#did I lock my best friend outside in the rain?

[joelsflower]

you’re so vain | eddie alden x f!reader

you and eddie are roommates and work at the same newscast… but the news aren’t the only things you’re reporting together.

or

some moments sfw and nsfw between you and your ‘friend’ eddie

warnings: sexual and romantic tension, eddie is a munch, they love each other but won’t admit, funny silly goofy moods, pussy eating in public/work place (the door was locked no one saw it), protected piv… while it’s raining outside… and you make love while still not admiting your feelings… the fwb drill we all know and love

a/n: hmmm did someone ask for… fwb!eddie? ☝🏼cause i did!!!

wc: probably around 2.3k i wrote it here sorrys !

the pictures are from this post and this post by @divinesols (both highly recommended as moodboards for this btw!) and i couldn’t find the creator of the gif :/ if anyone knows pls let me know so i can tag!

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“And… cut!”

“We had a bigger audience tonight. Looks like you’ve finally managed to draw the public’s attention.” You handed Eddie a smirk and a cup of coffee while he took off his earphones.

“I always draw attention, baby” he took it and winked at you, taking a sip but immediately making a face of disgust indicating the sugar that was not there.

You knew exactly how he wanted it, but you loved pissing him off.

“And you always brings me the coffee the way you know I don’t want it,” he said as he paced to the studio’s kitchen, followed by your fast steps behind him.

“Ops! And I don’t always bring you coffee, I jus-“

“You just happened to be passing by the coffee shop. Mhmm. I know,” he mocked your tone and expressions, “and you also just happen to be thinking of me all of the time, hm?” He pinched your nose.

You gave him an annoyed look, “well, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Mr. Alden!” You said jokingly, pronouncing the “Mr. Alden” with very much cursive letters.

“Don’t call me that… At least not here.” You were always impressed by the way Eddie could manipulate the look in his eyes to translate exactly what he was thinking about. And, 99,9% he was only thinking about one thing.

Sex.

“Oh I’m not calling you that anywhere, believe me”

“Hmm, cause you rather scream my name, huh?” He raised his brows at you in a funny way, using his arms to cage your body between his and the kitchen counter while swaying a little, making you laugh in that way he loved; when your eyes squeezed together and your head hanged back with a big grin on your lips.

He just loved seeing you happy, specially if he was the reason. When was he going to admit it to you? Probably never.

“Eddie, Jesus! Not here!” Now both of you were laughing unglued his hands from your sides and pushed him away, giving him light taps on the chest.

“Alden, newsroom wants to see you.” Someone from the staff peaked from the door, causing your bodies to distance from each other at the speed of a Formula 1 car, him pretending to still put sugar on the coffee and you weirdly looking for something in the sink.

“I’ll be there in a minute, thank you,” he nodded his head, “wait for me tonight,” he smirked and taped your bum lightly, making you jump.

“Oh yeah bet on it,” you gave him a teasing tone.

“I’ll be watching you,” Eddie motioned his point and middle fingers from his eyes to yours, already by the door.

“That’s cause I always draw attention!”

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“Oh… fuck-“, you tried your best to whisper half of the depravations that were slipping from your lips and to swallow the other half that were stuck in your throat.

But it was very hard when Eddie had you sitting by the end of his desk, skirt up and legs spread wide upon his shoulders so his head could sit perfectly between them.

“So sweet, princess,” his praises were muffled against your throbbing clit, both of his hands hardly squeezing the sides of your thighs. He spent the whole morning dreaming about the taste of your pussy, and by lunch he couldn’t wait anymore.

“W-we have five minutes, Ed,” your worried little mind kept you looking every 5 seconds towards the foggy glasses on his door, but this time got interrupted by your eyes screwing shut and your mouth hanging open in a silenced cry when Eddie quit the sucking in your bud to fuck your hole with his tongue.

“I- we-,” every time you tried to say something and your words died in muffled little moans and cries he sucked and fucked harder. Eating you out was for sure one of Eddie’s favorite things and making you come when you couldn’t scream or cry freely was like a reward for his tiring day.

Having the opportunity to give you pleasure and piss you off at the same time? He was in.

“C’mon baby, cum on my tongue, hm? Wanna taste my girl,” he used two of his fingers to spread your wetness all over your center before nuzzling his head back again, nose stimulating your clit while his tongue entered you hungrily, in and out, in and out, the vibrations of his moans exploding fireworks in your veins.

The man was devouring you.

You came in a quiet moan, fingers gripping Eddie’s roots while his nails dig in your upper thighs and his face drowned in your cunt. He sucked and lapped you clean, until you were too sensitive to bear anything else, “fuck, thank you, baby. Here,” he gave you a paper tower from the adjoining bathroom he had in his office and helped you put your panties and skirt back. If you didn’t already knew all too well the smirk he had on his face you’d think by that he was something that he actually wasn’t.

A gentleman.

But deep, down, he was. For you, at least.

“Can you stand?”

“You have done better performances”

“Oh of course. ‘oh, fuck! Eddie! so good! we have 5 minutes!’” he joked while pulling you in for a see you later hug and a kiss on the cheek before you could run away from him, “thanks, bub. Best lunch ever”

“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, pushing his chest and stepping towards the door.

“If I was I wouldn’t have your pussy all over my face now, would I?”

“Disgusting,” you mouthed and closed the door, not giving him time to fry your braincells that had just started working again.

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“Shhh. Almost there, baby. You can take it, just a little more”

“So good,” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips while the raindrops slipped down your window.

Your plan definitely wasn’t to end up under Eddie tonight, but the thunderstorms got louder than you thought they would. And as it always happens between the two of you, one thing led to the other, and…

“Fuck- found your spot, pretty girl? So good t’me,” Eddie was fucking you tonight. You didn’t know if it was because of the rain painting your frames with the moonlight, the fact that it’s been a little while since you’ve slept together or if he found it cute every time you shivered and gripped his biceps cause a thunder was a bit too loud.

His cock was nestled deep inside your walls, messaging your favorite spots with each thrust. He was going slow, fierce, calculated, and he had all the patience in the world.

You could feel him everywhere.

From his fingers in your scalp to his hot tongue slow dancing with yours to every vein rubbing your walls deliciously. Sometimes his dick split out because of how wet you were together and he didn’t even bother, he kept fucking your clit with his tip, up and down, up and down, making you see stars until he felt you couldn’t take it anymore and tucked himself back in. His words? Praises and praises and praises hanging from his lips like sugar. You’ve never felt so full and so… Adored.

“Yeah, c’mon princess, can feel your little pussy squeezin’ me. Think you can come now, baby?” Eddie slowed even more his pace to watch your face contort in pleasure while tears fell down your eyes, every pulse of your warm cunt around his cock sending him closer and closer to the edge. You came within seconds, nodding your head “yes” while your little pants and moans being muffled by his own, your mouths tangled while he came with you, filling the condom you help him put earlier on.

Both of you had - intentionally - little to no sex like that; but it happened. And when it happened, it was usually because you either lost yourselves or one needed so much. You tried not to be too much in your head about it, but it was difficult when Eddie kissed your forehead and played with your head, still inside you.

He didn’t want to go, either.

“You don’t look so afraid of the noises now,” he tried to break the silence between you, knowing very well it wasn’t the awkward or comfortable types, but the emotional kind.

“The rain stopped,” you let out, with tears still leaking from your eyes.

“And are you sad about it?” he dried them from your cheek.

You smiled, “fuck you.”

“You just did,” he stared at you for a bit, caressing your cheeks as your eyes stopped watering and the last raindrops flowed down the window.

“Stay? It might rain again…”

You lifted your pinky between your bodies, “just this time,” and he embraced your smaller finger with his, “just this time.”

But both of you knew it wasn’t just this time.

It would rain again.

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When your keys turned on the locket the last thing you expected was to meet Eddie eating ice cream directly from the pot at home 20:17pm on a friday.

Sitting on the counter.

Shirtless.

“…What are you doing here?”

“Uh.. I live here? I should be the one asking you that,” he motioned the spoon in your direction.

“Eddie, it’s 20pm on a friday,”

“Actually, it’s 20:17pm on a friday”

Yeah you weren’t doing this tonight.

“Fine, whatever.”

“Hey, what’s that?” His tone was softer, he always knew when you had a bad day.

And good ones too. And any kind of day you have had and exactly how he should react to it.

“Just… Pierce screamed at me again,” his eyes followed you as you took the wine glass out of the fridge.

“So… She did her job cause you weren’t doing yours…”

“Try again,” you poured a glass.

“She’s just a bitch who can’t let you do your work without complaining about whatever shit she caused”

“Bingo!” You swallowed the whole wine in one go, watching through the glass as Eddie’s hand reached for it and took it from you, “no no no, this will not help you.”

“And what will? Being dumped by a freshman college girl and Ice cream?”

He gave you a disappointed look but reached for your hands anyway, “come here,” he pulled you to his body, arms embracing you while you positioned yourself in between his legs, head resting on his chest and arms around his waist.

“You know what you really need?” His words were muffled on the top of your head.

“Hm?”

“To shut the fuck up”

“You shut the fuck up” now your words were muffled on his chest.

“I know you don’t mean it. You love me.”

“Sure”

And actually you sure as hell did. And he loved you too. When were you going to admit it to each other?

Probably never.

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[cheshirebitch]

Alastor x Reader

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 (oneshot)

I brushed the flour off my hands and onto my apron when the bell rang. Dark brown eyes met mine as I gazed at who my newest customer could be. I was merely in my 20s and had my own business going on here. I recognized the male quickly as one of my best friends from town.

“Alastor! What brings you in here today?” My smile matched his. I swear he is always smiling unless it was just us in private sometimes. I walked around the counter and ditched my apron there. He had his hands behind his back as I approached him.

“Hello, dear! Just stopping by for a quick meal before my show!” The clock above the door read to be 5:30PM. Wow, time really flies by nowadays. My smile broadened as I clasped my hands together.

“Always a pleasure to have you stop by! I have your favorite already almost done! I was planning on bringing it over when I closed up.” He smiled wider and gracefully ditched his coat on the rack, turning my open sign off, and locking the door for me. My footsteps quietly echoed down the basement steps as I entered the room dedicated to Alastor. Carefully putting on my rain boots, bloody apron, and my rubber gloves. My hair was already pulled out of my face messily. 

Alastor’s jazzy music started playing upstairs as he started helping finish my closing duties, our weekly ritual turning almost daily nowadays. As I finished making his meal, I thought of how close Alastor and I have become after I found out his secret. It was truly so romantic how it happened even though he was worried I wouldn’t understand his… hobby and diet. 

I was locking up my just opened bakery, excited that it was very successful so far. There was a strange man across the street watching me. I brushed it off slightly, just noting to hussle home faster. Alastor’s radio station was down the street from me along with Mimzy’s place a couple more blocks further. Maybe he wouldn’t mind if I hurried in to wait for this creepy man to leave. But, along the walk, I heard his footsteps get heavier and closer. I grabbed my heel and whipped around, talking loud since I was outside of the radio station now. 

“Leave me be or face my wrath!” I held the heel, ready to bash his face in if need be. The man started laughing, towering over me. My heart was pounding and my hands shaking. I loved the thrill but not like this. 

“A pretty gal like you shouldn’t walk home alone then, yeah?” He wasn’t leaving room for an option here. My back pressed against the wall. I knew I would lose ultimately, even if I played dirty. 

“Good thing she wasn’t.” Before I could peer around the creep, I saw blood dripping from his mouth as he fell over. I watched his body collapse onto the ground with a heavy thud, then the stab wound on his back became clear. My eyes flashed to who my savor, or maybe new threat, stood before me. 

“Are you alright, dear?” My eyes looked into familiar brown eyes. Alastor, who I knew but wasn’t awfully close to, stood in front of me. He was carefully cleaning his knife but watching me. I wasn’t scared of him at all, if anything, his presence made me relax. I breathed out, not realizing I was holding it this whole time.

“Oh, Alastor. Thank you!” My eyes looked back down and back up at him, then it clicked. He was the unknown killer that started as of late. 

“What a disgusting fellow. I am truly sorry for this mess, (Y/n). You were never supposed to become involved at all. Please do forgive me, dear.” 

“What ever for? He had it coming, yes? How bout I help you out.” I smiled up at Alastor, pointing towards my shop. He seemed confused and uncertain before leaning against the wall, pinning me between him and the cold brick against my back. He leaned down as his arm rested above my head and the other beside my head. He had a crazed look in his eyes, alongside a crazed smile. Oh good heavens did it cause my heart to beat fast, I could feel my eyes glazing over how attractive this was. My hand absentmindedly wiped the blood off his cheek as he spoke.

“I take a smart lady, such as yourself, has put it together by now. I can’t have a witness or it’ll ruin this whole thing I have going on here.” He stopped, registering my hand wiping the blood from his face, his eyes moved to watch my hand, unmoving. Those dark brown eyes slowly drifted back over to look at my face before slyly whispering.

“You’re just as disturbed as me, aren’t you my dear?” 

I shut the door to the basement, locking it. All the dishes were done in the kitchen, everything put away. Along with the dishes, the floors were swept and the counters tidy. What a lovely man to have around. I was truly a lucky gal for having such a gentleman make sure I always got home safe and help me out here. I cannot lie, I was falling deeper and deeper with his charm. I pushed the door open to the dining area, placing Alastor’s special jambalaya in front of him. A set of dark eyes following my every move with such a beautiful smile on his face. Our eyes meet and stare as I take my seat across from him. Crossing my legs, I took a bite of some of the jambalaya as he took a bite of his own. It was a peaceful meal we would share. Though, it didn’t slip my mind how he has started stopping in more often lately. Not that I minded at all, but I was worried I would fall deeper with his charm. 

“Alastor?” He swallowed his bite, looking up at me. 

“Before you begin, I just wanted to thank you for this delicious meal my dear!” I smiled bashfully, loving his compliments. It took time to learn what went best with human meat and what Alastor likes best. 

“Why, thank you!” He placed his elbows on the table and leaned towards me, interest dancing in his eyes. 

“Your question, sweetheart?” 

“Oh, yes! What has brought you around more often? Not that I mind your company, quite the opposite really.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My fingers covering my lips as I process what exactly I just said. Alastor’s smile widened before his hands moved to hold my own.

“Oh, doll. I just enjoy your company so much, I can’t help but catch myself wandering into your fine establishment!” He kissed the back of my hand, maintaining eye contact with me. My smile widened with the red across my face. He really was quite charming. 

“Oh, Alastor. You are always quite the charmer.” We held each other’s hands gently, staring into each other’s eyes. I felt myself leaning over the table, one of his hands moving to hold my face softly. He was leaning in too, closing his eyes as he was mere inches away from my face. My hands held onto his hand as I pulled the rest of the way in, connecting our lips gracefully. The kiss was more blissful than anything I have ever imagined, but was sadly cut short when there was banging on the shop’s doors. We both jumped away from our kiss, looking at the door. Through the window curtains, I caught a glimpse of policemen. 

“You have to leave, my love.” Pushing him towards the secret exit in the back. He looked at me with a strained smile. The banging got more aggressive as the policemen began their threats to enter. Alastor whispered, “Come with me, please.” 

“I wish I could, my love. We both know they will catch us if we can’t have a distraction.” I held his hands before placing a quick kiss, pushing him gently. 

“Go, now.” The policemen started breaking the door down as Alastor quickly scampered out back. He turned around only to see the policemen aim their weapons at myself. I was pushing the policemen back and fighting them, trying to stab them. I was only successful in my murder attempts on the lead detective before Alastor watched myself be shot . He waited for the other two officers to be distracted before he took my butcher knife and sliced both their throats efficiently. For good measures I saw him hack at their throats till their heads were chopped off. 

There was pain in my stomach from where I was shot, I was holding over the gunshot wound. Blood trickled out and pooled below my body, but I was able to watch Alastor chop them ruthlessly. He had lost his smile momentarily and had tears running from his eyes as he rushed to my side, covered in blood. He gently held my face, wiping my own tears off my face desperately. I coughed blood before quickly ordering what he needs to save himself.

“You need to burn this whole place down, Al. Leave our bodies in it and run away.” His eyes flickered between my own before he brushed the hair out of my face. I knew he wasn’t going to leave my side. My bloody and shaky hands held his cheek before I whispered, “I love you, Alastor. But, you need to do as I say if you wish to stay a free man. Please.” 

“I will find you, my dear. In every lifetime, I will find you. I love you, (Y/n).” As he said those words, the world around me started to melt around me. I felt my soul fall from my body and plummet downwards, falling. It looked like I was falling through the Earth’s ground, colliding with another ground that was surrounded by dark colors. I was in what I assumed to be Hell.

(As always, charcters belong to the respective owners and the story belongs to me! I hope you enjoy this tiny dabble I got inspired by Insane by Black Gryph0n , Baasik. Hope you enjoy it :)!)

[chasedbyatlantic]

flawless, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — joel miller comes to you hurt and in pain, after realizing that you are the only one that he can find peace with - you're there to welcome him with open arms.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, boston qz era!joel, gender neutral!reader, no use of y/n, frenemies to lovers type trope, angsty to fluff, mentions of blood/injuries/death (lightly mentioned), joel being so sappy i love it, swearing, cute ending. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.9k

a/n: i hope u love this as much as i do. i've been meaning to write it for a while, and it's a bit of a diff style from my writing but i love how it turned out! make sure to reblog, like, comment and follow for more! xoxo

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It had to have been three in the morning by now. When Joel said he was going to be at your place by seven, you believed him. He was a man of his word after all - or at least ninety nine percent of the time he was. He had told you this morning that he was heading outside of the walls after his shift at the "graveyard" (the nickname given to where the bodies of infected were burned), and he would be back just after sunset. You had protested to join him on his well-travelled route, but he had forbid you from going with him. Despite not going with him, he had promised to swing by your place once he was back and drop off any goods he may have scavenged while out.

You weren't sure why he wouldn't agree to let you come, it wasn't like he was your father, or brother, or boyfriend - you guys were friends. Sure, the two of you had hooked up every so often, but that gives him no right to make decisions for you, about what you can do or where you can go. It's the zombie apocalypse for Christ sake, you can do what you want when you want.

You had been up for an extra few hours, it was way past the time you would usually be asleep. You were waiting for that knock on the door, you were waiting for the bickers on why you were awake and waiting for his return, you were waiting for Joel. In all honesty, you weren't sure why you were up. Maybe it was the thought in the back of your head that he was dead, or stranded alone somewhere far outside of the walls.

You had to shake those gruesome thoughts out of your head as you were forced up and toward your window, having to close it due to the newly started rain. As soon as the window was shut, the sounds of pitter-patter were echoed through your entire apartment, the only thing it did was put you on edge. He was probably at home, you thought to yourself, thinking it was too late to bother you and that he would see you first thing tomorrow. You could only hope for that.

You had decided it would be best to go and sit down on your sofa, the one in front of the TV that hadn't worked for twenty something years. It wouldn't hurt you if you remained up for the next little bit, just in case. In case there would be a knock on your door, in case he showed up. You took a seat on the well weared in part of the sofa, kicking your shoes off and cuddling up to the blanket covering the arm. It wouldn't hurt you if you stayed up waiting with your eyes shut, would it?

It was a quarter to five when a few sets of knocks went off at your door. You had shot up from the light rest you had fallen into, mentally cursing yourself for not being able to stay up. Was it Joel? You really shouldn't be caring this much about him, or this situation. You were sure it wasn't anything serious, but this is what friends do for each other, right?

You had gotten up as quick as you could, tripping over your shoes and almost face planting on the ground. Without spending any time to worry about it, you moved over to the door. Whoever it was on the other side, Joel or not, mustn’t have heard you make your way over to the door since there was another set of desperate knocks. It felt like an eternity while you undid all four locks, before swinging it open.

Your eyes could only fall into the gaze of the grey ones in front of you. You weren't sure if he was crying, or if the paths under his eyes were extra watery from the torrential downpour happening outside (though, you wouldn't question him about it). Your eyes had scanned over his saddened face, to the puddle of water beneath his shoes. Your hand had automatically found its way to cup his cheek, your thumb running over his skin as gentle as possible, "Fuck, Joel."

You could feel him soften his muscles when you did this, despite his facial expression remaining neutral, "I gotta come in." He had mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. You had immediately dropped your hand from his face, and moved out of the doorframe, allowing Joel to enter. It was only when the dull light from your candle lit lamp engulfed Joel that you could really see what had happened to him.

A black eye, a busted lip, small bruises littered around every masculine feature he had. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. "I got clothes that'll fit you, hold on." You had turned and shuffled your way into your room, digging through the drawers when you had reached them. You had a pair of black sweatpants that were too big on you, but would most likely fit Joel. Before leaving the room, you swiped a shirt that was laying in the pile of clean clothes off to the side.

You emerged not long after, seeing the barely-clothed man remove his last sock off his right foot. You two were past the point of being embarrassed in front of each other, you had learned to adapt due to the many years spent surviving together. As you walked past Joel, toward the kitchen, you shoved the clothes into his arms. You wanted to give him a little privacy, so he could hold onto his pride, if he managed to have any left.

Making your way into the kitchen, you immediately got out a mug from your tiny mug collection, and turned the gas-powered stove top on. Placing the mug beside the stove, you had brought over a little pot and dumped an entire bottle of water into it. It didn't take long for the water to boil, so once it was done, you immediately put it in the mug labeled "World's Best Boss" and started to scavenge. You hadn't opened the box of tea you were looking for, you wanted to save it for a special occasion. Tonight was special enough, right?

You had found it after a moment of searching, taking a packet out of the box and moving back over to the living room. Your eyes fell on the emptiness of the sofa, the man nowhere to be found. He couldn't have left, you didn't hear the door open or close. Just before you were going to call out for him, he walked out of the darkness (his limp more noticeable than before). "Put the clothes'n y'ur bath tub, didn't want the floor all wet for ya' to clean." His voice was hoarse.

You shot him an almost unapologetic look as you placed the mug down, dropping the tea bag inside. "Stop worryin' 'bout that, now sit down and let me help." For once in his life, Joel Miller kept quiet and did what you told him. You had wished it would be under different circumstances, but a win is a win. "Now," You began, "I know you like coffee, but this was all I could find."

It had to taken Joel a moment before he realized that there was a warm drink waiting for him, his nose too stuffed to have taken in the scent. It had been a while since Joel had something warm to drink, a while since someone's cared enough about him to make him something like that. Even though he despised any sort of drink other than coffee (and water, of course), he would not complain about this. Not now, not ever. He reached forward for the mug, carefully bringing it back to his lap. "Best boss, hm?"

You could only giggle as you were now opposite of Joel, instead of being on the couch, you had pushed it away and were digging on the floor. Months ago, you had figured out there were two layers of wood that divided you and the person who occupied the apartment below you. That space served as a cubby, so you figured why not use it for its purpose? "You're gonna be jumpin' with joy, Joel Miller." He looked puzzled, trying his best to ignore the immense pounding that came from everywhere in his body. That's when he caught glimpse of what you were holding, headache medicine.

Sure, headache medicine was some measly little thing that probably didn't work as well as it used to anymore, not many people would bat an eye at it before the apocalypse. But now, it was gold. People were sentenced to the firing squad if any guard in the QZ found out about medicine that wasn't recorded, since it was so scarce. "Why the fuck do you have that?" Was all Joel could say, forgetting about himself for a moment, and worrying about you. That's what friends do, right?

"For emergencies like this." You had gotten up from the floor, kicking the wooden plank back into its home before moving over to Joel. You had opened the cap, taking out four. Four would send you into the doctors office if you took them before they expired, but since they expired twenty years ago, they only worked half (if you were lucky) of what they usually would. You had reached out for Joel's hand and placed the pills in there, "Drink tea with'em to help them go down easier."

He listened to you, silent for a moment. After he had swallowed the mouthful (literally) of pills, he broke silence. "I don't want you runnin' 'round'n gettin' shit like that." He was referring to the pills, "You know what happens if ya' get caught." How could even talk this much with a busted lip, you thought to yourself. You repeated the 'if ya' get caught' part to him as you slipped away once more into the kitchen.

Joel called your name out a few times as you left, leaning farther back into the couch each time. By you talking to him, he was distracted. Distracted from the crushing headache, the horrible tension that rose to his lips every time words were escaping from his mouth, the pain throughout his body. He would tell you what happened, when you came back, but only if you asked.

You returned with a small bowl and a rag, something to clean up his face (and anywhere under the clothes he may want cleaned). You sat down beside Joel, on the sofa, "Lay down." He looked confused, not really understanding what you had meant. Not wanting to waste anymore time with those open wounds leaking every so often, you grabbed his shoulders and forcefully (yet carefully) brought him down so his head was rested in your lap.

You could tell that it hurt Joel when you did that by the small grunts he had managed to let escape his lips. You didn't mean to hurt him, not at all, but you couldn't deal with any bickering if he decided to start now. "So, Mister Miller," You began, dipping the rag into the bowl, "How did you get your shit rocked so badly?"

He wasn't impressed by the way you put it, shooting you a quick glare, "Runners." Was all he said. Runners? How could runners do this to him? A million thoughts ran through your head, but you quickly cut yourself short. "Are you-" Joel knew what you were asking, was he bit? "No." He responded, a bit too quick, before continuing his short, yet descriptive, story, "Was with a few people ya'dunno, came across Runners out in a building, they all turned on me'n tried to get out." He paused for a moment, "Four'o them plus two runners on me, would've killed 'em myself if the runners didn't get 'em first."

You could tell Joel was hesitant to tell you, thinking you would see him as weak. No, far from that actually. You could only think highly of the man laying in your lap, for he's how you were thriving in this apocalypse. You brought the dampened rag to the gash on his cheek, he jumped as it was alcohol, and not water, "Don't beat yourself up too much for it," Joel flinched at the stinging sensation, "Your secret's safe with me."

Joel had crossed his arms, his hands brushing past your thighs. You felt as if they lingered too long, maybe it wasn't a passing matter. He's comfortable with you, you know that. This is what friends do, right? You had assessed the other wounds on his face, almost all disinfected completely. The bowl of alcohol now having a slight red tone to it.

After a moment, Joel broke the comfortable silence the two of you were in, "I shouldn't have came. Wastin' all y'ur supplies'n all." This didn't impress you, so Joel had earned a slight slap on his shoulder. "Just let me take care of you, god dammit. How many times have you done it for me?" He was silent after that, knowing. Countless times, after roudy street fights for ration cards, Joel had cleaned you up. Cleaned the blood from your face and stitched the deep gashes that would appear. You were only returning the favour, because that's what friends do.

"Plus," You added now, "we can just scavenge more stuff the next time we take a vacation from this place." If you taking out medicine for him didn't piss him off, this sure as hell did. Without thinking, he reached forward and grabbed your wrist, the wrist that was cleaning up his purpled lip. "Ya' ain't goin' out there, not now, not ever." You had shooed his hand off from you, brushing the comment off, "Can't protect me forever, boss. What's a little fun anyway?" You shouldn't have had the playful grin on your face, but you couldn't help yourself.

Joel could only give you an unhappy look, knowing that you couldn't be stopped with it, as much as he might've tried. He wasn't in the mood to fight you, he wasn't ever really in the mood to fight you. Joel had sat up without a warning, almost causing whatever was left in the bowl to go flying. This earned a whack from you.

"Uhm, ow." He muttered, maybe you shouldn't have done that, added to his pain and all. "Gotta get goin', though." He didn't want to say that, you could tell. It was the tone that he said it in. You could only meet his gaze for a moment, "Stay the night." When someone was hurting like this, how could you say no. How could you turn your best friend away, and let him go home, when he wasn't okay?

You weren't expecting Joel to agree to stay, or at least not cave in without any convincing. It was strange, really, he was acting different. It had to have been the drugs that you had given him, you thought to yourself, maybe it had something that made you nicer to the people you're close with.

You had helped the man up, and left the dirty rag on the table. That was tomorrow (well, when you woke up)'s problem. You took his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, helping him walk better. You would mother him about his limp and legs when he was recovered. Joel was holding onto you as he moved in sync with you to your room.

Once you got there, you had let go of him. He looked at you for a moment, before turning away. "Can ya', uh, help with my shirt?" He asked. You could only nod your head, maybe a bit too quick for your liking. "Yeah, o'course." Then, following what you just agreed to do, you grabbed the hems of the shirt Joel was wearing and helped to slide it off of him. This is what friends do, right?

You tried your best not to stare, you really did, but the marks on his chest pulled you in. After taking a moment longer to let your eyes linger, you pulled away and helped him under the comforter. "I'll take care'o those tomorrow." You had turned to make your way the door, to sleep on the couch, to give Joel as much space as he could. He grabbed your wrist, though, before you were able to get too far from him. "Can you, er, stay?"

Joel wasn't looking at you when he asked that, he was looking anywhere but. You wanted to stay, really did you, but you felt like you couldn't. "Listen, Joel, I want to, bu-" You were cut off by him interrupting you, "Please." Please. Joel Miller doesn't say please. This took you almost by shock, but you tried not to show it. You only nodded your head, and moved over to the other side of the bed.

You could feel Joel watching your every move, but you didn't care at this moment. You removed your pants, but kept your shirt undergarments on. You would call today a day of victories, not for Joel, but for you. He had listened to you so much, and didn't fight it. You wish it was under different circumstances, but a win is a win. You knew he wasn't up to his usual par, but it still counted.

It happened with a blink of an eye. First you were hesitant to get into the bed with him, not wanting any mixed signals to be sent at the current moment, next you were laying right beside him, and his current good arm wrapped around your waist. If Joel was happy, you were happy. The sounds of rain made it better, made it more peaceful for Joel. He could relax, and take his mind off of the pain he was feeling. This is what friends do for each other.

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[st6rrrs]

Could you please maybe do a Theodore Nott fic where he’s ghost face?

DONT MAKE A NOISE || GHOST FACE THEODORE X FEM READER

summary: there has been murders around Hogwarts recently, People say they have seen a person in a ghost mask, you would have never expected the person behind it al.

warnings: smut 18+, unprotected sex, dubcon?, blood, murder, violence, hair yanking, cursing, oral sex(m receiving), etc..

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this, im sorry if this is bad. short! rushed

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ' -

"Theo what if this ghostface person comes after you or me?" you sigh "im scared."

people have reported seeing a person in all black wearing a ghost mask. This person has already killed 4 people and you were scared that you and your best friend theo would be next.

"Dont worry i wont let anyone hurt you, ever."

you asked theo if he could sleep in your dorm room tonight because your roommate was with her boyfriend and you didn't want to sleep alone. You and theo were cuddling on your bed but you fell asleep..

you awaken due to the loud thunder storms and rain outside you look over to check on theo but hes gone?

"theo?" you immediately get up to see if he's still here but it was to dark. You get up to turn on the lights but they wouldn't turn on, maybe the power was out due to the storm.

you go to grab your phone on the nightstand and check the time 2:58am.

you were about to text theo but you see his phone on the nightstand also so decide your gonna go look for him because this isn't like him.

you go to the flash on your phone and turn it on

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ' -

"theo! are you out here?"

you been out here for a while looking for him, you were just about to turn back around and go back to your dorm but thats when u heard something, you get goosebumps.

you turn the corner and you immediately go pale. You see a dead boy on the floor with blood all over him and stab wounds, above him was that ghostface mask staring at you. the boy on the ground didn't look like theo thank god

you drop your phone and run as fast as you can to your dorm. right when your at your door you get pushed inside and hit your head on the wall. you groan out in pain and you feel something dripping down your head you go to touch it and its red.

you hear the door lock and suddenly you feel the ghostface grab you by your hair forcing you too your knees.

"please dont hurt me" you sobbed

he didn't respond all he did was unbuckle his pants that had blood all over them and pulled them down. You could see his hard on thru his boxers, you sobbed even more knowing what was bound to happen.

he released himself from his boxers his cock hitting your cheek. he then put a knife to your throat pushing it into your skin making you whine.

he opened your mouth with his fingers and forced his cock into your mouth moving your head back and forth stretching your mouth out.

you repeatedly gag on his cock, tears running down your cheeks. You drooled in the corner of your lips. His fingers raked through your hair Pulling at it as he thrusted into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. you feel him twitch in your mouth knowing he's close.

he releases in your mouth with a loud groan. He takes his cock out your mouth and covers your mouth with your hand and squeezes your nose shut so he can make sure you swallow.

you ended up swallowing because you couldn't breath. he grabbed your wrist and pushed you onto the bed and he gets on top of you the mask staring you in the face.

you feel weak from the amount of blood you lost when u hit that wall

your barely awake when u feel him take your shorts off and then pull your panties down your legs. He then rubs his cock through your folds and pushes himself into you and all you could do was lay there and take it.

"no stop" you moaned out trying to push him off but he just grabs your wrist together and pins them above your head slowly thrusting into you, he groans while speeding up.

hes thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace now, Your eyes were shut tight

"dont close your eyes on me now" he whispers in your ear while pounding into you, you realize that's the first thing he said to you all night.

"your taking my cock so well" he groans in your ear "so fucking tight"

He sounds familiar?

you feel that pit in your stomach that you shouldn't be having but your body betrays you.

your body tensing and toes curling as you come undone around him

he pulls himself back once more slamming himself inside of you while his dick twitches inside of you. you feel his cum shooting inside of you.

before he had a chance to stop you, you grab a hold of his mask and you pull it off...

this was rushed.

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[echobx]

Confessions - bsf!JJ × fem!reader

word count: 864

warnings: none

author's note: I made the choice to not specify on the reader any more than that because it would take away from the plot twist of this blurb. I hope you understand.

   “Do you hear that?” you hush the words, not wanting your voice to overpower the dull sound of the rain outside your window. 

   “The rain?” JJ asks and you hum.

   “Yes. It's beautiful. Calming.”

   He stays quiet, listening to the million drops of water hitting the leaves of the trees, and the ground and most of all the roof above your heads. 

   “Oh, did you see?” you gasp quietly and he chuckles. 

   “The lightning?” 

   “Yes. Thunder soon,” you nod, more to yourself than to him, as you lie together in the dark room. And just a few moments after you said it, the sound of growing thunder makes you squeal. 

   “Are you scared?” JJ asks, and you shake your head, but it's not really the truth either. 

   “Just… jumpy, I guess,” you tell him, and he turns his body around to be able to look at you. 

   “You know you're cute, right?” JJ had promised himself to not hit on you, to not be one of those assholes who promise friendship to a girl but then want more anyway. 

   “Why are you telling me that?” 

   “Do you remember what your grandma always said?” JJ tries to avoid the obvious answer. 

   “She said a lot of crazy shit. I think she was senile,” you mumble, unsure what he was referring to. 

   “Yeah, probably.” He turns to lie on his back again, sighing deeply and releasing some of the tension that had started to build in his chest. You turn your head to observe him, his eyes fixed on the ceiling fan that you had turned off, because it just made the heat worse. He is rarely quiet like that, almost somber with how his lips tremble, but not a single sound slips out in between them. 

   “Are you okay?” Your question is embedded into the rain, like lightning filling the dark sky for just a heartbeat. 

   His reply follows like thunder, low and late. “Uhm, yeah,” he nods, forcing a smile and turning to look at you. “You?”

   “Yeah,” you nod twice and he mirrors it.

   “Good.” 

   “What about my grannie?” You poke his brain, and he smiles faintly into himself. 

   “She said we looked like we were made for each other, is all,” JJ’s gaze drops, focusing on a small hole in the linen underneath you. 

   “Why would you think of that?” your brows are furrowed and JJ weighs his options, tell the truth or take the fast lane exit back to pure friendship. He did manage to keep his feelings down for years. He managed to have semi-successful relationships with a few girls over the years. He watched you never truly date for too long, always finding the most miniscule reason to not be with a guy. And the delusional part of his brain wants to believe that it's like that, because you have always been holding out for him. 

   “You never thought about it? I heard that those relationships always work out best, because you already know each other and you can-” 

   “I think I'm gay,” you blurt out, your eyes wide in fear of what he might say, but JJ is simply staring at you. His whole world feels like it's crumbling to pieces and the worst part is that he feels even more guilty about it all. He should've known, right? He, as your best friend, should've seen it, connected the dots, and yet…

   “You-” He tries to bring out words, any words, but it's like his mind has them locked up. 

   “I've been thinking about it a lot,” you admit. “How I can never get to actually like a guy. How I forced myself to make out with them, and even sleep with them and-” You look at his startled face, and it feels like you're actually imposing on him, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.”

   “No, I'm just- You're gay, and I am in love with you,” JJ laughs loudly, running his hands over his face and threading his fingers through his hair, before tugging on it. 

   “You're-” Now it's your time to process what he let slip out. Maybe it just makes everything clearer for you, that you always had the perfect boy at hand, but never any interest in him in that way. How much you would rather pick out his hookups and imagine them together, putting yourself in your best friend's shoes; than flirt with any guy, at all. 

   “Yeah. So you're a lesbian?” JJ asks, unaware of the fact that you are still experiencing some type of shell shock from the bomb he just dropped on you. “How did you figure that one out?” 

   “Boobs,” you mumble, your eyes are unfocused and burn because you haven't blinked in some time. 

   “Yeah, makes sense,” JJ nods, turning to lie on his back again, staring up and listening to the rain. “You think it's gonna stop soon?” 

   “It's soothing,” you hush, falling back into your pillows and fixing your eyes on the star shaped stain on the wooden ceiling. “Calms me down.” 

   “If this was the 50s, we could get married,” JJ huffs a laugh, and you can't help but giggle. 

   “Fuck, we really could.” 

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[circle-with-me]

summer’s in the air, heaven’s in your eyes

pairing: matt dierkes x female reader

tags/cw: 18+MDNI!! unprotected vaginal sex, the tiniest bit of spanking, overstimulation, skinny dipping, teasing, angst, fluff, yearning, hurt/comfort.

word count: 3.3k

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author’s note: this is the third installment of my summer series. it ended up being way longer than i intended but matt has rotted my brain so he gets a long one :)

dividers by @saradika-graphics

It was supposed to be a girl’s trip. You and three of your best friends decided to go to the lake for a week. Your boyfriend of three years broke up with you at the end of May. It was sudden and unexpected, but you both kept it amicable. It would take a couple of weeks before his new place would be ready so you allowed him to stay in the spare room until then. 

Not even two days later you walked in on him and his coworker having sex in your room on your bed. After you chased both of them out of the house with a baseball bat, threw his things in the yard, and changed all of the locks, you locked yourself in your room for a month. Your friends eventually came to your rescue, dragging you out and forcing you to shower. Telling you that you desperately needed a tan and some social interaction.

The lake trip was branded as a girl’s trip but you knew your friends had plans to get you laid. You had no plans on getting involved with anyone. All you wanted was a relaxing trip and to forget about the break up. 

Meeting Matt wasn’t a part of the plan.

It wasn’t your fault he happened to be in the cabin next to yours and his dogs just so happened to take a liking to you.

It was annoyingly cliche how you met. He threw a tennis ball too far and it landed between you and your friends. Not long after it landed, so did two very wet and enthusiastic dogs. They were suddenly enthralled to find themselves among new friends—making sure everyone else was equally as drenched as they were. 

Matt came running over apologizing profusely trying but failing to wrangle them, who you later learned were called Boo and Zeus. Your friends huffed about how they were going to have to reapply tanning oil, grabbing their towels to dry off. Meanwhile, you were too busy having a rom-com, wind in your hair, “Take My Breath Away” playing in the background moment as the gorgeous man in front of you spoke. 

He offers his hand to you and you gladly take it, admiring the tattoos that cover his arm. You ask about them and he promises he’ll tell you all about them if you accompany him and the dogs on their nightly walk. He works fast, you’ll give him that. He beams at you when you agree—nearly stumbling over Zeus as he backs away, nervously telling you what time he’d be by to get you. 

It’s endearing how he shows up a few minutes early. 

He stands outside patiently; Boo and Zeus wait excitedly by his side. He’s freshly showered by the looks of the still damp ends of his hair—black baseball cap sitting backward on his head. The nervous smile he gives you as he hands you Boo’s leash makes your tummy do flips.

Conversation with Matt is easy. He keeps his promise and explains the tattoos on his arms, utterly appalled that you’ve never seen Lord of the Rings and making you promise to watch them once you return home. He catches himself droning on (his own words) about it and apologizes but you think you could listen to him read an instruction manual and find it interesting. 

You learn that he’s a tour manager for a band you’ve never heard of. He’s almost thrilled to hear this—telling you that once women hear that he works with Bad Omens they’re far more concerned with getting autographs or meeting their favorite member. He laughs it off but the way he chews the inside of his cheek tells you it bothers him more than he lets on. Fighting your nerves, you lace your fingers with his and squeeze his hand. 

“Everyone knows that tour managers are the hottest guys in the industry anyway.” You smile at him. He laughs and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker to your lips. It’s all a little overwhelming—after all you just met this man. He counters your claim with self-deprecating humor but the way his thumb lightly brushes over the back of your palm tells you that he’s smitten. Maybe a little summer distraction wouldn’t be too bad after all.

You weren’t sure how he talked you into it. It could have been the alcohol coursing through your veins that made you feel a bit brave. Or maybe it was how his arm wrapped around your waist, eyes sparkling even through the darkness, that made you agree. Regardless of the true culprit, you found yourself shucking your clothes off and running naked off the pier and into the water.

Neither of you accounted for the water being so cold. Matt’s teeth chatter similar to yours as he swims closer to you, angrily murmuring about the temperature. The giggles that escape you don’t help his mood. He starts to swim off but you grab him by the arm, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

As you lean in to kiss him, your bare breasts press against his chest. You feel him suck in a breath and hold it when you tighten your legs around him, trying to maintain some self control. Smirking against his mouth, you drag your tongue across his bottom lip, and you feel the hands that were hesitantly on your waist shoot to your hips. 

“Warm enough, yet?” 

Matt blows out the air he was holding as he laughs. The open mouth kisses you leave across his jaw have his head tilting to the side so you have more access. You decide to test the waters, teeth scraping across the surface of his neck. He jerks a little, but the fingers now threading through your hair prompt you to continue.

“Yeah,” He finally responds in a breathy laugh. “Yeah—I, um… I’m definitely warm now.” His fingers flex into the meat of your hips, fingernails scraping against the skin. The hand in your hair pulls you off of his neck and kisses you harshly, tongue exploring your mouth. He squeezes you tight around him, pressing his erection into you. There’s no insistence behind it—he seems perfectly content rocking his hips slowly against you. Every gasp and mewl that leaves your lips is quickly devoured by his mouth on yours.

It’s comical, you think, how confident you were that you wouldn’t meet someone on this trip. You planned to enjoy your Fourth of July week with as much alcohol, sun, and alone time as you could get. Then, day one, Matt Dierkes comes along and ruins your plans in the best way—now you’ve spent every minute of the past four days together. 

It was made known on day two when you would be leaving. He learned you lived several hours away, while you learned this was a regular getaway spot for him—his house being less than an hour from the campgrounds. He toured frequently with the band and wasn’t home that often. It wasn’t an issue. You’d spend some time together, maybe get laid, then move on with your life.

Except it became so much more than that. 

Matt was kind. Kinder than you’d ever experienced. He held your hand everywhere you walked, thumb caressing the back of your hand like it did the first time you hung out. He took a genuine interest in your life and what you enjoyed doing for fun—and was so god damn adorable talking emphatically about his own interests.

The reality that you would ultimately have to leave him in a few short days loomed over you. The closer the day came the more the tension in the air thickened. You tried not to let it bother you, but there would be times where you would catch him staring at you—a somber look that screamed “please stay” but the plea was never spoken out loud. 

It all hits you so fast and nearly knocks the breath out of you. The hands roaming your body, lips covering every inch of exposed skin, and the  beautiful eyes that peer up at you like you’re heaven sent are all temporary. Somehow, losing a man that you’ve known for less than a week feels more devastating than the one you knew for three years.

Matt stops what he’s doing as your face contorts and immediately gives you space. He pulls you further up his torso and moves his hands back to your waist, stroking your back as he places your foreheads together. There’s no third degree, no sign of disappointment in his face. You think that somehow he knows exactly what is bothering you. 

“Are you sure you have to leave on Friday?” He asks, as if you needed the reminder. The sadness in his voice is evident and you’re pretty sure ripping your heart out would be less painful. Your emotions overwhelm you so you nod meekly, afraid of your voice betraying you. Matt presses a kiss to your lips, whispering that it will be okay—that he’ll do what he can to make it work, and you think you believe him.

There was a plan set for tonight. A perfectly laid out plan:

Take the dogs for their nightly walk. 

Have dinner. 

Go watch the fireworks on the lake. 

Easy. 

The dogs got their walk. You were on time to go to dinner, but when you came out of the bathroom in a yellow floral sundress that hit just at the right spot below your knees, Matt's eyes darkened. He pulled you in by the waist and skirted his hands up your thighs. He kissed your stomach over the cotton fabric of the dress and when his fingers brushed over your already wet aching core, plans were instantly changed. 

You did get to see the fireworks, kind of. From the window of the cabin—the one behind the bed that Matt had you on as he slid his cock in and out of you so agonizingly slow you thought you might crumble into a million pieces. Somewhere between rounds, you lost track of time. Each push inside of you reminds you that you’re spent but you can’t find it in yourself to care. As long as you’re with him, you’ll happily stay in this bed for eternity.

Matt picks up on it, though. The way your body shakes beneath him. How desperate your whines have become. You’ve been so good for him—cum so many times for him—he can’t believe you’re real and you’re his. Even if he can’t make it work after tonight. You’re his for now. 

“I know it, honey,” He soothes you, softly kissing your collarbone. “I just want to remember every inch of you.” He slows his pace to a near stop and the sob that tears through you makes his brain go numb. You’re making that sound for him. For his cock. He buries his face in your neck, trying to will the throbbing away. 

“Baby,” You pant, threading your hand in his blonde locks. “Please, please move.” The way you arch into him forces a groan from the back of his throat.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Matt whispers, kissing behind your ear. 

“You won’t, need to feel you,” As your body writhes underneath him, he breaks—pulling out of you and flipping you over in one swift motion. He smacks and grabs your ass, kneading the plump flesh with his palms. He gives you a few more good smacks before he’s kissing and marking up your back. 

“Get on your knees for me, baby,” He requests, but he’s already got his hands on your hips pulling you up to meet him. You feel his cock at your entrance and he doesn’t ease into you this time. The stretch and the ache hurts in the best way—you beg him to move faster. 

If there was ever a moment that you wished you had eyes in the back of your head, it would be now. The vulgar noises Matt makes as he thrusts into you are so intoxicating you have to see his face. The reflection of him in the window gives you minimal help and the sheer force of his hips against yours make it more difficult to maneuver around… but you have to see his face.

When you turn and see him, he’s glistening with sweat— eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. His jaw muscles are clenched so tight they’re bound to snap any second. His eyes stay fixed on where the two of you are connected and you wish you could see it too.

Matt catches you staring and leans over, wrapping a large hand around your throat and pulling you against his chest. His hand stays only to keep you against him, the other slithering around to your center to circle your clit. He sinks deeper into you, so deep it feels impossible—hitting the perfect spot each time. 

He recites the sweetest filth in your ear, every part of him working ardently to chase both of your highs. When you reach yours the dam breaks—the hold he has on you being the only thing that keeps you from collapsing into the bed as your legs give out. Matt twitches inside of you, filling you to the brim. 

He guides the two of you back down to the mattress on your sides, your back held tightly against his chest. Aside from your heavy breathing and the fireworks in the distance, it’s completely quiet. He remains inside of you, unwilling to part from you for a second. You fall asleep like this—with him softening inside of you—and pray the morning arrives a lot slower than it normally does.

You’re awake long before he is. The desire to turn in his arms to admire him as he sleeps makes you ache.  He’s sleeping so soundly you can’t bring yourself to disturb him. He softly snores into the crook of your neck, still holding you in the same position that you fell asleep in.

When he wakes up, he litters your neck and cheek with kisses. He doesn’t move from his spot, though—just tugs you even closer. He’s hard between your legs but makes no effort to remedy it. There’s no conversation. No tears. You stay slotted together until you’re dangerously late to leave.

Matt helps you pack your luggage and the car. He refuses to let the girls put their own bags in the trunk and if he had it his way, they wouldn't have carried it out of the cabin either. 

“You have some stubborn friends,” He gripes, playing tetris with the last couple of bags.

“Independent is the word I think you’re looking for.” You smiled at him.

The two of you head back to your own cabin—the one you barely spent five minutes in the whole week. You wanted to do one last sweep of the place to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Matt sits on the edge of one of the beds, quietly watching you. You ask him if he’s seen your sunglasses but he ignores the question.

“What if I don’t let you go?” Matt blurts out. Thinking he’s joking you laugh, but when you turn to look at him, he’s completely serious. “What if—ah, fuck—what if you tell your friends to leave without you? You call your boss at that stupid job you hate and tell him to go to hell. And you stayed.” 

“Matt..” 

“I know it’s fucked. We just met. If anyone else did this I’d call them a damn idiot but..” He pauses, lifting his hat to card a hand through his hair before placing it back. “There’s something between us. I don’t know what to call it yet, but I can’t stand the thought of you taking off and never finding out.”

“Matt, this all sounds wonderful but it’s not that easy. I have to work. I need a place to stay. I can’t just drop everything to stay here.” 

Matt looks at you bewildered. “I know I just spouted out a lot at once but which part of what I said makes you think I’m not going to take care of you?”

All of the air is immediately sucked out of your lungs. You stand in front of him, staring like a deer caught  in the headlights. Matt’s right, this is fucked. You just met. It would be insane to do this. This whole trip was to get over a relationship, not start a new one. Meeting Matt was not part of the plan! Yet—

What if it was?

“I was thinking—” Matt interrupts your thoughts. “I was hoping that you would stay with me. I have a house. It’s nothing special but I have a spare bedroom you can have if you’re not comfortable sleeping with me, yet.” 

He closes the space between you, smiling as he takes your hand. 

“A job I can help with too. You can come on tour with us and be our merch girl. Steve desperately needs help at the merch table,” He leans in and whispers as if there’s anyone else in the room that could hear you. “If you ever tell him I said that I’ll call you a liar.” 

You slap his arm playfully as you laugh together. He takes your face in his hands kissing you through your giggles. You circle your arms around him and lay your head on his chest sighing. There’s so much to consider in a short time. The thought of uprooting your whole life to take a chance like this—it all seems impossible. The fear of leaving and never finding out, however, was devastating. 

“If you’re not ready for all of this, I understand,” He confesses. “I still would like to keep in touch with you. See you when I’m not touring.”

The horn honks outside and your world closes in on you. Going home would be the safest option. You have a job, a home, friends, stability. You also hate that job, live in a townhome that holds nothing but bad memories for you, and have friends who are more worried about their  tan than their friends’ wellbeing.

Staying with Matt meant taking risks. Traveling the world with people you barely know. A completely new job. Living in a tour bus and hotels for an unknown amount of time. You’re used to stability. There is nothing stable about this option. 

Somewhere deep inside a new version of you creeps out and screams, “Fuck stability.”

Staying with Matt meant traveling the world. Making new friends. Friends that he’s spent the last week raving about and how much they’d love you. Learning a completely new job that sounds so much better than the crap office job you have. Being crammed in a tour bus or a hotel room is better than being reminded of a failed relationship day in and day out—not to mention being alone. 

And the best part? You’ll have Matt. 

The dread that covers his face when you shift to look at him turns to hope when he sees you grinning at him. He searches your face excitedly, eagerly awaiting for you to say something. You stand on your tiptoes, kissing the bridge of his nose, which he promptly scrunches. You think you can get used to this.

[from-now-on-im-switzerland]

>Battle Scars

Jasper Hale x f¡reader

>Jasper finds the courage to show Y/n his scars, and tell her his story, but he wasn't expecting her response.

>Fluff.

>They're not together yet, so tension is at an all time high.

>this is my first xreader on tumblr so be nice? 🫠

°Reader's POV°

I had only been to the Cullen's house a number of times. I mean, Jasper never really wanted me there, just in case. However, Emmett and Alice would invite me over and I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to see them.

I knocked on the door and Edward, expecting Bella, swung it open, his face fell before he cheered himself up again.

"Hey Y/n!" he said, an obvious fake smile on his face.

"You know you can just ask me about Bella right? We are friends." I sighed, still standing on the porch.

He laughed under his breath before letting me in. "She's at the Rez, she wanted to go see Jacob but she's coming here later on" I said to him, and with that he raced upstairs.

The way I found out about the Cullens was accidental. Jasper didn't tell me, nor did Bella, I found out in the most stupid way possible. I went round Bella's house, after visiting Seth for the day and Charlie told me to just head up to her room. I got there, opened the door and Edward was trying his best to scramble himself off of the ceiling, but his trouser leg was caught on a hook. The pair of them froze when I opened the door, as did I. That's when they had to let me know. Although now I think about it, they could've found an excuse.

That night Jasper came to my house. He was expecting me to ignore him, to tell him to leave, but I didn't. I don't think there's anything that could make me think any less of him. We sat in my back garden, and talked. I asked about his life as a vampire, he asked about my life as a human. I asked questions, as did he. He showed me his power and we laughed together for hours. At no point did it feel awkward, we just lay together on the grass looking at the stars. Of course, it hadn't rained in the past day so it was lucky we could lay on the grass at all.

I didn't realise just how long we were outside until I saw the smallest slither of the sun begin to peak over the horizon. Jasper rose to his feet as I asked another question, and said he needed to go, he took my hand ever so gently and kissed it so softly that I almost didn't feel it, then he left, in quite litteraly the blink of an eye.

That, even though the context of it is rather stupid, is one of my favourite memories. "Ehem.." Alice pulled me out of my thoughts. "You were daydreaming again" she clarified.

"Thanks Alice...is Jasper out hunting?" I asked, placing my jacket down on a chair.

"No, he's upstairs, c'mon I'll take you." she said, happily. We reached the top of the stairs and there he was, on the sofa reading. He looked up, and met my eyes.

Usually, if I came round, I'd take off my jacket and he'd be down the stairs instantly. He would stay with me, right behind me, he would take a step closer if any of the others looked at me for too long or if I stupidly stumbled over a fancy rug. But today, he was on the other side of the room. He still kept his eyes locked on mine, his beautiful golden eyes, but was meters away from me.

I walked over to him and sat down next to him. "Hey Jasper" I smiled.

He drew his arms closer to himself and sped off. I was confused until he sat back down again, with a hoodie on. "Thought vampires were immune to the cold or something?" I joked, trying to see that devilish smile, I'd grown all too familiar with.

"Something like that.." He smiled slightly, meeting my eyes once more. He seemed worried, something was on his mind.

"What's wrong?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together.

"I thought I was supposed to be the empath?" Jasper asked, smirking slightly, reluctantly drawing his eyes away.

I smiled "Don't change the subject, Cowboy" I playfully shoved his shoulder. "What's bothering you?"

He took a deep breath, not that he needed to, and met my eyes again once more. He stood up, and held out his hand for me to take. I placed my hand in his, and rose to my feet. He began to walk upstairs, and I followed close behind. We got to his room and he shut the door, letting go of my hand and walking towards the window.

"Is this where you show me your glittery skin? because 1: it's not sunny, just cloudy as always, and 2: Edward already showed me, he was way too eager." I said.

Jasper smiled once more as he rolled up the sleeves to his hoodie. "Are those sarcastic remarks constant, Darling? Or are you just in a funny mood?" He asked, turning his head to face me as his smile lingered.

"Jasper you should know by now, I make jokes all the time, even in situations I definitely shouldn't.." I said, subconsciously not paying attention to what jasper was trying to show me. I walked over to him standing next to him, explaining how my humour is subjective depending on who I'm with and the reasons I am the way I am. I turned and stood infront of him, using my hands to emphasise my words, before I was cut off by his hands gently wrapping around my wrists.

"A much as I love your voice, you're rambling, Darling" he said, smiling, and letting go.

I placed my hand over my mouth "I'm so sorry..I do that sometimes.." I mumbled against my hand.

He smiled again, "I know." he said, barely above a whisper.

He stood in the light of his window, his arms on show. "What did you want me to see?" I asked. He nodded down to his arms, so I looked.

His arms and the inside of his wrists were covered in bite marks and scratches. I took ahold of one of his arms and used my free hand to gently trace the scars I could see. He didn't wince or pull away from me, he just watched me as I stay fascinated by his scars. I tried to speak, but my throat wouldn't let me.

"..who did this?" I eventually managed to say, it wasn't very loud, but I knew he heard it anyway.

"Several newborn vampires" he answered. I lifted my head up and looked at him, guilt riddling my body. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

"I was somewhat manipulated by the woman who turned me. I thought...she loved me." I could hear the anguish in his voice. "but she was just using me, because of my gift. She wanted newborn vampire armies, I had the ability to control them. And once she was finished with them, I had to kill them off." his lip was slightly quivering now, and he shut his eyes. "I could feel everything they felt.." He didn't want to continue, I could tell. "She-"

I cut him off. Not with words. I placed my lips on one of his most prominent scars and kissed it gently. I looked back up at him as he opened his eyes in confusion. I turned back to his arms, in search for another bite. Each and every scar I could see received the same loving kiss I gave the first one.

"...what are you doing?" he asked, his voice shaken. I didn't answer, and instead just carried on, turning his arm every which way in order to kiss him.

"why are you-" he cut himself off this time. As I planted the last kiss on his wrist.

I looked up and he stay looking at his arms. I lowerd them back down to his sides, and lifted his chin up. "You're beautiful."

°Jasper's POV°

If my heart was still beating...

Out of every possibility I ran through my head before this, this was not one of them. She lifted up my chin, and my eyes met hers. Her beautiful, beautiful eyes.

"I-" I tired to speak, but the burning sensation flaming down my throat stopped me.

"don't." She said, placing her hands around my waist and taking a small step closer. "just..." She finished her sentence, by placing her head on my chest, and hugging me softly. I breathed inward, Carlisle said it helps, and after trying so hard to ignore the urge, I slowly brang my arms around her and hugged her back, resting my head on hers.

I could feel it radiating from her, but I didn't want to accept it, if I did, it would change everything, put my family in danger, put her in danger..but I felt it too. Is it a crime?

To love someone?

[yeokii]

# arguments with enha hyung line pt 2 !! (prt one) — bookshelf

pairings bf!enha hyungline x gn!reader﹒ genre angst ㅤㅤ ✷ warnings fighting, profanity ʚ wordcount 2.4k

ykii :: erm i kinda got carried away with hee's prt but here's the long awaited part 2!!

# lee heeseung

As you stormed out of the apartment, tears welled up in your eyes. The pain in your chest felt suffocating, and you couldn't believe how quickly everything had unraveled. The streets outside seemed blurry, which mirrored the way you felt inside.

Heeseung stayed.

He didn't go after you.

He stayed there, shocked with what just happened. A mix of anger and regret rushed through him. But most of all, he felt worried. You left alone in the night. You were very vulnerable.

But he couldn't go after you. He wouldn't. His stubbornness made him stay back. He plopped himself on the couch as he let out the biggest sigh he was holding in.

He felt dizzy and numb. It took him moments to process the entire argument. And then he realised he fucked up.

He quickly took out his phone to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. Of course you wouldn't.

And then. It started raining. Heavily.

"Fuck."

You were definitely not safe out there. He rushed to take his jacket and and left the apartment.

Heeseung heart was laced with worry and anxiety as he started to search for you. The rain began to put down heavily. He was drenched from head to toe, but he didn't care. He wanted to find you.

And there you were sitting on a bench at the nearby park. You were drenched swell, but didn't care about that.

Heeseung rushed towards you yelling out your name.

You looked up to see your boyfriend running towards you.

He slowed down and stood infront of you, panting. He hugged you, not caring that the position you both were in was uncomfortable.

"Thank god I found you." He panted, as he held you close.

But you didn't budge. You just sat there pondering what you and Heeseung had become.

You slightly pushed him to give yourself space before standing up.

You finally met his guilty and regretful gaze.

"Heeseung.." You couldn't bring yourself to mutter out some words.

"Yn, please." He cried, " I know I messed up. I'm so fucking sorry. I can't lose you." Th rain did no use in covering his tears as one by one fell down to his cheeks.

"I can't do this anymore, hee." You mumbled, "That was the last straw, I'm sorry."

"No, please."

"I'll stay with my friend tonight and I'll come over tomorrow to get my stuff."

"This is unfair, you can't do this to me." He protested, desperately as held both of your hands begging you to not leave him.

He knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn't handle the mere thought of ever loosing you and now its happening right before his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Is all you said, from removing your hands from his and walking away.

₊﹒other members under the cut !!

# park jongseong

It had been an hour since you dint open the door, Jay was right in-front of it and you were right behind it. Jay sighed, guilt washing all over him.

"Sweets, please open the door, I'm so sorry." He mumbled, his apology sounding genuine.

"It was a rough day," He muttered. "I wasn't doing my best like I always was at work and they all kept criticising me. I shouldn't have taken it out on you like that." He sighed.

You hesitated for a moment, finding sympathy in his story, but he still should have been a bit more reasonable as you were worried about him.

Slowly and hesitantly, you opened the door. His face that once was hardened with frustration was now filled with regret and guilt. He slowly walked towards you and embraced you.

"I'm so sorry," His voice sounding sincere. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I never meant to, sweet."

You stood there silently, before returning the hug. "I know you have a lot on your plate, but you can't speak to me like that."

"You're right, sweets." He said. "You always are."

"You know I love you, right?" He said as he pulled out from the hug as he locked eyes with you.

"You better." You said, trying to lighten up the mood. "Another woman would've left you ages ago."

He chuckled as he reconnected the hug.

# sim jaeyun

You locked yourself in the bedroom, your once teary eyes turned into uncontrollable sobs. You couldn't believe your boyfriend forgot your anniversary and had the audacity to play it off like it was a daily thing.

You spent the next thirty minutes, cuddled up with your blanket in the bed until you heard knocks from the door.

You raised your head up and your saw a heart shaped note slide under the door.

You stood up from the bed and went towards the note, the curiosity taking over you.

As you reached the door, you picked up the note and read its contents.

"dear yn,

This is cupid by the way!! I hope you know your boyfriend is very sad about the anniversary fiasco! I scolded him a lot for that. And now surprise surprise! he's planning something very dear and special! Make sure to look forward to it... but first, maybe open the door? Your boyfriend is very sad and waiting for you :(

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlove, cupid"

Your teary eyes started to return as you opened the door seeing your pouty boyfriend. You tried to make you look stern as your gaze met his.

"I'm not gonna fall for these childish things, Jake." You said, unconsciously pouting.

"Are you still mad at me?" He timidly asked.

You rolled your eyes and hugged the man infront of you. You could already see the big smile plastered on his face.

"Next time, I'm breaking up with you." You said, your face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

"I'll make sure there won't be a next time, beautiful."

# park sunghoon

You sat on your sofa, hugging your knees as you remeber the past events that happened before you rushed out of that outing and went home. Th humiliation that you felt still lingered in your chest.

The door opened showing a frustrated Sunghoon barging in, his footsteps heavy in anger. His gaze wasn't on you yet. He kicked his shoes off and there his jacket on the kitchen counter.

You glanced up at him to see that his eyes met yours.

"What the fuck?" He yelled.

"Sunghoon, I told you not to speak about me like that." You mumbled, building your voice.

"God yn, it was a fucking joke." He scoffed.

"To me it wasn't." you replied.

"You're so sensitive, it's embarrassing." Sunghoon's face was laced with irritation. "You always have to ruin everything, huh?"

"Can't you just respect my boundaries, its not that hard." You stood up.

"Boundaries? You made a whole fucking scene there. You embarrassed me!"

Your heart fell to your stomach as his words cut deep. You took a deep breath, as you knew what you had to do even if it would hurt you.

"If you can’t respect my boundaries, then we shouldn't be together anymore." You said, sternly.

Sunghoon froze for a moment as if a huge wave of regret gushed over him. He was filled with disbelief "What?"

"We're done."

"You can't be serious!" He said, the consequences of his actions hitting him.

"I am. I can't be with someone who doesn't respect me."

The once comforting room where you and Sunghoon shared a lot of memories felt suffocating. But you knew it was for the best for the both of you.

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[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: creature of mine

"Dunno why, but s'not working this time. M'not resssponding to it." Crowley's eyes flickered with something entirely unreadable. "I need a warm body." "I see." "Can't even use my fingers properly with these bloody claws. Still, feels better to have something warm, something moving." Aziraphale attempted to make sense of Crowley's words, his head pounding viciously. A warm body. "Would you like me to... hold you again?" Crowley smiled, open-mouthed and beastly. His fangs glistened in the darkness. "Need you to fuck me, angel." Or: Aziraphale buys Crowley a snake plant, hoping to please Crowley with the appealing smell of its flowers. Its effects on Crowley are far more extreme than Aziraphale anticipated, and it’s down to him to face them head-on.

Length: 21,253 Words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Canon AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

*Minor Spoilers* Buckle in, it's long post time. I admit to bias in the length of this post because I love this author, but above all, my enjoyment of this story is so genuine and I am so proud to recommend that you all read it too. This was written for the sex pollen event that has been going on recently (so many more for me to read!) and it's one I knew was coming but didn't know too many details about. So when I woke up to the email that it was posted, I knew I was going to have such a good morning, and oooh boy did I.

Caught outside in the rain, Aziraphale steps briefly into an exotic plant shop to stay dry. When he spots a beautiful flowering snake plant, well, he's free from Heaven now and free to buy his friend a gift. And what a gift it will be when they realize that the plant's pollen contains the exact pheromones that trigger Crowley's snake desires. Even though I knew exactly where this was going, the actual journey was so intoxicating. When the effects first take hold, neither of them knows exactly what to do. Both are locked into shame and embarrassment over the situation, but the trust and protection they have for each other is sturdy. Crowley struggles with losing control and the pain of vulnerability, while Aziraphale tries desperately to deny his own wants and desires. He represses it all to protect Crowley. And isn't this just the most beautiful metaphor for their entire relationship? As always, they get there in the end. It's as heartwarming as it is sensual. I will never tire of them completely surrendering to each other.

The thing I always love most about this narrative style is how it blends poetry and smut. It will paint with gorgeous prose and then snap our attention back with its explicit language. It's thrilling to me and a shining example of how rich smut stories can be. I'm awed and horny! And I have to say, this was such a clever and interesting take on Crowley's snake body! Naga/Monster fuckers, this one needs to be made a priority for you. It was described in excellent detail but also depicted gorgeously by the included art! I've still got goosebumps over the third piece of included art! The color palette! The bodies!! The emotion! I'm in love. Both author and artist have a talent for making me feel so at home in my own body with their works. I just trust them implicitly, and they make it so easy to imagine how everything would feel to my own skin.

This is an at-home, after-dark read. It will have you sweating and squirming, but also in awe of their closeness and the trust they have in each other. How endless their devotion is. How beautiful this story is. But let's be real, I'm also thinking about how fun their next round with this plant could be now that they're on the same page. Next time, with the walls completely down, they are going to have the most pleasurable night of their life for the rest of their lives.

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Stranger

pairing: yandere!ethan landry x f!reader

summary: shouldn’t you know not to trust a stranger on a dark, rainy cold night?

warnings: obsession, yandere themes and behavior, threats-?, kidnapping(if you squint), manipulation, implied violence, implied murder, choking, implied drugging, etc…

You shouldn’t have been on a “walk” to begin with but here you were. You didn’t know it would rain so that wasn’t your fault.

You could’ve at least brought an umbrella but you didn’t, which bothered you because now it was pouring rain.

Your clothes were soaking wet and your shoes too. You shivered as you walked around. You should go home but with all this rain you weren’t sure if you could.

Your Phone died while you were walking. So you were definitely screwed. Well, for now. The rain poured even harder as you were now completely soaked.

If your phone wasn’t dead you’d probably find a way home or contact one of your friends. You sigh, continuing on walking. You also knew you were lost.

You hoped your friends didn't spam messages. But since you didn't respond in a while, they probobly did out of concern.

It hadn’t been that long since you moved to New York, for a fresh start. Away from everything. Woodsboro wasn’t the best place to be in, not really after it became a tourist attraction and frankly the story behind it just kept being told over and over.

You were always in the background so you never truly experienced any ghostface attacks yourself thankfully. But moving to New York, would change that. You didn’t know that though. Not until today.

“Fuck, you mutter as thunder booms and it rains even harder. Just your luck. It wasn’t until you saw someone pull up to you that you stopped walking.

“Are you okay? A voice you don’t recognize asks. It’s a cute boy. He has curly hair and a concerned look on his face.

“No, You reply, shakily. From your fear and how cold it was outside. “Do you need a ride? He asks. You shouldn’t have accepted but you were desperate enough that you agreed.

You shiver as you sat in the passenger seat. “T-Thank you, you stutter from being so cold. “I’m Ethan, he says.”and no problem. Always like helping a cute girl.”

Cute?

You found him attractive but felt like he was out of your league, so hearing that did make you feel somewhat better. But still, he was a total stranger to you.

“Thanks… you say nervously. Your stomach filled with butterflies. You didn’t know him so why should you feel this way? Or ignore the weird signs your brain was trying to tell you.

It seemed purely coincidental that he found you and pretty much saved you. But it was much deeper than that. You didn’t know.

“My place is pretty far, You chuckle. “Oh, how about you hang around my place? Ethan offers.”the rain stops pretty soon. And my roommate’s at a party.”

“Why aren’t you? You ask. “I left early, He replies. “Makes sense, Frat Parties kind of suck, You say. He chuckles.”See? Already here.”

You nodded.”Thank you again. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” “It’s okay, but you never told me your name, Ethan said. You were hesitant but he wouldn’t hurt you, or do anything that would put you in harm’s way. He seemed so nice. You could trust him.

“Y/n, You smile. “I like it, Ethan compliments. “Thanks, You reply, going in the elevator beside him. Still, your gut feeling was telling you that you should run now. Because he isn’t trustworthy. at least what your instincts are telling you.

It’s a trap, your instincts keep telling you. It’s obviously a trap to keep you. Or whatever. Something bad. Ulterior motives. But, since you were desperate and he had been so kind to you, You just ignore your instincts. Besides they could be wrong. He could be a nice person.

A good friend.

You exit the elevator beside him and you follow behind as he unlocks the door. You’re so desperate you rush in first, not seeing him lock the door behind you. Or that grin that forms on his face.

“Are you hungry? He asks. Your stomach growls so there’s no denying that. You nod. “Okay, I’ll make you something, Ethan smiles.

“Thank you… again. You say softly, while shivering. He nods, going into the kitchen. You were soaking wet so you figure, there’s towels in his bathroom. You hear him cook as you go in the bathroom.

You find a towel and wrap it around you, but then see something odd. It was brief and hidden and you couldn’t tell what it was. So you don’t think much of it for now.

You enter the living room and see Ethan come out. “I have the food, Ethan said, placing it in front of you, then looked at you, wrapped in the towel. “Idk sorry.. I shouldn’t…. You begin.

“No worries, it’s my fault I didn’t offer you one, Ethan said.”just don’t go around unless I let you, okay?” You nodded. Though you noted that strange thing in the bathroom. You’d definitely explore that.

You began eating your food, and you got water as well. You definitely needed it from being so exhausted and not having water for a while. You didn’t even remember if you had water today up until now.

Your memory was kind of fuzzy. But the water tasted different. “Mind if I use the bathroom? You lie. Ethan nods but eyes you suspiciously oddly enough as you walk to the bathroom.

Perhaps you could get the weird taste out of your mouth and see what that weird thing was. It had looked like a piece of a photo hidden. But you weren’t fully sure.

Your head began hurting and your vision getting blurry. But you were remaining strong even when you were dizzy, sitting down to maintain your consciousness. Fighting off whatever he had put in your drink.

You pull that photo and your eyes widen, you pull more and see they’re all of you. He had been following you. For god knows how long. But you can’t do anything because your vision goes black.

When you woke up, you’re in the bedroom. But the curtains are closed and the lights are off. Until Ethan turns the lights on. He comes into your Vision.

“Got some good sleep? Ethan said. “What did you do, you sick fuck? You demand. “Oh, someone’s feeling bold, Ethan teased.”But if you must know, I drugged you.”

You try and squirm but it’s no use. You’re stuck. “I made sure you couldn’t get out of the rope, Ethan said proudly.”I had this all planned. Of course, the bathroom and towel thing I didn’t expect for you to do. But it still worked out perfectly.”

“Why me? You say.”You knew I would be lost didn’t you?” He nods.”And to answer that question, You’re everything to me. I love you. And you love me.”

“No I don’t. And you obviously are just obsessed which is two completely different things, You groan. Then you notice he’s in a costume and his mask which is a Ghostface mask has blood on it and so did his knife.

“What did you do? You say.”While I was out?” “Did some killing, He replies,cleaning the knife with hand.”and of course some violence. It’s all apart of the plan.”

“What plan? You ask. “You’re so cute, He smiles.”I can’t tell you. You may tell Sam and Tara. And no, I can’t have that now will we?”

“Sam? Tara? I don’t know either of them, You say. “I know, I know everything about you, Ethan grins psychotically.”But, you may run into them and you know, say a word.”

“I won’t! You insist.”I swear!” Suddenly his hand was wrapped around your throat, lightly choking you as fear filledyour eyes.

“fear looks so pretty on you, Ethan cooed. So he had known who you were long before you knew who he was.

You didn’t cry but you whimpered before he let go, you cough.”Why did you do that?” “A warning, Ethan replies.”And you better listen to it.”

You nod. You planned on listening to him. He was violent and terrifying. You didn’t know what he planned in store for you next.

“But if you don’t, I’m going to make you scream and I’m sure you don’t want that, Ethan said. You quickly realized it wasn’t the good kind of scream that he meant and you didn’t want that. Not at all.

Why did you have to trust a complete stranger?

[staar5384]

champagne problems pt. 3

neuvillette x gn!reader

pt. 1 and pt. 2

has some slight wriolette - hurt/comfort (finally) - they/them pronouns - barely proof read here is the final part to my lil champagn problems triology. thank you for all of the support on the series! it really makes me want to keep writing! <3

“Neuvi… Are you alright?”

The voice went in and out of Neuvillette’s ears. He had his nose buried in his work, trying his best to distract the racing thoughts that consumed his mind.

“Neuvillette,” The voice spoke more firmly this time, finally snapping him out of his trance.

He whipped his head up from his desk, strands of his white hair falling into his eyes. He locked eyes with the person in front of him, it was Wriothesley. “Oh, Wrio, hello. What are you doing here?”

“It’s time for our date, remember?” He asked him, crossing his arms.

“Right yes. Our date,” He glanced at the documents on his desk. He supposed they could wait until later. “Alright. Let’s go then,” He rose from his desk.

Wriothesley watched him curiously, taking notice of all his mannerism. His hands were fidgety, something highly unusual for Neuvillette. He seemed lost, almost in another place entirely. “Are you sure you’re feeling up to a date?”

Neuvillette nodded quickly, “Yes of course. Why would I not be?”

“You just seem a bit out of it today. Would you like to talk?”

Neuvillette contemplated discussing his thoughts with Wriothesley. To be honest, he was barely able to comprehend them himself. 

For days now, you were the only thing on his mind. Every thought, action, and word made him think of you. He was starting to miss you. Neuvillette would never admit it, however. He was content with Wriothesley. The Duke treated him well, took him on romantic dates, and he saw him more often than he would see you. 

But Wriothesley isn’t you; or your lips, your skin, your eyes. He is not you.

Wriothesley noticed the hesitation to speak, smiling to himself, “Neuvi, you can talk to me about anything.”

“What if…” He started. “What if it’s something that would hurt you?”

He took hold of Neuvillette’s hands, caressing the soft skin with his thumbs, “If it hurts me, so be it. I would rather see you happy.”

He sighed gently, laying his head against Wriothesley’s shoulder, “I miss them.”

“Yeah?” He asked, planting a gentle kiss on the top of Neuvillette’s head.

“I don’t know why. You make me so happy but-”

“It’s not the same?” Wriothesley asked.

“Yeah. It’s not.”

“You know it’s okay, right? You’re allowed to feel confused, you’re allowed to miss them. Your feelings are valid.”

A soft rain began to fall outside. Wriothesley could see it through the grand window behind Neuvillette’s desk, “And you are allowed to cry.”

The soft rain picked up quickly after that, turning into almost a full downpour.

“I miss them so much, Wrio.”

“Then let’s go find them, yeah?”

“But what about you?”

Wriothesley shrugged, “I’ll be okay. Seeing my best friend happy is all that matters.”

Neuvillette moved his head, and planted a soft kiss onto Wriothesley’s cheek, “You are so wonderful.”

“Yeah yeah,” He chuckled. “Now come on. If we’re lucky Katheryne might know something.”

Katheryne, in fact, did know something. After a brief conversation, she revealed that you were currently in Liyue on a commission. The two thanked Katheryne and returned to the Palais Mermonia.

“Are you going to go after them?” Wriothesley asked.

“I think so. Should I?”

“Well, what do you want to do, Neuvi?” Wriothesley wrapped his arm around his shoulder. 

There was comfort in Wriothesley’s support, despite their relationship, despite his feelings, despite all he wanted, he was giving his support to Neuvillette. “Wriothesley, why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” He quirked his head. “Neuvi, I told you before, your happiness is what is most important to me. Above all, you are my best friend, and I would do anything for you.”

Neuvillette nodded, clenching his fists, “Alright. Then I would like to go.”

“That’s my boy,” He ruffled Neuvillette’s hair, pulling away from him. “So when are we leaving?”

“We?”

“Yes, we. I’m going with you.”

“But you have responsibilities here. Besides, if both the Duke of the Fortress and the Chief Justice were to leave, chaos could reign and Lady Furina would likely drown.”

Wriothesley let out a loud groan, slumping against Neuvillette. The man stumbled, gripping onto Wriothesley to keep his balance. “Fine fine,” The Duke sighed. “I will stay here and make sure Furina doesn’t die.”

“Thank you, Wriothesley. Let me write a note for Lady Furina, then I’ll take my leave.”

You had spent your months after the party traveling as far away from Fontaine as possible. You would return late at night every once in a while to accept new work, but then leave before anyone could ever notice your presence.

Traveling helped you clear your mind, but it never helped you move on. You had many flings and dates with a multitude of people you met on your travels, but you always felt the same after; they weren’t Neuvillette.

After finishing your commission early, you decided to take some time wandering the harbor. It wasn’t nearly as busy as it usually was, and you were grateful for that. Thanks to being a fulltime adventurer, you know a lot of people in a lot of different areas, and you are no stranger in Liyue. You befriended plenty of people here, even people as important as Dr. Baizhu and the secretary of Yuehai Pavillion, Ganyu. This meant you tended to get stuck in long and boring conversations you could never seem to drag yourself out of.

You sat yourself on the dock, staring out at the open ocean. The waves splashed gently against the wood, small droplets falling onto your legs. The sun was beginning to set, the golden colors washing over the water, painting it in different shades of red and orange. 

“Neuvillette would have loved this,” You said to yourself, leaning down to dip your hands into the cool water. You cupped your hands, lifting the liquid up to drink. You winced at the taste, the water truly wasn’t good, but it almost made you feel connected to Neuvillette in a strange way. “Wow, that is awful. And he always used to say the water was…” You paused, trying to remember how he would describe the taste of Liyue’s water.

“It has an enduring aftertaste, but you are drinking water straight from the ocean. I can only imagine that’s why it tastes so unpleasant.”

You whipped your head around, coming face to face with a familiar man. Neuvillette stood above you, a slight smile on his face as he stared down at you, “Hello,” He spoke softly.

“Neuvillette,” You stood quickly, brushing yourself off. “What are you doing here?”

“I- Well, I’m here to see you.”

“Huh?” You stared at him, slightly dumbfounded. 

“You heard me. I’m here to see you,” He stepped forward, reaching out for your hands.

You had a choice here. You could push him away, the same way he did to you… or you could accept his hands, and let him speak.

His hands were just as soft as they were all those months ago. His fingers caressed yours, tracing circles in your palms, “I am so sorry. I-I wish I had given you a chance to speak for yourself that day. I wish I had not pushed you away so carelessly. I have spent so long believing I was over you, and that I was truly in love with Wriothesley, but I wasn’t.”

You stepped closer to him, your chests touched, his hands still grasping tightly onto your own.

“I love you. Every part of you,” He let one of your hands go, reaching his hand up to caress your face. His thumb traced over your cheek, then your jaw, stopping at your lips. He stared at them for a moment, then spoke again. “Will you ever forgive me?”

Before you knew it, you were crying. The tears came out so fast, yet so gently. You reached your free hand up to wipe them away, nodding over and over again, “Yes Neuvillette. I do forgive you.”

His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. As your lips touched, a wave of electricity coursed through you. It was as if nothing changed between you two. The chemistry, the passion, the feeling, you were intoxicated by it, by him.

After a few moments, you both pulled away. Neuvillette’s face was flushed red, and you could feel yours warming as well. He smiled down at you before pulling you into a loving embrace, “I love you so very much.”

You laid your head against him, gaining your own soft smile, “I love you too, Neuvillette.” 

[wallydrling]

in the dark

pairing: wally darling/reader

rating: g

author’s note: this is posted on ao3 as well (and looks better over there, too!) gender neutral reader to the best of my ability as usual!

You’re not sure why this is happening.

You can’t pinpoint what set you off; it could’ve been an array of things. The game of Truth or Dare that got just a little bit too serious, Julie gradually shoving you closer and closer to Wally as the night progressed. Perhaps it was Frank and Eddie’s heady eyes on the two of you, feelings etched in the lines of their faces that you couldn’t decipher. Maybe it was Poppy’s home-baked cookies that were a tiny bit too sweet, sticky in the back of your throat, or Barnaby’s musings, his comment of, “Life in Home will never be normal, but I think we all like it that way, right pals?” You’d felt a headache forming behind your eyes, and then you’d really thought about it–life in Home. Life before it.

You couldn’t remember anything. The harder you tried to wrack your brain, the worse the pain got. Nobody was taking anything seriously, giggling and sharing stories and swapping crayons as the night went on. Sleepover at Julie’s; no one able to leave until the following morning. Nighttime wasn’t safe–you knew that. You just didn’t know why. 

So, the headache progressed. And then the pain in your chest started up, heart racing. Your hands began to shake, and your breathing pittered off into strained gasps, and now here you are, holed up in Julie’s bathroom. You lean against the door, handle locked, and ignore the tap of soft knuckles against the wood. You’d just…got up and ran. You felt the residents’ eyes on you as you moved, nearly tripping over legs and the coffee table as you went. It’s Julie on the other side of the door, you can tell by the way she knocks. You don’t want to see her right now. 

“Neighbor?” She calls out, voice flower-petal soft. “Did we say something that upset you?”

“No,” you reply, hand pressed to your chest. You’re not sure that’s true, and you don’t like the idea of lying to any of the residents, but you’re truly just trying to focus on breathing at the moment. “I don’t know. Julie–something isn’t right.”

“I’m going to get Wally,” she states. 

“No!” You exclaim, quick. If you said any of this to him, he’d misunderstand. He’d think you want to leave Home, and you don’t. You just want to know how you got here, and where you were before. Carefully, you unlock the bathroom door and crack it open. Grabbing Julie by the wrist, you tug her into the room with you, and shut the door behind her. “How did you end up in Home, Julie?”

She hums at your question, and moves to perch on the edge of the bathtub. “I lived in the forest surrounding Home. I felt so cooped up there, with no friends to play with. I wanted a life of my own, so I moved here.”

“How come you remember?” You ask, exasperated. “I don’t remember how I got here. And when I try to think about it, it hurts. It just–it feels wrong.”

Julie, for perhaps the first time since you’ve known her, looks totally serious. There isn’t even a hint of a smile on her face, and her brows furrow as she mulls over what you’ve said. She reaches out to take your hand, gently patting the top of it. 

“Well,” she begins. “What do you remember?”

“I woke up,” you explain. “Here, in Home, right on my front porch. Boxes of my things were just sitting outside. It was raining, and in my mind I knew that I was supposed to move my stuff inside, but I didn’t know how I knew that. I didn’t even know how I got to Home. I was just there, and then Wally was helping me carry boxes in, and I never questioned it after that.” 

She smacks her lips together. “Maybe you shouldn’t start now, then.”

“What do you mean?” 

“You didn’t question it back then,” she says. “What’s the point of trying to figure out the details now? Does it really matter? It’s not going to mean anything in the end because you’re not leaving.”

“But what if I want to leave?” You rush out. “Not–not permanently. But what if I had a family before this, or other friends? What if I want to see them again?”

She tilts her head, an uneasy smile on her face. “Neighbor, I’d nip that train of thought off at the bud.”

You sigh, desperate for a real answer; something of substance. “Julie-”

“I really can’t talk about this with you anymore,” she cuts you off, dropping your hand as she stands. “I’m going to get Wally.”

“I don���t want to talk about this with him,” you tell her. “Please, he wouldn’t understand. He’d get upset. He’d think that I want to leave, and I don’t, but-”

“If you don’t want to leave,” she looks up at you, mouth in a straight line with her arms ramrod straight by her sides, “then why do you keep talking about it?”

She exits the bathroom before you have the chance to say anything further. You groan, burying your face in your hands. Great, you’ve upset her. You didn’t even know she was capable of being upset. Was it really so wrong to question your place here in Home? Did the others know something they weren’t telling you, or were they just as in the dark about all of this?

The dark. Nighttime. Your eyes go wide, and your head pops up. Going outside in the evening is forbidden. Perhaps Home after dark has the answers you need. If you could just sneak out of Julie’s house, you might be able to do some digging around and get some closure. There’s got to be a reason why the rule exists–don’t go outside once the sun has gone down. What is being hidden under the guise of night?

When you tug open the bathroom door to try and creep out, Wally is standing there, still as a statue. His eyes are blank, a big smile on his face as he looks at you. So much for sneaking out through Julie’s bedroom window, then. You’ll have to be more creative with your escape plan. He looks at you for a long moment, silent, and you feel like he’s scolding you despite the fact that he looks just as happy as he does on any given day. 

“Julie told me that you’re not feeling well,” he says. His voice is low, and he speaks a little slowly. “Do you want to go lie down?”

“Oh, no. That’s alright,” you try and paste on a smile, but you’re not sure it looks very genuine. You can’t draw attention to yourself right now. Julie is already on high alert, and now Wally is, too. “Let’s just head back into the living room. I want to finish up that puzzle we were working on.”

Wally cocks his head and stares at you. You’ve no idea what he’s thinking, have never been able to read him the way that the others can. But his smile twitches down at the corners just a little bit, just so, and your stomach sinks. When he reaches out to take hold of your hand, he doesn’t twine your fingers together. 

The living room is as rowdy as it had been when you left. The other residents don’t so much as bat an eye at your return, and you take your place between Wally and Barnaby. The puzzle you’d been working on as a group is nearly finished, probably mostly in part to Frank, and you jump back into it with enough faux-fervor to hopefully ease Wally’s concern. He keeps his left palm pressed to your thigh as you work on the puzzle; something he’s never done before. His fingers are soft as usual, but his grip is tighter than you’d expect from him. It’s like he’s trying to keep you close, on his own version of a leash. So, Julie must’ve told him that you were interested in leaving. Seems he’d taken that exactly how you expected him to. 

If you want to see what kind of answers nighttime in Home has to offer, you’ve got to play your cards right. You help the group finish the puzzle, and then participate in Barnaby’s version of karaoke. It’s mostly just Eddie making noises with his mouth off-beat, and Barnaby and Poppy singing loud enough to scare the owls outside. Wally, lover of music as you’ve come to know him, doesn’t even try to join in. While it’s true that he doesn’t know many songs, he at the very least usually attempts to keep up with Barnaby’s screeching, and mostly just copies what he sings. You’ve grown fond of his semi-robotic, leisurely tone, and you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve begged him to sing Beautiful Dreamer for you. 

Now, as you hum along to Poppy and Barnaby’s duet, Wally is deadly silent beside you. His hold on your thigh never falters, and after a couple of songs, you chance a glance over at him to see that he is already looking at you, smile wiped clean from his face. 

For the first time in the almost two years that you’ve known him, his presence does not comfort you. It makes you uneasy. 

Animalistic instinct urges you to remove yourself from the situation. To run. Howdy has started up a game of charades, and Julie is whining about how using his extra arms is cheating. Poppy and Frank are shouting out all the wrong guesses, and Eddie is laughing so hard he’s nearly doubled over, his head on Frank’s shoulder. Wally is still staring at you. Barnaby rests his back against the couch, the entire thing shifting under his weight. You try and pay attention to whatever Howdy is attempting to act out, but Wally is still, still staring at you, gaze so intense you feel as though it is half a second away from burning a hole in the side of your head. 

Almost as if you’ve lost control of your body, you stand up quickly. The other residents grow silent, their eyes trained on you like they’re waiting for you to speak. To explain why you’ve stood up in the middle of a game, fear evident on your face. You do a quick sweep of the room. Everyone’s smiles have faded, sans Eddie, who seems more confused than anything else. Wally is looking up at you from his place on the floor. 

You take a step towards the front door. 

“I just remembered that I left my oven on,” you say, forcing out a too-breathy chuckle. “I need to run home and check on that real quick.”

No one says anything. No one even blinks, the air in the room stock-still and muggy as you put one foot in front of the other, and take another step towards the door. If you’re quick about it, you might be able to lurch it open before someone stops you. You’re closer to it than the rest of them are, and you don’t think they’d hurt you. You don’t think they would. 

You lunge for the door, hand wrapped tight around the knob. You go to jerk it open just as two fists come down on it hard, keeping it shut. Howdy. You hadn’t even seen him move, but he’d gotten over here fast. He is so much taller than you that you have to crane your neck up to look at him. You’ve never seen his eyes as empty as they are now, void of any emotion. He doesn’t so much as move, two hands centered near the top of the door to hold it closed. 

“Neighbor,” Poppy says from behind you. “You know we don’t go outside at night.”

But I need to, you don’t tell her. You’re half a second away from pleading, from falling to your knees and begging for an explanation. I need answers. I need to get away from all of you. This isn’t right, this isn’t normal, I’m afraid-

You’d recognize Wally’s touch anywhere. His hand rests on your shoulder, thumb smoothing along the fabric of your pajama top. 

When he speaks, his voice is cooler than you’ve ever heard it before. You’re used to the almost mechanical pattern of his words, but this is something different. He sounds faraway, not quite present. “I think it’s getting late. Sleep must’ve muddled your brain, neighbor.”

“Wally dear,” Julie cuts in. “Why don’t you escort them to the guest room?”

Where there are no windows, she doesn’t say. Where there is no way out.

You’re helpless to do anything but let Wally grab you by the hand and tug you along. The guest room is pitch black and smells of flowers when you enter. Wally flicks on the bedside lamp, and lets go of your hand long enough to pull the covers down on the bed. He fluffs the pillows, and gestures to the mattress. 

“Settle in,” he says as he slides beneath the blankets, back propped up against the headboard. “I’ll stay with you while you sleep.”

Any other time, that notion would be sweet. You’d smile, your heart doing flips in your chest. You know that Wally doesn’t sleep, but he’s always been so kind about accommodating your need for it. This is not the first time he’s let you sleep through the night while he rests by your side, but it feels entirely different now. You shuffle towards the bed, and bundle up beneath the comforter. You can’t meet his eyes; don’t want to see the way he is looking at you right now. 

You shouldn’t be scared of him. You’re–you’re not, you tell yourself. He is your closest friend, and you love him. You’ve held his hand, and you’ve cuddled with him, and you’ve kissed him. He likes it when you read poetry to him, and he lets you play with his hair despite the fact that he is so meticulous about how he looks. He has taken you on dates, and has learned what romance means just by experimenting with you. He adores you, and you adore him, and it is easy to be with him. It has always been easy. You’re not sure what to do now that it is suddenly the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. 

“I’m sorry that you’re not feeling well tonight,” he murmurs, soft and low, nearly a whisper. He reaches out to smooth his hand through your hair, fingertips pressing into your scalp. “I hate seeing you so upset.”

You turn to lie on your back and stare up at the ceiling. This entire situation is so confusing, and you can’t seem to wrap your head around any tendrils of truth. Do the other residents here really not have answers to your questions? Are they keeping you inside merely to protect you, or are they harboring a dark secret? Why is Wally’s touch soothing you just as much as it is scaring you? Why the hell are you caught between wanting to move away, and wanting to wiggle closer?

“I love you,” he says, and he sounds as genuine as he always has. Nothing more, nothing less. “You’ll forget about all of this come morning.”

Deep down in the tiny, hidden chambers of your heart, you hope he’s right. 

His hand stills in your hair, and you think, perhaps just as stupidly as it is brave, “I know him. I know who he is, and I love him.” 

Careful so as not to burst the thin bubble that has formed around the two of you, you slide over on the bed, and rest your head in his lap. This is almost always the other way around, you sitting up while Wally lies his head across your thighs. He freezes like he’s not sure what to do in this position; like he needs time to think about it. To consider all of the ways in which it could go wrong. 

Then, feather-light, his thumb strokes along the shell of your ear as he begins to sing:

“Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me. Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee.”

Sleep does not come easy, but despite the misplaced terror and the curiosity gnawing at your bones, it manages to find you, anyway. And Wally is with you all the while. 

[alliumnightmare]

Cigarettes After Sex

Pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

WC: ~2.1k

Tags: smut! angst if you squint? no use of y/n

Warnings: jisungs kinda subby, reader is lowkey selfish and toxic, dub-con (tagging it to be safe), semi-public sex, car sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation (male receiving), mentions and describtion of smoking

Synopsis: reader uses jisung for sex

[a/n: i haven't written anything in like four years but i had this idea. also forgive me for potential grammar mistakes and especially for the fucking tenses(?) i was struggling hard - english isnt my first language lol]

You were standing outside waiting for your ride, you could smell the rain in the night air and hear the loud music from inside the house, you just stepped out of.

A car you knew too well came to a stop a few feet away from you.

Picking up your bag from the ground, you walked towards the passenger side and opened the door with a wide smile.

"What happened?" your best friend, behind the steering wheel tilts his head to the side as he asks. You dismiss him with a hand gesture, signaling him to just start the car and drive.

Your phone screen lights up the car. It's awfully silent, the only thing you can hear is the engine and the cars driving past you and you try to distract yourself from the awkward silence.

It's not the first time Jisung picks you up after a situation like this but it gets more awkward after happening so many times.

You can feel Jisung's occasional glance towards you, you know damn well you have to tell him why he had to pick you up again, but you hoped you could delay it for a bit longer.

Jisung finally comes to a halt in an empty parking lot, he unbuckles himself and turns his body slightly your way "So?".

You don't look up, trying to ignore his piercing gaze.

He coughs to get your attention, you look up "It's so dumb." you chuckle and search for the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, "You know, just the usual." Putting the paper between your lips and cupping the flame of the lighter to burn the tip of your cigarette.

You inhale the smoke into your lungs, the taste of tobacco filling your mouth.

Cigarettes stopped giving you the effects you so desperately need ages ago. At this point, it's just an addiction, but you're still trying to chase that feeling of ecstasy and relief you got when you started to smoke.

Jisung's face showed open disgust. He didn't mind you smoking in his car but he also didn't approve of it. He hates that you smoke, he didn't want you destroying your body but he also knew he had no right to tell you off.

His fingers moved to the little latch on the door, to open the window slightly to at least let some fresh air in.

He so desperately wants to just take the deadly stick from your lips and throw it out the window. He wants to tell you that you should stop and search for other coping mechanisms and that he's there to help you through all of it. But instead, he just sits next to you every time and observes how you exhale the smoke from your gorgeous lips.

"Listen, you wanted me to pick you up, and you're obviously hurt" Jisung was looking at the mascara streaks running down your face, exposing you were crying, "so just tell me what he did this time."

You exhale another cloud of the toxic smoke before speaking "It's just, we were making out, about to-" You pause and look away in embarrassment, "You know... anyway, he basically broke up with me and walked away again"

The brunette looks in the opposite direction, trying to hide the annoyed roll of his eyes. He takes your hand in his and locks eyes with you: "You need to let him go for good. He's not worth your time. He broke up with you over seven times in the past three months"

You know Jisung was right, he always is. But you're only human, with needs. And your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, makes you feel wanted, at least most of the time.

"You deserve someone who treats you better, who knows your worth, who treats you like a princess" Your best friend's eyes are filled with so much concern and love for you. You've seen him look at you this way so many times. You know he has feelings for you. You know you shouldn't play with him and give him hope, yet here you are crawling over the center console onto his lap.

Your legs on either side of his, the steering wheel almost painfully digging in your back, your skirt hitching up ever so slightly. It's not comfortable but it'll do the job.

He looks extremely surprised by your action but places his hands on the outside of your thighs anyway, his thumbs draw small circles on them.

Both of you aren't used to each other's body in such close proximity. Yes, you two had been best friends for years now, but you didn't do cuddling, or skinship in general, you barely even hugged each other. So being this close, in this position was new for the both of you.

You grin at him, almost teasingly "Someone who treats me like a princess, hm?"

You could see him swallow, his eyes scanning every part of your face but returning to your lips every time.

The smell of old smoke mixed with your perfume on you, made him lightheaded in all the right ways. He always wanted you this close, he always wants to smell exactly what he's smelling right now, never wants to get rid of you on top of him.

"yes." he tried to make his voice seem strong and dominant, but you could tell he was extremely nervous by your action.

Slowly, you lean forward pushing your lips on his. Not wasting any time, you cup his face with both your hands and straighten your posture, almost hovering over him at this point to deepen the kiss.

You bite his lower lip, sliding your tongue past them. He lets out a noise of surprise but moves his lips and tongue against yours. You give him some time to explore your mouth – tongues dancing against each other.

He could taste the tobacco and alcohol you had earlier. Normally he would pull away, not kiss you again, Normally he didn't like the taste. But it was you, the one he wanted to kiss for years. From your lips it tastes so different. It tastes like you. He can't get enough.

Jisung squirms under you, more or less accidentally moving his core against yours. He bites your lower lip, trying to hide a moan. Knowingly you smirk against his lips, rocking your hips on his. You could feel him grow inside his pants. His hands move from your thighs to your hips, helping you slightly move back and forth on him.

Breaking the kiss and stopping your movements, you travel your hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants, without wasting time to open them and reach inside his boxers. Moving your hands over his painfully hard cock. He hisses when your hand comes in contact with him.

You take him out in a swift motion, his tip wet from pre cum. You almost start salivating at the sight beneath you, only wanting to taste him. You take your finger and gather some of the pre cum on it, bringing it to your mouth. Eyes never leave his, as you suck it off your finger and hum.

Jisung lets out a light moan at the sight. His eyes are heavy, his lids only half open from all the excitement and arousal and the next thing he knows is your folds moving up and down on his length.

He hasn't even noticed that you took your panties off, but what he didn't know was, you left your underwear accidentally back at your ex-boyfriend's house after he left you desperate for his cock on the bathroom floor.

The feeling of his cock between your wet folds and his tip poking your clit every time you were sliding down is almost heavenly – sending jolts of pleasure down your spine, straight to your core.

"f-fuck", Jisung was almost whimpering.

He would think about how your cunt would feel around him every night, the real thing was so much better than everything he could've ever imagined.

Lips on his neck, his mouth slightly open. As you continue to rock your hips on his dick, you were sucking and biting his neck, leaving your marks on his soft skin – A little souvenir for him.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to be filled badly, you don't care who or what it was, as long as it would fill you nicely and Jisungs cock looked perfect for this job.

Slightly raising your hips you teased yourself with his red tip, before pushing it against your entrance and lowering yourself onto him.

The delicious stretch had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Jisung inclines the backrest of his seat to give you more space to move and him a more comfortable position, but as he does his cock slips deeper inside of you. Both of you caught off guard, moan in unison

You had better cock in your life but he felt like heaven inside you at this very moment.

You don't wanna be too mean, so you give him time to ground himself inside of you. Only circling your hips ever so slightly to get some friction.

The moment he reaches up to grop your clothed tits, is your sign to move.

You lift your hips, until only his tip is inside you and let yourself fall onto him. Jisung whines, grabbing your tit harder, just trying not to cum too early.

Your hard nipple caught between two of his fingers, trying to give you some pleasure in return, but he's gone already. He was drooling the moment your wet cunt made contact with his cock.

The only things leaving Jisungs mouth are choked noises and pretty whines and whimpers. You are now full-on fucking yourself on his cock, only looking out for your pleasure.

Both your heads are thrown back as you continuously fall on his cock. The only sound filling the car is your squelching cunt and the sounds of Jisungs choked-out moans.

The slight curve of his cock hits the spongy, sensitive spot within you so perfectly, feeling the pleasure at the tip of your toes. Your breathing starts to pick up as well, you're coming so close to your long-awaited release.

"shit, I'm cumming", Jisung warns you with a whiny whisper. You grin and continue your movements, speeding up. "P- Please, get down. I'm cumming" he repeats, this time his whine is louder.

You heard him, of course you did. Who could ignore all these cute sounds coming from him? But you want him to fill you, you need to be filled by his cum.

You start to suck and bite his earlobe, your heavy breaths directly on Jisungs ear. This gives him the rest and he shudders under you, painting your insides white. He holds onto you tight, trying to come down from his high.

Slowing your movements slightly, you fuck him through his orgasm. But after he's done, you don't stop. You continue seeking your own high. Jisung tries desperately to halt your hips, "Please stop - fuck, can't take more" his voice is weak and only a whimper. Still, you continue fucking yourself on his oversensitive dick, fucking his cum deeper into you.

You reach down to your clit, rubbing it vigorously. The contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves mixed with his cock hitting your deepest spots made you let out a loud noise from your throat.

The poor man under you is tossing and turning his head as you torture him with your soaking cunt. "You can take it. Only a bit more" you moan into his ear.

His eyes closed tightly, tears streaming down his face from the overstimulation you're putting him through. He looks so pretty all fucked out and crying.

After a few more plunges, your walls squeeze around his cock and you cum. halting your hips down, you rub your clit through your orgasm.

Your cunt squeezing and pulsing around him, before you finally lift yourself off of him, letting his poor abused cock fall out of you.

You crawl back to the passenger side, his cum trickling out of you onto the seat.

Minutes pass, Jisungs doesn't open his eyes. You give him some time to come down, his breathing still heavy.

Shortly after he opens his eyes, you lean over giving him a quick peck on the cheek, "Thanks for that, Ji". You open the door and get out "But I think I'm going back to his house".

Jisungs heavy eyes follow you as you light a new cigarette and vanish around the corner.

[vinylshifting]

ANSWERING THESE 70 QUESTIONS

(but my dr self!)

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Sure, they dont really care ehat i do so thats nice

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my girlfrienddd

03: Do you regret anything?

Moving to america wahh (even though it wasnt my choice)

04: Are you insecure?

not really

05: What is your relationship status?

taken <33

06: How do you want to die?

eithee in a super cool awesome way or at my own hands /hj

07: What did you last eat?

cant remember

08: Played any sports?

i like to play hockey sometimes

09: Do you bite your nails?

nope

10: When was your last physical fight?

cant remember

11: Do you like someone?

My girlfrienndd

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yep

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Annoying ppl at school

14: Do you miss someone?

Not really tbh

15: Have any pets?

yes! my cat elivera

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Tired

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Wouldnt you like to know

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Nope

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Maybe

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

What does that even mean bruh

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

sleep and play elden rings

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

NO

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

snake bites would be cool

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Anything science or music

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

nope, but maybe my friends from my hometown when i was little

26: What are you craving right now?

Some zaxbys

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

never

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Nope, my girlfriend is my first (and only) relationship

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

i dont think so

30: What’s irritating you right now?

School 100%

31: Does somebody love you?

My girlfriend

32: What is your favourite color?

Grey, any shade of grey

33: Do you have trust issues?

A tiny bit

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

Cant remember

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My online friend

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Sometimes

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forget

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I cherish every year

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

13??? maybe 14

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No, and never plan to

51: Favourite food?

SOUP 🔥🔥 any kind i love soup

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yes

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Probably jerk off scroll instagram reels

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No never

55: Are you mean?

I wouldnt say i am

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Idfk

57: Do you believe in true love?

Yes

58: Favourite weather?

RAIN, or cloudy days. i like the cold

59: Do you like the snow?

yes 100%

60: Do you wanna get married?

To my girlfriend yes

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Only when its my girlfriend

62: What makes you happy?

My friends, Alcohol, My girlfriend

63: Would you change your name?

No

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Nope

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Pepper spray, im locked in with my girl

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

Not really

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

My mom

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My girlfriend

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Yes

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

My girlfriend or my friends

(feel free to take this idea too!!)

[cross-word]

Poltergeist

Ethan Landry x male reader

The rain drops clashed with your dorms window, you jumped at every noise it didn’t help that you were a timid person already, after the ghostface killing you’ve gotten worse always staring at sounds that could be made by simple things dropping, you sat on your bed doing a project when you heard something like a door opening and shutting quickly.

“Y/N!” your roommate yelled throughout the dorm you jumped up and ran outside to see your roommate bleeding and the door banging you stared scared of what to do when she was pushed onto the floor by a force opening the door.

You saw boots first but soon their whole body was shown, you saw ghostface. your roommate yelled at you to run but couldn’t finish before the knife was jabbed into her throat you stared shitless at the scene in front of you.

You watched as ghostface stared at you like prey. You slowly reached for your door handles before swinging it open, closing it behind you and locking it.

You heard murmurs before hearing banging at your door. You reached for your phone to call 911 only to be interrupted by Ethan’s call to you, as quickly as your trembling fingers could go you declined the call and typed out 911 to be interrupted by Ethan again.

Having enough you picked it up to tell him what’s going on “LEAVE ME ALONE ETHAN GHOSTFACE IS TRYING TO KILL I'M TRYING TO CALL THE COPS WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING” you yelled at him to hear him breathing heavy.

“I’m sorry y/n but I only called you to distract you” he finished saying not long before your door got kicked open you stood motionless your friend just admitted to be working with the person that’s going to kill you.

Ghostface ran over hovering over you, you watched as the knife reached high in the air and went down on your chest you stared anywhere but ghostface feeling the knife go in and out slowly blacking out.

Ethan’s POV

I put the phone down knowing I just sent my best friend to his death. I stared at the wall, rethinking if I made the right choice, “good job Ethan” my dad told me “I knew you’d choose family” he said, patting my back but I felt nothing.

The only person I truly liked in that friend group is dead and it was my fault.

I went back to my apartment ignoring all the calls from Chad, Tara, and Anika. I laid in my bed the same bed me and y/n used to hang out on.

Before I knew it I passed out.

I opened my eyes to see a beautiful scenery, a field full of wheat blowing in the wind towards one direction, seeing a path start to form before my eyes.

At the end I see y/n dressed in his favourite hoodie and jeans I stared at him wondering why he was here as I jogged up to him he seemed to get farther without moving.

I watched as he opened his mouth but nothing came out.

It was obvious y/n was talking but it wasn’t coming through until he shut his mouth. When y/n voice finally registered to my ears “why did you kill me Ethan” I stared in shock, why did I kill him? “I, I, I don’t know” I told him looking back to not look at him but he was suddenly behind me.

He looked at me with his dead eyes like I was a piece of trash on the New York subway.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he asked. I could sense the anger in his voice. He wants vengeance for what I did to him.

In a blink of an eye we weren’t at the grasslands anymore I looked around we were in dirt well I was, y/n floated above the mud and dirt still staring at me like he hated my guts.

I watched him take step after step towards me, I yanked my feet off the ground and started to run. I ran for who knows how long feeling like the swamp was closing in on me. I felt like I was about to die.

I look behind me to see him no where he disappeared I turned back around to find him directly in front of me he tackled me onto the floor seeing the background changed into a abandoned movie theatre raising his hands I see the knife that started to form in his hand “HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I MADE YOU FEEL HOW I FELT” he yelled stabbing me again and again and again….until I woke up.

I stood up yelling and clutching my chest.

Chad rushed in “woah dude are you ok” I nod to him I look behind him to see y/n dead corpse looking into my eyes.

The next weeks leading up to our plan I saw him everywhere from behind me in the mirror to down the hallway from the corner of my eye. I haven't been able to sleep, when I do sleep I can only dream of him and it ends all the same me being stabbed over and over again.

I watched Tara dangle from the balcony of the theatre I watched as she fell letting me get a direct shot into her abdomen “GOTCHA” I yelled as she plunged into my throat I pushed back crawling backwards away.

Only for her to reach me “now die a fucking virgin” she says before stabbing me repeatedly in the chest I look away from her to see y/n watching me with dead eyes for the first time since I started seeing him he got closer so close that he was next to my ear.

“You can go to hell asshole” he said before the final plunge hit me in the heart.

[imnotjaesblog]

You, Who Brought Heaven

Starring: Kim Doyoung

Part Two of Five of the Favorite Series.

Loosely based on the Song Favorite (Vampire) by Nct 127.

Genre: Vampires, Doyoung is a Prince, Mention of Poly relationships, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Smut, and Fluff

Warning: Blood.

11k Words

MINORS DO NOT READ!

He watched through the window of Jaehyun's study. It was around six o'clock in the morning when you lay your head. You had paced back and forth in your bedroom all night. Soaked from the rain you showered and changed into more comfortable clothes. You continued to pace the room making your way downstairs to check the lock. Doyoung knew it would be hard gaining your trust but he had to try. You were his last hope.

He tapped his finger on his chin as he paced the empty study. Different potions in vials and bottles on selves. The easiest solution to this plan would be to have you drink a love potion and you'd become so in love with him that you'd become obsessed. But he'd never do that. He wanted you to love him for who he is and what he is. Of course, you couldn't love a monster, no one could. But maybe you could learn to like him, and maybe just maybe fall in love with him if he did his best.

He had spent the whole night coming up with different plans to woah you. When his fingers tapped his lips he remembered the brief kiss you two shared before he told you what he is. He smiled feeling the softness of his lips letting his eyes shut for a moment as he pictured your lips on his. It was truly magical. No spell in the world could give him the euphoric feeling you gave him yesterday after the kiss you shared. He knew you had only done it because of what he is. Naturally, like everyone else, you were drawn to him, a symptom of the disease he carried in his body. But he'd like to think you did it because he desired him.

"That's it." he snapped his fingers. He had finally come up with a plan to gain your trust. It may not work but he had to try. His efforts would certainly not go to waste. He collected his things and marched out of Jaehyun's study. He continued marching down the hall to the large steps leading to the main floor. He skipped down the stairs watching as two staff walked over to him. One opened a case of sunglasses putting them on Doyoung's head shielding his eyes. The other put on his jacket fixing it as rolled up his sleeves. Then Irene appeared from the corner holding a black umbrella. Doyoung smiled as he fixed the front of his jacket. "This plan will work. I know it will," He said taking the umbrella from Irene. She widened her eyes rarely ever showing emotions but the sudden act caught her off guard.

"Do not fret my dear Irene. I will handle myself and follow through with my plan alone. It would be better that way I assumed," he said walking past her to the large doors of the manor. Two staff opened them exposing the sun that began to rise in the West. He hummed opening the umbrella and stepping outside. It wasn't a long walk to your house and surely you were up by now.

You were beginning to wake up at the sound of your cat, Lucy meowing. Her tiny paws patted your face lightly hitting your skin. She meowed getting louder each time waking you up. You squinted your eyes at the sunlight that appeared through your window. You jolted awake looking around to see that you were safe in your bedroom. You stood up pulling your curtains shut just before checking seeing nobody watching you from the window. You sighed in contempt and made your way to the bathroom. Just as you finished brushing your teeth your doorbell rang. The small ring makes you jump. Ever since last night, you've been completely on edge, and rightfully so. You had survived a trio of vampires in less than an hour, the timing was pretty impressive the situation not so much, at least to you.

The toothbrush still hung in your mouth as the doorbell rang again. You shut the water off and placed your toothbrush inside the container near your sink. You dried off your mouth and hands exiting the bathroom. Wearing your slippers you walked downstairs quietly making sure to not make a sound. What if one of them came back? What if they can hear you breathing? You asked yourself. You covered your hand over your mouth and made your way to your peephole. Your eyes widened in fear seeing a man standing outside carrying an umbrella. It has to be one of them. You looked again seeing him reach for the doorbell. He let out a sigh.

"Y/n I know you behind the door. Please do not be afraid," He said placing a hand on the door but didn't knock. "I just want to explain myself to you, but first I really want you to trust me," He said letting his head fall. The sun began to rise higher in the sky. Doyoung was running out of time. The umbrella wouldn't protect his whole body for long. He began to panic his leg shaking as he turned to the door.

"Y/n I know you are frightened by us, but please let me make sense of this," He said a slight plea in his tone. You gulped holding your hand above the lock. "How can I trust you?" you asked. His head perked up at the sound of your voice. "If I wanted to cause you harm don't you think I would have done it when I saw you two years ago? Or when we were alone in the garden?" He asked eyes on your door. He could feel the sun starting to rise but he held on. He needed you to trust him, even in the slightest.

"Y/n I know you do not trust us now. You have every right to. I deceived you long enough and I chose to not do so anymore. You deserve the truth and I want to give that to you," He said honestly. He looked towards the sun that sat brightly in the sky. "Also if you do not open the door I will burn," He said. You chew your lip. Can you trust him? He had a point he would have killed you if he wanted to. But maybe he just liked toying with his food. While that didn't seem like Doyoung you also just found out he's a vampire, so most things didn't seem like Doyoung anymore. Lucy rested at your ankles rubbing her head against you. Usually, if Lucy sensed danger she'd hiss but she was perfectly fine. You trusted her and her sense. With a final breath, you opened the door exposing an exhausted Doyoung who collapsed the minute the door swung open.

Pieces of his jacket burned through and red patches on his skin. You gasped holding your hand over your mouth. Doyoung had fallen to the side on his face. His foot tripped over a rock placed near your door as he went to turn to leave. You reached down pulling him inside with all the strength you had. You gritted your teeth as you pulled him inside and brought him to your well-cleaned first-floor bathroom.

You couldn't believe this. Carrying a weak vampire through your living room into your bathroom. You placed him on the ground gently sure to not hit his head. You opened the bathroom door dragging him inside. He grunted opening his eyes slightly. "Y/n…?" he asked adjusting to the room. You placed your hands on your hips. "I don't exactly know how to help you. I've never dealt with this kind of issue b before," Your eyes followed down his face to his legs then back up. He shook his head standing up. He waved his hand and then dusted himself off the floor. "I'll be fine," He went to walk out, and you winched seeing the burns on his back.

"Doyoung your back is…" The words died on your tongue as the marks began to heal. You shook your head following him out to the living room. He sat on a nearby chair letting out a huff. "Your back is healed," You said wide eyes standing behind him to see the wounds that hadn't even left a scar. You reached out to touch his back but pulled your hand back. "It is alright. You can touch me," He said. You chewed your lip slowly letting your hand draw closer. The tips of your fingers hovered over a spot on his lower back where one of the larger burns used to be. Your warm fingers touched it feeling the coolness of his back.

"It doesn't hurt, right?" you asked touching his cold back. He shook his head not moving an inch away from you. "Not at all," he responded enjoying your warm touch on his back. You pulled your hand back moving to stand in front of him. He fixed his posture no longer slouching in his seat. "You wanted to explain everything to me, so go ahead. But I can't promise I won't freak out or ask a lot of questions," you said avoiding his eyes. He smiled nodding his head pieces of his dark hair falling. He removed his sunglasses to get a better look at your face still swollen from the early morning. You rubbed your eyes still trying to function after a few hours of sleep.

"I fully understand," he said. "I do not wish to scare you with my explanation, please feel free to stop me when you need a break," He said. His words made you nervous. How intense was his story that it might scare you? You sat down next to him your body facing his. Your arm landed on the table leaning on it. You sighed nodding ready for him to explain.

"So you are a prince?" you asked. He nodded, "Yes. Well maybe not anymore, it's been quite a long time," he said. You nodded poking the inside of your mouth with your tongue. You were taking in every detail you could get. "Why did you move next door to me?" You asked. "It can't be because you're a fan. I didn't see my book in your manor," You said proud of yourself for having such a sharp eye. He chuckled ruffling his hair. "I suppose I will be honest with you if I want you to trust me," he said. "Me and my brothers having been searching for a cure," he said. You squinted your eyes, your brows furrowed. "A cure? You're sick? How you're a vampire," You asked.

He sighed "This is a disease that we have. It's a curse in disguise of a blessing. Its saved many lives including my own but only temporarily. What we become when we drink the blood of the infected human is evil. A monster in human disguise. I mean we can live forever, indeed. However we die every day we can not live or die," he said his teeth gritting. His head fell remembering all the pain he's been through and caused in his long empty life. "We will forever appear young too and healthy too. We can not catch any illness, not even a common cold. We can not freeze or burn unless we are in the sun. Only the moon knows what I've done," he said the last part to himself.

"What does that have to do with me? I don't have a cure to reverse you if that's what you're looking for," you said beginning to feel comfortable with the way Doyoung was not only staring at you but hinting you were a 'cure' to a disease he and his brothers shared. He shook his head taking your hands in his. "But you do dear Y/n. You hold rare blood in your veins. Blood purer than a virgin in a white dress," he said a hungry look in his eyes. You quickly pulled your hands away from his cold grip. He realized his aggressiveness and placed his hands on his lap.

He bowed his head to you. "Forgive me, please. I have gotten a little too excited," he said keeping his head down to you. You rubbed your hands together to keep warm. You nodded watching as he slowly picked his head back up. "It's alright just control yourself," he nodded fixing his jacket. "Yes my apologize I seem to have forgotten myself," he apologized again. Silence fell upon the two of you. Doyoung waiting for you to speak so that he could speak. "About the cure," You said waiting for him to get to the point. You were starting to become frustrated with the lack of explanation he was giving. He nodded, "Right right, I'm sorry," he apologized again.

"Stop apologizing," you said stopping him with your hand.

"I'm sorry- I mean," he huffed collecting his thoughts. "I wasn't lying when I said we were fans. We went to New York when you held a book signing. He each purchased a book, you probably don't remember us. You sighed mine first, then Jaehyun's and lastly you had signed Yuta's. He was the one that smelled you, accidentally sometimes we can't help ourselves. He told us your scent was different, one he had only smelled once before in his life," he said. You became a lot more interested in what he was saying really paying attention to each detail.

"He spoke of a friend who bit the neck of a woman one late night outside of a pub. The pub had fallen silent at the sight of her body falling to the hard ground. The next morning he become a mortal man again," He said hopeful. "He died only a few short years after and never walked the Earth again," he said. Your eyes widened shaking your head. "So not only do you want to die. You want to bite me?!" you said stepping out of your chair and back from him. He shook his head coming towards you. "No no, do not be mistaken," he said pausing his steps. "We do not want to bite you, I mean if you'd let us we would but we will not. Just a drop of your blood will turn us mortal again," he said in an attempt to persuade you. You shook your head still confused. "And then you die?" you asked.

"Only of natural causes," he said. You let out a sigh, "And you want my help," He nodded biting the side of his lip, "More than anything," he said.

"You are our last hope," he said a plea in his tone this time.

"Just a drop of blood?" you asked. He nodded the feeling of hope bubbling up through his throat. “Well yes but you can not just pour it for us to drink,” he said. “Then how does it work?” You asked. “There is an incantation that must be said in order for the transition to work,” he said tapping the table. “Jaehyun knows the spell. He will be the one to perform the transition,” he said. “And all I have to do is give some blood?” You asked again just to make sure. He nodded “Precisely,” he responded. “And this transition will make you human,” you said and he nodded again. “From monster to man,” he said.

He had waited decades, centuries for this moment. Finding a person who smelled of the purest blood gifted by God herself. You were the key to their life. The completion of a never-ending cycle, to live and die. The disease had disobeyed the rules of God and Doyoung no longer wanted to go against her rules and instead live like a man and die like one, like his brothers.

"You do not have to rush," He said reassuring you of a decision you hadn't even made yet. "Besides I want you to hear their stories before you gift me anything," he said bowing his head to you. Still at a loss for words you stuttered. Your mind went blank for a moment. Something still felt off, a missing piece to this puzzle. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask any questions. Your mind is foggy and your train of thought is lost. You decided against it for the time being and continued to ask Doyoung questions that didn't regard blood-sucking or biting. Instead of learning about different parts of history.

Doyoung was more than pleased to answer all of your questions.

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Weeks Later…

You had began to spend more time with Doyoung not as afraid of him anymore. He had turned out to be a real gentleman and was treated like a princess. Which could be because of his past or your magic blood. Whatever the case was it didn't bother you. It was nice to have someone treat you the way you deserve.

"So tell me again, what does this do?" he asked pointing to your microwave. You chuckled snorting in the mix. Embarrassed you covered your face with your hand. You had never done that but his question seemed too silly to you. The man has been around for more decades than the Revolutionary War and didn't know what a microwave was. He laughed beside you dressed down for the first time since you've begun spending time together. He always wore slacks and dress shoes. Nice blazers with a black undershirt. He also smelled amazing (Which hasn't changed). Now he wore jeans for the first time ever since you bought them for him after celebrating the launch of your second book. You had a party for the release and wanted him to dress more casually which he complied to do, his brothers teasing him in the mix.

"Okay okay," you calmed yourself down. "It heats up your food faster than a stove," you said walking off to grab a bag of popcorn. "Watch," you said placing the bag inside and clicking the popcorn button. He watched in amazement. He couldn't believe such a small machine could possibly cook anything, but it did. He jumped at the small pops of kernels that became popcorn. "How peculiar," he said as the beep went off indicating the time had ended. You pulled the bag out of the microwave careful not to burn yourself. You poured it into a nearby bowl. Doyoung watched with wide eyes as popcorn began to spill into the bowl.

"So," you began as you threw away the empty bag. "How come you don't know about a microwave or toaster ovens?" you asked walking into the living room. Doyoung followed behind you. You sat on the couch pouring two glasses of wine. The bottle sat on the coffee table with two wine glasses. Doyoung sat down beside you. "Well, the eras ended for me when we reached the forties. I traveled more than anyone and decided it was time to rest. I guess I was resting for too long," he said. "Jaehyun a sorcerer, a much more modern term would be a scientist. My brother never grew tired of exploring. He would tell Yuta and I of the new trinkets he'd find in his searches," He smiled at the memories of him and his brothers using Jaehyun's findings throughout their lives.

"Wait wait wait" you paused Doyoung whose smile began to fade from the happy memories. He returned back to reality at the sound of your voice. He turned his face to you slightly craning his neck. "Yes?" he asked you. "Jaehyun is a wizard?" you had to make sure you had heard that clearly. A sorcerer on a mission around the world. Doyoung chuckled shaking his head. He fixed his body to face yours. Your elbow held your head up, leaning on the couch. Doyoung picked one leg up laying it flat on your couch relaxing in his seat. "Jaehyun is a scientist to today's standards. He's a brilliant man with decades of work to prove it. He's been to many different colleges as well, Harvard, Yale, MIT, Stanford, Columbia, Cambridge, Oxford, and so many others. He's changed his identity many times to attend so many different schools," he said sounding proud of his young brother.

"And what about you?" you asked. Doyoung had talked about his brothers most of the time. You were curious about him. You had only known of his transformation but nothing of his past, before he became what he is and what he did after. "Me?" he questioned. Doyoung had never been asked about himself. His past didn't allow him to be in a position of weakness. "Yes, you. I'd like to know more about you," you said lightly touching his arm. He blushed at the light, warm touch of your fingers.

He cleared his throat feeling a small pit form in his stomach. What was this feeling? He had never felt this kind of knot in his throat and a ball in his stomach. He stood up clenching his throat with his hand. "If you excuse me, I must use the restroom," he said excusing himself and walking towards your bathroom not too far from the living room.

Odd you thought. How odd Doyoung is sometimes. Maybe he had gotten nervous to speak to you. You thought as you waited for him to come back. You smiled playing with the ends of your shirt. You knew Doyoung liked you. It was obvious, practically written on his face. When you heard the sink turn off you looked away from the bathroom door you didn't know you were watching. Doyoung returned taking a sip of his wine once he sat down. "I apologize Y/n, I didn't mean to be so abrupt with my exit," he said fixing his shirt. You shook your head, "It's alright. But I want you to know you do not have to be nervous," you said placing your hand over his. He looked down at your hand then glanced up looking into your eyes.

You felt the same feeling again that you had felt the night before. The night you kissed Doyoung with no thought of consequence in mind. You felt that same feeling rising in you again. Your hand slowly creeps up his forearm. Doyoung gulped watching your hand crawl gently up his skin. "Y/n," he tried to call, to warn you of the dangers of this leading any further. He tried to warn himself as well to control his body and mind. He smells enticing, sweet, and nostalgic. And you to him smelled fresh and young, your blood sweet. He knew he couldn't have you that way. The power you held over his body, he'd lose his mind in a matter of seconds. He touched your hands pulling you back. "Y/n," he warned himself again. He sighed slightly squeezing your hands in his grip. "I haven't…" he let the words fall off his tongue. "Nevermind," he shook his head. He turned away from you embarrassed. You followed him touching his shoulders. "What's wrong?" you asked concerned for him. His face turned red from what you could see.

"You asked me about me and I'd like to tell you," he said sending you a smile. You nodded sitting back in your seat. He followed your body and relaxed next to yours. "As you know I was a prince for a large part of my life. I was taught how to fight, serve and protect so that I could become king. The woman I married I had never met before. I did not love her, but the throne needed an air. I was convinced the late queen and she gave birth to a son. I grew ill shortly after his birth of a cold my body not yet advanced enough to fight. Yuta as you know transitioned me. Years later I searched for my son. The throne no longer mattered it me, honestly it never did. I just wanted to make sure he was taken care of. The queen had passed on and my son was alone. I felt sorry for him until I saw the beautiful woman on his arm. He became king and found his queen. Having many children surrounding them," He smiled a tear forming in his eye. You handed him a tissue to wipe his tears. "He had a love match and I couldn't be more happy for him. My son didn't need me and even though I watched him from afar, I knew he was okay,"

"Is that why death doesn't bother you?" you asked. "Not only was your son taken care of. Through him you can still live forever," Doyoung smiled nodding his head. You understood him better than his brothers did at this moment. "Before you passed you had a son. he carried out your line passing it on through his children and their children. As long as the Kim line lives, you live forever," you said feeling hopeful for Doyoung. "Precisely," he said a smile evident on his face.

"Why were you so nervous before?" you asked. He sighed, "I never shy away from speaking of my son. Most women do not want to date a man with a child," he said. You didn't mind even if his son was with him. Doyoung was a good man and that's what mattered most to you. He is sweet, such a gentleman, and nice to look at. Doyoung smiled, he could hear the thoughts in your mind. He decided not to tell you so as to not ruin the moment. "Doyoung," you said just above a whisper touching his hand. "Yes?" he asked his voice beginning to fall. "Do you remember the night before when I kissed you," you asked a teasing undertone in your voice. You batted your eyelashes at him. "Yes," he responded swallowing hard. That same lingering feeling appeared in your mind and stomach. Doyoung holding you in a trance like Yuta had the night you danced at the ball for hours. Why couldn't your mind calm when they were around you? They hadn't cast a love spell on you. So why was he so enticing? You were losing sense in his presence.

"Y/n before we continue I must warn you of something," he said his eyes falling shut. You kissed his neck and jaw slowly letting your tongue longer over his sweet spot. He let out an earthy moan as your lips touched and sucked on his skin. He warned himself to be gentle with you. He was much more powerful than you were and could kill you if he wasn't careful about his strength. If he were a mortal man he could have let you do your worse with him. Use his body in any way you desired, to please yourself. But being a vampire created a much more intense scene for the two of you. "I am very, uh…" You sucked a little harder on his skin. "Stronger than the average man and I know you desire men because of what I am but I do not think I can continue. I would be more than angry with myself If I hurt you-" He was hushed by you. Doyoung's eyes were still fluttered shut. Long lash faintly resting on his flushed cheeks.

He slowly opened his eyes lips pursed. "Y/n…I want to, I really do but I would feel better if you were my lady before we moved forward," he confessed. You thought about it, about him. You nodded sending him a gorgeous smile. "If you want me to be yours, I will. I like you a lot Doyoung, even if I'm still shocked about you being a vampire. I would not mind spending time with you," you responded to his confession. You aspected him to be thrilled, to kiss you even. Instead, he stood up shaking his head. You stood up beside him touching his shoulder. He brushed you off taking your hands and gently placing them back down. "Y/n I am not the only one to desire you," he said his head facing down. You raised a brow pulling your hands away from him.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. He sighed shameful in his confession. He had never shared a woman with his brothers. They had never even spoken about it until now. "My brothers they have their hearts set on you as well," he said the truth spilling from his tongue. You shook your head but were not surprised by his words. Instead, you chuckled "I had my suspicions Doyoung," you said. he lifted his head raising his brows. "What?" he questioned. You picked up your glass of wine taking a sip. You sat back on the couch Lucy jumping into your lap. She curled up as you pet her softly, purring against your stomach.

"I'm not stupid Doyoung. I knew your brothers were into me the minute I saw you all watching me through the window," you said. Doyoung turned to face you still shocked by your words. "You knew of us?" he asked. You shook your head. "I knew someone was watching me, I didn't know who and when you showed up to my door to deliver one mask on the night of the ball I knew," Doyoung scoffed rubbing his temples. He blushed chuckling to himself. He covered his lips his smile only peering through when his hands would move. "Was I that obvious?" he asked. He didn't even try to hide it. There was no point in doing so. You already knew of his and his brother's feelings for you. There so no point in hiding or holding back anymore.

He sat down on the couch beside you his eyes on you. "Doyoung I want you and if you want me you can have me too," the tone in your voice had changed. Your words lingered with a hint of tease. Doyoung no longer wanted to be held under control. The temptation that flowed through the room he could no longer withstand. He is whole life followed the orders of others, including his older brothers. Tonight he no longer wanted to follow his rules and decided he even wanted to break his own. "Y/n" he called. "May I kiss you?" he asked. You smiled leaning closer to him. "You may do more than just kiss me," you responded. Doyoung wasted no time capturing his lips with yours. His hand find the back of your head holding you in his arm. The other lay on you respectively on the couch. You sighed pulling him closer to you wrapping your arms around his neck drawing his lips as close as you could. Your tongue poked his lips and he moved his mouth your tongue slipping past his heart-shaped lips. “Doyoung don’t be afraid I can handle it,” you said against his lips. You looked deeply into his eyes his lips coded with a shade of red. “Are you sure?” He had to ask just to make sure you didn’t change your mind.

You nodded biting your lip. Your eyes move away from his and to his lips. He growled lifting you off the couch and carrying you in his lean arms. “Where is your bedroom?” He asked lips dangerously close to yours. Man, you smelled so sweet to him. He wanted to rip you apart right there, so he did. He placed you down pushing you up against the wall. Your head fell rather hard from his force. You didn’t mind though to lose in the moment to break away.

He kissed your lips roughly, kissing down your jaw and neck. Your blood ran slightly cold when his tongue licked over your neck. Doyoung sensed it immediately and stepped back. “Y/n I promise I will not bite you,” he said sternly but a calm undertone in his voice. You nodded deciding to trust him. “You can bite me, just don’t take too much,” you said. Doyoung’s eyes glowed at the thought of sucking his teeth into you. He licked his lips, he wondered if you tasted as sweet as you smelled.

“You wouldn’t mind?” He asked wanting to hear your words of consent again. You nodded tilting your head to the side. He leaned forward lips hovering over your sweetest spot. “I must warn you Y/n,” his voice had dropped a couple of octaves. His eyes changed color as your scent grew lingering under his nose. He was so close he could practically taste you. His brothers would envy him if they knew what he was about to do to you. “It is very intimate. It will hurt at first for you but it will soon become pleasurable. It will feel good for us both just differently,” he said. “How so?” You asked. He chuckled darkly. “Well you’d be feeding me,” he licked his lips. He brought his index finger from your neck drawing small circles on the spot and moved down your chest. “You feel a shock throughout your body and you're a tickle in your nerves, including,” his hand palmed you outside your leggings. You moaned still staring at him, his eyes a normal brown.

“Here,” he said licking his teeth like a hungry dog. His eyes had changed to black. “I promise you I will be gentle,” He launched forward kissing you again, and moved his way down to your neck. His fangs spurted out as he sank them inside you. Your head fell back eyes falling shut. You felt the pinch in your neck, similar to when you move your head the wrong way and your nerve pinches you. You squeezed your eyes shut fists forming into small balls. Your knuckles turned white from the grip you held.

Then it changed. Your fist fell and your mouth fell open. Your eyes fluttered open to see Doyoung launched into your neck. You turned away closing your eyes again letting out an earthy moan. A sound you had never made before. You no longer felt his teeth, your mind falling into pure bliss. You felt the shock and then the tickle throughout your body. He groaned repeatedly against your skin. His hips rutted into the air. Your blood is a true delicacy. It was more than sweet it was gratifying. He felt drunk off your blood, especially when you began to moan above him once the pinch had faded away.

You started to feel tired. Doyoung was still sucking you below. “Doyoung,” you whispered patting his shoulder. You had, had enough of this and started to feel doozy. “Doyoung!” You said a little louder. He was instantly pulled off by the sound of your voice. Your blood was evident on the sides of his mouth. He wiped his lips with his tongue humming at the taste of you. He stepped away handing you a glass of water. You drank the entire thing feeling your body return to its normal state. He hadn’t taken too much so your recovery was short-lived.

“Apologies if I hurt you. Here,” he placed a bandage on your neck. “Will I be like you?” You asked. He shook his head, “No I only took but did not give,” he said smiling. You nodded smiling as well.

“Now let me give you what you deserve,” he said catching your attention. He picked you up again smiling as he looked into your eyes. “Your bedroom?” You pointed to the stairs and he effortlessly carried you up to your bedroom. (His strength on of his abilities as a vampire). He kicked open the door placing you on your bed. He removed his jacket from his arms placing it on a nearby reading chair. You smiled seeing his lean arms on display. The black t-shirt is tight around his biceps. The veins on his forearm are displayed to you as well. He stepped closer kneeling on your bed. His hands formed two fists on either side of your body. He leaned down kissing you and you held his face kissing him back.

You sat up pulling over a shirt over his head. His eyes widened at your chest, even though covered with a bra he couldn’t help but blush. “You are beautiful,” he compliments eyes moving your body to your eyes. He leaned forward capturing your lips. “Wait,” he said. “What?” You asked. He stood up walking over to the window. He shut the curtain making sure his brothers could not see you like this. You chuckled rolling your eyes playfully.

He walked back pulling his shirt over his head. Your fingers danced on his chest smiling as you leaned in for another heated kiss. He pulled you closer kissing down your neck. He kissed the bandaid on your neck softly then moved to your collarbone. His skillful fingers found the back of your bra removing it from your skin. He placed it on the side moving to your leggings. During your heated kiss, you bit his button lip pulling it with your teeth when he tried to pull away. Doyoung growled an animal-like growl. His hands were on either side of your leggings as he stopped them apart. Your eyes widened seeing the black fabric in his hands. He blinked a couple of times lost. “Doyoung-“

“I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he said. You shook your head feeling the wetness pool in your panties. His chest heaved up and down as he looked over at you. You pulled your panties down and he dropped the ripped fabric to the side. He licked his lips taking hold of your underwear and ripping those too. He threw them away roughly spreading your legs open. He licked a long stride on your slit. You moaned watching as he tasted you. He made another lick and then another seeing you frustrated from the teasing. He could not have you unsatisfied now. He used his fingers to spread your lips. His mouth finds your clit sucking and licking on the bundle of nerves.

Your head fell back hand reaching down to grip onto his long black hair. He brought his other arm around your waist holding you down so you wouldn’t squirm away like you had. He pulled you back down forcefully holding you still. “Fuck,” you cursed at his abuse. His head shook vigorously his tongue flicking the nub. His tongue inching closer to your wet dripping hole. His tongue was at your entrance licking around the hole as his fingers played with your clit. “Fuck Doyoung please,” you begged. He chuckled a smirk on his face. His tongue moved inside your hole fucking you with the wet organ.

You rutted your hips against your face when his tongue moved to your clit again fingers finding their way inside you. Pumping in and out of you at an unholy speed. Fingers curved gracing your Gspot over and over. He was eating deliciously and it made you think you should have let him do it sooner. The man had many gifts and this was definitely one of them. Doyoung smirked at your thoughts. He was more than pleased to make you feel the utmost deserved pleasure. He wondered if Jeno could have made you feel this good then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten bored of him.

You felt your climax approaching. Your pussy clenching around Doyoung’s fingers. He couldn’t wait for you to clench around his cock like that. His hips fucking into your mattress. He felt himself grow hard the minute you let him bite you. The moment was very pleasurable for him. He groaned again thinking of your sweet taste. “Baby cum for me please so that I may taste you again,” he said bringing you to your end. You came all over his mouth feeling his tongue lick you up dry. He licked his lips and sucked on his fingers. He removed his jeans tossing them away. He pulled his boxer slightly down to pull out his dick. He gathered some of your wetness in his hand fisting himself with your juice.

The sight was dirty and hot. You brought your fingers down your clit as you watched him please himself with your cum mixing with his pre cum. Doyoung was never like this in bed. He was a gentle lover, never fucking just making love. But with you, he wanted to do everything. He wanted to make love to you just as much as he wanted to fuck you. You didn’t care what he did as long as he fucked you. You thought for a moment about Jeno. Jeno never made you feel this good. At the beginning of your relationship, he had. He was a good lover until you both started to slip away. He became lazy and bored. You were desperate for release but couldn’t cum when he touched you. It was truly horrible.

“Don’t think of him,” Doyoung said catching you off guard. “What?” You asked. He crawled towards you hovering tall above you. He shook his head slowly. “Do not think of him,” he said a hint of anger in his tone. He wasn’t mad at you, he was annoyed with Jeno. Such a sorry excuse for a man he thought. He hated he didn’t treat you well, the way you deserved to be treated, not worshipped. He also didn’t want you to think of him when he was about to fuck you. “How did you,”

“I can hear you, my love. I’ve always heard you,” he said coming closer to your lips. You knew vampires held abilities but you had only seen a few vampire movies and in the movies, not all could read minds! I guess the movies lied to you. You shook your head thinking of all the things Doyoung has probably heard. “Don’t worry I don’t listen to everything. Just right now I could hear you,” he said finishing his journey. “Desire me Y/n and I can give you the world,” he said. “Think of me and I can promise you the stars,” he said looking deeply into your eyes. His eyes began to turn yellow. You looked deeply into it and nodded.

“Doyoung I desire you,” you said and he smiled. He blinked and his eyes turned back to brown. You shook your head blinking a couple of times. You looked up seeing him again. He grabbed the back of your head kissing you passionately. He pulled his boxers all the way down aligning himself at your entrance. You didn’t have to worry about a condom. Doyoung can not get you pregnant and he also can not carry any disease. You are clean but even if you did have something he could not carry it. (You should still be clean though & him). He inched himself inside you looking into your irises.

He moaned as he looked down seeing himself inch further inside you. Once he sat comfortably in your velvet walls he waited for you to be ready. You tapped his shoulder and he began to move ding ding a rhythm that was perfect for the two of you. Once you both found it he thrust harder. You moaned aloud holding onto his biceps that flex under your grasp. His eyes looked back into yours as he fucked into you. Groans and cursing slipped from his lips his jaw slack. You squeezed around him arching your back off the bed. He gritted his teeth squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fuck Doyoung,” you moaned as he pulled you forward. You sat on his dick riding him chasing your own high. His hands found their way from your breast to your hips. He grinds you again with this cock. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. You looked so powerful so glorious sitting so high above him. He looked at you like you were his queen. He would do anything you asked. He would bow to you with the utmost respect and would feel his heart leap if all you did was spare him a glance because a glance in his direction let him believe he was important. But now seeing you use him for your own pleasure riding him to your liking all he could do was enjoy. So thankful to be in your presence. Thankful that you desire him just as much as he desires you.

“Fuck,” you cursed again. Doyoung sat forward molding your bodies together. You could feel the sweat beads form on your forehead falling down your body. Doyoung’s cool body helped with the added heat to yours. He hadn’t broken a sweat. “Doyoung please,” you begged. He was still being too sweet, like you’d break. He shook his head, he couldn’t let himself go. “Doyoung,” you begged again. You squeezed around him and he choked on a moan throwing your body down. Your head hit the pillow and he pulled out.

He pumped it into his hand. “You want me to he rough? Find I’ll give it to you,” he said ramming himself into at an incredible speed. The headboard slammed against the wall hard. The bed creaked so loud poor Lucy became worried downstairs. He fucked your hard and fast his hips slapping against yours. The sound of skin slapping and wet sounds filled the room. He brought his hands to your hips drilling into you. “Cum for me love. Show me how good I make you feel,” he groaned feeling you squeeze again. Just as you neared your climax you felt the bed fall from underneath you. Your body jerked eyes widened but the shock went away replaced with sweet release.

“That’s it, my love. Cum for me,” he coaxed rubbing circles around your clit with his fingers. Doyoung’s orgasm not far from yours he fucked into you harder. Picture frames on the wall began to fall to the ground. Your phone fell off the bedside table. He fucked you deeper into the mattress, your head pressing into the pillow. Your back began to hurt but you felt your third orgasm approaching and had no strength to tell him to stop. He leaned forward so hovering against yours. His brown but quick to black with a blink of an eye.

“Can I release in you?” He still had to ask you. After all, he’s still a gentleman. You nodded furiously holding onto his arm. He rubbed your clit again knowing how close you were. He released inside you painting your insides white. He slipped out of you falling onto the bed. He laid flat and forcefully pulled you closer spreading your legs. He fucked you with his tongue wasting no time with teasing. He made sure you were going to cum. He continued his assault while you raised from the bed. The pleasure is too much to handle, especially with Doyoung’s eagerness to get you off. Once you finally came Doyoung slipped out of your chest heaving.

Your chest heaved too. So exhausted you passed out. When you finally woke you noticed the change of scene. You rubbed your eyes adjusting to the darkness. You were in Doyoung’s bedroom alone. When you looked down you noticed you were wearing a shirt that wasn’t yours. You felt around looking for your phone. You found it on the bedroom nightstand. When you picked it up you saw it was the next day, the middle of the night. You sat up eyes widened in the slightest. Doyoung wasn’t in his room. You stood up feeling a pair of socks on your feet. You looked down, they were yours. You went to walk towards the door but fell.

“What the?…” you questioned. You tried to lift yourself from the ground but failed. You looked towards the open window seeing the night sky. You had also seen a chair. You dragged yourself to the chair allowing it to help you up. During your mission to stand you hadn’t heard the door open then close. Footsteps however caught your attention. The steps belonged to Doyoung who held a glass in his hand. He smiled placing it down then came to your side. He was dressed in a silk robe with slippers on his feet. He sat you down on his bed rubbing the small of your back.

He leaned forward handing you the hot cup of tea. “How are you feeling?” He asked watching as you sipped the tea. “Tired,” you said chuckling. Your half-opened eyes looked over at Doyoung. He had a glow to him, and it wasn’t just from the fire. He looked different, more alive. “What?” He questioned when your stares lingered for longer than you hoped. You shook your head, “Nothing I just think you're pretty,” you said. He gushed turning away. He cleared his throat fixing himself. “You are pretty. I am not pretty,” he said but you turned him to face you. “You are Doyoung. You are pretty,” you said sincerely Doyoung went to speak but was cut off.

“How cute,” Yuta said by the door. He stepped inside causing Doyoung to sigh. Yuta sat on the cause near the window close to Doyoung’s bed holding his own glass in his hand. “Relax brother I won’t be long just to send our dear Y/n the news,” he said smirking at his brother than you.

“What news?” You asked looking from Doyoung to him. He shrugged playing with the rim of the glass. “Your bed is broken thanks to Doyoung so we are letting you stay with us,” he said sipping the glass. You sat back placing the tea down. “You just assumed I’d stay here?” You questioned Yuta. He brought the tea down nodding. “I mean yes we can provide you with anything you need. Besides everyone else you know is too far,” he said. You glared at him. He was right. Everyone else was too far away from you and everything you needed was right across the street. Even though you could just sleep on your couch or the guest bedroom it would be nice to spend more time with Doyoung and maybe even his other brothers.

Yuta smirked bringing the cup back to his lips. “So it’s settled you’ll stay here until your bed is fixed,” he said. You looked over at Doyoung who smiled. “You may stay in my room if you’d like,” he offered taking your hand in his. He played with your knuckles tickling the skin. You giggled hiding your face. Doyoung chuckled as well, he adored you. “I hope you like it,” Yuta said cutting the moment short.

“Like what?” You asked. Yuta chuckled standing up and walking towards the door. “You're wearing my shirt baby,” he said before walking out and closing the door behind him. You widened your eyes attempting to take the shirt off out of respect for Doyoung. You thought too, if he was the one that put it on you, he probably saw you naked. That made you remove it even faster. Doyoung stopped you shaking his head. “He didn’t see you,” he assured you. “And secondly I thought it was mine, he must have switched them,” he said letting the fabric fall. You sighed rubbing your eyes and letting out a yawn.

You were glad Yuta hadn’t seen you topless but thought it was rude of him to just switch shirts. Did he not respect his brother? Doyoung seemed to always act differently around him. He spoke less and kept his head down. He avoided frustrating or making Yuta angry. Could there be a hidden rivalry between them? Is Jaehyun also sacred of his brother? So many questions with no answers. However, you kept a note in your mind, to watch what you saw around Yuta. You didn’t know what could set him off.

“Are you tired?” Doyoung asked taking you out of your thoughts. You shook your head, “Nope. I feel very well rested just my body aches,” you said rubbing your side. Doyoung blushed bowing his head. “My apologies I was not aware of my own strength,” you brushed him off. “I told you to stop saying your sorry. And besides I liked it,” you said leaning forward. He smiled looking into your eyes. “Yeah?” He asked also leaning forward. You smiled nodding your head, “Yeah,” he closed the gap between you two placing his lips on yours. You pulled him closer to you both of you falling into his bed.

“Maybe we should wait for your body to rest. I don’t want to rush you,” he said. You nodded you felt a pain in your back and decided rest would be best. “How about I run you a warm bath? I cleaned you at your place but a bath is always nice,” he said. You nodded placing your lips on his. “I’d like that thank you,” he said kissing you back. He stood up nodding, “Of course,” he walked off to his bathroom turning on the water. When he came back he lifted you up kissing you all over your face. You giggled trying to turn away. His lips tickled your skin. He closed the bathroom door helping you undress. More giggles coming from behind the door.

In Jaehyun’s passing, he heard them stopping for a moment. Jaehyun was noisy it’s how he knew everything all the time. He listened when people spoke to the very last detail. Even things that were unimportant he still paid attention believing the pieces could be useful later, like an unsolved puzzle. He also listened in when people were unaware of his presents. He smiled at your giggles. He had quickly grown to like you too. Seeing you come to their house more and letting him teach you about different subjects and spells in his room brought so much joy to his day.

Sometimes you’d quiz each other and you’d win. You were so intelligent and bright. You were strong-minded and quick-witted as well. He had gotten his heart broken a long time ago. He swore he’d never love again fearful of being hurt, lied and used like he was before. But you for the first time had come in like a breath of fresh air he so desperately needed. He wouldn’t lie he was scared to trust another with his heart again but with you, he was willing to try no matter how nervous it made it. He knew you were a good person and he trusted you enough to try.

He knew of your relationship with Jeno too. Jeno had hurt, lied, and used you. He understood exactly how you felt.

Which is why he needed you to trust him. Jaehyun walked away back into his room. He looked out the window that faced yours.

“I need you to trust me the way I trust you,” he said looking towards your window. To Be Continued… Bonus Scene I wrote because I like you guys. :) Yuta clicked his teeth with his tongue as he closed Jaehyun’s door. “One down two to go,” he said walking down the hallway. He pressed on a statue which revealed a hidden door. When the door opened he walked inside. The door had led to a flight of stairs that only traveled down. He stepped down the stairs turning on a light once he reached the end. He walked into the cellar down the stairs you had thrown the flashlight at him.

He rubbed his head at the memory. Once he walked down a couple more flights he reached the end the cool becoming warmer. He walked inside the dim room turning on the lights. The room became illuminated with bright lights showcasing a machine Jaehyun had built.

Yuta smirked tapping the cup of blood in his hands. “So close I can almost taste it,” he said bringing the cup to his lips. He eyes the machine like a prize. Licking his lips grabbing any access blood from the sides. “Soon we will finally be mortal. It’s all just a matter of time,” he said to himself. He felt a presence behind him. He turned around seeing Doyoung.

“Shouldn’t you be with her? Resting?” Yuta asked. Doyoung nodded. “She is asleep. She doesn’t know of my absent presence,” he said walking further inside and staring at the large machine.

“Are you sure this plan will work?” He asked. Yuta nodded taking a sip from his glass and then handing it to Doyoung. Doyoung sipped the blood. It tastes nearly as good as yours, not even close. He grimaced at the taste but hid his face from Yuta. He handed the cup back to his brother. “Do not worry I have it all under control,” he said licking his lips.

“Soon we will be human. And she is the price we are going to have to pay,” he said darkly. Doyoung felt his throat dry and his body runs cold. He still didn’t know of Yuta’s plan, only small details he spilled when Jaehyun was around. He wondered now if he could trust Yuta. Would he hurt you to gain his freedom? Maybe he should watch as back. Who knows what Yuta is capable of?

“You will not hurt her? Right?” Doyoung asked a hint of worry in his tone. Yuta chuckled rolling his eyes. He turned placing his hand on his brother's shoulder. “Have I ever lied to you?” He asked. Doyoung gulped but shook his head. Yuta was a very good liar but tended to be honest with his brothers always wanting the best for them. He turned away stepping away from the machine. Doyoung still stood in the room just as the lights went dark.

“Are you coming? She may be cold,” Yuta said. Doyoung nodded following behind his brother.

To Be Continued….

Hope you enjoyed this part of my five part series! Please stay turned for Part 3: Loving You is Incomplete and Risky starring Jung Jaehyun.

See you in the next part ;)