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rosettyller · 6 months

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How the minisodes/flashbacks serve to inform Aziraphale and Crowley's frames of mind, and their decisions in 2x06: a meta

part 1: victorian minisode [tag]

I'm sure other people have talked about this a lot, and I did touch on this in my meta here, but all the same, I'd like to sit down and actually get all my thoughts on the matter out somewhat coherently.

I think some people have had some difficulty accepting Aziraphale's decision at the end of 2x06, so it's really a good thing that these flashbacks - which appear to be all from aziraphale's point of view - were including, as they provide a lot of context to aziraphale and crowley's relationship, and why they chose what they did.

The minisode begins right after the intro; before the intro, we have Muriel visiting Aziraphale (and Crowley) to spy on them.

(Please excuse Muriel's blink here, kmplayer was being a nightmare)

It's already been pointed out by many people how this is basically the same as police spying on / targeting queer people, which is again reinforced in the 1941 minisode.

But it brings to the forefront of Aziraphale's mind Heaven and Hell's surveillance of them, which is quite explicit in the Victorian minisode.

Beginning with Aziraphale's bookshop and shots of his diary establishes it is his flashback.

Crowley and Aziraphale are meeting up for a date casual meeting. There's no pretence of business, not even the Arrangement. They're beginning to feel safe(r) in their relationship - it's been almost 6 000 years, and they haven't been caught.

(more under the cut)

This minisode is more focused around morals, and it's set up straight away:

Elspeth wants to keep herself and her partner alive. If she doesn't do this, they're dead, and she's not actually hurting anyone.

Crowley likes causing a bit of trouble, and furthermore, he understands her position. He doesn't agree with the Don't Do This Because God Said So, and sees a) a person not hurting anyone, but doing what they can to survive and b) someone willing to do anything to save someone they love

Aziraphale still thinks like an angel; God decides what is Good, and Bad, and God decided graverobbing is Bad. But Aziraphale isn't saying "stop doing this, you're going to hell because you're bad", he's saying "stop doing this, if you continue you're going to hell, because it's against God's will." he still thinks she can be redeemed.

Throughout this minisode, Aziraphale has big Main Character Energy (and Crowley had big Love Interest Energy), challenging Aziraphale's morals that he learnt from Heaven.

As is the case with all the couples in Good Omens, Elspeth/Morag parallel Crowley/Aziraphale. Morag worries about Elspeth being condemned to hell, just as Aziraphale did.

Crowley and Aziraphale have their conversation straight from the books, about people who are poor having more opportunities to be good.

Apparanently, some people are saying this is OOC for Aziraphale, but I disagree. I think it sounds like exactly the kind of thing Heaven has said, over and over again, something Aziraphale believes because Heaven is Good, and because he wants to believe it, that those who are impoverished have a chance. (I had anther thought here, but I've forgotten it. Hopefully it'll come back to me.)

[Brief cut to Aziraphale & the yellow Bentley, Crowley's matchmaking attempt, then back to the minisode.]

Aziraphale miracles the corpse, in an attempt to prevent Elspeth from sin. However, this means she loses money that would help keep her and Morag alive. We can see from Crowley's glare here that he's not impressed - that Aziraphale would take away Elspeth's choice to risk hell to keep herself and Morag alive.

Aziraphale, Crowley and Dalrymple have a conversation in which Dalrymple explains he's doing it to help people, and Aziraphale starts coming around to his point of view, running out of reasons to argue with it.

Look at Aziraphale's face when he finds out the tumour was a seven year old boy's, and that he died. He's horrified, and then he looks like he's about to cry. (Not screencapped here, but he glances in Crowley's direction, and Up)

His hands are shaking when he hugs the jar to his chest.

Dalrymple reinforces again he's just trying to save lives, and then:

Aziraphale looks down, thinking over what he said, thinking about the dead boy.

[Back to present, Aziraphale arrives in Edinburgh.]

Aziraphale is delighted by his revelation, and shares with Elspeth that it's alright now, because it alleviates human suffering.

In voiceover/diary, Aziraphale states, "Having realised the error of my ways, I resolved to assist Elspeth and wee Morag in their noble quest to decrease human suffering."

This reflects Aziraphale's rather black-and-white view of the world; they're no longer sinners, but heroes, rather than just two girls trying to survive.

When the watch is alerted, Aziraphale opens a tomb to help them shelter. He's committed.

Crowley sends the watchmen down a hole. Rather more severe than Aziraphale's reaction.

Morag dies while Aziraphale is busy giving a big speech on how he's going to save her.

I've spent a lot of time thinking about the purpose of this (not Morag's death itself). The only conclusion I've arrived at is it's making a point about how even if you have a Realisation, and you change your mind and your morals, that doesn't undo the hurt you've done in the past. But I don't really like that.

Upon the suggestion of Elspeth taking Morag's body to Dalrymple, Aziraphale is horrified.

Note how Crowley is in the dark, Aziraphale in the light, while Crowley is the devil on Aziraphale's shoulder, whispering in his ear.

This challenges Aziraphale's newfound Realisation, bringing it closer to home.

(Crowley spends a lot of this minisode lurking in the dark behind Aziraphale's shoulder)

Crowley is decidedly less active in this minisode than Aziraphale, but here he goes big (literally), and saves Elspeth from suicide. Not Aziraphale, the angel.

Crowley brings up sinning again, and suggests to Aziraphale that he give his money to Elspeth, as it's what she needs to live a good life. (Aziraphale's stil a bit iffy at first, but he gives it)

I think this reflects, to an extent, Aziraphale's lack of initiative - he doesn't do things (or isn't supposed to) without Heaven telling him to. Such as the way they limit his miracles. He's not able to see a person suffering, and miraculously fix their life. And while Crowley is watched, and restricted, Hell certainly don't complain when he comes up with the brilliant plan on his own that secures them lots of souls (eg. Spanish Inquisition, French Revolution).

And then we have the lovely moment, Aziraphale reaching for Crowley and guiding him, Crowley saying, "Where are you?"

Aziraphale's hands on Crowley's hips - they do physical contact now

Their positioning is reminiscent of the Wall Slam scene.

And we know Crowley didn't have to drink it - he could have miracled it away, poured it on the floor, whatever. And it definitely did affect him, and yes it was funny, but Crowley's dialogue here reinforces why he did this: Hell is watching.

(and now here's the part where I actually get to the point of this meta. in case you've forgotten, it's how the minisodes provide context for the Final Fifteen)

Heaven and Hell are watching Aziraphale and Crowley - we know it's constant, if not always active, from the Earth Observation Files photos of them together in S1.

And Crowley is aware of this - has he been caught before? Anyway, he has an excuse (that can be verified) all ready to go if he's recalled to Hell.

(I also think it's a bit of a defence - in the Wall Slam scene as well - because Crowley disagrees with Heaven's definition of Good)

When Crowley gets dragged to Hell, Aziraphale is left alone in the cold, dark graveyard.

His voiceover, "And that was the last I was to see of Crowley for quite some time," reflects that this diary entry is written some time after Crowley was taken, and they've since met up again. This means Aziraphale has had a long time to (over)think about what was done to him.

What Aziraphale sees is, Crowley is good. He does good things. And when he does good things, he needs to disguise it so he can excuse it to Hell. And when he fails in that, he is punished by Hell.

Why wouldn't Aziraphale want Crowley back in the fixed Heaven? Where he can help people in safety, without fear of punishment?

And if he can learn, why can't the other angels?

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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If requests are currently open, could I ask for Platonic Slashers with a big sibling figure reader? I think it'd be so wholesome!!

I have no idea how long since I posted. Also I'm confused about the big sibling figure, did you mean older sibling or plus size. I'm choosing the first one but anyways here you go!

Slashers with older sibling figure reader!

Michael

He's near you 24/7, you're the closest thing he has to family and that results in him stalking you a lot.

There are a lot of possibilities of how this happened, maybe you met each other when you were kids, maybe he saw your inner older sibling energy while he was stalking you, maybe you just randomly met.

There's a lot. And you're lucky you did because now you have this bigass 5'10ft - 6'9ft killing machine that's protecting you always.

You are a real lucky one, you may also see his "softer" spots occasionally. But he acts little bit of an ass if you bring it up. No need to worry though he's just a bit embarrassed that's all.

And all hell will break loose if anyone hurts you, his skin and jumpsuit will be warm and colourful covered in blood by your attacker unlike his cold dark soul and mindset. No one lays a bad finger on his dear older sibling, everybody knows that.

There are times where you and Michael are sitting on the couch and you're ranting to him sounding like an undertale character and he just looks like my profile pic.

Have you ever felt being watched while walking down the road? Don't worry that's just Michael making sure no danger comes to you, if another set of eyes lay on you that's ok. He'll reduce it by only one pair soon.

Sinclair brothers

You met the brothers, maybe when they were children or young teenagers. Because it'll take a shit long while for them to completely trust you and look at you as their big sibling if they were adults.

Bo never really got affection from his mother so instead he relies on yours as a replacement. Unlike being his s/o where it takes a lot of time for him to show his true feelings and his constant tough act, it won't take long for him to be vulnerable with you. You're basically his older sibling, what does he need to hide? It's not like you'll leave him or degrade him. You never did. He still sometimes keeps the tough act though. Still kinda bitchy sometimes and sometimes (sorry for saying sometimes so much) he gets frustrated at how delicate he can get with you and says some hurtful things for the sake of his pride and dignity but then later regrets it and apologises to you. Also accidentally calls you brother/sister/sibling from time to time and his face turns red.

Vincent got attention from his mother but that was just because he acted like a goodboy, affection.... It's complicated. But there's nothing better than platonic sibling love and affection. When things are getting rusty and agitating he comes to you for comfort and just lays next to you slightly crying. Is also less hesitant to show his face under that mask. Just a bit. You and him sometimes take a stroll on the museum and talk about about so many sibling related things (jk) it's just you praising him for his artworks and him being a happy little artist boy. He's kinda dependent on you and looks for your approval and advice and you have to remind him at times that he can make decisions on his own. Will always try to help you with things even if you insist you don't need his help. (bo yelling at vinny to fuck off while his arm was shot with an arrow and vinny is still trying reference)

Lester wasn't given much attention or affection. So he thrives off of yours like Bo. He calls you sibling too but without shame, you're technically his older sister/brother/sibling. He doesn't need to be ashamed of shit. Although he mostly calls you bro because why not. He comes to you calling you whatever of your preferences and talks about his roadkill to you "look what I ran over!" although carefree he is more cautious, it takes time for him. But when he does your relationship bond gets even bigger than before! If anyone hits on you or degrades you he'll come out of the corner of nowhere and yells "hey! That's my sis/bro/sib you're talking about!" and attacks that little piece of shit. He calls you that a lot more than your actual name. He's dependent too and comes to you for advice alot, wether it's about choosing what color of socks he should wear to dating advice. "hey bro, should I wear this or this?" "hey bro, how to attract some bitc-" you get the idea.

I hate that I'm losing more and more motivation day by day.

#slasher x reader #slasher x you #og michael myers #michael myers x you #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #sinclair brothers #sinclair twins #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #sinclair brothers x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #no because he's actually so cute sbhs

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joodlepo · 2 years

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Take Care Of Me / Lee Felix Smut (18+)

Summary / Felix has been very sick for the past week, and you've been helping him get better. He's finally starting to look a little more like himself again, but unfortunately he still feels pretty weak. So, you decide it might be time for some physical therapy in the bathroom...and your patient is definitely up for that!

Pairings / (Top) Lee Felix + (F) Reader

Word Count / 4.0k

Warnings / Sick Felix, Bath Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Rough Sex

A string of coughs left Felix's throat, and he leaned backwards to rest his head against the bedroom wall. A dull ache throbbed in his chest when he tried to breathe deeply, but it didn't seem like anything serious—just another symptom that would soon fade away on it's own. The pain was a little bit more than usual; maybe he had caught something from one of the staff at work? He couldn't remember having been exposed to any new germs lately...

Felix sighed as he let himself sink deeper into darkness again, allowing the warm embrace of unconsciousness to take him over completely once more. It felt nice, not being able to think anymore for a while.

"Oh Felix!" You called out loudly through the bedroom door, causing him to jerk awake with an irritated groan. "I made you a bowl soup! I hope you're hungry~"

Your voice sounded cheerful enough, despite your ongoing concern about his health. Opening the door slowly, you peeked inside before stepping into the room, carrying two bowls of steaming broth between both hands. They were filled with thick white liquid and covered by thin slices of meaty vegetables floating within them. As expected, they smelled delicious too.

Your eyes widened slightly when they fell upon the sight of him lying sprawled across the floor in nothing but his boxers. His skin was pale and clammy, making him look even sicker than normal.

But, there wasn't much time to worry about how bad he looked right now. All that mattered was getting some food down his stomach and getting him back into bed. That way, hopefully he'd start recovering quickly, without wasting any precious energy fighting off whatever illness he might have picked up.

You hurriedly placed the bowls onto the desk beside the bed before rushing over to help him sit upright. Felix's eyelids fluttered open weakly, revealing bloodshot eyes behind their dark circles.

There weren't many traces of sleep remaining in those orbs.

"Ah," Felix croaked quietly, clutching hold of the edge of the mattress with trembling fingers. "Thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You smiled softly, reaching forward to press a kiss against his forehead. "Here, eat this first and it's back to bed for you!"

Felix obediently lifted his hand to accept the spoonful of broth offered by you, taking small sips, until it was all gone. Once the first bowl had been emptied, you handed him another, which he greedily devoured within a few gulps.

"How are you feeling?" You asked gently. "Can I get you anything else? Should we call someone or go see a doctor?"

"No need for that," Felix shook his head, smiling faintly. "It'll pass eventually. Just give me a moment."

His words were reassuring, and you nodded. Even though he seemed weaker today compared to yesterday, you still knew he'd be okay. At least, that's what you hoped for. After finishing off the second bowl of soup, Felix layed back down on the bed, breathing heavily as if struggling to stay conscious.

He coughed several times before speaking again, looking exhausted beyond belief.

"Thanks for bringing these," he murmured drowsily. "They really hit the spot."

"Of course, Lixie." You smiled, leaning closer to place another soft peck atop his cheek. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Felix gave you a tired nod, closing his eyes and sinking into peaceful slumber. With a smile, you stepped back from the bedside and turned around to leave. Then, just as you reached the doorway…

"W-Wait." Felix spoke quietly, his accent thick with exhaustion. "Do you mind staying here tonight?"

The request came out of nowhere, leaving you startled for a brief moment before responding with a hesitant, "Uh... r-really?"

"Yeah. That'd make things easier," he said simply. "My body feels heavy... I can barely keep my eyes open."

With a deep breath, you once again approached the side of his bed and sat next to him, watching him carefully as he took shallow breaths. He seemed awfully vulnerable lying down there like that.

"Are you sure?" You whispered worriedly.

"Mhm." He replied firmly, reaching out to squeeze your hand lightly. "Please don't leave."

A lump formed in your throat at the sound of his plea.

You couldn't deny how terrible he looked, especially considering how long he hadn't eaten properly. And yet, you also knew he wouldn't ask unless he truly needed you to stay. So, instead of arguing further, you merely nodded silently, squeezing his hand tightly in return.

"Okay then," you murmured softly, gazing down at him with loving eyes.

Hours passed by in silence as you remained seated beside him, holding his hand in yours and stroking his hair occasionally.

The gentle rhythm of his slow, steady breathing lulled you into a pleasant trance, allowing you to forget everything else for a while. Although, you just couldn't sleep. Not because you didn't want to, but rather due to the fact that you eagerly wanted to keep checking on your boyfriend's condition every few minutes.

In return, this only served to prolong the night and drive away any chance of restfulness.

You rose from the chair about twenty minutes later, and began tidying up his room, setting aside his clothes and washing away the stains left behind by his sickness. Afterward, you went ahead and prepared a hot bath for him; something you figured would do him good, given how badly he must've felt otherwise.

"Felix, wake up." You called out softly, rousing him from his slumber.

For a moment, he didn't respond, continuing to lie there with his eyes closed and chest rising gently in short breaths. Eventually though, he opened them, squinting at first before blinking rapidly several times until they finally focused properly once more.

"S-Sorry... I guess fell asleep for a while..." He mumbled sheepishly. "I'm sorry if it's bothering you."

"Don't worry about it," You assured him. "Anyway, I drew a bath for you. It should be ready soon."

As you explained, Felix let out a relieved sigh before sitting upright on the bed, letting you help him get out of it. As he stood, he winced slightly, placing a hand against his stomach, where it throbbed painfully.

"Is your tummy hurting?" You frowned concernedly. "Should I prepare some medicine or something? I have plenty of painkillers around here..."

"Nah, I'll be fine," Felix waved dismissively. "It just hurts a bit still is all... But, thanks anyway."

He gave an embarrassed chuckle, rubbing the back of his head shyly as he began to walk towards the bathroom. You followed closely behind him, pausing briefly when you reach the doorway.

Even so, you stepped inside the steamy room after him nonetheless, taking off your shoes and pulled up your sleeves.

Then, you helped him step into the tub, lowering himself slowly into the steaming water. His face was flushed red from the heat, causing him to appear even paler than usual. Felix's skin looked dry and rough, almost scaly in places, which made you frown deeply.

"How does that feel?" You asked anxiously, glancing over at him curiously. "The water, I mean..."

Felix turned around, giving you a small smile as he reached out and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Better now." He chuckled. "Thanks again."

Once he seemed to settle in comfortably, you returned to the entrance of the bathroom and waited patiently for him to finish bathing. A light blush covered your cheeks when his bare back came into view through the glass door, making it hard not to stare openly.

It wasn't like there were many other things worth looking at here anyway; just some towels on hooks along with a few bottles of shampoo and soap sitting on top of one another by the sink. The sight of his toned muscles flexing beneath the clear liquid caused your heart to skip a beat, eliciting a soft moan.

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Felix blinked innocently, looking somewhat confused at your sudden reaction.

"Nothing!" You blushed harder, trying desperately to hide your embarrassment. "Just uh, surprised is all..."

The corner of Felix's mouth twitched upwards as he glanced at you, smirking ever so slightly. He chuckled softly before turning around again, letting out a deep sigh. His shoulders shook lightly under the water while his head tilted back briefly against the wall behind him. Sounds were muffled but still audible enough for you to hear over the of warm water caressing every nook and cranny of his body.

The moment felt strangely intimate, watching this man who had become such an integral part of your life bathe himself... even if he did look rather silly doing it.

"Damnit... I can't reach right there," Felix muttered, shifting uncomfortably under the hot spray that splashed onto his face. "Y/N? Do you mind coming back inside?"

You nodded silently, carefully opening the door once more and stepping into the bathroom. As soon as you closed the glass partition between both rooms, however, Felix spun around quickly. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock standing fully erect now, droplets of water clinging to its tip as they rolled down towards his balls.

Felix looked at you with a questioning gaze before looking away again in embarrassment – only making things worse by letting out another soft groan. You gulped audibly, not knowing how to react or what to do next; all thoughts leaving your head as you stared wide-eyed at him from across the small bathroom.

"Uhm, should I even ask? Or are we just going to stare awkwardly until one of us gets uncomfortable?" You finally managed to mutter after taking a deep breath, averting your gaze slightly so you wouldn't be tempted to keep staring at him.

"Sorry..." He mumbled softly, blushing darkly as he gently pushed his thighs together to hide his erection behind them. "I didn't mean to get hard, honest. It's just... well, my dick is sensitive sometimes."

Your brows furrowed worriedly while you watched him try to cover up his obvious arousal. His words sounded sincere though, which made you feel somewhat better about the situation. Still, something told you that you shouldn't press too much on the matter since he seemed quite embarrassed already.

"... Alrighty then," You sighed lightly, trying to push aside your lingering anxiety. "If you want me to leave, I'll go."

Felix shook his head slowly. "...No, please stay. You don't have to touch it or anything werid like that. I just can't reach my back properly without help, alright?"

His voice was laced with nervousness, but you couldn't deny feeling rather curious. That same curiosity won out in the end, however, because you decided to sit yourself down on a stool placed nearby. Rolling up your sleeves again, you scoot towards the edge of the tub where Felix could easily see you. After getting comfortable, you leaned forward slightly and reached towards his lower back.

"Here goes nothing..." You murmured quietly, gently rubbing soap onto your fingers and beginning to work through the lather. A faint moan escaped Felix' lips at your gentle ministrations, causing you to blush lightly as he shifted underneath you.

"Mmm~?" Felix hummed quietly, tilting his head slightly to the side and smiling bashfully. "That tickles..."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

He gave a sheepish grin in response. "Not really, no. Just feels good, actually."

You smiled fondly at him, leaning even closer to start working on his shoulders. The muscles were firm beneath your hands, yet surprisingly flexible considering their size. You worked your way downwards, careful to avoid touching his hips due to how slippery they'd gotten from the hot bath. Felix let out a quiet sigh when you began scrubbing the rest of his upper back, rivulets of sweat forming along his spine.

"There we go~" You cooed, washing off the last traces of soap with some more water. "All clean!"

"Thanks," Felix said gratefully, rolling onto his front as he sat upright again.

His chest glimmered faintly in the dim lighting provided by the overhead light above, and the same erection you first noticed earlier peeked out from the gap between his legs.

You swallowed thickly, unable to tear your gaze away from his crotch. Felix smirked shyly, giving you an innocent smile. "So uhm... how exactly do you wash someone else's back anyway? I've never done it myself, but I've always wondered."

"Oh, well..." You trailed off, realizing you weren't sure how to respond to that question.

You could barely focus on talking normally anymore, though. All your attention was focused solely on the sight of his stiff shaft poking out from below him, coated in clear precum. You tried to avert your gaze, but it wasn't easy. Every time you looked over at him, you found yourself being drawn back towards those long, toned limbs of his. And each time you did look at him, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Hahaha... Sorry for asking such a weird thing." Felix giggled nervously, clearly aware of your growing attraction to him. "I guess I'm trying to lighten the mood here."

"Ah, um..." You stuttered, struggling to find any kind of coherent thought amidst the haze clouding your mind. "N-No, it's fine! I'm actually pretty distracted right now, so... yeah. Lightening the mood sounds nice."

Felix nodded happily, resting his chin against the edge of the tub and grinning brightly. God, this guy had such a cute face, you found yourself thinking idly. One you wanted to kiss very badly, if given half the chance.

"Do you... wanna touch it?" Felix asked suddenly, making you blink in surprise before you realized what he meant. "Just, not directly. Not unless you're okay with that, of course. If you aren't, I understand."

The sudden shift in topic caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your eyes widened, staring intently into Felix' own lustful gaze. You gulped rather heavily, shivering under the weight of his intense stare. It took everything within you not to give in to your desires, but after several seconds passed, you managed to form a reply.

"Y-Yes, I would love to touch it." You whispered huskily, swallowing hard.

A broad smile spread across Felix' features, and he quickly moved past the awkwardness. He moved back against the wall behind him, stretching one leg outwards while keeping himself balanced atop the other knee. This left his groin completely exposed to you, and made it much easier to get close enough to touch.

"Then come here." Felix commanded, gesturing with a hand. "And put your hands on me."

Your cheeks burned red, but you didn't hesitate to comply. Once again, you scooted the chair much closer to where Felix sat, letting him guide you through whatever motions were required for you to reach him.

The moment you got within range, however, you paused, unsure of whether or not you should continue. Felix saw your hesitation, and gave you a reassuring nod. "Go ahead, I don't mind. Just be gentle with my cock; I'm still sick, remember?"

"...Right." You mumbled softly, slowly reaching forward.

Despite all your worries, once you touched him, it became immediately obvious why he'd been aroused like this. His skin was smooth, almost silky in nature. Even just brushing up against it sent pleasant tingles shooting down your spine. His dick stood straight up from his body, its length slightly thicker than average - probably due to the fact that it hadn't fully recovered yet.

You reached out hesitantly, gently cupping his length with both hands. It twitched under your touch, eliciting another soft moan from Felix. He leaned back further, allowing you better access to his shaft. As you began stroking it, you couldn't help but notice the faint scent of sweat mixed with a hint of musk. It wasn't unpleasant, really. In fact, it was rather arousing.

But, when combined with the smell of his own arousal, it somehow made it even harder to keep your thoughts together.

"Mnh..." Felix grunted lowly, leaning his head back against the bathtub. "That feels good... Keep doing that."

You hummed in response, continuing to stroke him as best you could. It only took a few more moments before his breathing grew heavier, and his hips bucked involuntarily. You stopped briefly, surprised by how fast things had progressed.

However, Felix simply grinned playfully at you, prompting you to resume stroking him. After several more minutes, you noticed his cock begin to twitch, signaling the onset of climax.

"A-Are you close?" You gasped, unable to hide your nervousness.

"Yeah, I think so..." Felix panted breathlessly, giving you a wink. "But hold off until then, alright? I want you to do something else for me first."

"O-Okay..." You breathed, nodding. "What is it?"

Felix' grin turned predatory, and you knew exactly what he meant. With that realization came a flood of conflicting emotions: excitement mingled with apprehension. But, you soon pushed those feelings aside. After all, this was about pleasure - yours and Felix'.

So, without further hesitation, you began strip naked, baring every inch of your gorgeous skin for him to see. As you did so, Felix watched silently, seemingly entranced by your actions. When you finished undressing, he smirked at the sight of your nude body before speaking again.

"Are you planning to ride me?" Felix teased lightly, causing you to blush deeply.

"I-If that's what you want," You replied nervously, averting your gaze. "Or... we can just cuddle or something. That works too, right?"

"Whatever makes you happy is fine with me." Felix said cheerfully. "In fact, either way will work just fine."

With that, Felix grabbed your waist roughly, pulling you onto his lap. The water splashed loudly around you both, adding to the already tense atmosphere. For a second, neither of you spoke. Instead, you merely stared into each other's eyes, sharing a brief kiss. When you finally pulled away, you had decided to lower your thighs, allowing Felix to slide himself into place between your spread knees. The tip of his dick prodded delicately against your entrance, teasing you with its presence before slipping inside.

A moment later, the head popped past your innermost ring, causing both of you to gasp audibly.

"H-How does it feel?" Felix whispered breathlessly, gripping tightly onto your shoulders. "Does it hurt too much? Are you still okay with going through with this?"

"It doesn't hurt," You replied honestly, reaching forward and grasping hold of one of his hands. "And yes, I'm fine with continuing. Just take your time, alright?"

"Mmhmm~" Felix hummed contentedly as he continued to thrust slowly within you. "Tell me if you need to stop though, all right?"

Your heart swelled warmly at his concern, knowing that he cared about you enough to worry whether or not you would enjoy having sex with him. Even more so, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the throes of lustful pleasure as his shaft moved ever-so-slightly inside of you. Every inch of him felt wonderful; every twitch and throb sent shockwaves of bliss coursing throughout your entire body.

Overcome by the overwhelming sensations, you gripped tighter onto his hand and tilted your head back, moaning softly as you gazed upon the ceiling. You tried to keep your moans quiet, wanting to make sure that no one heard you, but soon gave up on that notion, releasing a throaty cry of ecstasy.

"Shit! Ngh, fuck! F-Faster, Felix! Please, fuck me faster!" You begged desperately, shuddering each time he slammed deep inside of you. "Oh god... fuck!"

A low chuckle rumbled out of Felix' throat, sending shivers running down your spine. "Like this?"

The pace of his thrusts grew even quicker, eliciting another pleasurable squeal from you as he buried himself completely within your pussy. His cock pulsated rapidly against the walls of your vagina, stimulating you just as much as it did him. And yet, despite how good it was feeling, you wanted more – needed something else to come along and drive you insane.

"More," You whimpered urgently, glancing sideways at him. "Please..."

Without giving him a chance to respond, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and tugged on him roughly. As expected, he responded eagerly, pushing himself harder and faster than ever before. It seems the adrenaline rush had taken away his sickly pallor, because now, he looked positively manic.

In fact, if not for all those dark bags under his eyes, he might have been mistaken for an entirely different person altogether.

A man who'd lost control over his body's needs; a madman driven by lust alone. He pounded into you with reckless abandon, going so far beyond what anyone would consider normal that it made you wonder whether or not there were any limits left after such a performance.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Oh god, yessss! Yes, like that! Harder! Faster! More!" You cried out loudly in response to every single one of his thrusts, unable to keep up with his frantic pace no matter how hard you tried.

The bathroom tub beneath you began to shake violently, splashing water everywhere, but you didn't care about anything other than being fucked senseless right then and there. Not only could you feel yourself getting closer to climax, but also Felix seemed to be reaching some kind of fever pitch too. His hips snapped forward repeatedly, driving deeper than ever before without pause, causing both of you to cry out in surprise.

Then came the moment when everything changed.

Your orgasm hit first, exploding through your entire body almost instantly upon Felix' final stroke. A long line of curses spilled from your lips as pleasure tore through you like wildfire, leaving nothing behind but a lingering warmth where once there had been pure bliss.

"Felix!" You gasped harshly, struggling to catch your breath between moans. "I'm cumming again!"

His own voice sounded strained, raw and deep, which only served to fuel the fire burning inside of you further. "Yeah? Is my good girl ready for her reward?"

You couldn't answer, nor could you do anything besides moan back weakly at his question. But somehow, he understood anyway, and that knowledge sent a thrill shooting straight through you.

"Yeah! Fill me up with it!" You cried desperately into his ear. "Cum all over me!"

He was quick to comply, slamming himself hard against you one last time before burying his face in your neck.

Felix grunted loudly as another wave crashed down on him, this one more powerful than any previous. The hot liquid poured forth onto your breasts, coating them entirely while simultaneously dripping down your stomach until even your thighs were drenched. It wasn't just your pussy either; every inch of skin was coated by the sticky fluid. After he pulled away, the feeling lingered, making your legs tremble slightly.

Eventually, you slumped down heavily onto his chest, exhausted beyond belief. Both of you lay there panting together, letting your bodies recover before moving anywhere else. Although, curiosity got the better of you and you leaned up enough to look him.

"H-how are you feeling?" Felix asked nervously as he looked back at you with wide eyes. You smiled weakly in response but didn't answer right away.

"Tired," You mumbled sleepily. "Very tired."

He chuckled lightly, another string of coughs racking his frame.

After several minutes of rest, however, he finally managed to straighten up and sit upright. With some difficulty, he pulled himself out of your wet folds and slid off the rim of the tub, leaning against the shower curtain rail to catch his breath.

"I'm really sorry. You'll probably get sick too after what we've done here," he said apologetically, gazing at the water droplets dripping from his hair.

You giggled weakly, trying to ignore the fact that you could barely walk. "Don't be silly, Lixie! I don't mind getting ill at all."

His cheeks turned pink when you called him by his nickname, the freckles across his nose standing out sharply under the fluorescent lighting. Well, they weren't really 'pink', per se, but rather an odd shade of redder than usual. In either case, you couldn't help but smile fondly at the sight.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #stray kids #lee felix smut #lee felix #stray kids x reader #lee felix x y/n

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nevernonline · 6 months

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #04 the fall of the empire.

synopsis: over the past ten years you've fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it's clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc's

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex's, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

𐦍 word count: 1.9k

masterlist ▸ 003. two robots fell in love. ▸ 04.5 plan b?

Throwing your phone onto your couch, you let out the biggest sigh your body could manage to put out.

How did things manage to get so out of hand so quickly?

First Joshua and now Minnie, maybe karma really had it out for you this time.

In need of a distraction you started cleaning your apartment, scrubbing off any scuffs and dirt that accumulated from your past. It was something you wished you could do in your personal life, just scrub out all of the bad shit and only move forward.

After spending hours cleaning out the grout from the shower and throwing away old memories from your past in fear that they'd come back to haunt you, a knock came on the front door.

You almost pretended to not hear it, just hoping that whoever decided to show their face to you would just save themselves and walk away, but the knocking persisted.

"Look, I don't really feel like- Oh my god, Seokmin."

His puppy dog eyes stared at you as a greeting and his long arms held a basket full of your favorite things, homemade lemonade, popcorn, cherry sour straws, and even a small stuffed animal.

"Sorry, I tried to text you but you hadn't replied and I got worried. I can just drop this off and let you be alone."

"No, please stay. Thank you for coming over, I just didn't feel like answering my phone anymore."

"Have people been talking about the twitter?"

"Yeah, I got about a thousand text messages from everyone, none that I've opened. Joshua, Jeonghan, Mingyu.. I mean it's fucking insane."

"Well, we can both ignore our phones and watch some rom-coms? I even brought a bag full of mini alcohol bottles and stuff to bake brownies."

Seokmin sniffed the air as he removed his coat and sneakers, stepping into your apartment.

"Stress cleaning?"

"Yeah, I just felt like washing away bad energy."

"Don't worry, I showered before I came."

"Shut up."

Seokmin took it upon himself to pre-heat your oven and get started mixing the ingredients for the chocolate mixture. Trying to find a way to ask you about how you felt, but not wanting to pry.

"Look, we can talk about it, Seok. It's okay."

"No, I just feel bad. I mean everything you wrote is private, you're not entitled to have anyone know your dirty secrets and it's just not fair."

"That's exactly what, Minghao texted me. I think I'm over trying to find out who did it, like maybe if I don't add fuel to the fire and act like it doesn't bother me. I can forget about it. It can't get much worse than it already is."

"Don't let Minnie bother you, y/n. She's just upset, it'll blow over."

"I guess."

Passing time with Seokmin felt like exactly what you needed, he was able to take your mind off of anything negative that was going on, part of his basket you didn't see were the set of matching pajamas with both of your favorite Sanrio characters embroidered on the front. He told you he was saving them for a special day, but today was the perfect time to bring them.

Now with warm brownies made and Seokmin's famous lemonade you sit cuddled on your couch, watching the intro to 10 things I hate about you plastered on the big LED screen.

Your phone buzzed on the table, waking you from being zoned out. a name flashed on the screen, one that wasn't a threat to how happy you've felt the past few hours, Minghao.

"Seok, is it okay that I invited someone?"

"Oh, who is it?"

"Well, Minghao texted me and wanted to hangout. I don't feel like I should shut him out just because of what happened."

"Are you going to tell him to call his dogs off?"

"Yeah, I think I will at least for now."

"Minghao's always been nice, he'll understand."

"I hope so."

After another half hour of watching Kat fall in love with Patrick on your screen and singing along with Seokmin to the movie soundtrack a knock came from your front door.

Unwrapping yourself from the warmth of your friend, you crawled off the couch wrapped in a blanket and ran to answer it.

"I thought I told you not to wear something nice?"

Minghao was dressed in a cozy pair of cargo sweats and a big hoodie, carrying a larger than normal leather tote bag.

"Well, I wasn't about to show up in my boxers. I like your pajamas though."

"Thank you, Seokmin brought them for me. We got matching ones, sort of silly I know. You may laugh."

"No, they look cute. I brought you guys some snacks and wine as a sorry for intruding."

Seokmin's loud voice cheered from your couch.

"Wow, Minghao. If someone doesn't snatch you up soon I might have to. Hi, by the way."

Minghao took your previous spot on the couch, next to Seokmin getting him with a cute handshake.

"How is everything guys?"

"Well, good now. Y/N had sort of a rough morning."

"Yeah, I saw the posts. Did something happen?"

"Well, Minnie freaked out on me of course and I told her to move out. So, I had just been cleaning before Seok came and rescued me."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. It happens I guess."

Seokmin forced Minghao to let you sit in between the middle of them after noticing you searching around the room for the best place to sit.

"Come on, loser."

Your butt found its perfect missing piece sitting between two of your friends both new and old.

"Should we watch Twilight? Minghao's never seen them."

"You've never seen Twilight? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Minghao's eyes opened wider than you had ever seen them, probably embarrassed that the two of you made this little moment about him.

"Stop acting like that's the weirdest thing ever? You guys are crazy."

"Oh my god, you're going to love this Hao."

Seokmin queued up the movie, watching the title sequence splash across the screen as you watched Minghao experience the blue toned film for the first time, catching glimpses at him at all of your favorite parts.

After the movie ended Seokmin was sleeping up against your side, cutely snoring. You tried to subtly remove yourself from him without scaring the daylights out of the by, you woke him up, Minghao was already up and next to your side helping you move the sleeping puppy into your bedroom, so he could get a good nights sleep.

"Thank you."

"I should, get going."

"Oh no, stay here. You can either stay on the couch or you can take Minnie's room, I changed the sheets already."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'll probably stay up for a while, I have some shit to take care of."

"Are you sure, I'm not intruding?"

"No, shut up. It's late and raining stay here."

"Okay, I'll stay wherever. Thank you."

"No please, stay in the extra room. It's more comfy."

"I think you should, the couch is nice and warm anyway. I like the fireplace."

With a nod you grabbed Minghao a few pillows and an extra toothbrush and snuck away to the room that used to belong to Minnie, packing away her stuff as a final gesture to someone you used to call your best friend.

Minghao, walked through the closed doorway to find you sitting on your wooden floor, tears drying up on your cheeks, looking at photos of your friends.

He placed the two glasses of red wine, beside you and bent to sit criss cross adjacent to you.

"Sorry I woke you up."

"No, you didn't actually. I was just reading on my phone, I usually go to bed pretty late."

"Oh, okay. This is pathetic isn't it?"

"What? Being upset? No, it isn't."

"No, just me, crying over this. I mean I made most of this mess in the first place and here I am crying over people I hurt no matter how badly they hurt me before. I mean, seeing Mingyu and Minnie hanging out, Joshua and Mimi, I just like am making myself a victim when I'm also to blame."

"Y/n, you are a victim in this too. It maybe doesn't feel like it, but just because you hurt someone doesn't mean they get to hurt you back."

"I guess."

"Does Minnie and Mingyu being alone together bug you?"

"No, she's right as much as I hate to admit it. It can't bother me they're friends too, I guess I just didn't see that coming.

Minghao pics up a polaroid photo of you and Joshua wearing matching college sweatshirts, dated September 15.

"Was this your first day of classes?"

Your laugh came after a couple of sniffles, admiring the smiling pair in the photos.

"Yeah, our mom's were best friends growing up and naturally so were we. We got accepted into the same university, so our first day they took far too many pictures of us. I wonder why Minnie has it?"

"Maybe, by mistake?"

"Yeah, maybe. I normally keep all my pictures in a box under my bed."

Something in your gut was telling you that Minnie having that picture of you in her room wasn't by mistake, but you chose to shove it down continuing your trip down memory lane with Minghao.

"Oh my god."

Minghao held up a picture of you, you were standing with Minnie at a halloween party outside with drinks in hand, dressed up as sexy bottles of ketchup and mustard.

"No, that's so embarrassing throw it away."

You tried to grab the picture out of Minghao's grip as he was sprawled across the floor giggling over you dressed up with a red cone on your head.

"I didn't think Ketchup could be so sexy, y/n."

"Shut up, that's awful. I don't even remember that. I look so stupid."

"No you look nice, actually very original for the sexy girl costume trope."

"Ha- Ha, very funny."

Minghao handed you your glass of wine, laughter now dying out as you sat in silence surrounded by polaroids of your past.

"Can I tell you something, y/n?"

"Yeah, always."

"Well, I found out where the first tweet was posted from, not me actually, Wonwoo. It came from your wifi network, so whoever posted it was in your apartment that first night."

A pit came to your gut, the same apartment you were in now, the walls suddenly looked darker and you decided on chugging the alcohol in front of you.

"Do you know anything else?"

"No, just that the network assigned was yours."

"Can we maybe, stop sleuthing just for awhile? I don't know what to do anymore. I'm really thankful you guys wanted to help me, I just, I get a feeling there's more to this that I don't know or even want to find out right now."

Minghao just shook his head, holding up the bottle of wine asking you if you needed more, which of course you obliged.

"Want to watch something with me?"

"More twilight?"

"No, not more twilight. Seokmin wouldn't be happy to miss that. Maybe, Princess Diaries?"

"I love that movie."

"Me too, come on."

You crawled into the bed, tapping the covers asking him to sit next to you.

"Turn the light off, come on I don't bite."

"Can I confess something embarrassing? I used to think the brother in this movie was someone from the Beatles."

"Oh my god, me too. And that the mom from the parent trap was Princess Diana."

Minghao laughed, reliving a part of his childhood climbing into the bed next to you, afraid to get too close.

You on the other hand were as comfortable as ever, cuddling under the covers, clutching a pillow in your lap watching Anne Hathaway on screen.

By the time Mia was getting her makeover Minghao and you were sleeping peacefully side by side.

✧.* taglist: @sun-daddy-yoriichi,@hipsdofangirl @kissesfrmwonwoo, @minhui896, @wonwooz1, @porridgesblog, @punkhazardlaw, @jasssy051,

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psychelis-new · 2 years

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pick a pile: "An encouraging message for you"

take a breathe and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read an ecouraging message for you from your Guides and/or dearest ones (may be also soulmates or your higher self). I think everyone here needs to hear some nice words right now: blood moon might have been emotionally raw and triggering on stuff we thought we were done with.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

I think this blood moon has been pretty rough on you. You may have experienced a lot of triggers, especially hiccups on stuff you thought you were done with. You might have been feeling pretty bad about it. I'm sorry, remember you don't have to feel bad: it's okay to have fallbacks. The message for you is to keep strong and look behind/under this cover of suffering to find the good side and your happiness.

You're being asked to go through this in order to feel better, and grow into your better self. There's no punishment here. Like the bottle in your pic: if you take time to clean it, you'll find a beautiful, maybe old and a bit signed by time, but still entire and perfect bottle (probably even more precious cause of the time that has passed and of what it has been through). Same goes for you. You have no idea how precious you are. But you will soon. Remind yourself it's okay to stop and chill, take breaks and just close your eyes and regulate yourself. Ground yourself. Take time to do so especially when things get too overwhelming. Breathing work (through your nose, and use your belly too as when you sleep, not just your stomach/lungs. It'll help you relax you lower back).

Remember that you can take control over your shadow's sides, over your emotions: you need to meet them and understand where your unmet needs are bugging you from your unconscious self. Don't let fear and self sabotage block you and your life. Don't let this dark side of you come out and take over as they please, take advantage of you/sabotage you. Sit and talk with it, analyze its needs and why it is there. Allow yourself to feel and experience anything you are feeling and experiencing; validate yourself, and balance that out with healing and learning. But do not rush things. Take your time. You'll be celebrating soon something beautiful. The end of the cycle is almost there. Don't stress over being done with your healing, it will only posticipate the closure. Be open to your new beginning. And remember your worth. Do never think anything bad about you, no matter the hiccups or fears or whatever your trauma wants you to think of you. You are worthy of whatever you desire. And it'll arrive. (444 angel number brings a clear message of calmer days ahead). Give love to yourself (my heart chakra is in pain), hug and appreciate yourself, seek for help.

Your Guides are always by your side (my ear is ringing hard) trying to encourage you and guiding you. Be open to their signs. Be grounded so to hear/see their messages especially when you're overthinking/spiralling. You're not alone. You are never alone. Feel their embrace. You are doing a great job and they're proud of you. (I get a lot of nurturing and healing energy from them, I hope it can reach you)

songs: wicked games | kiana ledé; shiver | amber run

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pile 2

(About your messages: I feel some of you may already be aware them and are congratulated, others are still in the process of understanding/being more conscious. If you find mixed sentences here and there, that's the reason)

Pile 2, you got it. Despite the pain and overthinking, know that you got it. You can make what you want out of your life. You can turn it how it pleases you. You know you can. And you know the message is to keep going on this road, always keeping strong and looking ahead with hope and a bright smile. "Never back down". Keep taking care of yourself, and remember to drink your water and eat healthy. You probably have already started to do some more meditation/exercising, even taking more walks outside: doing something for your body and mind. It's a very good practice, you're being congratulated here (if you haven't started yet, you'll probably feel called to do this soon).

Someone from the past might pop up into your life by chance, remind yourself it's not always to make you work on a trauma or trigger a bad emotion, they could bring a good news or memory too, something you need to remind yourself from how things were back then. Always look at the bright side. And remember that also people can change (don't be too good though, stand your ground before giving in. Listen about what they want, or what thoughts they're making you re-live). For someone else, it can also be someone new, still bringing with them some news/emotions you need to deal with (but be positive about them: dealing with someone else may be the only way to end your healing: communicate and be vulnerable about your feelings, if your guts are giving you green light about this person).

Beautiful things are coming for you, it's a new start. You have learnt and are still learning your lessons, embracing them and reducing the time you spend worrying on not receiving/not seeing results (also for manifestations) or actual changes. The change has started from your inside. It'll show outside too soon. Keep being patient and indeed, stop worrying if you haven't yet. Things are going to go great, your wishes will be fulfilled. Believe. In yourself and in divine timing. Trust.

Remind yourself that the past has no control over your future. It's about you and now, building your next days. What has happened, doesn't have to reapper again. Stop judging yourself and your life from your past self point of view. Have a talk with that and move towards your new self. Your breakthrough is indeed about embracing your new vision and version of yourself and your life, and change what has been. You have done a great job. Keep going on like this.

songs: saturday sun | vance joy; i wanna be your slave | maneskin

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pile 3

The message is that you are probably going to get a message or a request? How nice! It might be even about this pac. Maybe you are a psychic and knew that somehow some kind of message was coming for you. You also may need to take a pause and close with something from the past. Similar to pile 2, but also different. I mean, your photo has so many reflections... what can be clearer than that? Stop and think about that thing that is bugging you, and take a decision. And honestly, I think it's something that needs closure from how I unconsciously worded it before. Look inside yourself and take action. I think you need to decide where you want your life to go, what you want to do and get. But remember that what you do, needs to fit what you want. You need to be aware of the latter to realize the first. So, what do you want?

I see someone staring at themselves into a mirror. Keep trying to see and know your true self, your secrets and desires. Don't let what has been ruin your present. Don't let others judge you either. Just be self conscious, know your worth and remind yourself about it. About what you've been through and how strong it made you. You didn't give up, that needs appreciation. You are getting accolades from your Spirits. Indeed there's a message coming in soon, it'll sign a new beginning in your life. All you've learnt will be useful into this new path. Don't let your fears sabotage you again as it has been: remind yourself you're different now and things can always change; they do always change. Be brave and focused on your goals. And keep manifesting. You aren't aware of so many things! You're gonna feel so amazed. I feel a lot of joy and happiness, you may be reached by your soul family and possibly by a soulmate.

Things will go great on so many different levels (remember to keep yourself balanced and grounded btw). And you deserve that cause of all you've been doing. Also for others. You've been through ups and downs, you've been dealing with trauma and tough people/karmic relationships, you've been going through dark periods and moments in which you had to put yourself and desires aside in order to be of help. You had to make a tough decision. But now it's time to focus on you, and you alone. Let others find their answers and fight their own battles: it's not up to you to heal everyone. You need to heal yourself first.

songs: lontano dagli occhi* | sergio endrigo; because of you | ne-yo *you can ask for a general translation if you need

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pile 4

Can you feel the warm embrace from your Guides and soul family? They're around you, shielding you, protecting you. Always. You may feel overwhelmed, but even if you can't see the light, know that it's there and you'll be aware of it soon. I feel that you're trying to manifest a new life, but you cannot cause of your emotions and past experience sabotaging you. Know that you're close to realizing your wishes, you only need to end this habits of bringing you down and sabotaging you (pile 1?). It's something tough, but really, that's the last step. All you want, is all there ready to flood over you, but the Universe wants you to be fully ready to get it and own it, and not be scared of losing it or push it all away from you by mistake (self sabotage). You need to have a quiet mind to really enjoy the amazing things you desire from your heart. So keep working with love, towards yourself and others. Never forget that being kind and open is a good answer, no matter what we're scared of or what we've unconsciously learnt in our past/childhood. There's always a way out from that that can help us see better and be more balanced. "Be open" I keep hearing that. Maybe you're a bit closed off when it comes to relationships/meeting new people (some social anxiety or fear of abandonment/judgement may be there, and they may cause you loneliness from not being able to create deep bonds with others).

Make kindness/love your first goal, especially with you. The message is strong. It can totally change you and your life. And if something blocks you from starting new endeavours, remind yourself you CAN do it. You have all you need to make it. And even if something is missing, you don't have to worry, you'll find it along your path. Your Guides and soul family are there with you for that reason. You may meet someone or need to ask for help to someone. Let them in/help you sort things out.

Don't be scared of not making it, you can make it. And you will make it. (Be open, again). Maybe not the first time, it may take you a couple of tries, but this doesn't mean you cannot do it. Take these tries as challenges from the Universe to see how ready you are, how focused you are, and what still needs to get bettered in the meantime. (It may be about meeting new people too: maybe the first ones won't stay for long but that's okay, they are there to help you learn/practice/grow and be ready to meet the right people/person and not lose them). Sometimes success has a lot to do with timing and experience. Don't beat yourself up for this or for "failing" sometimes: it's okay to not be immediately perfect (you know perfection doesn't exist right?). Your time is almost there. Give yourself the chance to try. (Bon Jovi "Keep the faith" is playing in my head, I think it can bring important messages here especially about possible childhood traumas and keep choosing love in your life, no matter what. And ofc keeping the faith).

songs: keep the faith | bon jovi; this is what falling in love feels like | jvke

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Love at first fight

Alhaitham x gn!reader

The scribe's logic is simple, never fight with fools. You made him feel like the fool this time though.

Alhaitham's way of talking is smooth and sly not everyone can make out, he doesn't argue with idiotic logic instead, he uses that to manipulate his way into making them believe what he wants them to.

But he never met someone so dumb that he can neither win or lose in your fight at the library. It seems you were the type to drag both parties down.

"So what exactly gave you the thought that telling the sages closing down all artistic activities would be a great idea?" Your grip on the book you to cover half your face to conceal your lip bite of anger got tighter.

"A tactic? I can't tell you the exact details but actions speak louder than words is the answer"

You rested the book on his folded arms " You do see the look on my face right now do you?"

"yes I do"

You opened your eyes "what does it say?"

"That you're mad at me?" You started hitting his arm softly with the book continuously "Wrong". He raised an eyebrow.

You inhaled "it says that I KNEW I WAS STUPID BUT THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE STUPIDER"

He was ???

You clenched your jaws " See I know you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover but I knew I had a bad feeling about you, and I've met you only today. Your alpha wannabe walk, your smooth way of talking, the way you indirectly shut sir Zakhir up as though you are more capable of being an instructor than him. Putting down my documents saying it'll be waste of energy AND THAT'S NOT EVEN THE REASON IM ANGRY"

Seriously? You're only wasting your breath now is what he thought. "See we both don't have much time we're busy people, these stupid squabbles will bring nothing but-"

You took one step forward and got very close to him "See my point is you make decisions and plans without thinking the chances and how it may affect others if it does not succeed. If I'm ever one of them who get involved in it" you pulled back your book that rested on his arm "I will hunt you and bury you, I don't even care if the akademiya will be after me Mr scribe, I see you with the divine knowledge. The bazaar has my eyes." With that you walked away huffing.

He was left speechless, was he supposed to be surprised? Threatened? Disrespected? He didn't know he was just drowning in the thought how you were so keen and gutsy despite having a clumsy and daydreaming behaviour. He felt that you may be an interesting person to get involved with for his future plans. Something that you just not so long ago told him not do.

It felt as if he judged you wrong. With that his judgement has never been wrong, to him atleast.

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Legs on top of eachother and heartbeats colliding.

You heard him smirk, "What's making you so happy?" He smiled and replied "Nothing, I just got reminded of a time."

You eyed him suspiciously "what time huh?"

He smiled, a smile that speaks he's entertained and mocking someone "Remember the time you threatened to hunt and bury me?"

"uh.....ahhhh that, you were an asshole you deserved to be threatened." you rolled your eyes. He put his hand on your back and used the other to curl your hair "Would you now?"

You pulled his cheeks "If you dare to disturb my balance of life then why not." how do you even survive after doing and saying such things to Alhaitham was what always surprised Kaveh. Maybe Alhaitham just had double standards for some people.

"however from what I've realised you've come to love how I disturb your balance of life isn't it?" You shuffled and trapped him in your arms "Because you need to try more. The actual stage where you can actually destroy it."

He raised an eyebrow and gripped your wrists "Oh? so are you telling me I'm not perfect? Very gutsy of you."

You chuckled "Sometimes I realise the scribe may not be upto my standards honestly."

He closed his eyes and smiled "Ah yeah as you say dollface."

You were a brat, an asshole even. More than what Alhaitham was and that's what he failed to see.

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham ff #genshin x reader #al haitham #genshin fanfiction #genshin imagines #al haitam x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin hcs #genshin fluff

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bloodysurvivors · 7 months

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Listen.

I like the general idea of Creeps not taking care of themselves. Like not bathing, forgetting to eat and body care ect. It makes sense, because most of these characters have traumatic backstories that makes them mentally unstable. When you add the factor of stressful and not-so-healthy life of a criminal on the run on top of that, it makes sense why self-care would be at the rock bottom of their priority. But I have a different idea.

What if Slenderman - or whoever they are working under - forces them to take care of themselves? After all, these are people on the run and living at a mansion inside a big forest.

If they don't shower, than it'll be easier for police dogs to track them down. If they don't eat and sleep, they won't have enough energy to lead patrols, murdering people and making sure that the crime scene is untraceable.

If the Creeps don't take care of themselves, then their fall from their hidden glory will get closer and faster. Until one day, the police corners everybody's ass in a way that Slenderman won't be able to defend them from.

So he tries his very best to make sure everybody's in shape and healthy before going out for any reason, which gives the fans the impression of him being a caring person when he is not really gentle with any of them. And that clashes a lot with Sully and Liu, especially the latter.

When Sully's out, it means two things: 1. An event happened that convinced him - and their brain - that there is danger nearby. 2. Liu, for some reason, won't be able to continue fronting but the body needs to keep moving and doing stuff, so their brain brings Sully to keep the show going.

Sully, who can't even lay down in a dark room because how bad his paranoia and flashbacks about The Murder gets. Sully who can't even touch or look himself, because he feels the touch of a knife whenever he - or someone else - does. Sully who can't even talk normally, let alone eating, because he hates how the stitches feels on his cheeks when he moves his mouth or lips. That's why he either talks too slow, or too fast.

Soo, you can guess how much these two argues about the body's physical health at the smallest slip Sully makes. Sure, Liu does tries his best to not let their body crumble under Sullivan's poor mental health; but a two man show is destined to fail, if one of the runners stops engaging with it. Of course, Liu is understanding and supportive of him, but sometimes he is just not doing OKAY. AT ALL. That doesn't make Slenderman happy, which ends in very long arguments between two.

Slenderman doesn't understand why it's sooo hard for mentally ill people to just keep moving. He barely remembers the struggles of being an alive human, how could he understand Sully's struggles?

Because of that - and many other reasons -, Sully absolutely hates Slenderman. The only reason why the two are keep staying under him is that they see Slenderman as the strongest being that can protect them from the police and society - which he does. To be honest, Slenderman successfully protecting the forest from any other trespassers - aka police, soldiers, reporters, nosy and thrill seeking fans... - is the only reason why anyone stays under him.

#owner talks #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta mansion #tw body dysmorphia #tw implied murder #tw murder #tw trauma #slender mansion #slenderman #creepypasta rp blog #creepypasta roleplay #roleplay blog

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whoops-im-obsessed · 1 year

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(More) Things I Noticed in UKsies: Fansie Night Edition (Act 2)

First one got too long so here is act 2!!

At Jacobi's Albert says 'why do old people talk?' Directly to Jacobi who waves him off

'Jack don't run from no fight!' '*in the highest, squeakiest voice imaginable to mock Les* Take it down short stop!!'

Katherine dances on the tables with the boys in KoNY and I'm not sure if Bronté does but Bobbie does the nerve tap!

Cup song time

Katherine and Les have such cute little interactions

Nyoom tables!!

They don't shy away from showing what they do to keep themselves safe, when the newsies grab the lamps, you can see them clip themselves on but it only serves to make you go 'something is about to go down!!'

The newsies on the ground dance around the tables and tap metal plates to the table newsies' feet

Ascension with frantic spinning, incredible

In a bit of a stark contrast, letter from the refuge is a really poignant moment

Crutchie breaks the forth wall and speaks directly to the audience, including them in his thought process

A cop watches the whole thing from the scaffolding

Crutchie is left handed

Crutchie actually starts crying at 'I'll be fine' and hearing that emotion in his voice contrasted with his trying to be optimistic - ugh, have I mentioned that I love Matthew Duckett?

Crutchie gets up and passes on his letter to Specs before being slowly helped off stage by a refuge newsie, still struggling when the next scene begins. When he got up he winced so hard someone next to me whispered 'ooh that was real'

Jack was Properly Angry in Watch What Happens reprise and his fear for Crutchie shone through

Ryan!Davey may be the king of eye-rolls but Alex!Davey is the king of raising his eyebrows in incredulation, especially to Les

'Lighten up no-one died' is said a lot subtler, like he knows how bad that sounds but doesn't know how to confront it

'HECANTTAWLKHELLCALLYABACK'

The mayor actually shows some sympathy towards the newsies but in the end doesn't act due to Synder and Pulitzer's influence

Fun fact: Jamie Golding (Wiesel/mayor/theatre worker/police/etc) has NINE costume changes during the show, he is so many people

Pulitzer grabs Katherine as she's trying to walk away at 'you can't have mine'

George Crawford (Morris Delancey) has an amazing evil laugh which he uses a lot during the show

As the printing press is being brought out, the Delancey brothers bring Jack behind the scaffolding. Although this can't be seen by most of the audience they continue to intimidate him and get really up in his space

Shout out to Zack Guest super swing who played Oscar!!

Brooklyn newsies met with the Most applause they are so cool

Brooklyn's here is broken up with a little roll call which makes the 'now them soakers' hit harder

Spot has a slight lisp

'If we disband the union..' *outrage* 'this is your union!!'

The newsies all call Jack out in various ways when they see him take the money, Spot has to be physically held back from beating him up

Something to Believe in is a little different, the Jatherine is believable but isn't really focused on much in the show, it almost feels like an afterthought. The line 'what was ours still will be' really resonates, it feels more like they had a little whirlwind mutual attraction but both think it'll end with the strike

Universal 'oooohh!!' From the audience when they kiss

Lighting for once and for all is so pretty, they have lanterns and there's a sort of orange mottled pattern like the reflection of the lamps projected across the entire theatre

Once and For All really lets the vocals shine, it isn't as high energy as the other numbers and the scaffolding doesn't move like it does in livesies, instead a giant newsies banner falls from the ceiling that they parade around the stage. The choreo isn't missed at all, the sheer wall of sound is incredible

The newsies line the theatre as Jack talks to Pulitzer and smack their fists either into their hands of onto the railings in time with the music as they hum

'The boy, Jack Kelly is here :)))'

Spot makes the 'I'm watching you' gesture at Pulitzer

As the other characters leave Jack to talk to Pulitzer, Hannah loudly says 'I love your show!!' To Medda

So many hugs when they win

Crutchie coming in with his little police hat, greeted with the biggest hug from Race and the boys

The reaction to Crutchie calling Roosevelt 'your highness'

Crutchie & Les reunion 🥺

And perfect finale and curtain call!!

The post finale choreo is incredible and was met with applause right up to the final bows

Crutchie is up on the scaffolding for much of the choreo and makes his way down for the bows. He slid down the stair rails in the same way you would slide down a ladder. Then he kept sliding. And kept sliding. And then his leg got caught. And then he kept sliding. Basically, he ended up on the floor tangled in the stairs and had to call a couple of people to help him out of the mess he got into 😅

And that was that! Post-show Q&A was pretty short but really lovely, there were mostly questions about the audition process, advice, favourite bit of the show, etc but it was really sweet how they all cared to stay and so many people did! Plus there were mega shout outs to dance captain Alex Christian who plays Butttons and is a legend!!

Honestly this show means so much to me and to be able to see it with such an enthusiastic cast and audience was incredible, see it if you can because it is in a league of its own.

#newsies #newsies the musical #uksies #britsies #newsies london #west endsies #jack kelly #crutchie morris #david jacobs #joseph pulitzer #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #crutchie newsies #les jacobs #medda larkin #michael ahomka lindsay #matthew duckett #bobbie chambers #alex james hatton

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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maybe this is too much but riddlers reacting to you squirting while doing the do-do with them? like are they confused, disgusted, proud?? 👀

Riddlers And Squirting

Riddler Headcanons i am obsessed and spent a lot of time considering this for personal reasons and hng this was fun to write about request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: squirting y'all, duh

gotham

"sounds messy, i'm out." thank you for informing him of your...condition...before it was too late and his lovely green, silk sheets were facing a faded colour because of you. he's way too pernickety to let loose and have fun with something like this. his loss, boo. and he won't even let you borrow a towel? ed would, but the riddler won't

arkham

"sounds messy, i'm in." man is covered in every liquid, might as well add another to his vest, like he's collecting little badges of honour. also, he's focused mostly on making it happen from oral, because he's pretty bad at remember to stay hydrated during the day. two birds with one stone: eat you out, lap up everything you're willing to give to him

dano

"i did that? i made that happen? how soon until you can do it again?" he is absolutely beaming with pride, eyes wider than you could think was possible, cheeks all blushing. he's infatuated with it, obsessed maybe even? either way the next time you come round he's got the place covered in plastic sheeting like patrick bateman. he has no cleaning supplies, sure, but what the hell is it that he has planned and why is there a crate of energy drink by the bed?

young justice

ok so you told him you could do it and he whimpered and then sat silently for a good 10 minutes before asking if you could show him in the smallest voice possible. obviously he offers to help, and when you do finally squirt, make sure you let him take a little bit of the thanks for it, it'll make him feel like a big tough man. definitely not sure of the intricacies of it, but he's just pleased at the noise you make when you get off so he's happy

twojar

why haven't you told him sooner because that is hot as fuck. i mean he was definitely thinking it was a possibility since he's such a good ride, but it's still hotter in practice than in theory. definite believer that sex isn't good unless it's messy, so you cum on him, he'll cum on you and then you can both shower together in preparation to do it in there too.

unburied

aw, that's sweet that you told him before hand, but it's ok because he was going to make you squirt at least three times anyway, and no that's not just his ego talking he really is that good, he promises. "what gets wetter as it dries?" ok yeah no that doesn't work, but it's difficult to focus on riddles when he's pile driving you to the point where you can absolutely drench him, there are more important things on his mind believe it or not

capullo

ew, he's supposed to cum all over you not the other way around. babe don't emasculate him come on. what do you mean he should see it as him actually pleasing you? he's made you cum before! say he's made you cum before or he is absolutely going to go off in a huff and then you'll be sorry. fine, it doesn't matter because the female orgasm is a myth and squirting is just pee and now he's not listening lalalalalalala

telltale

he knows exactly how to fuck it out of you, and he's especially good at bringing you to the edge with his fingers. he's well-versed, a practiced gentleman. a frequent swimmer in those very lakes. in fact, he could say he was better at eliciting that from you than he was at riddles, or crime, or schemes, or murder. and he can prove it to you if that's what you would like?

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soothinglee · 9 months

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part 2 of your tao fic slow train when the friend group plan on introducing the reader to the rest and tao and the reader get talking again?

ofc don’t do this if you don’t want to❤️

slow train part 2 | tao xu x reader

summary: you reconnect with tao after a lot of persuasion, a new chapter in a growing friendship emerges.

warnings: none.

authors note: i would like to preface that i am not british and tried doing 'research' on british slang for this to feel more real but i feel like i did not succeed lol. if this is out of character or nothing like what british people talk like feel free to flame/correct me in the comments.

inspiration: there was no inspo for this one aside for the request (thank you by the wayಇ) but if you want a song to listen to while reading i suggest "obsessed" by hatchie :)

pairing: tao xu x reader (no pronouns specified. though reader is mentioned to go to higgs.)

masterlist | part one

after the train meeting happened thoughts of it slowly started to leave your mind. it wasn't like you forgot what happened, or about who tao was. of course not, it was hard to get him away. it was like his voice was on the forefront of your mind; always echoing lowly behind your thoughts.

you knew you would see him again, later rather than sooner seeing as his school was only a short distance walk away from yours- and the fact that you were friends with his friends. you never thought about actually hanging out with him alone, and you never could because how would you even bring that conversation up to the girls? and plus, you don't even have his number. it was all up to a waiting game.

luckily enough for you, it was sooner.

"so what do you think?" all heads turn towards you as tara finishes talking. you hadn't been fully present in the conversation, slowly nodding off over your carrot sticks.

after a moment you blink away the haze in your eyes and look back at them, "what?"

elle looks at you and scoffs, a playful twitch in her brow. tara groans and leans back on darcy who lightly catches taras head in her hands, "you weren't even listening!"

"i was i swear! i just didn't catch the last part!"

"i said," she takes a moment and throws one of darcys monster munch at you, to which you catch and throw it back, "what do you think about hanging out with us after school?"

"it won't just be us!" darcy interrupts, ignoring the look on taras face, "it'll be charlie, nick, isaac, and tao."

at the name your head perks up, fully paying attention, "did you say tao?"

"you know tao?" elle pipes up, "as in tao xu?"

"don't be crass," you mumble, nimbly messing with your lunch, "there's only one tao in this area."

elle, choosing to ignore your smart remark, begins fiddling with her phone underneath the table, fingers moving a mile a minute, "how do you know him? he's never mentioned he knew you."

"that's because he doesn't," you kick her from under the table, miming that the teachers coming, she looks at her phone again and puts it away, "not in the way he knows you guys. we met on the train a week ago, he told me he knew you guys and that's how we got to know eachother. but we never traded numbers, his stop came to soon."

"that's even more of a reason for you to hang out!" in the random burst of energy from darcy, taras head was dropped out of her hands and onto the lunch table with a hallow thunk. she made no effort to move it. "you guys could reconnect! become friends- or something more-."

darcys speech was cut short by elles hand muffling the sound. giggling, you shake your head in disagreement, " i don't know, i feel like that'd be a little stalkerish."

"don't be crass." elle mocks, "it's not that big of a deal, honestly. plus it's about time you hung out with us outside of school."

the rest of the girls nodded from across the table and elle nudges your shoulder with her elbow. you look at her and then back to them. it wouldn't be a bad idea to meet tao again. you missed the conversations you had- even though it was cut short. and this would be a perfect opportunity to talk to him again and hopefully become friends. not only that, you would be meeting the others and actually be a part of a close knit-friend group. and besides, when would you have a chance to talk to him like this again. walking past his school and waving "hi" doesn't count.

though on the downside what if there is no connection like there was last time? you would never know if you didn't give it a shot.

after a moment you look up and wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. "okay," a deep sigh leaves your mouth and the girls perk up, "i'll come. just text me the details."

you manage to get some of the last words out before they start screeching loudly. glancing over to where the teachers sit at lunch you can see your homeroom teacher giving you a pointed look with her arms crossed. without having to be told twice you quickly quiet the girls down.

tara squeals, "this is perfect, you can finally meet everyone else and officially be apart of our group! i'll make sure to text you everything!"

you don't say anything in response, a small smile making its way to your face, though you still can't help but to feel nervous.

standing infront of nicks door felt awkward. from inside you could hear the faint sounds of laughing and music vibrating the house. in your hand you hold a bag of chips from tesco, it felt like it would've been rude to just show up without anything to offer.

shifting it over to your non-dominate hand you wipe your palms on your pant leg and hesitantly knock on the door. for a moment it goes silent and then the heavy sound of boots hitting the floor beneath the door way. looking down you can see a shadow of someones feet standing on the other side and it gets kind of weird when it takes a few seconds longer for it to open.

growing rather impatient you raise your fist to knock again when suddenly the door swings open and the bright light inside covers the person infront of you in a shadow. only when they step out you can actually see who is there.

"tao?" you call out, stepping a little closer.

"yeah, hey." that smile that's starting to grow on you makes its way onto his face as he plays with his beanie. the bag of chips crinkles under your arm pit as the two of you stare at each other. the energy around you shifts and you can tell that tao notices too.

"oh sorry," he breaks eye contact and steps out of the doorway, holding it open for you. "please come in, don't want you to get sick."

you laugh politely, saying your thank you's as you watch him close and lock the door. the sound of music picks back up from the parlor when you turn back around to face him.

tao rocks on the balls of his feet and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets, his evidently nervous and makes no move to say anything.

"it's nice to see you again." you mummer lightly, gazing up at him. a low laugh emits from his chest as he nods his head.

"it's um," he smiles again, this time with teeth. "it's nice to see you again too. i was wondering when we'd meet actually. i had realized that i didn't get your number when i got off."

you nod in agreement, "it's okay, we could still exchange?" hope dances through your words as you cross your fingers behind the chip bag.

taos eyes widen for a second and his quick to reach for his phone, "yeah, let me just..." he swiftly unlocks his phone and hands it over to you eagerly.

in return you gently take it and enter your digits, adding you name to your contact so it could save. "perfect."

taos eye wander around your face and then towards the bag in your hand, "you brought snacks?"

"oh!" you bring the chips out in front of you, "i didn't want to come empty handed."

"no please, don't worry." he reaches over and takes it from your hands, signaling for you to follow him, "every time we hang out charlie spends half of his bank on snacks. we always have so much that we save the leftovers for the next hangouts."

you realize that he walks you to the kitchen and politely place yourself near the kitchen sink as he reaches in the cabinets to grab a plastic orange bowl. "you all hangout a lot?"

tao nods, "oh yeah," he pulls on the bag but it doesn't budge, after trying again and failing you gently take it from his hands and open it with ease, he gives you a timid half-smile, "every week when we can."

"cool."

the sound of the chips hitting the bowl fills the silence between the two of you. only when tao walks back over from the trash he speaks. "i hope you join us for now own, you haven't met the others yet but we would love for you to be our friend."

you can't help but smile, "i would love too."

tao releases a heavy breath, nodding his head so quickly you fear he'll get whiplash, "cool, awesome, amazing." you giggle, for a moment he pauses and turns his gaze towards you, "and also," he adds slowly, "maybe...we could hangout aswell?"

you give him a astonished look, "seriously?"

"well yeah, unless- you don't want to, which is like, totally fine, I get it-."

"no no, tao, i would love to. i'm just shocked is all."

he lets out a confused grunt, "what? why?"

shrugging your shoulders you look at him and then back towards the chip bowl. before you could say anything a voice emerges from the parlor;

"oi hurry up and bring her in here! stop hogging her!"

turning your head towards the sound you can't help but giggle at the urgency in darcys voice. "wouldn't want to keep them waiting, no?" you say, turning back towards tao.

he lets out a playful shaky breath and stares at the door, "no we do not." he walks over to you, chip bowl in one hand and offers you the other. "shall we?"

you look at his arm then towards him, and with a content smile you nod your head, "we shall."

#tao xu x reader #tao xu #tao xu x you #tao xu x y/n #heartstopper #heartstopper x reader #heartstopper season 2 #x reader #x you #x y/n #elle argent #darcy #tara #sahar #charlie spring #nick nelson #venicie #fluff #part 2

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tnt-zone · 2 months

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Welcome to Our Blog!

This blog is run by two alters, Taylor Swift (not that one ;)) ) and Scary Marlowe, with occasional appearances of others that may be familiar. Here is our comfort zone, where we collect things that make us laugh, remind us of our friends, or generally things we like about our source.

This might end up being updated later but it's a good first draft!

Intros and DNIs under the cut

Intros

HEY! I'm Taylor Swift! I'm the one mostly running this blog, usually just reblogging stuff I find funny or whatever! If there's any fictives out there that want to reach out don't be shy! I love to chat with anyone! We aren't gonna list off who all is here from source but me and Scary would be happy to see anyone really. My sign off is 🤺 but more than likely it'll be something like "Taylor posts" but I'm gonna work on that 😅 ANYWAYS enjoy and yeah nice to meet ya!

Taylor Swift Facts

16 years old

Confirmed to have Demon DNA by the FBI

I am awesome and cool

On the FBI top 10 wanted list

Certified cat-boy 😌 (TikTok couldn't handle my power)

I don't really know my role in the system yet but I'm being told it's somewhere between mood booster, pain regulator, and social alter so you make up your mind what that means about me!

I really love talking about source memories, they aren't all the same as "cannon event" but if anyone wants to here some wild shit hit me up

I have a really cool scare dog (not that I need one but her name is Scary and I love her (off to bed with you -⛈️)

I'm Scary Marlowe, seeker of darkness and blah blah all that stuff you know the drill. I'm gonna cut to the chase before all you haters and say I know I'm not my source. I'm something fucking better, I'm myself. Now that that's out of the way, hey! I have a lot of source memories so that's why I'm here, plus Taylor really likes it here and always wants to show me stuff so. Anyway my sign off is ⛈️

Scary Facts

14 years old

Still into poetry and writing

Resident bad girl

Potato hater (yes that carried over)

I'm actually nice but like I'm mean about it sometimes

Here's where the real fun begins

DNI

Haters, if you don't like it here then leave

Pro-endo, sys-course. That's not what this blog is about thank you.

Pro-shippers.

Maps, Pedos, whatever they're using nowadays 🙄

Roleplay accounts, I'm sorry it just scares us a little to see someone acting like us or someone we know and we know it's not them. A lot of you do a great job, we might end up changing this rule later on if we feel more comfortable but for now respect our space.

If you're here just to hate on an alter, turn yourself around and block us. Don't waste your time.

We don't hate on dads here (except Willy) so don't bring that energy please.

We are bodily an adult so you actual minors out there don't be weird. We love to chat but we do have firm boundaries that will be in place for not only our protection, but for your own as well. Choose internet safety children 🫡

Anyways have a lovely time and enjoy our little slice of haven in this crazy world!

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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Sweet Tooth ~ JJK | 4

✨ title: sweet tooth (On going) | series ✨ pairing: vampire!jungkook x donor f!reader ✨ rating: m/18+ ✨ genre/au: vampire!au, supernatural!au, eventual romance, slow build, eventual smut ✨ warnings: blood drinking, vampire bites, compulsion/mind control, mysterious jungkook, mentions of death, needles (will add warnings as chapters are posted) ✨ summary: Bills and rent are piling up, so your roommate suggests you look into a gig she stumbled upon. But it’s not what you expect. or Jungkook runs a vampire blood bank and you service clients with your blood. ✨ playlist | ✨ read on AO3 | Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ~ the saint

✨ chapter four ~ the two best friends | word count: 6.0k warnings: mentions of blood and death, compulsion, vampires feeding on humans

1943.

"Come out with me tonight." Taehyung nudged his best friend.

Jimin shook his head, already feeling shitty from his day at work. Worn out, Jimin had no energy to do anything. He came to Seoul hoping life would be better than his hometown of Busan, and it wasn't horrible but it could be better.

"Come on...it looks like you need a drink or two." Taehyung still trying to convince his friend who was sulking on the ugly floral couch sitting in their tiny apartment. "It'll do you some good."

Jimin sighed, shaking his head again. "Taehyung, I'm not in the mood." He fucked up pretty bad at work today and his mistake weighed heavily on his mind. He wanted to relax with a cold beer in his hand and wallow in self-pity.

"I met someone." A boxy grin and cocked eyebrow swept across Taehyung's face, in hopes his words would intrigue his best friend. And he was right when Jimin perked his head up. "You should meet her."

"Meet her?" Jimin countered Taehyung's comment. He knew his best friend. He was charming and he wasn't a stranger to bringing women home, so what could be so fascinating about this woman, especially to the point where he wanted Jimin to meet her? Taehyung was never serious about anyone.

Taehyung shrugged as he put on his overcoat, pulling up his collar, and grabbing his dark brown fedora. He opened the door as a freezing wind chill breezed on through the tiny apartment. "Guess you won't know if you don't come out with me."

Jimin rolled his eyes, sighing before calling out to his best friend, "Wait!"

The bar wasn't overcrowded but enough to where it was hard to find a table when they showed up. The pair of them shook off their snow-dusted coats and hung them up amongst the cluttered coat rack.

Taehyung's eyes scanned the room, on the lookout for his mystery woman. It wasn't long before he found her. His demeanor changed immediately, there was even a hop in his step as he tugged Jimin along.

The woman Taehyung was heading towards, stood up and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a deep kiss before pulling away. Her thumb brushed against his bottom lip, wiping away the red lipstick from his mouth. "Sorry my love," she says with a giggle.

Taehyung turned towards his best friend. "Jimin...this is Hyejin, the love of my life."

The love of his life?

Taehyung has never talked about being in love. Nevertheless, talk about someone being the love of his life. Jimin couldn't wrap his head around the strange hold this woman had over him. Maybe she was so charming and enchanting that she was the one person to break through Taehyung's walls.

Hyejin was beautiful, he could see why Taehyung was so smitten. Dressed in a red coat with a black belt cinching her small waist, Hyejin flashed a sweet smile towards Jimin. "Ah, so this is infamous Park Jimin. I've heard so much about you," she said while holding out her hand, awaiting a kiss from Jimin.

Jimin obliged at her gesture. "You have?" Jimin cocked an eyebrow, staring at Taehyung who was sporting a smirk before pressing a kiss into Hyejin's temple.

Hyejin let out another giggle, bringing her index finger to bite on. "Mmhm and my Taehyungie was right. You'll be so much fun to play with."

Jimin smiled at the beautiful woman before pulling his best friend away into a corner of the bar. "What does she mean 'I'll be fun to play with'? What the hell are you involved in?"

He wouldn't be surprised if Taehyung had gotten into some kind of trouble. Jimin told him to get a real job but Taehyung wouldn't listen to him. Instead, he bounced around from job to job because he never found something he liked, but again, having a job that you enjoyed seemed like a fool's dream. The only thing Jimin hoped was that Taehyung wasn't involved with a gang. There was no way he could help him out of that one.

Taehyung covered Jimin's mouth and briefly glanced in Hyejin's direction, who was busy sipping away on her glass of whiskey and watching the crowd that began to trickle in. "Shh--she'll hear you."

He cowered and leaned into Taehyung. "She's across the room. How can she hear us?"

Thankfully someone decided to put music on the jukebox which drowned out their conversation. "Hyejin is...special."

Jimin narrowed his eyes at Taehyung. "Special? Does she have supernatural hearing abilities or something?" Jimin joked, of course, this is the real world, who would have abilities like that?

"Just trust me..." Taehyung urged his best friend. Regardless, Jimin was still skeptical. He was sure this was some kind of threesome, which he was still against.

The pair walked back towards where Hyejin was, bickering while on the way. Hyejin heard their squabble and found it amusing. She loved when men were like this - infatuated. "What are you two whispering about, hmm?" she asked cunningly.

"We were just talking about how beautiful you are, my love," Taehyung explained, placing a kiss on her cheek.

Jimin caught Hyejin's gaze and he had to admit, she was...beguiling, intriguing. There was something about her that he couldn't keep his eyes off of. Was it her confidence? Her beauty? Her ability to make his impenetrable best friend fall in love?

"And what about you Jimin? Do you think I'm beautiful?" Hyejin questioned trying to test him.

Of course, she was beautiful, any man with eyes could see that. Jimin unknowingly answered her, "Yes, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He wasn't sure what prompted him to say what was on his mind, he just felt drawn to answer her. It was if he couldn't resist it.

"I got us a room at the hotel next door."

"A room? I'm not having a threesome with the two of you. I've seen enough of your ass."

Taehyung laughed. "It's not like that, unless..." He cocked his eyebrow and Jimin elbowed him. "Trust me."

And he did, he trusted his best friend even though sometimes he had wild ideas. Sharing a woman? It was something they'd never done before, there was no way he'd want to be in the same bed with his best friend.

After a few drinks, Jimin felt more relaxed while hanging out with the lovebirds. Taehyung suggested they leave to go next door to the room that he had booked for the three of them. Jimin was still wary of Hyejin and Taehyung, and their intentions. Jimin was tipsy, but not enough to have a threesome.

Taehyung checked in at the front desk. The concierge gave him the key and he waved it around enthusiastically. Taking Hyejin's hand, Taehyung led the way as Jimin followed them down the swanky hotel hallway. Jimin wondered how the hell he could afford a night at a place like this. There was no way he could - Taehyung always spent his money in lavish ways, so Jimin supposed this was one of them.

The key unlocked the door to a posh and snazzy bedroom suite. Taehyung whistled at the grand entrance that everyone stepped into, and then he ran around, going from room to room, checking out the rest of the place. Even Jimin was impressed at the suite, he'd never been to a place so fancy like this before.

Hyejin took her overcoat off, hanging it over one of the armchairs. She walked over to the neatly made bed and made herself comfortable. Taehyung cheerily skipped back into the room, following after Hyejin like a lost puppy. He dramatically swept her up into his arms, bridal style. Hyejin shrieked, demanding that Taehyung put her down but he just laughed in a sinister manner.

"Put me down," she ordered again, and he did so tacitly before lowering his head and muttered an apology. "It's okay my love, you know how much I loved being with you, but tonight is special. It's not just about us. We have a guest." She glanced in Jimin's direction, who was standing idly by watching the pair of them. "And we can't be ignoring our guest now, right?" Like a boy who was just scolded by his mother, Taehyung nodded.

Jimin is still dazed by this predicament. He was unsure as to why they brought him along and why tonight was so special. His presence was unnecessary.

"Should we tell Jimin about our little secret?" Hyejin asked Taehyung with a cunning grin. Whatever this was, Jimin could tell she was getting off on this, whether it was sexual or not, she was enjoying watching Jimin squirm. Taehyung smiled foolishly, looking at his best friend, waving him down to come closer.

Unsure, Jimin stood in place, not moving - that is until Hyejin gestured with her index finger for him to come forward, and he did with no hesitation. He felt as though there was a gravitational pull from her finger to his body without any unwillingness just a moment ago. Jimin couldn't understand. He couldn't figure out why his mind would refuse, but his body would do the polar opposite.

In this moment, he wanted to wrap his hands around Taehyung's neck for getting him involved with whatever this was. Stupid of him to even agree to come up to the room - he blamed the alcohol.

He stopped in front of the lovebirds, waiting for their instruction. Jimin just had a sense that this secret would forever change his life, and he'd soon find out that he was correct.

Hyejin looked up at Jimin and thought how angelic this being was, but surely he would turn into a monster himself after she was done with him. She cocked her head and her gaze turned dark, eyes solely focused on Jimin's. He could have sworn that the brown hue of her iris enlarged before she spoke, "Sit."

And he did with no hesitation, hands gracefully settling on his lap. He was laser-focused on her plush lips, which were beginning to part, he guessed to instruct him further.

"Ouh--he listens so well Taehyungie." Hyejin clapped excitedly.

Taehyung nodded. "He does."

"Should we go onto the next part of our night?" She asked while beginning to unbutton the top of Taehyung's shirt. His hand started to gravitate towards the underside of her breasts, giving it a good squeeze. Hyejin shook her head, "Nuh-uh, not that my love. Later."

He groaned. Jimin knew what his best friend wanted but he did not sign up for this. He felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but it was as if his body was glued to the chair. He couldn't leave if he wanted to.

Taehyung leaned in closer, pressing kisses into Hyejin's neck, making her whimper under his touch. "Taehyungie..." she murmured, taking a moment to glance in Jimin's direction, still pulling away from Taehyung's mouth on her. "Let's not make our guest uncomfortable hmm?"

Jimin gulped, bringing a grin onto Hyejin's face. "There's nothing to be afraid of, you'll have your turn soon, okay?" Jimin nodded, still uncertain of his role in this little game they were playing. Regardless, there was nothing he could do even if he wanted to leave, he wasn't able to move.

A beat passed when mysteriously, the atmosphere surrounding the three of them became eerie - a spirit of darkness that couldn't be explained, a chill that Jimin couldn't shake off. The lovey-dovey couple in front of him continued giggling and whispering to one another.

"I won't do this without my best friend. I'll only do this if he agrees to it too," Taehyung urged to Hyejin, putting down his foot.

She sighed at the curly-haired man on whose lap she was sitting. "You have to convince him," Hyejin stressed to Taehyung, before taking a small bite of his bottom lip causing it to bleed, which she took to herself to wipe it with her finger and then licked it clean.

"I'll talk to him, okay? Don't worry sweetheart, he'll be on board." He carefully lifted Hyejin off of him, setting her down.

Taehyung swiftly rose, walking towards Jimin, grabbing him by the wrist, and leading him towards the hallway. "Jimin, listen---"

"No! You listen---whatever this is, I don't want any part of it. Are you crazy?"

Taehyung grinned. "You don't even know what this is. Don't dismiss this opportunity of a lifetime Jimin. I need you. I can't do this without you."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "Opportunity of a lifetime? What are you going on about?"

He glanced in Hyejin's direction, unaware that she could hear everything they were saying. "Eternal life..." Taehyung peered up at his best friend to see his reaction, which of course was what he expected.

Jimin scoffed at Taehyung's comment. "What the hell are you talking about? She has some kind of spell on you, doesn't she?" He tried walking away but Taehyung pulled him back to him.

"Imagine all the things we can do if we lived forever. Imagine the freedom, the money, the power..."

He couldn't wrap his mind around the things that Taehyung was saying. Living forever? Who would want an immortal life? Taehyung needed to stop living in fantasies and come back to reality. "Freedom? Money? Power? Wow--she has you wrapped around her pretty little finger."

Taehyung nodded, thinking to himself that there was a sliver of hope his best friend would do this with him, that he wouldn't be alone in this... "I know this is going to sound crazy, but please don't panic."

Jimin cocked his eyebrow, telling his friend to go on about whatever this crazy thing was.

"I want to be a vampire."

And Jimin didn't panic when he heard those words come out of his best friend's mouth, instead, he laughed at Taehyung, knowing full well that his friend had gone nuts.

"Don't laugh," Taehyung retorted, annoyed that Jimin would laugh in his face.

"You just told me you wanted to be a vampire. You've gone bat-shit crazy and I don't know what you're doing with Hyejin but please keep me out of it," Jimin quipped at Taehyung, shaking his head at the ridiculousness that Taehyung tried to bring him into. "Vampires? They're not real."

Jimin couldn't believe the bullshit that Taehyung tried to get him into. He left the comfort of his own house for this? He knew Taehyung was struggling, but Jimin didn't think he was struggling this badly.

"Taehyungie...my love...do you need some help convincing Jimin?" Hyejin hollered from the living room. She didn't wait for an answer before the clicking of her heels could be heard echoing throughout the hallway where Jimin and Taehyung were standing. She flashed a grin at Taehyung. "I got this," she said before stepping in between Taehyung and Jimin.

There was no way that Hyejin would convince Jimin that supernatural beings were real - let alone vampires. Though Jimin didn't believe what these two were trying to convince him of, he knew Hyejin did have some kind of hold over Taehyung - even some kind of hold over him too. He couldn't figure that bit out.

She moved closer to Jimin, close enough to feel the anxiety running through his veins. She'd been waiting all day, eager to know what Jimin tasted like. Would he be sweet? Tangy? A bit of both? "Don't be scared, okay?" Hyejin requested of Jimin with a sweet, innocent tone.

"Okay..." Jimin murmured under his breath.

She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening them again, piercing into Jimin's soul. Veins around her eyes began brewing from the confines of her cheeks, her eyes turning from a honey brown to a saffron yellow, hazel hue, dilating as it changed.

"What's...what's wrong with your eyes? Your face?" Jimin asked with widened eyes. Every fiber of his being telling him to run before it's too late.

"Jiminie...please, I can't do this without you," Taehyung pleaded with his friend, peering over Hyejin's shoulder. The only way Hyejin would turn Taehyung was if Jimin was also game for this. She was greedy - she wanted both of them. She'd been watching the two of them for a long time and she already had Taehyung hooked, now it was Jimin's turn.

Hyejin softly pulled Jimin's hands into hers, making him cup her cheek. She took his index finger, having it trace her soft, plush lips, then subtly revealing two sharp canines. Jimin wanted to pull away but there was a force hindering him from doing so. "There's nothing to be scared of Jiminie...let me show you on my Taehyungie."

She stepped back into Taehyung's frame, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pressing kisses into her neck. Jimin was dismayed at the affection his best friend was showing towards Hyejin. She was a monster and how long had Taehyung been under her spell, and was it of his own volition? He didn't know what to make of this, he couldn't wrap his mind around it but he had no way out right now.

"Come here my love," she said to Taehyung, pulling his wrist towards her mouth. She panted softly, smiling at Jimin before there was a deafening crunch coming from where she bit into his wrist. Hyejin withdrew herself, letting the blood run down the side of her mouth, and then she smiled again, wiping it away before it dribbled down her neck. "Mm...tasty," she grinned at Jimin. "That wasn't so bad, was it baby?" She asked Taehyung and he shook his head no. Jimin wondered how long this little arrangement had been going on.

Taehyung couldn't be more intrigued by Hyejin - her charm, her allure - she was the devil incarnate, or so Jimin believed. As he looked into Taehyung's eyes, he knew that his best friend was gone, there was no way back from this. Taehyung was already convinced of this lifestyle - a vampire lifestyle.

"I'll do it," Jimin blurted out, surprising himself, surprising Hyejin as well.

"Good," she said cunningly, gazing lovingly at Taehyung. She brought her wrist to her mouth, taking a bite of it before passing off her bitten wrist, having Taehyung latch onto it, him suckling away at the blood in front of him like it was his last meal.

Maybe it was the fact that Jimin couldn't bear to be away from his best friend. He and Taehyung had gone through everything together, and if his best friend wanted this so badly...Jimin was willing to do it - become a vampire, become immortal.

Hyejin gently caressed his curls before kissing him. "See you soon, my love," she stated, wrapping her hands around his neck, quickly snapping it, causing a loud break in his bones, leaving his body lifeless on the ground.

Jimin leaped forward, crying out for his best friend. "What the hell are you doing? You killed him!"

She didn't say anything, she shrugged like she hadn't just killed Taehyung. Hyejin leaned down to whisper into Jimin's ear, "Don't worry, he'll be back and you'll be next."

Jimin didn't understand how any of this worked. He couldn't leave his best friend with a monster like Hyejin. He sat down on the floor, pulling Taehyung into his lap, holding him, and crying, unsure of what to do next.

An hour later, Jimin was in the same spot and hadn't moved an inch. He quietly chatted with Taehyung's lifeless body, tucking his hair back behind his ear, caressing his face, and telling him how stupid he was. Hyejin went back into the living room, and made herself a drink, sitting comfortably on the floral-patterned armchair. Jimin scoffed as he looked at her, not giving a damn that she killed his best friend.

A few moments later, Jimin swore he saw Taehyung's finger twitch before him, and then Taehyung's lifeless body suddenly gasped for air, lifting him into a sitting position, making him clutch his chest, panting loudly. He looked around asking what happened to him, and that's when Hyejin made her way back to the pair still on the ground.

"Hi, my love...you're back. How are you feeling?"

"Hungry," Taehyung responded. "Extremely hungry..."

Hyejin giggled and clapped her hands. "That's why we have Jiminie." She eyed him from head to toe, aroused at the fact that she was finally going to have a taste of him.

"Hyejin-ah! You told me we'd get some random person off the street. I...I'm not going to feed on Jimin," Taehyung explained, now staring at Jimin whose eyes widened at the predicament Taehyung was now in.

"We play by my rules or you both die." Hyejin cocked her head at Taehyung. "It would be so much more fun with both of you by my side."

Taehyung turned to Jimin. "I was wrong. I don't want this, I shouldn't have agreed to this," he confessed. Jimin looked into Taehyung's eyes and could tell that he was genuine. "It hurts Jimin--everything hurts. My head, my mouth..." Taehyung grimaced, tugging his hair in despair. "Why is everything so fucking loud?!" He shouted in anguish at the start of his transition into a vampire.

"Taehyung-ah...it'll be okay. You'll be okay," Jimin tried his best to reassure his best friend. He knew it was a bad idea, but there was no way out of this now. It was too late.

"Well, Jimin..." Hyejin crouched down next to him. "You have two choices: you can let your friend live or die."

When Taehyung asked Jimin to come out for a drink tonight, he didn't expect his life to turn upside down. Even though life in Seoul wasn't everything he wanted at the moment, Jimin pictured a life of happiness, and joy - maybe even a wife and kids, and this decision would determine if he would have that. Should he let his best friend die and be alone or live an immortal life together with him?

"If Taehyung doesn't feed, he will die. Do you understand?"

Jimin sighed deeply, staring down at his best friend who was still in a miserable state of the in-between. "I know! Just--let me think!"

Taehyung cried out in agony again, curling into Jimin's arms. "Jimin-ah! Please--help me."

"Fucking hell Taehyung--I hate you so much right now!" Jimin sobbed at his best friend, who was still curled up in his arms. Jimin turned to Hyejin, "What do I need to do? What does he need to live?"

"He needs your blood, my love," Hyejin replied with a smirk.

Now he understood why Hyejin didn't turn him at the same time as Taehyung - she needed him for his blood. Jimin closed his eyes, arguing with his inner self, before fluttering them open, glaring at Hyejin. "I won't let my best friend die, so I'll let him feed on me, but promise me that I won't become one of you." He said the last part with such resentment. He couldn't let Taehyung die but he couldn't bear to live a life of violence and bloodshed. It wasn't him, wasn't in his nature.

"Promise," Hyejin playfully repeated back to him.

Taehyung was still in agony as Jimin gently laid him down on the ground, still in a fetal position. Jimin stood up in front of Hyejin. "Do what you have to do."

"Gladly," she beamed before changing back into the monster that she was, and immediately ripping and ravaging the side of Jimin's neck, giving him no warning whatsoever. Maybe it was better this way because if Jimin excessively overanalyzed what he agreed to, he might have let his friend die. He stood there helpless, letting Hyejin do what she needed to do - draining the life out of him so Taehyung could live.

After what seemed like hours but were only mere minutes, Hyejin eventually pulled away, wiping the blood dripping down from her mouth. She looked down at Taehyung who was still on the ground, "It's your turn, my love. Come, have a taste of sweet sweet Jiminie."

Taehyung groaned, mustering up any energy he had to stand on his own two feet. He was like a calf who was just born, legs wobbling and trembling, trying to find his footing. Jimin attempted to hold onto his friend, but he did not have any energy left to give, causing the two of them to tumble back onto the floor. Taehyung laid on top of his friend, pushing himself off to look at Jimin one more time before softly apologizing for what he was about to do.

Jimin found himself quietly sobbing as Taehyung penetrated the same spot that Hyejin did, piercing his sharp fangs into the side of Jimin's neck before sucking away at the only thing that was on Taehyung's mind - blood. Taehyung continued to drain the life away from his best friend, unbeknownst to him that he was killing Jimin.

Dizziness began to overtake Jimin due to the amount of blood loss he incurred within the last few minutes. Jimin held his head up to look at Taehyung one more time, he muttered Taehyung's name before closing his eyes. Jimin leaned his head back, and that's when everything went dark for him.

A half-hour later, Jimin finally came to and could hear cries and screams resounding around him. Is this what hell was - constant immense torture?

"Hyejin-ah! He's up! He's up!" Taehyung shrieked excitedly as he ran over to Jimin's side. "Hey--you're okay! You're alive! We're alive!" He helped Jimin into a sitting position, hugging his best friend.

"Am I in hell?" Jimin asked out of breath.

"Depends on how you look at it," Hyejin said, cocking her eyebrow. "You didn't think I'd actually let you die?" Hyejin asked. "I made a promise to my Taehyungie and I intend to keep my promise." Little did Jimin know, she slipped some of her blood into his drink while he wasn't looking at the bar.

"And what about your promise to me?" Jimin yelled at Hyejin, who was now standing up, holding onto Taehyung.

"Oh--you didn't see it? I crossed my fingers behind my back," she said with a grin, scrunching her face in delight thinking Jimin was so cute and innocent. "So, technically I didn't promise you anything."

Jimin clenched his jaw, enraged that Hyejin lied to him. "How do vampires die? Hmm? A stake? Fire?" He was willing to do whatever it took to not live an immortal life. This isn't what he wanted.

"You wanna die? But I got you a present, that'd be rude of you to die before I gave you your present," she said, gesturing to the young woman who was quietly crying on the sofa.

He shook his head no. "I'm not doing this. I'm not becoming like you - a monster."

Hyejin laughed. "Ugh--you're so defiant! But I love it! Make this all the more fun." She turned to Taehyung, "My love...be a good boy and bring our little friend over to Jimin, please."

Jimin watched Taehyung grab the young woman by the arm, shaking his head at his friend, at what he's turned into in such a short period. He couldn't understand why someone would want to live a life like this. "No--Taehyung, don't make me do this."

"Jimin-ah--we do everything together. I can't live life if you're not here with me." Taehyung didn't sound like himself, maybe becoming a vampire unleashed something else, something darker and deeper within himself.

"Then you should have thought about that before you turned!" Jimin couldn't believe the trouble Taehyung had caused. He hated Taehyung for doing this, leaving him with impossible choices to make.

Live or die.

The young woman avoided eye contact with Jimin and Taehyung. It looked like Taehyung and Hyejin already had a taste of her, getting her ready for Jimin. She began whimpering, pleading for them to let her go. Taehyung stood behind the young woman, presenting her to Jimin. He whispered something indistinct, causing her to quiet down.

"Doesn't she look so sweet? So innocent? She was...delicious," Taehyung explained as he closed his eyes, remembering her taste.

Jimin didn't want a taste, but he was suddenly overpowered by an insatiable hunger as the young woman came closer to him. His mouth began to salivate at the thought of tearing into her flesh. No, no no, he thought to himself. The bite mark on the side of her neck from Hyejin and Taehyung began to taunt him - it was urging him to have a small taste.

"What's your name?" Jimin asked, eyes still lost in a trance.

The young woman quietly muttered, "Nari..."

"Nari..." Jimin softly repeated. "Such a pretty name." He lifted his finger, gently caressing her cheek. "I'm so sorry Nari."

2022.

A loud gasp entered the air as Jimin sat up from his bed, drenched in sweat, he sighed at the stupid dream that continued to haunt his dreams - it's been years but the same dream lingered. He looked around his room, wondering when this torture would end for him. Maybe he needed to make amends for the trouble he's caused, only then would it finally go away.

Once you decided that you were going to continue this new 'job' - blood for money. Ji-na understood your uneasiness with being by yourself, so she invited you to hang out with Jimin and Taehyung at the house. Again, she was barely home since she decided to take up a semi-permanent residence, being holed up in Taehyung's room. At this point, you wondered if you should find a smaller apartment that's closer to your new workplace. You figured it would be a pain to drive an hour plus, if you decided to take up more appointments.

When you arrived, she greeted you quickly with a hug before running back down the hallway into Taehyung's room, slamming it shut. You rolled your eyes when all you heard were squeals and giggles. Which then made you wonder how different it would be to have sex with a vampire, you supposed you didn't want to find out for yourself. She quickly peeked her head back out, "The last room on the right is yours!" She cried before Taehyung pulled her back in, making her squeal again.

You smiled and shook your head at her wild antics with Taehyung. Although Ji-na invited you to hang out, you found yourself quite content being by yourself in this big house. Maybe it was the fact that you were surrounded by vampires, and in some weird way that made you feel safe. It was quite the contrast, given the nature of vampires and how inhumane they can be.

Walking down the somewhat familiar hallway, you made your way to the room prepared for you. As always, the door to JK's room was closed, making you wonder what he did all day. If he was the type to stay in or go out? Did he like to read? Watch tv? It tickled your mind thinking about vampires watching TV, and doing mundane human things. Did he find Twilight deplorable or a guilty pleasure? You didn't know why you found it so amusing but your laughter found its way into Jimin's ears.

"What's so funny?" he quietly asked, standing in your doorframe.

"Oh...nothing. I just had a funny thought," you explained.

"I'd love to hear it if you don't mind sharing." A sweet smile spread across his face. Jimin was easy to talk to, he wasn't intimidating and didn't give off a vibe that he was better than anyone. He was just him.

You turned around to face him, sitting on the bed, "I just...wonder what vampires do all day, you know? I suppose it's different for you, Taehyung, and JK because you guys can walk during the day but for the other vampires who can't do that...it's just funny to think that they have hobbies," confessing the humorous thoughts your mind has.

"Well, we have to keep ourselves occupied with something right? JK, Taehyung, and I got lucky though."

"How so?"

Jimin lifted his left hand, waving his fingers, showing off a large silver signet ring sitting on his ring finger. "This is how we walk in daylight." It made sense now that you thought about it. You remembered Taehyung and JK also sporting a similar ring on their hands as well.

"And how does one acquire such a powerful piece of jewelry such as that?" Maybe there was more to this supernatural world than you thought. Have you been oblivious to the people around you? Were there other vampires walking in the daylight as you stroll down the street?

"I can't give away all my secrets, now can I?" Jimin says with a smirk, arms crossed, still in the doorframe. You expected as much, that he wouldn't tell you the whole story. Vampires had to keep their secrets a secret otherwise all vampires would be walking during the day. "Anyway, glad to have you here. You're always welcome to stay when you want to." He turned around to leave but turned back. "It's also nice to have someone else around. Don't get me wrong, I love Ji-na but all they do is fuck around, so...yeah..."

You laughed. "Thanks Jimin. I appreciate it."

Throughout the day, you kept yourself occupied, roaming around the giant library in the house, wondering who the big book nerd was - your guess was Jimin, then you found yourself wandering outside in the backyard, bewildered by the view that this place had. Honestly one of the most spectacular views you've seen in a long time. JK's place was surrounded by lush green trees, enough to keep this place hidden from unwarranted eyes. You could get used to waking up to this every day, then growls in your stomach informed you that it was time to find something to eat or you'd turn into a monster yourself.

Upon your arrival into the kitchen, you were glad to find Jimin already there boiling something on the stove. He flashed a smile. "Hungry?"

"Starving," you replied sheepishly, grabbing a seat at the counter. It had somehow become 'your spot' since you've made yourself comfortable in the vampire household.

You watched Jimin finely chopping parsley and setting it aside, then he moved on to seasoning the chicken breast before buttering up the hot pan. "Did you always want to be a vampire?" you asked Jimin out of the blue.

Jimin chuckled at your random question and shook his head no, "I, uh, no. I never wanted to be a vampire. Didn't believe in 'em."

"Oh..." Like you, Jimin didn't think they were real either.

"Why do you ask? You wanna be one of us?" Jimin cocked his eyebrow. "I can make that happen."

Your eyes widened, and you waved your hands, furiously shaking your head. "No, no, no. I'm just curious. Please don't kill me."

Jimin laughed. "You seem to have a lot of questions brewing in that pretty little head of yours," Jimin said as he put the chicken on the pan, making it hiss and sizzle. Whatever he seasoned it with, made the aroma in the kitchen smell amazing.

You mumbled an apology, going back to quietly watching Jimin continue to cook. "Can I help?"

"Sure...can you put the fettucine in the pot?"

Pushing the chair from under you, you stood up to do as he asked. It was nice, cooking beside him. It's been a while since you've had some sense of normalcy (even though you cooking in the kitchen with a vampire was far from that) - hanging out, cooking, and chatting.

After you and Jimin enjoyed the delicious dinner he prepared, you both went your separate ways for the rest of the night. Another day was already gone, and you questioned what you'd want to do tomorrow before your appointment. Maybe you'll sleep in, read a book, or take another stroll in the backyard. Whatever it was, you were sure you could keep yourself busy.

Jimin smiled on his way back to his room, thinking about the conversations he had with you tonight. He found you prudent and arbitrary at times, reminding him of himself or how he used to be at least.

He changed into a loose black tee and grey sweats to get himself ready for bed. But before settling down comfortably underneath the covers, he walked over to the bookshelf, filled with some of his favorite stories throughout the years. He had nothing else to collect, so why not collect books? Hidden in between The Great Gatsby and The Alchemist was a brown leather journal, bounded by a strap of the same color, every night he would take it upon himself to remember the promise he made to Nari - that he would keep her lineage safe. He turned to a page in the journal, revealing several photos of you throughout your lifetime - laughing, smiling, and Jimin was determined to keep it that way.

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