His heart was hammering.
"Call me selfish or whatever you want. I'm sure I deserve it anyway, but yeah...I'll be selfish again if this is the only way to let you know what I really feel about you."
Jeongguk cleared his throat as the beat of the music started to play.
"Why are my eyes filled with tears?” He sang.
This was a song composed by him. Of course he couldn't do this alone. Namjoon was the one who produced the beat of this song. He also helped his brother-in-law to write the lines. Ji-eun's father was a lyrical genius.
"Hey, stay by my side and laugh.” Jeongguk knew he was asking for too much. It was impossible to simply smile and stay with him—not after the hell he had put you through.
"A future without you is a world without color, filled with monochrome coldness." But this was the exact representation of what would happen if you weren't in his life.
Life would literally be black and white. Dull. Jeongguk knew how essential colors were in his life, yet if he was forced to choose between the hues and you, he would choose you in a heartbeat.
"Even the darkness we see is so beautiful. Please believe me."
Darkness was the absence of light. You were Jeongguk’s light. His life would be dark if you were not around.
He also knew you were going through the darkest time of your life, so he wanted this moment to still be beautiful.
He wanted you to believe that every hardship would pay off. You just had to believe.
"Looking only directly at you, so you don't go away"
Jeongguk wrote this line many months ago. It wasn't even meant to be lyrics to a song. These were simply the words he incorporated in his art.
Jeongguk was a soft person. He usually put cheesy captions in his paintings and drawings—the things he usually couldn’t verbalize.
"Whatever lies in the way of you and me. I'll just keep looking at the future of you and I."
It didn't matter that you lost hope. Jeongguk was sure he would make you believe in love again.
"Shadows of the past keep chasing me everywhere I go, and they try to keep ahold of me and till this day they follow me."
He would try to let go of his hurtful past. Those things didn't matter because he could always make good memories with you.
"Even though it seems to be the start of the end I'll call you and shout out your name."
He would be the hope in your relationship. This might be the end for you; however, Jeongguk was just starting.
Starting to accept the soulmate bond.
"I'll become your eyes to the world and for whatever we may face."
Starting to show you how much you meant to him.
He was willing to become your eyes if you didn't recover from this instantly. He would guide you until you could see again.
"One day all of this, this sadness that we share will bring us together."
The sadness would be over soon. You would see again;
Because Jeon Jeongguk was sure. He loved you and...
"Your eyes will tell."
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You Call Him Daddy?!
You accidently call them daddy in front of the team.
Azumane Asahi x Reader
Bokuto Kotaro x Reader
For anon, ily! I had so much fun writing this. ʕ*ﾉᴥﾉʔ LOL I like writing crack aus, they make me laugh. This is semi-smutty so keep that in mind!
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Azumane Asahi
It was all Tsukishima’s fault you two got exposed
The little brat could not stop bickering with you and you ended up saying something you never in a million years would have said
You missed Asahi, he has been so busy with school and volleyball, you felt a little lonely
Which led you to watching his practices, just sitting there and doing your schoolwork while you wait for it to end
Then you two walk home together
Tonight, however, most of the team was staying back to continue practice further while the coaches left and called it a night
You were so bored and tired, you wanted to leave but stuck through it just for him
Of course, a certain snarky blond caught onto your attitude
“Why are you still here?” Tsukki would glance down at you, making it painfully obvious of the height he has on you
“Is that any way to talk to someone who’s older than you?” You’d narrow your eyes back at him
“You don’t count because you have the height of a middle schooler.” His words irk you and you know he is just doing it because he is bored but you fall right into his trap
“(Y/N) you look like you’re going to explode, ignore Tsukishima.” Daichi would try to calm you down but you wouldn’t break the eye contact with the first year
“Ahhh you look like you’re going to cry. Are you going to cry to your mommy and daddy, senpai?” The blonde sneers and you speak without thinking
“Yeah, I am! Asahi!” You whine and stomp your foot, not noticing the blank look on Daichi’s face and the disgusted one on Tsukki’s
“You call him daddy?” The blond stiffens, trying to hide his laughter as his shoulders start to shake
You can only open your mouth in horror as you neither confirm nor deny his statement
“Oh my god, okay, let’s call it a night.” Daichi would try to end the practice right then and there
“I’m not done!” Hinata would childishly pout
When you glanced at your boyfriend, all the color would drain from your face because you could tell that not only did he hear, but the rest of the upperclassmen as well
“Go, daddy~” Sugawara would tease, pushing his ace’s shoulders, motioning for him to go to you
At this point, Tsukishima would lose it and burst out laughing causing a chain of reactions
Noya jumping on Asahi’s shoulders and Tanaka in tears on the floor
Ennoshita and Daichi try to shut them all up
Even Kageyama’s cheeks were stained red as he tries to hide that he heard what he just heard
By the way your boyfriend’s eyes harden when they met yours, you’re going to have to do a lot to make this up to him
Asahi is not one for public humiliation
Good luck, he might look like a softie but he is going to ruin you
You can’t help but squirm in Asahi’s lap, the tops of your knees are pressed against the side of his thighs. His large hands grip at your hips and hold you flush against the top of his thighs, you freeze against him.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You whimper pathetically, genuinely sad that you made him feel so uncomfortable today. A harsh hand is brought against your bare ass and you whine at the sting.
“Daddy isn’t too happy with you right now princess, I don’t want to hear any noises from you.” Asahi would gently rub his palm against your red ass, trying to soothe the skin before he delivers another harsh blow. You know better than to irritate him even more so you lay there motionless, biting the inside of your cheek to hide your moans. One after another each blow stings more than the last. Tears start to pool in your eyes before they spill down your cheeks, Asahi is quick to wipe away these tears. He waits patiently for your sniffles to reduce before spanking you once more. A few more hits are delivered before Asahi finishes his work.
He leans down to press soft kisses against the burning skin and you hiss against the touch. His lips trail all over your skin, mouthing at every red area. Asahi moves and situates you to rest on top of the bed, still on your stomach but with your ass now high in the air. He moves to kiss along the inside of your thighs and you can’t help but reach back and grab a handful of his hair.
“W-wait daddy, are you still mad at me?” The worry swirling in your eyes makes Asahi’s heart clench in his chest and he can’t help but cup your cheek gently.
“Baby I was never mad, a little embarrassed but never mad, I could never be mad at you.” His lips press gently against yours and you moan softly against his lips, gripping his hair tighter when he slips his tongue into your mouth.
“Can I continue angel?” Asahi pulls back to run his nose along your own and you nod your head. “Use your words.”
“Yes, daddy.” And with that, he dives back between your legs and has you withering on underneath him all night.
Bokuto Koutarou
It was the annual summer training camp and you decided to visit during the day to watch your boyfriend and a few of the games
You were going to leave at night but decided to stay back and talk with your friend, who was one of the managers of Fukurodani
“It’s so boring, what can we do to make the time go faster?” Yukie complained and Kaori nodded along in thought
“Truth or dare?” The other girl throws out and Yukie’s eyes light up mischievously
It was all going well, the three of you doing stupid dares or telling dirty secrets
Until Kuroo walked by
“I’m telling you, he would be such a daddy.” Kaori’s mouth practically waters as the tall captain walks by and she immediately looks at you “I dare you to say daddy, really loud, like you’re asking for something”
You freeze and immediately shake your head, having to refrain from looking at your boyfriend
“Why not! It was your turn anyways and you picked dare, we just want to see if he will turn around! Hurry before he leaves!” Your friend continues to pushy and you can only watch her with horror in your eyes
Deep down you’re praying, begging to anyone who will listen that Bokuto won’t hear you
“Umm, d-daddy?” You call out lowly, eyes darting from Bokuto to Kuroo
“LOUDER!” Kaori forces out in a hushed whisper
“Daddy!” You huff out, letting your frustrations take over as you glare at your friend “See he didn’t even look you dumbass-“
“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Bokuto innocently walks up to you and if it didn’t make matters worse, the whole gym fell quiet
“I-I, umm, we were playing truth or dare.” You swallow loudly and Bokuto shrugs before patting your head, skipping back to the court and demanding that Akaashi throws him a serve
It took a minute for all the gears in everyone’s heads to start working
“(Y/N)!” Yukie tackles you to the ground, eyes wide as she stares down at you “You call him daddy?” Her eyes are demanding you to tell her and you can only dart your eyes all around the gym
“Do you need me to block for you, daddy?” Kuroo taunts as he walks up to Bokuto, his arms crossed over his chest as his laughter resonates throughout the gym
“Shut the fuck up Kuroo.” Kenma sighs as he walks past him, ignoring his dejected best friend who trails behind him at the words that fell from his lips
Konoha, Sarukui, and Washio all watch their captain closely as if they can’t believe what just happened, their eyes darting back and forth from you to your boyfriend
“Why do you all keep staring at me?” The owl practically snaps, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on the ball Akaashi threw for him “All I did was check on my girlfriend.”
“After she called you daddy.” Konoha coughs and Bokuto’s eyes close as if he’s in pain
“You’re not confirming nor denying it, daddy.” Kuroo coos again as he walks past the court and Bokuto narrows his eyes at his friend
“You’re just mad because Kenma won’t call you that.” Bokuto snaps before dramatically turning back to the court, throwing his hand up in a signal for Akaashi to toss him another ball
The gym goes silent once more, gaping as Kuroo only nods his head and accepts defeat
“WHAT THE FUCK-“
Yup, just another typical joint practice
“P-please daddy.” You whine as Bokuto stills his movements, his hips flushed against yours, unwrapping your thighs from around his waist.
“When you called out for daddy today, was it for someone else?” His question causes you to tense and you advert your eyes. “Thought so.” His hand smacks your ass harshly and you moan loudly. “Daddy doesn’t share.” Bokuto continues to land slap after slap, not stopping once to soothe the sting. “Oh you like that, don’t you pretty girl?” He groans when he feels your walls clench tightly on his length.
“Yes, daddy.” Your breath hitches in your throat after every slap and you lift your hips, trying to get away. Bokuto only grips your hip with his other hand, planting you directly into the mattress with nowhere to move. “Koutarou, fuck.” You hiss when his hands start to roughly grip one of your cheeks, the stinging subsiding under his harsh grip.
“That’s it, only ever say my name.” Bokuto growls into your ear before moving his hips again, his thrusts drill into you one after another. It doesn’t take long for him to find your sweet spot and tears are pooling in your eyes at the feeling.
“Thank you, daddy, you feel so good.” Each whimper that slips past your lips is muffled when Bokuto presses his lips to yours. His kisses are so gentle compared to how roughly his body is moving.
“Tell everyone how much you need daddy.” He lowly chuckles and you sigh out when he begins to kiss your neck.
“Only for you~” You giggle, too far gone when one of his hands moves down to press against your clit. “Harder daddy, harder!” You beg and cry when he begins to play with the little bundle of nerves.
“Give in to me, give into daddy.”
#asahi x reader#bokuto x reader#haikyuu Asahi#haikyuu bokuto#haikyuu fic#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu smut
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Imagine if the suitors went to the beach for a whole day in the modern world...what crazy crap do you think will happen
Here are a handful of crazy and/or cute headcanons that came to mind! :D
-Mozart swatting away seagulls because HE IS TRYING TO EAT IN PEACE
-Jeanne watching him, MC offering him two water guns with a silent nod (sunglasses on, we’re going full meme)
-Jeanne then proceeds to shoot at them (no gulls were harmed in making of this promotional video) and his aim is impeccable it would be disturbing if the thwarted squawking wasn’t so funny
-Little kids start swarming around Jeanne asking how he’s so amazing and wanting to play team battles, inviting him to join
-Napoleon encourages him, and even Mozart joins in despite not liking getting wet very much (he wants Jeanne to have some positive fun times bc he BIIIIIIIG depressy)
-In the end they both admit to having fun, and one of the kids even teaches Jeanne a special ten step handshake (Jeanne has no idea what that was but the kiddo was smiling so he figured he’d go with it)
-HE AND MOZART STILL SECRETLY USE THE HANDSHAKE FOR FUNSIES BUT TELL NO ONE BECAUSE THEY DON’T LIKE F U N DON’T LOOK AT THEM
-Dazai, alternatively, gathers the fallen gull army and becomes their god with a singular cylinder of Pringles. No I will not elaborate--THE SEA GULLS GOT HER!!!!!!!!
-Spends most of the beach day wetting his feet in the tide pools and talking very earnestly to the gulls about this new thing he learned about called tax evasion while people pass by this fucker in full kimono at the beach and are convinced he’s lost it
-Dazai is very much not sane but we knew this already, offers sea shells to little kids that ask him what he’s doing and tells them to listen to the secrets bird friends can tell them
-If Dazai sounds like an Animal Crossing Villager, that was entirely by accident but remains no less true
-Surprising absolutely no one, Arthur suggests volley ball after watching people play and invites some pretty ladies to join him
-Arthur ends up needing two more people to play, so he invites Vincent and Theo (Vincent is so excited about trying something new that Theo can’t say no despite wanting to make a volleyball-shaped crater in Arthur’s face)
-The funniest part about the volleyball game is that not only is Arthur a shit player (CANON WEAK ARMS FOOL) Theo destroys with his spikes, and Vincent’s reach is insane--the two brothers end up becoming the talk of the beach
-I just laugh imagining Vincent sincerely complimenting people around him and the ladies swooning because he’s just so nice and pretty is he even real
-Men aren’t happy about that^TM but at the sight of Theo’s defensive glower they keep their malicious traps shut--which turn on whichever girls weren’t interested in Vincent jahkslgjh
-**Kaguyasama narrator voice** Today on Arthur Shenanigans: Arthur loses
-Poor Isaac is hiding under the umbrella clutching sunscreen bc HE IS A PASTY BOY HELP HIM
-MC brought a few of the newest Maths/Physics books in her time for him to read, and while he doesn’t enjoy the intensity of the sun--not like vamp weakness, it’s just the strain on his body (too many stimuli too many people too much noise) that makes him tired and ultimately thirsty bc aberrant. But the change of scenery's not so bad.......
-MC laughs when she gets out of the water and the salt dries visibly on her skin, Isaac’s eyes bug out and he asks if it hurts (startles when Leo flicks sea water at him and asks how on earth they got in the water when it’s so cold!!!)
-Leo chats with him and he likes being able to draw theorems and the like in the sand, it’s like one big chalkboard (until a kid tramples across them in the middle of writing, POPPYCOCK!). Isaac ultimately has fun but prefers to stay inside poor bub
-Leonardo, surprising no one, falls asleep in the sand the second he gets there HE IS HOME (Italian beaches, amirite)
-MC decides to, after a point, bury him fully in the sand for shits
-Comte notices and aids in her shenanigans from his beach chair, snickering the whole time
-When the two are satisfied they go for a swim together, trusting Leo to look after Isaac if need be (even if he’s a mummy rn)
-Comte is relieved to hear that she knows how to swim, but also watches carefully and doesn’t let her drift out too far by keeping closer to the shore himself (riptides!!!! can be!!!!!!! dangerous!!!!!!!!!!) if he had his way (he would never impose but he worries ;-;) she’d be wearing floaties SAFETY FIRST
-They splash at each other like maniacs and chat amiably until they start swimming away as fast as possible when Leo wakes up, laughing
-How do we know that Leo woke up?
-Because he sat up ramrod straight and a tower of sand fell. He then proceeded to jump up and sprint to the water despite Isaac’s startled cries about being careful, and swam after them like a shark to get his revenge (it was like something out of an anime s2g)
-Mostly just tugs on MC’s leg, picks her up in the water, and yeets her across in retaliation; really harmless, she’s cackling the whole time
-Dunks Comte’s head in the water while he’s being scolded, and MC has to de-escalate their increasingly dangerous shenanigans before the life guard comes after them LMFAO
-They concede only bc MC looks sad/worried abt being kicked out, and agree to keep things fun FIGHT TO THE DEATH LATER TONIGHT
-Napoleon goes for a nice long walk along the shoreline and climbs the rocks if he finds any til he gets to the top (he does not go to his happy place HE GOES TO HIS HIGH LONESOME PLACE) wishes that Jupiter could be here to enjoy the brine
-Our boy Napoleon is simply just vibin he loves the beach. A little further off the sound of people is p muted, it’s just the crashing waves and crisp smell of salt, the light breeze ruffling his hair
-Sebas is absolutely watching through binoculars and writing down how majestic Napoleon is while making sure no one gets lost/wrecked as he takes notes
Bonus: since volleyball games can often happen back to back on a sizable beach, the boys^TM were playing and Arthur called out “Theo duck!!!!” and just as Theo was saying “Are you fucking kidding me did you really think I’d--T H W A C K” Theo gets nailed in the back of the head (Arthur later died after being put in a headlock)
Shakespeare didn’t feel like playing volley ball and didn’t have much else to do (can’t swim and has no interest), so he just sat back and tried to throw Theo off his game as much as possible
Por ejemplo: Theo misses a serve and Shakespeare just “For never was there a story of more woe; O bard Alexa, verily, play us Despacito” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”
Jeanne also gets hit by a stray volley ball, but when Vincent said “Oh no, Jeanne, duck!” he has one of either two reactions: 1. Boulevard of Broken Dreams plays obnoxiously loud as he dodges inhumanly fast 2. he quacks, gets nailed, and doesn’t react because he doesn’t have any brain cells to damage
#asks#ikevamp headcanons#ikevamp#ikemen vampire#ikevamp napoleon#ikevamp mozart#ikevamp leonardo#ikevamp arthur#ikevamp vincent#ikevamp theo#ikevamp dazai#ikevamp isaac#ikevamp comte#ikevamp saint germain#ikevamp sebastian#ikevamp jeanne#ikevamp jean#ikevamp shakespeare#rambles#BEACH DAAAAAAY#man i love the beach corona is killing me smalls#i miss the saaaaaaand#i miss the wooooooooter#i miss the roooockkskskskskks#alas#(omg what if I was the brainwashed sea gull all along????? **insert surprised pikachu meme**)#but i hope you enjoyed my humble offering of nonsense!!!!#i hope you are doing well fren <3
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hands; izuku midoriya ¹
ship: izuku x reader
word count: 1.4K
genre: ♡☾☹
content: college, no quirk au all characters aged up, smut , fluff, angst (maybe)
content warnings: smut , body issues, anxiety, depression, nsfw content
notes: probably won’t be that long, pls give me suggestions & i opinions I would love them :D
summary: midoriya had always know people would stare at his hands that were filled with scars and not the prettiest but he didn’t pay it any mind. until he met you, praising his hands and the person they’re attached to. he realizes maybe he isn’t always strong and it’s okay he has you to make him feel like he put the starts in the sky.
it was the beginning of the second year at ua. you had transferred 3 months ago. it was easy to adapt to the new school and everyone was friendly.
however it was starting to get closer and closer to a very dreaded time, midterms. looking at your schedule, you could see all the study sessions scheduled. you could already feel all your brain cells screaming for help.
right now, you were busy going over chemistry with kirishima. to be honest, you sucked at chem. all the math made it even more difficult.
he was a little better at it than you. but you we're waiting for the rest of your friends to get here.
mina & bakugo were both the best at this class. they both had interest in learning about it for some reason.
after a while everyone had arrived and you all started to chatter.
"ugh i'm over this. I should just drop out already."
with a snicker bakugo said, " yeah sure and what are you gonna do be a stripper?"
"wow your so smart, that's a great idea. i'd be making bank."
"i swear your a fucking idiot."
with a shrug you reply, " yeah but at least i'm a hot idiot.
"anyways, can we talk about something else."
with a glint in her eye, mina asked "so y/n, anyone catch your eye yet?"
"hmn, maybe, maybe not."
"y/n, come on you've been here for months and not once have you told us you liked someone."
"i haven't even been paying attention to the guys here. i've been trying to get used to school here."
"well i hope you find someone interesting."
you just nod, and like that the conversation ends and the studying continues.
after the studying session, you decided to go to the cafeteria to buy some food before going back to your dorm to sleep.
you got your water and ramen, then sat down and began eating. as much as you loved your friends you also liked being alone. it was nice and peaceful.
you didn’t really like opening up to people, preferring to be left alone. of course you wanted to have friends , most people do. but there just times when being alone is also good.
you were drinking water when out of no where you head a voice say, "can i sit here ?"
to say you were scared was an understatement. you jumped at the noise and started choking on your water. you barley managed to swallow it when you started coughing uncontrollably.
honestly, you shouldn’t even have flinched at the noise, considering who you hang out with. but your we’re doing deep in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice anyone around you.
"oh my god. i-i'm so sorry here let me help."
the stranger gave you a napkin, and was patting your back trying to help.
through your teary eyes you could see the persons hand. it was covered in scars.
when people asked one another what they noticed first in a person. the replies are usually, eyes, face, body. your answer was hands.
you liked them. you had no idea why but you did. you probably had a hand kink. you knew it was something people were insecure about.
as soon as you had calmed down, you looked at the stranger who almost gave you a heart attack.
it was a boy, with curly green hair and matching green eyes. he had cute freckles as well. he gave off a very innocent facade.
when you got a look at his body, it didn't match his face. he was muscular but still lean. you looked at his arms and hands. they were covered in scars.
with a cough you said, "y-you made me choke."
"i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, i-it was an accident—"
"look all I'm saying is if you were gonna make me choke, you should've used those gorgeous hands."
"what the fuck."
with a laugh you add, "sorry i just think your hands look super cool, it was a joke i'm—"
"is that how you talk to everyone you meet?"
"no, not usually."
there was a moment of awkward silence, before you began talking again.
"anyways i'm leaving so you can sit, it was nice to see you. goodbye. "
with that you grab your things, throw out the trash and head back to your dorm.
as your body hits the pillow, you look at the ceiling, remembering the guy you met tonight.
with a yawn you say to yourself "hmm i hope i see him again." and with that you immerse your self in sleep, till your alarm wakes you to begin another day.
wednesday. your favorite day of the week. you only had one lecture today and it was a class you did well in naturally so there would be no issues.
usually when you walked in, you just sat at the front of the class. you didn't even pay attention to the other people in your class.
keeping mina's words in your head, this time you looked up at your classmates. you look through the rows, not noticing anyone familiar.
until you looked next to the window, seeing the same guy from the cafeteria. i mean this must be a sign, so you quickly ascend the rows until you reach the seats near the window.
"excuse me, can i sit here."
"oh um yeah sure."
you sat down, getting out your notebook for the class lecture. looking over at the boy he was doing the same thing.
soon enough, the professor arrived and started going over the lesson. you tried to listen to what he was saying and write them down.
but all you could see was this guys hands. he twirled the pencil between his fingers when he wasn't writing, a nervous habit you assumed.
he had long fingers, bit skinny but not super thick either right in between. you didn't want to dwell on the length of his fingers or you'd be getting other ideas.
you decided to just snap out of it and finish the class. not that you didn't sneak a glance or two his way.
you didn't even realize the class was over until he closed his notebook and began putting his things away.
you started doing the same. "thanks for letting me sit here, hands."
with a slow nod he replied, "o-oh yeah no problem." not really registering the nickname you used.
you began going down the stairs, with a smile on your face. you could tell the boy was right behind you.
you we're about a foot from the door when you heard, " um you know i have a name right."
you giggled lightly before turning to face him. "sure, but i don't know it."
"well since you left yesterday, i wasn't able to introduce myself. i also felt bad about making you choke. i would never guess you scare so easily"
"yeah, i understand. it's okay it's not like it's a big deal , it was an accident."
"anyways my name is y/n, it's nice to meet you."
"oh likewise, my name is iz—"
you were interrupted by the classroom door slamming open. you both turned to see bakugo, looking pretty unhappy.
"oi, you idiot i've been waiting for you for a while. what's taking so damn long, i'm fucking hungry. i was about to leave your stupid ass behind."
"sorry, i was just talking to—"
grabbing your hand and dragging you away he started yelling, " i don't care what extra your talking to, we're leaving now."
and just like that you never got to hear the boys name. stupid bakugo, you thought.
at least he was paying for your dinner. you both were the only ones who liked spicy food so you went to eat every wednesday, it was a tradition you both put in place.
not only did you not hear his name, you also missed the slight frown on his face as he saw bakugo drag you away.
he couldn't even tell why he felt upset you had been dragged away. he just hoped he got to see you again, even if you made him feel a little shy.
touching his hand, he recalled your words. after everything he had been through he didn't voice it but he could always feel the uncomfortable stares of others of his messed up and scarred hands.
he liked that you didn't look at him with disgust or pity. you were like a breath of fresh air. made him want to show off his hands, that he had been trying so hard to hide without realizing.
#izuku fluff#izuku mydoria#bnha izuku#mha izuku#izuku x you#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya#izuku midoriya x reader#deku#deku x reader#deku x you#mha#mha deku#mha x reader#midoriya#bnha fanfiction#bnha midoriya
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“I have something to tell you”
-Prompt : You have a secret to tell to Seungcheol, your boyfriend, that would change your lives.
- Pregnancy au ? idk lmao
-Pairing : Reader X Seungcheol (S.Coups) - Seventeen
-Genre : Fluff ?
-Word cound : 850-ish
“Have you told him yet?” Joshua asked as he looked at your belly
“No…” you replied, letting out a big sigh
“What?? Are you kidding? Girl…you have to tell him!”
“I know! I wanted to but…”
You pulled your phone out of your pocket
“Look…Yesterday, I was about to call him to tell him but look at what he sent me. This video is just him having fun with his friends, it’s been so long since he visited his hometown, Josh. I don’t want to ruin this moment.”
“How could you ruin his holiday by telling him he is going to be a father Y/N?” your friends asked, gently patting your hand
“Because…he doesn’t want to.”
Joshua could now understand why you were so scared of telling Seungcheol you were pregnant. You two had been dating for about 3 years now but you never really talked about having kids even though, Seungcheol had mentioned before that he didn’t feel ready at all to be a father.
All of this happened by accident. You had discovered your pregnancy a few days before he left for Daegu, to meet with his family and childhood friends.
“He doesn’t want to have kids or at least for now. And neither do I…I don’t know how it happened but-” You continued
“-It did happen and now you have to tell him Y/N. Even if you don’t want to keep it, he deserves to know and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.”
“I don’t know…but I’ll call him tonight, I swear…”
“Do you want me to stay with you?”
“It’s okay…I’ll call you if I need a shoulder to cry.” You joked
“Alright, I’ll get going then, bye girl, and call me if you need anything okay? Take care”
“Yes…bye Josh, see you tomorrow.”
He grabbed his jacket and placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving your apartment.
You unlocked your phone, took a deep breath and tapped on your boyfriend’s name on yourcontact list.
Unexpectedly enough, he didn’t respond so you left a voicemail.
“Hey cheol-ah…I hope everything is fine and that you have a great time with the boys, I called you because I wanted to tell you something but…I’ll call you back a little later…bye, love you”
Not even five minutes after you hung up, you felt her phone buzz against your thigh. It was Seungcheol
“Hey babe, I was taking a shower sorry…you wanted to talk?” He said with a cheerful tone.
“Yeah…I need to tell you something…” You started
“What is it? You miss me too much that’s it huh?”
“Seungcheol I’m serious…but I can’t tell you on the phone…I’m coming to Daegu.”
“What? Right now? Are you sure?”
He sounded genuinely concerned
“Yeah…It’s too important. I’ll be here in a few hours.”
And without thinking twice, you took your purse and jumped in her car, on your way to the train station.
About 2 hours and a half later, you arrived in Daegu and typed Seungcheol’s address in the navigation app of your phone but as you tapped the blue icon, you noticed that you had received a text from Seungcheol.
“Y/N-ah, be careful ! I could feel that you were stressed out so please be safe, text me when you arrive”.
You decided to call him.
“Hey…I’m in Daegu, I just arrived, I’ll come to your place.”
“Where are you exactly right now?”
“I’m outside Dongdaegu station-“
“Okay I’m on my way, wait inside the station it’s getting cold outside, I’ll be quick! See you in a bit”
As you felt a little tired, you sat down on a bench.
Gosh my back hurts…you though as you put your bag next to you.
Seungcheol arrived a few minutes later and put his jacket on your shoulders before kissing you.
“I missed you babe…but right now, I’m quite worried about you, what’s up?”
“I know…I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t tell that on the phone. I needed to see you.” You started
“What is it? You’re scaring me!” He replied, grabbing your hand
“I... I’m pregnant Seungcheol…” You announced, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.
“What? You mean “pregnant” as in… “pregnant”? Like baby pregnant?” He looked so chocked
You nodded, unable to speak
“Wow…I- I wasn’t expecting that…”
You cried even louder, as you felt like you were ruining his life
“Hey… babe…why are you crying? Do you not want it?” He softly asked, lifting your chin up.
“D-Do you?”
“Of course! You know…I always say that I don’t want kids but you know, it was because I thought you would be against it. And…to be honest, I’m getting old so…and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you…”
“So we’re having this baby?” You asked, looking him in the eyes
“I mean only if you’re ready…”
“Then I guess we’re going to be parents” you simply said, laughing through the tears
“Oh my fucking god I’m gonna be a dad! Wait…I am going to have a kid! God I love you so fucking much Y/N” He exclaimed suddenly, pulling you into his warm embrace.
“I love you too Choi Seungcheol
Today i give you some cute stuff XD This is a lil something i wrote a few months ago, it’s clearly not the best but i’m currently working on something bigger and better ! Hope you’ll like this lil OS tho ! Have a nice day !
(english isn’t my first language, sorry if there are mistakes :/ )
-Sun ☼
#seventeen#kpop fanfic#seventeen OS#seventeen imagine#seventeen seungcheol#seventeen scoups#scoups#choi seungcheol#seventeen fanfic#seveteen ff#pregnancy au#kpop imagine#kpop os#kpop fluff#seventeen fluff#scoups fluff
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New Series, pt. 1 - Until Now
A NEW SERIES Y’ALL. Okay, I’m so excited for this one. It’s a friends to lovers <3 I need help thinking of a title so let me know!!
Warnings: Swearing
y/n and Daryl grew up together before y/n left for college, not long after, the world ended and Daryl had already left their town. y/n finds Daryl at the bottom of the ravine on his search for Sophia. After bringing him back to his people, they welcome y/n with open arms allowing the romance between y/n and Daryl to flourish.
Word Count: 2120
You paced the woods trying to pick up on the trail of the deer you had been tracking, suddenly drawn from your thoughts by the sound of a horse and someone in pain. Without thinking, you ran towards the sound, stopping quickly as your body was almost thrown over the edge of a ravine.
“Shit” You mumbled as you tried to focus on the body that laid still down the bottom. You could see blood spilling around him and knew you had to be fast if you were going to help. You found your way down without too many injuries, a few cuts and bruises and a sprained ankle but nothing compared to this guy.
You walked closer, cautious as to if he was still alive or about to turn. Finally you were able to focus on his face. You threw yourself to the floor next to him.
“Holy shit, no fucking way. Daryl?” He didn’t respond as his body laid still. Your head flew to his chest to listen for a heart beat. You could hear one as well as feel the rise and fall of his chest. “Daryl wake up. It’s me. I need you to wake up. It’s y/n” You placed your head on his chest as he began to stir beneath you. Your head shot up as you looked down at his slowly opening eyes, they were as blue as you remembered.
“God first I’m seein’ Merle and now it’s you. How hard did I hit my damn head. Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his head and you chuckled, throwing your arms around him. His entire body went rigid at the contact. You were real.
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Daryl lifted the last of your stuff into the back of your car. “Ya promise to call me every damn day that ya gone.”
“Yes sir. I promise. I’ll miss you D but I’ll be back by Christmas.”
“Yeah I know.”
You stood up on your toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek, turning on your heels quickly so Daryl couldn’t see the shade of red your cheeks now were but the colour of his cheeks matched yours.
“Back by Christmas.” You muttered, loud enough so he could hear.
“Ya better be.”
You and Daryl had grown up together. You did everything together, knew everything about each other, well almost everything. You never told him that you loved him. He never admitted his love for you. The fear of ruining the friendship the two of you had overpowered any ideas of a confession of love. The day you left for college was one of the hardest days of Daryl’s life, watching you drive away and towards a future quite possibly without him in it broke him that day.
You hadn’t even made it home before the world went to shit, you never got to reunite with Daryl.
Until now.
Here you were, crouched down at the bottom of a ravine, the reunion you hadn’t exactly dreamt of but wanted for so long. Daryl’s body was bruised and broken with a bolt through his left side. “Daryl, come on. I need you to sit up so we can figure out whatever is happening here.”
Daryl forced himself to sit up, his breathing was ragged as he clenched his teeth. His hands held where the bolt had pierced his side. You gently placed your hands over his to move them, he flinched at the contact and then hissed in pain at his sudden movement.
“I need you to let me see, we need to pull it out so we can bind it properly.”
Daryl moved his hands away carefully as his eyes focused on you. You were certainly a welcomed distraction. How did you even find him? You were even more beautiful than he remembered, the way the light reflected off the water and bounced off your eyes, giving off a certain light themselves, the ones that could ignite the fire in his chest so instantly. He wondered if-
His thoughts were interrupted by you ripping the bolt through his side and proceeding to shove a piece of ripped cloth over the wound to limit the amount of blood loss.
“MOTHER FUCKING SHIT BASTARD!” He yelled before his brain could even process what was happening.
“There, that was easy right? Please tell me you have a camp around here, I hope you do because you need stitches and fast.” You slipped your belt off and wrapped it around his waist securing the cloth and again, limiting the blood flow even more.
“Yeah, I’m stayin on a farm.”
You and Daryl managed to make it up the sides of the ravine and made your way towards the farm. Daryl Was stumbling along, barely able to walk but pushing himself nonetheless. You stumbled as quickly as you could with your ankle now swelling to twice its usual size. The farm was now in sight as you walked slowly behind Daryl, hobbling along at your own pace. Four men ran towards you and Daryl as you froze. Daryl was still slightly ahead of you when a man pointed a gun at his head.
“Third time ya pointed that thing at me. Ya gonna pull the trigger?” Daryl yelled.
At the sudden realisation that Daryl was not a walker, the attention was on you, the gun now aimed at your head.
“She’s with me.”
BANG
You closed your eyes, did they just shoot you? No, there was no pain. Your eyes opened to see Daryl now on the floor. The man who held the gun began yelling “NO!”
shit, shit, shit. You dove on the floor, checking where he was shot, the bullet grazed his head. Two of the men lifted Daryl up and began hurriedly walking towards the farm. Adrenaline pumped through you as your focus was now on a woman who ran towards the six of you.
“Oh my God, is he dead?” She asked.
“You the one that shot him?” Your focus quickly on her.
“I thought he was a walker.”
You walked up to the girl, your hand balled in a fist as your swung hard into her left cheek, sending her to the floor. “Fucking dumbass.” You limped away, towards the farmhouse as she remained on the floor, clutching her face.
An old man ran out of the house. “Take him up to the spare room, I’ll get my kit.”
Daryl’s surgery was quick, a few stitches and some pain killers. Then the attention was on you again as you sat on the bed next to Daryl. Close but not close enough to be touching.
“Thank you for saving him, my name is Rick Grimes.” Rick extended his hand to shake yours.
“Y/n y/l/n and it’s no problem. When I saw it was Daryl, there was no way I was leaving him there.”
“You know Daryl?”
“We grew up together” Daryl interrupted.
You smiled at him. “I left for college just before everything went to shit, by the time I made it home, Daryl was gone.”
Daryl looked solely at you know. “If I knew ya’d be comin’ back to town, I would have waited for ya.”
“Daryl, I saw the state of our town, you were right to leave as soon as you could.” Your hand brushed his slightly before he pulled his hand away and up to his mouth, succumbing to his habit of chewing on the skin around his thumb.
Rick stood up from his chair, “I’m gonna go and get you guys some food, I’ll send Hershel back to look at your ankle, y/n”
“Thanks, Rick.”
Rick left the room leaving you and Daryl in there alone. You looked at the archer who was already looking up at you sending shivers down your spine. You reached gently towards his head, pushing his hair away from his bandage that wrapped around where the girl had shot him.
“Heard ya hit Andrea pretty hard.” Daryl chuckled.
“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me, I just, seeing you hurt and knowing she was the one that did it…”
“I know what ya mean, It’s like, remember when Johnny broke up with ya, back in high school?”
“Oh my God, yes, I was heart broken.”
“Ya remember how he came to school a couple of days later, with a broken nose and he said it was a-”
“A snowboarding accident. Yeah I remember.”
“Well it wasn’t, I went to his house that night, hit him square in the face, broke his nose and busted his lip in one hit.”
“Oh my God, Daryl.” You both laughed “He was such an asshole to me, I don’t know why I liked him so much.”
“Me neither, ya deserved so much better.” Your eyes locked with his as your hand moved from his hair down to his cheek. The tips of his ears burned red as you leaned down ever so slightly. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips.
Rick walked in with two plates of food, startling both you and Daryl, sending you off the bed and onto your bad ankle. You yelped in pain before sitting back down on the bed, both yours and Daryl’s cheeks flushing red.
“I uh, what was happening?” A slight smirk on Rick’s face
“Nothing!” You and Daryl responded in unison.
“Uhh, alright then, here’s your food, Hershel will be here in a sec to check your ankle.” Rick looked between the two of you, the smirk on his face grew.
You and Daryl ate your dinner in silence, pausing half way through your meal when Hershel, the old man, walked in. He examined your ankle and you winced.
“It’s not broken, just sprained, should heal itself soon but you should keep it elevated for the next couple of days. Unfortunately this is our only spare bed as Carl is in our other one.”
Daryl looked between you and Hershel “S’ okay, I’ll head back to my tent tonight.”
“Daryl, no. I can sleep on the chair, I’ll use the bed as a foot rest. It’ll be the best sleep I’ve had in a while, trust me.”
“I’ll let the two of you figure it out. Just keep it elevated.” Hershel left the room, leaving you and Daryl alone again.
“Take the bed, I’ll take the chair.” Daryl said as he tried to push himself out of the bed but struggled.
“You can hardly move, you take the bed, I’ll take the chair.”
“Nah, not happenin”
“I mean, we could both take the bed. If you’re okay with that.”
Daryl froze at your words. “It’s either that or I take the chair, Daryl.”
“Nah, I’ll move over, hold up.” Daryl shifted his body as close to the edge of the bed as he could. You moved yourself from your sitting position to under the covers, lying next to Daryl, far enough apart that you weren’t touching. Daryl reached over and flicked the lamp off as you got comfortable and closed your eyes. Your attempt to stifle a yawn didn’t work as you let the comfort of the bed surround you.
“Thanks for saving me.” Daryl mumbled.
“You would have done the same for me.”
It was true, he would go to the ends of the earth for you, do anything you asked him to. After all this time, his feelings for you never changed. Neither yours for him. You both fell asleep with ease, by the middle of the night you were tangled in each others arms.
You woke up as the first light settled in the room, you were definitely not in the position you had fallen asleep in, no, now your body was pressed up against his body, his arm was draped around you. Your stomach flipped with emotions. If it were up to you, you would stay in this position for eternity but what if he didn’t feel the same way. Surely he didn’t, the way he flinched every time you touched. But what about the moment the two of you shared last night. You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt him stir behind you slightly. You carefully removed his arm and pushed yourself back to the edge of the bed before he woke up.
He was already awake. He woke before you but remained still with his arm wrapped around you like he had always dreamt of. But when he felt you push away from him, he closed his eyes quickly and pretended to be asleep. You obviously didn’t want him touching you. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way about him. But what about the moment you shared last night?
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songs that make me think of vampy and why
this is for drea and leyla ONLY thank u
daylight- taylor swift
"i don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you"
bc vampy loves her so much he only wants her 😔
midnight love- girl in red
"I know I'm the last one you try to call but I always give in to give you it all"
"your silver is my gold"
bc miss chiropractor treated him terribly but he loved her with everything and would have gone back to her no matter what
watch you sleep- girl in red
this one is obvious: bc vampy watches bloodbag sleep :)
also "the scar on your spine, you fell off a roof when you were nine" is all appreciating the tiny details about someone and that is definitely something vampy would do :(
paper rings: taylor swift
"i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"
line without a hook- ricky montgomery
"oh baby i am a wreck when i'm without you"
bc vampy loves bloodbag so much he just wants to be with her always 😔
dead girl in the pool- girl in red
this one is kinda weird but i feel like bloodbag is gonna die at some point and then vampy will just be like
"theres a dead girl in the pool (or wherever her corpse is laying slfjskldfjkldsj) i don't know what to do" and then he's gonna make this face
bad habits- ed sheeran
bc he was just slutting around before he met bloodbag
demons- imagine dragons
dont make fun of me for this I KNOW but fr it's vampy
renegade- taylor swift
"you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody" he needs bloodbag 😔
starting line- luke hemmings
i can't really explain this one but it's like how you always talk about how his happiness is overshadowed by the fact that he's a monster or whatever
million dollar bills - lorde
"theres nothing i want but money and time" and vampy has literally all the money and time :)
solar power- lorde
this is harrys hot girl anthem idk
happiness- taylor swift
"there'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you" this is him reminiscing on miss chiropractor
i wanna get better-bleachers
"i didn't know i was lonely til i saw your face"
"I didn't know i was broken til i wanted to change"
come on 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
good 4 u - olivia rodrigo
this is his fuck u song for miss chiropractor
my tears ricochet- taylor swift
"if i'm dead to you why are you at the wake" it's ironic innit 😌
what a feeling- one direction
"what a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms" please 😔
"everybody needs someone around" 😔😔😔
"but i can't hold you too close now" bc he has severe attachment and commitment issues :)
all you had to do was stay- taylor swift
"had me in the palm of your hand, then, why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in" omg miss chiropractor really hurt him 😔
king of my heart- taylor swift
"and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for" bloodbag @ vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
cruel summer- taylor swift
"I love you ain't that the worst thing you ever heard" bc he knows getting close to bloodbag will ultimately only lead to pain for everyone involved
"i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you" bc he can't tell bloodbag everything about him even tho he probably wants to :(
thank u next- arianna grande
this is weird BUT if miss chiropractor hadn't fucked him up so much he never would have met bloodbag
tear in my heart- 21 pilots
again don't make fun of me for this I HAVE AN EXPLANATION
"you fell asleep in my car i drove the whole time but that's okay i'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine"
if bloodbag fell asleep in his car he would definitely do this :(
shape of you-ed sheeran
"now my bedsheets smell like you"
his room probably smells like honey and lavender all the time now and he's probably foaming at the mouth constantly
cowboy in LA
"let's skip the club, lets skip the crowd, i wanna take you on a date" bc they both hate clubs!!!!!
"I'll hold your hand I'll hold the door bc that's how i was raised" he's a gentleman 😔😔😔😔
& burn- billie eilish
"i'll sit and watch your car burn with the fire that you started in me, but you never came back to ask it out" idk for some reason this has vampy and miss chiropractor vibes
take me to church- hozier
religious trauma babes 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼
speechless- dan+shay
"i'm speechless, staring at you standing there in that dress" love 😔
yours- russel dickerson
"i came to life when i first kissed you, the best me has his arms around you, you make me better than i was before, thank god i'm yours" SCREAMING AND CRYING AND SHAKING
tolerate it- taylor swift
"i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it"
MISS ******** DIDN"T APPRECIATE OR CELEBRATE HIS LOVE
MIA- anarbor
"thinking about my life and everything i did wrong along the way"😔
lay low- josh turner
for when bloodbag and vampy go to a cabin in the woods for a week and just love each other 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
who can save me now- anarbor
"you stabbed me in the back" this one is pretty literal LSKFJLKSJFLKDSJ
"you could have at least been kind enough to let me turn around" ouch 😔
dopamine- anarbor
"i'm hooked on your dopamine" vampy and bloodbag ugh
lie to me- 5sos
this give me vampy and ******** vibes
"i wish we never met, cause you're too hard to forget"
"while i'm cleaning up your mess i know he's taking
off your dress"
bc she probably cheated on him while they were together 😔
and he would have stayed with her if she told him she loved him, even if he knew it was a lie 😔
cotton candy- yungblud
it's just a happy song with good vibes like bloodbag and vampy currently have :)
small talk- niall horan
i don't even have to say anything here
pillowtalk- zayn
"so we'll piss off the neighbors" chappy 9 vibes
dancing with our hands tied- taylor swift
"i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" vampy rn 😔
once in a lifetime- one direction
vampy will live a million lifetimes but he will only ever have one bloodbag 😔
holy ground- taylor swift
"tonight i'm gonna dance for all that we've been through but I don't wanna dance if i'm not dancing with you"
they've come so far omg 😔
since we're alone- niall horan
"you can show me your heart, if you put it all in my hands no i swear no i won't break it apart" crying
if i could fly- one direction
"for your eyes only i'll show you my heart"
rollercoaster- bleachers
again i can't explain it but it makes me think of him 😔
so long- niall horan
"so if we knew all along why did it take so long"
good question bestie
current location- LANY
"i need your current location to be my current location"
they're idiots in love and want to be together all the time 😔
why dont we go there- one direction
"hey i don't want you to be the one that got away i wanna get addicted to you you're rushing through my mind i wanna feel the high i wanna be addicted" well hes already addicted to her blood so might as well
like you lots- LANY
bc they both have issues and can't say love lmao
too much to ask- niall horan
vampy though wanting love was too much to ask of miss chiropractor 😔
walking in the wind- one direction
this one just has his vibes man 😔
heartbeat- carrie underwood
"dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat"
bc vampy is obsessed with listening to bloodbag's heart (fan behavior if you ask me)
idfc- blackbear
this is vampy and ******** bc "tell me that you love me even if it's fake"
city of angels- 24kgoldn
"i sold my soul to the devil for designer" yes this made me laugh
the woods- olivver the kid
"waking up in the middle of the woods"
"don't you wanna get out of here, out of the woods"
flashback to when he was dead in the woods oop
"you brought me down to the river, and you pushed me in, hoping that the white rapids would challenge my ability to swim" bc... she's a murderer
omg this verse is talking about leaves and i'm freaking out it fits 100% this is crazy
"You pick up two handfuls
You tell me they're all dried up & dead
You know that's nothing like us
We'll live forever instead"
just a little bit of your heart- ariana grande
vampy bc he loves so deeply and completely that he will give all of himself to someone even if they won't do the same
my strange addiction- billie eilish
bc he is addicted to her blood :)
cross your mind- niall horan
this is vampy and ********
"love the way you hurt me and it doesn't even cross your mind"
"leaving me in pieces (literally lmao) but i swear it's worth it every time"
everywhere- niall horan
that scene where vampy smelled some perfume or soap or something and it made him think of bloodbag 😔 everything makes him think of her now 😔
"swear it's hard to think it's hard to breathe when you're in the air"
put a little love on me- niall horan
"you're the only one i need" 😔
bend the rules- niall horan
VAMPY AND ******** ALL THE WAY
"i'm not saying that you're lying but you're leaving out the truth"
heartbreak weather- niall horan
"all of my life i've been sleepwalk living, running around the same bars i've been in, it can be so lonely in this city, but it feels different when you're with me" bloodbag and vampy 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔
mr loverman- ricky montgomery
"i miss my lover man" vampy is probably dramatic like this all the time now that they're official 😔
bad blood- taylor swift
again, just for the irony 😌
vapor- 5sos
"i want to breathe you in like a vapor i want to be the one you remember i want to feel
your love like the weather all over me" they're so in love like this 😔
catch fire- 5sos
"all my life i've been waiting for moments to come" he's been waiting for bloodbag his entire life 😔
beside you-5sos
"i wish i was beside you"
they want to be together all the time 😔
black and white- niall horan
"that first night i was standing at your door fumbling for your keys then i kissed you" ARE YOU KIDDING ME
not in the same way- 5sos
this is vampy and ******** just bc they were so toxic lkfjskldfjsdlkjf
lonely heart-5sos
"and i haven't slept in days" lmao
ghost of you-5sos
"my feet dont dance like they did with you" thinking about when vampy danced for bloodbag and what if they break up 👁️��️
why wont you love me- 5sos
vampy at ******** 😔 he just wanted to be loved 😔😔😔😔😔
fool's gold- one direction
"i let you use me from the day that we first met"
"i know your love's not real, but that's not the way it feels" STOP IM SAD
last first kiss- one direction
"let me be your last first kiss"
i want them to be together forever 😔
truly madly deeply- one direction
"foolishly completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in" bloodbag really snuck into his heart huh 😔
fireproof -one direction
"nobody saves me baby the way you do" ugh 😔
long story short-taylor swift
"clung to the nearest lips long story short it was the wrong guy" (or in vampy's case the wrong vampire)
gold rush-taylor swift
"and the coastal town we run around has never seen a love as pure as it" bloodbag and vampy are all i want 😔
no judgement- niall horan
bc vampy would never judge bloodbag 😔
daddy issues- the neighborhood
again im not even gonna say anything here
new angel- niall horan
"the touch of someone else to save me from myself" this is vampy 😔
god is a woman- ariana grande
vampy after he brought bloodbag home the first time
something like this- the chainsmokers
"just something i can turn to, somebody i can kiss" ALL VAMPY WANTS IS LOVE
sweater weather- the neighborhood
idk this song makes me think of him
all of me- john legend
"all of me loves all of you all your curves and all your edges all your perfect imperfections" KSFLKSDJFKLDJSFLJSDKLFJDSKL
i like me better- lauv
"i like me better when i'm with you" she makes him a better person 😔
sex- eden
"oh no, i think i'm catching feelings"
vampy when bloodbag went on a date with someone else
half a heart- one direction
bc bloodbag completes him 😔 theyre so disgusting 😔
only angel- harry styles
"turns out she's a devil in between the sheets"
woman- harry styles
vampy when she was on a date with someone else bc hes a jealous moron
temporary fix- one direction
this has chappy 1-2 vibes
a.m.-one direction
when they first started falling in love and he wanted to be with her more often 😔
something great- one direction
"i want you here with me like how i pictured it so i don't have to keep imagining"
through the dark- one direction
just all of this song 😔
happily- one direction
"you know i wanna be the one who holds you when you sleep i just want it to be you and i forever" 😔
electric love- borns
"i can't let you go now that i got it"
canyon moon- harry styles
they're just happy like this rn 😔
sunflower vol. 6- harry styles
"kiss in the kitchen like it's a dancefloor"
"mouth full of toothpaste" when they brushed their teeth together 😔
adore you- harry styles
obviously
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