#maybe i go with fedora and call it a day

[goon]

i wanna try a linux distro as a daily driver for a little bit but idk which one to use

[chocsra]

"I Can't Hear You, Speak Up!"

15! Chuuya x fem! reader

content: you stain your skirt and a certain mafioso comes to help you, swearing, periods/blood, fluff, pre-relationship, mutual pining, teenage romance

Reader is fem! mention of periods

based off a reddit story 😭

Please give some more ideas and characters for fanfiction, I love teen skk btw

12:13

It's been about 8 minutes since you left an important mafia meeting, excusing yourself to Boss to go to the washroom.

Yet now you stare at your bloodstained skirt and underwear, sighing to yourself in defeat. "No pads either.." You mutter, digging your palms into the luxurious marble sink in thought. Theoretically, you could tell Boss that something happened and you taught an underling a lesson while you were out, or you could be frank about your period; which was something really embarrassing considering you'd have to stop the meeting infront of a bunch of grown criminal men for hygiene products.

So you hid behind the ajar white bathroom door, calling out 'hello?'s and 'is someone there?'s everytime a gust of wind made the slightest creek. "11 minutes.." You leaned your head on the steel door, trying your best to cover your skirt.

Then you heard it.

A quiet murmuring coming from the hallway outside the bathroom, you sighed in relief and poked a leg out of the door; the shadows covering half of your face. There he was, Chuuya Nakahara walking around the hallways like there wasn't a highly significant meeting going on; he had a scowl on his face and his fists clenched like something had happened, muttering about 'killing that bastard'.

"Ahem." You cleared your throat, peeking out to the ginger boy, he spun around in mutliple possible directions the noise could have come from. "Huh?!" the short boy shouted, before locking his blue eyes with yours. "The hell? Aren't you supposed to be in the meeting?" He cocks a brow, folding his arms over his chest. Chuuya seemed to be all dressed up for the day, wearing his signature fedora, choker, white dress shirt and black slacks; but a new large raven overcoat that reached his ankles was loosely thrown over his shoulders, even a new silver hat chain.

"I need something from here, that's why." You purse your lips into a pout, crossing your arms behind the door. "Why are you here anyway?" You ask curiously, slowly easing into the topic, the stylish boy only scoffs with irritation. "Got kicked out, all cause of that fuckin' mackerel." Chuuya rolled his tongue across his inner cheek in annoyance, of course you knew who he was talking about; Dazai, his only friend, you think? You did see them attempting to act serious as they kicked each others leg under the table, maybe he deserved it.

"So then where's Dazai?" You question, tapping your shoe against the marble floor. "He got to stay because he was important, or some bullshit!!" Chuuya shouted again, gritting his teeth harshly. "Woah, calm down." You motion before pausing, "Can you just get a girl, please? Like Kouyou or something.. I don't know." you ask politely, a light blush tinting your cheeks; the redhead's eyes only furrow at your request. "I told you already, I got kicked out, Kouyou's inside. What do you need anyway? I'll just get it for you." He feigns a sigh, shoving his hands in his slacks pockets.

You inhale in annoyance, before stepping further into the washroom, "Nevermind, forget it." you dismiss, causing Chuuya to clench his fists even more. "Just tell me, damn it." He scowls in annoyance, before noticing the blush creeping on your cheeks, and the fact that you did not turn around once from facing him. It all clicked together. "Oh, uh-" The boy paused, red tinting his ears and nose. "You want that thing?" Chuuya asks, causing your eyes to light up at seemingly the only boy who knows what hygiene products are. "Yeah, that!"

He then fishes out something from his pocket and hands it to you, you were a little confused as to why he'd keep pads in his pocket, until he placed a silver safety pin in the palm of your hand. "What is this?" You ask with a blank, despairing face; Chuuya only blushes more at your reaction. "Your.. your skirt ripped, right?" He stammers, making you internally facepalm. "No, no.. pads." You whisper the last part awfully quiet, making Chuuya lean his ear closer to your face, his hands still in his pockets.

"What?" He asks, knitting his brows. "Pads, tampons.." You repeat again, motioning with your hands. "What the hell? Speak up!" The boy scowled, leaning even closer to your face, you almost wanted to push him from inching so close to the girl's bathroom; and the close proximity of his breath tickling your lips.

"Pads!"

You shout in his ear with a frown, Chuuya stepped back at the loud noise, now blushing profusely. "Oh shit, my bad- I just thought your skirt-" You cut him off, crossing your arms. "It's fine! Just please get them, damn.." You brush off with a scowl, seeing the boy scurry off to the hallway.

And after a few minutes of agonising silence, you hear loud shouting coming from Mori's office.

"You can't just go thru Rintarou's stuff!!" A high-pitched girl yelled.

Chuuya quickly hushed her, the loud sound of rummaging through drawers audible. "Shh, shh! He's gonna hear us, shit!"

"I don't care if he hears us! Just let me colour!!" Elise then countered, throwing what you assumed was a crayon at him.

The boy soon rushed to the bathroom with multiple types of pads in his hands; night, day, winged, super. "What the hell is winged?! Does it fly to you or somethin'?!" Chuuya yelled, making you laugh. "Did you really fight Elise for this?!" You laughed, taking them all from his hands. "Shut up!"

And as you finished thanking and mocking him, about to spin around and leave to a stall, he tapped your shoulder.

"Here, uhm.." The redhead took off his overcoat and draped it over your shoulders to cover the stain. A pink blush spread on his cheeks, you only did the same. "Thanks.." You grasp onto the coat, walking inside the stall.

And even as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom, walked you back to the meeting room, and parted ways with a meek wave and blush; you walk into the room with a big smile on your face, only seeing that the meeting was already empty and done.

Fuck.

Even so, it wasn't all that bad; even if the incident happened weeks ago, there would always be a certain redhead giving you a casual nod or wave if he saw you wandering the mafia's hallways or available in meetings.

It made you want to make him steal pads from Mori's office and give you his coat all over again.

Double fuck.

[darklyndivinely]

Hello hello! Could I request some Mammon fluff? Maybe like a day of spoiling him silly and he’s all surprised about it? Thanks!

Stupid Human

Pairing - Mammon x gn!reader

Summary - Mammon wants to know why you are spending your money on him.

Warnings - Fluff, kissing, Mams calls reader stupid so that ig.

Wordcount - 350+

A/N - Hey, thank you so much for requesting. I know it's been a while and that this is probably so much shorter than you wanted. But I wanted to write something short and sweet so I hope that you still like it. I have no idea how many times I used the word stupid in this lmao.

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“Why are ya doing this?” Mammon asks. His voice is uncharacteristically low, brows pinched tight, and he's halted in his steps.

You stop where you were walking backwards talking to him. “Do you not want donuts? We could have something else. A pastry, or a—”

“I don’t mean that. I meant why are you spending so much of your money on me? You’ve been doing extra shifts at Madam Scream’s for weeks now, I’ve seen ya. So why are you spending all of it on me? Ya should be getting something for yourself, not buying me a stupid fedora.”

“I thought you liked the fedora,” you tease, tilting your head at the strange zebra-print hat that had caught his eye. He had a thing for animal-inspired apparel it seems.

Mammon growls, annoyed, deep from the chest, and you laugh, turning around to continue walking towards the donut shop across the lobby.

“Because I wanted to.” You shrug, looking back to see him starting to follow you. “I know you lost out on that big modelling gig, and I also heard your fight with Levi yesterday. I just wanted to cheer you. And what better way to get my first man smiling again than to take him out shopping?”

Mammon stops beside you, warm-eared under his obnoxious hat, and shuffles the bags in one hand to intertwine the other with yours. “You’re a stupid human,” he declares.

You raise your eyebrows at him.

“But you’re my stupid human”—he pushes the door open, holding it for you as you step in—“and as your first man I deserve a chocolate éclair for putting up with you.”

“Just a chocolate éclair? I was going to offer you a kiss as well, but I guess my first man isn’t interested in that.”

“Wha—” he sputters, tightening his hold on your hand and pulling you closer. “You can’t not give me my kiss, that is so—” 

You lean up and shut his mouth for him.

He stares at you a moment, stunned. “More,” he whispers then, capturing your lips with a fervent need that somehow feels fitting and familiar in this sweet-smelling half-empty donut shop.

“Look at you, turning into mush for a stupid human.”

“Shaddup!”

This time you laugh when his lips chase yours again and push away to order two chocolate éclairs for a stupid human and their stupid demon.

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[kairiscorner]

spider noir with a reader with thick thighs??? overall fluff of course!! but having a loving partner who loves every part of their partner's body is nice👉👈

OOOOOO WONDERFUL IDEA ANON! here ya go, i hope it's any good <: ) and hoping you all feel loved about yourselves, just as you all deserve to feel <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

summary: peter's always had fantasies of lying down on your soft lap, but he's never worked up the courage to ask you completely, and when he does get the chance, he holds back in fear of weighing you down too much. but you reassure him, and he feels feelings too good that he doesn't have any words for it, except–

word count: 1,264

if there was anything peter always found himself looking forward to at the end of his day, it's always coming home to you, his lovely partner. no matter how bad his day got, seeing you and hearing your symphony of a voice to him is all it takes to make him forget about his worries and frustrations.

"i'm home, love." he'd always call out as he sets his gray fedora on the coat stand and hangs his dark gray coat on it as well. you'd always return the greeting with a "welcome home!" and a "how was your day, dear?" just hearing the sweet words coming from your honey-like voice was cathartic for him already; he could feel the weight being lifted off his shoulders when he hears you.

and as if right on cue, you were seated on the couch, with your soap opera about to come on in a few minutes. your beaming smile when you saw peter lightened up his mood immediately. you got up from the couch and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"welcome home, love." you greeted him as you nuzzled your face into his chest. he chuckled at your eagerness to greet him, and he kissed the top of your head. "had a good day?" you asked him as you took his hand and sat down on the couch, with him following you and sitting down alongside you. "i did now that i'm back home with you." he teased you as he kissed your cheek, with you giggling slightly at the contact.

"oh, peter. ever the tease." you said as peter relaxed into the sofa, his arm behind your back as he laid it on the back rest's top. you leaned against him as your soap opera came on. peter looked down at you and smirked to himself, then his eyes wandered down farther to the lower parts of your body, down to your lap; one of all his favorite parts of you. he couldn't focus much on the soap opera anymore, and instead, he fought the urge to want to ask you if he could lay down on your lap and maybe knead the flesh of your inner thighs, caress them as much as he wished because he seriously could not help himself. just gazing at and lying down on them weren't enough, he wanted to really feel them in his hands, and tickle you, even.

peter had always admired the way you looked and presented yourself, the most effective way to rile him up would be to wear smaller skirts, or if you were really confident, a pair of shorts that showed off your thighs. peter's favorite part of you, apart from every other part on your body, were your thighs; they were just so supple and soft, they were so heavenly and so alleviating to rest upon, at least in his mind. he thought acts like this were way too intimate, however, and that he had no right to just jump in and lie down on you without asking you.

it wouldn't be his first time fantasizing about relaxing on your lap, but he worried he'd be too heavy for you, considering how much taller he was than you and how built he was, he didn't want you to do anything that would discomfort you so. but you noticed peter's unfocused gaze from the television and looked at him, and his gaze met yours.

he was blushing, red and pink clashed on his cheeks, all the way up to the tips of his ears. he cleared his throat. "so, they figured out who the protagonist's true foil is, hmm?" he asked as he folded his leg over the other as he moved closer to you, and you smiled as you shook your head. "it's a romcom, peter." you reminded him, to which he adjusted his glasses and blushed a deeper hue than before and let out a low chuckle.

"ah, but you see, my love, the modern romcoms nowadays are... a lot more action-packed now, and, uh..." he blabbered as he fumbled over his words, his eyes still looking down at your plush lap, with you smirking slyly at peter as you put your thumb on his chin and turned his head to the side to look at you square in the face. "you fancy laying on my lap, peter? maybe... touching my thighs?" you teased him further as he watched you angle your thighs a little higher, and peter noticed, they were thicker than he imagined them to be.

"oh sweet heavens..." peter found himself muttering as he inched closer to you, trying to get a better eyeful of your beautifully sculpted legs, wanting to knead the fat of them, to lie down on them as if they were the softest pillows on the finest bed on earth. you giggled. "you can do more than just stare, pete." you told him, to which peter jolted up and looked at you with his blushing, dorky smile.

"you... mean it?" he asked you in disbelief as you nodded with a smile. you gently patted your lap and pulled his hand softly. "come, peter, you've had a long day. let me help you rest." you said with a sweet smile as peter hesitantly, but happily, leaned down close to your lap, jaggedly moving downwards to lie down on you, trying not to put all of his weight on you as he finally made contact with your lap.

peter couldn't believe it, he ran his hand across your right thigh, feeling your skin underneath his palm, the warmth that came from it and the smoothness of it, the suppleness of the flesh... it all felt so real. so real, and so fantastic to peter. he smiled wider as he turned his head to look at you. "you're holding back, aren't you?" you asked him as you put your hand on his cheek. "what do you mean?" he asked you as your hand moved to his hair, running your hand through his dark locks, massaging his scalp, which caused him to relax more, releasing a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.

"you're obviously keeping yourself up still, you're not really lying down." you point out as you gently lay peter's head down on your lap, him mumbling some words of excuse, which you shush and just keep telling him to rest on you. "just lay on me, you're not that heavy, pete." you reassured him as you rubbed your hand over his forehead, relaxing him further as he let out a much needed sigh yet again.

"i'm in heaven. truly, utterly, in heaven. and i have no idea what i did to deserve this heaven..." he muttered as you giggled. you bent over and gave his lips a small kiss, with him kissing you back as he muttered yet again an, "i love you too much to bear".

"every part of you is amazing, dear..." he remarked as he rubbed over your thighs and looked up at you, grinning. "but your thighs... oh, they captivate me all too well. they're my... favorite, truly favorite, part about you." he remarked as he smirked up at you, blushing deeply as he lay back on your lap, peacefully. he was forgetting his gripes and pains from today, and just taking in the long, lovely moment of lying there on your lap; just being with you and only you, admiring you all the while as he runs a hand over your lap, rubbing circles into them with a content smile.

a/n: MMMMMMMM THICK 👏 THIGHS 👏 SAVE 👏 LIVES 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

[mitraoki]

daze. (chuuya x reader)

note; @akutagawasbitch love u thank u for giving me inspo to write for bsd again TEEHEE🥺🤍 was obsessed with the idea of jealous chuuya so hopefully this fic did him justice AAAAAA-

cw; not really proofread, reader is a little more feminine (they wear a dress), reader is also not in any of the organizations, suggestive, drunk chuuya!!!

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when they said it was supposed to be a party like always, chuuya definitely didn't expect to be met with hundreds of other faces he'd never seen.

he certainly did not expect for you to want to tag along, too. it wasn't like you haven't already - sometimes curiosity gets the best of you, and you couldn't resist your ravishing looking man in one of his best suits.

a suit that you'd picked out for him during one of your dates. wine red - just the way he likes it - traces amongst the silky black fabric. it was tough choosing between a bowtie or just a tie, but he preferred the tie; tucked underneath the vest that hugged his build perfectly. buttons glimmering gold under the chandeliers and a rose that he'd picked to match the one clipped on your hairdo.

you seemed to give chuuya motivation to go when he saw your outfit for the night. a dress that complimented his color palette, with the set of jewelry he'd bought for you one fine day. you felt really proud of how well you dressed (just for him, mostly.), so there you were, strutting down the steps of your shared home, an elegant twirl in the end to show him your completed look.

if you looked closely, you could've caught him drooling. he walked towards you, gloved hand loosely wrapped around your waist.

"i'm so in love with you."

"oh, you. i cannot take my eyes off of you either."

it felt so surreal that his boss decided to have a party out of nowhere, but you soon learnt the sole purpose being gaining new intel from a neighboring organization. this was just his way of thanking them. quite extravagant, but thrilling nonetheless.

"old man has so much time on his hands," chuuya grumbled, his arm entwined with yours. "or maybe it's because he wants us members to make up with 'em."

"hey," you slapped his shoulder playfully. "you gotta let it loose once in a while. i bet he even prepared your favorite drink tonight."

"for real?"

"mhm."

he sighed. "i'm only doing this because i love you. oh - and i also wanted you to see me wear this," he raised his head, adjusting his fedora triumphantly.

***

it didn't take long for chuuya to be dragged away by one of his colleagues. the so called ice-breaking session was currently underway and he promised to be back with you the moment he was done. you giggled as you heard him curse under his breath, followed by a toothy smile when he was greeted by a new face.

you found a seat nearby to wait when you met higuchi, a familiar face you've come across every time you tagged along for small matters (at this point he might as well recruit you here, but you'll leave that decision to him).

"higuchi, right? gorgeous as ever. where's um...," you wiggled your finger around, trying to remember the pale-skinned man you always saw her with.

"y/n! you look lovely yourself," you watched her rosy cheeks turn red within seconds as she fanned them off before continuing. "you mean akutagawa senpai? i was told to wait for him here. he seemed to be in an okay mood tonight, so i didn't want to be the first to ruin it," she concluded, straightening the fabric of her dress.

the two of you continued chatting. you followed her around, being introduced to other members of the port mafia. many of them were familiar faces, so it was nice to call them acquaintances now.

it wasn't until you noticed the back of the hall serving a variety of drinks. your ears picked up that it was first come first served, so why would you miss the chance?

though, there's always one thing you always forgot when you attended parties.

the watchful eyes around you.

you and higuchi lost each other in the slowly growing crowd in the drinks corner, so your first mistake was to assume she was the one snaking an arm around your waist.

your second mistake was thinking that it was chuuya trying to pull you away from the crowd.

chills ran down your spine as you peeled yourself away from the foreign arm around you, eyes glaring up at the bigger figure.

"do i know you?"

his words were only drowning along with the background noise, which only infuriated you more.

how long has it been since i last saw chuuya, by the way? you thought to yourself. he promised he would be back soon-

you watched as a gloved fist landed its first hit on the man's face.

did it all happen in a flash? was it in slow motion? you didn't know, you couldn't tell - he continued jabbing more punches around his face, adding a few more to his chin, his jaw.

you finally realized it was your boyfriend when a wine bottle flew past your face. it was gravity he was manipulating - it was nakahara chuuya.

"chuuya! stop it!"

he froze. his once droopy eyes darted towards the now broken wine bottle, back to you, and the man now laying on the floor.

he let out a frustrated grunt, tossing the bottle to the side.

"hear that? yeah. 's my name she's calling," he drawled, squatting to get a better look at the man. with the position he was in, it was like he wasn't ready to show himself till chuuya left his sight.

"touch her again and you would see your grave next."

restless, you grabbed a hold of his arm, hoisting him up only to end up stumbling from his weight.

he's either going to regret this, or brag about it to me, you thought, you inner self shaking their head in defeat.

"we'll get this mess cleaned up; he's drunk. why don't you bring him home, my dear?"

***

you walked in, with him abruptly freeing himself from your hold.

"honey, you're gonna fall. come on."

being drunk was no biggie for chuuya's strength. despite the different world he was in, he seemed to have heard you loud and clear.

it didn't even take five seconds and he had you pinned against the wall, arms slamming against each side of the hard surface.

"what are you-,"

"i'm sorry."

"wha-,"

"i'm sorry, baby," he finally looked into your eyes, the same droopy look you saw in the event earlier. only this time, it was mixed with rage, confusion and regret.

"okay," you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. "chuuya, let's see if you're hurt anywhere, okay? then we'll talk-,"

he practically crash landed into your lips, causing his fedora to slip off of his hair, landing with a soft thud against the floorboard. you didn't realize until this very moment that it had been quite a while since you felt this sensation with him.

he forcefully pulled himself away from you, worried you might do so first.

"i.... i just... i need to kiss you."

his words were firm. his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back into your eyes once more, and you could tell they were pleading, begging for you to say yes.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his figure in close to yours. doing the honors, you closed the final bit of gap between the two of you, earning a satisfied grunt from his throat.

he pushed you back further against the wall, keeping you trapped within his embrace. his hands now gripped each side of your waist, fingers digging themselves into your fabric like they were trying to find your skin. he tasted like wine - you figured he actually found his favorite on display. his teeth was sinking into your bottom lip. it didn't hurt, but you could tell he was tugging at them.

chuuya let go but left long, luscious pecks on your lips, allowing you to catch your breaths in every interval. his breath was now hot and heavy, his tongue successfully finding its way through, and exploring your mouth like he had been craving for it all night.

that's how he'd always kissed you. he craved for them. and if it were a meal, he would take his time with it, relish it even.

but he also does this when he's jealous. obviously you could tell what he was feeling right now.

you could feel him smirking through the kiss as he heard a soft moan escape you. with that, he moved you away from the wall, gracefully landing you with a plop! onto the sofa.

"you're drunk," you whined breathlessly, finally pulling away. all he did was silently chuckle in response, removing the first two layers of his clothing. the tie made a loud whip sound when he loosened it, as if reminding you to get a grip of what he was about to do to you.

rolling your eyes in amusement, you helped him remove each button of his shirt, sitting up a little to help him slide it off of his body.

he wasn't done with you though. he leaned in closer to you, causing you to lay back down. his lips continued their journey towards your exposed collarbones, reaching at one of the straps of your delicate dress as he pushed it further down your shoulder.

"....i'm sorry i wasn't there when he touched you."

"god, chuuya. i don't think he's gonna dream of it after this," you giggled, fingers tracing his exposed skin. he breathed in sharply as he held your wrist tenderly, kissing it.

"i'm sorry for being so rough with you."

"you did not hurt me at all, chuuya. i promise."

you reached for the back of your dress, but your action was soon cut off by his hands once again.

"let me take care of you, baby. please."

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[a-random-weeb]

Vampire Chuuya x reader

I accidentally tapped 'vampire Chuuya' at one point, and it won. I must be magic, I kind of actually hoped dragon Chuuya won but whatever

Also if I get 4 more followers, I'll be at 100! It'd be pretty awesome if I could gain 5 followers by the end of the day, that would be awesome! And thank you to everyone following me, all of you are appreciated ♥️

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Crunch! Crack! Snap! The sounds of sticks and twigs breaking is all that can be heard as you trudge through the deep forest, completely lost. You look for any shelter, it's already sundown and you fear wolves may come around. The fact it started raining a bit ago doesn't help anything either. You come across a huge mansion... In the middle of the woods? You think about it for a second, you've seen too many horror movies to know how this goes... But... Being eaten alive was the other option... You sprint to the door, knocking loudly. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as a short, red head answered.

"Okok, so I know you probably moved to the middle of the woods as to not to be disturbed, but please can I stay here the night sir? There's wolves around here, and I'm completely lost!" You make a desperate plead to the man who's eyes widden slightly.

"You're not that far from a village that way." He points, "How would I live without humans near by? I need basic stuff like food. But come in." he says, almost ominously. He's sketchy, but he's your only hope, so you rush in his mansion.

You don't know how you got in this situation in the first place! Your dumbass was just trick or treating with some friends, saw a spooky woods and decided to reenact a horror movie seen, but you guess you ran too far because now you're relying on some sketchy ass dude for shelter and maybe a map.

"Please, take a seat." The red head holds a scowl on his face, you wonder if he plans to murder you at this point. You sit on the plush couch in his huge living room, taking a closer look at the man. He wears a fancy suit, along with a fedora. He has gorgeous blue eyes and flowing red hair, though, he is quite petite.

"Sooooo... what's your name?" You ask, attempting to break the silence.

"Chuuya Nakahara. You may call me Chuuya though." He replies in a calm manner. You nod

"I'm F/n (first name). How long can I stay here?"

"You can stay in the guest room for as long as you want." As long as you want...? Is he serious?!

"Um... so like a few days? Just so I can get the chance to contact home?" Chuuya nods,

"Sure." Chuuya leads you to the guest room. It's a beautiful room, a pretty queen sized bed along with an expensive looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling. You guess he really likes his guests.

For the next two days you are fed three meals a day and provided with everything you need. For some reason, he refuses to even point to the direction of the village. He won't let you go out by yourself, he always comes with you to make sure you don't get lost. He doesn't give you a map, or anything. Eventually, you snap,

"Just give me a fucking map! Please! I want to go home!" A look of slight guilt crosses Chuuyas face. He pins you to the wall of the kitchen, your eyes widden as you see his... Fangs? What? He growls

"You don't get to leave. You'll never find that village, you'll never leave me... I didn't want to do this but..." you freeze... everything seemed to happen in slow motion as you hiss in pain. He bit you! He bit your neck... your whole body goes numb, and you feel incredibly confused. That numbness quickly turns into pain as the world goes back to normal. You fall to the ground in pain. He picks you up bridal style "It'll be ok... It's only temporary... It's ok..." You hear him continue to mumble reasurement until you pass out.

5 hours later your eyes slowly flutter open. Your in his bed, you weren't allowed in his room until now. You try to sit up, but you feel a cold hand push you back down. You feel weak and vunrable.

"Are you feeling ok? Why don't I get some... food" he hands you what looks to be a glass of red wine. It tastes so... Good... You shut the whole thing, it's the best thing you've ever had!

"What is this stuff?"

"... Blood." He shows you his fangs. You panic and feel your teeth... You had fangs too..

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: T

Pairing: Gen, Akako & Kaito, Akako & Hakuba

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: A bit of canon-typical violence

Akako was willing to let a lot go. Despite what Kuroba may say, she has patience. She has a lot of patience. It’s honestly amazing just how patient she is.

This is where her patience snaps. Her fists tighten.

There wasn’t really a lot to do today. It was saturday and Akako planned for it to be a quiet day. She’d watch a few movies she’s been putting off, eat popcorn, and maybe use her crystal ball to check in on Kuroba’s heist. But during the second movie, she feels an uncomfortable pinch. A feeling she can’t explain, one she’s never felt before, but something similar to a hose being bent and the water being forced to a trickle. She scrambles from the couch, calling her crystal ball to her and waving it through her friends. Aoko is in her kitchen, humming with the news of the night’s KID heist in the background. Hakuba is running outside, fear in his eyes. Kuroba is hanging off a fence, the spike of it sticking out through his back and blood seeping from the tear in his jacket to the dirt. His hang glider is splayed out beside him, broken and useless. He is going to die. It pings through Akako, the pinch now a burn, and she knows with certainty he won’t live past this night unless she intervenes. One of his crows has finally managed to break his wings and hold him so he can’t escape. Except this crow has apparently become a shrike. Her teeth grit. Her fists tighten. Before she fully thinks of it, she is by Kaito’s side.

The first thing she registers is the noises Kuroba is making. Small whines and quick, labored breaths. The second thing she registers is a gunshot and the sound of Hakuba crumpling. The third is a large man, wearing a black fedora and trench coat. Kuroba’s unlucky shrike. When the man turns back to Kuroba, he jumps.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” He snarls, raising the pistol he’d used to shoot Kuroba and Hakuba to align with her heart. She gives it an unimpressed look.

“Hell,” Akako says, looking up at him with a smile. She’s lying, of course. Tea with Lucifer only happens on the third friday of a month, and this is the beginning of the month. The man’s lip curls.

“Akako?” Hakuba whispers, looking up, and Akako inclines her head. It was enough already to have her magic tell her Hakuba wasn’t dead. She appreciates the confirmation nonetheless.

“Then let me send you back,” he says and pulls the trigger. The bullet flies toward her, its path and their close distance no doubt allowing for great damage and most likely death. If she were normal. If she weren’t a powerful witch. (Quite possibly the most powerful red witch alive, if you ask her.) But she is not normal, and is in fact quite pissed off at this man damaging two of her favourite things, so she stands still in the path of the bullet instead of dodging so this man can see just how much damage his little toy does not do. The man’s jaw drops when all it causes is a brief stumble, the force rocking her back as the bullet clatters harmlessly to the pavement. He fires twice more with the same results, his hand shaking. One of the bullets flies slightly off course and nearly strikes Kuroba. She mutters a spell and the bullet oozes to the ground, the kinetic energy transferring to thermal and melting the iron. The man drops the gun.

“Finished?” Akako asks with a smirk, flicking her wrist to send the gun spinning toward Hakuba before the man can say anything. He splutters, eyes snapping to the gun before returning to her. When she takes a step forward he takes a step back. “Are you afraid of me? Good.”

He glares at her, angered. “I don’t know who or what the fuck you are, but you don’t know who you’re messing with. I am part of a very powerful organization.”

Akako laughs, hand over her mouth like one of those 90s villains in the magical girl animes Aoko and Kuroba like to watch so much. He flinches back a step and she takes a breath to reign herself in. Or at least reign in the laughter. There’s been enough holding back, she thinks. She’s allowed the organization to play, because she knows Kuroba likes the show and Hakuba likes the chase. Because she doesn’t make a habit of placing her hands within dishes which don’t concern her. But they have very much made themselves her problem now, and she thinks maybe she has let them play for too long.

“You think what hides in the shadows is true power,” Akako says, tilting her head. “But you’ve never witnessed it before. Never seen even a taste of what they have you chase. None of you have, but they will all learn.”

“For who I am, I am no Kaitou KID, nor am I a mistaken curse like Pandora. I am not some crow hiding in the shadows, make-pretending power.” Akako straightens, expression flat but fierce. Her eyes flash like blood, like violence, like impending doom. “I am a true magician and I do not like having my things broken. I am a descendant of Sekhmet and I take my payments in blood.”

The man pales behind the shadows of his fedora. “You don’t even have a weapon,” he spits, wavered.

Akako smiles. “Cute. You think I need a weapon.” She waves her hand and the shrike falls to his knees, hacking up black bile. Akako turns to Kuroba, and her mind stutters a moment on his impalement. Disease she can do, but healing is something the Koizumi line lost long ago. All she can do is send him to the hospital and hope they are quick enough.

“Hakuba,” Akako says.

“Yes?” Hakuba says, looking away from the shrike to her. She looks him over, checks for where the blood pools. It’s in his side. The bullet which hung Kuroba truly was simply a lucky shot.

Or, perhaps, a very unlucky shot.

“Watch over Kuroba. And perhaps tell him you found him there after a watchful eye sent a note to your own room?” Akako says. Akako asks. Hakuba nods. “We wouldn’t want him to throw a tantrum.”

“He can be quite a kid when the mood strikes him,” Hakuba agrees with a pained smirk. The way he’s only looked at Kuroba once doesn’t escape her notice. “And you, Lady Akako?”

“I have work to do,” Akako says and sends them off, only KID’s suit left behind, impaled on a spike.

The sun rises in the morning with reports of several buildings razed to the ground, leaving nothing but ash in their wake; multiple cases of spontaneous combustion; and one unlucky dead man in a highrise, face locked in pain and diseased lines of red scarred deep into his skin, all leading out from a javelin-like wound in his torso.

Later that morning a first grader gets a packet filled with several files of research with a note taped to it, telling her it’s from “one fate-breaker to another”.

Kuroba Kaito wakes several days later to two worried parents, a worried sister, a detective in a cast, and one witch. He stares at the witch in surprise and says nothing when she tells him he’ll have to continue his search without the crow’s aid.

[scary-tingz]

Slashers + Their Merchandise

A/N: Spirit Halloween is finally back.. and of course I needed to go for my costume and obligatory mug. Here’s the slashers and their thoughts on a reader who collects their merchandise.

Slashers Included: Michael Myers (any), Bubba Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface, Chucky

Warnings/Tags: SFW, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, regular reader and victim reader included

Michael Myers

If there’s one thing every Myers has in common, it’s ego.

Michael has already made up his mind, he’s going to allow you to live and accept you as his own, so whether or not you’re a fan is of no concern to him…

But it does feel nice. To be recognized, praised, admired even.

He can’t help but feel a fondness towards your little hobby of collecting merch of his, even if it is silly stuff like mugs with his face on them. To him, it only cements your loyalty and reaffirms his belief that he’s a great killer. I mean, you have to kill a lot to get your own merchandise and tourist based knickknacks, right?

He may feel a little jealous if you collect merch for other slashers though. Don’t be surprised if you find your Freddy fedora in the trash or something like that.

If he were to pursue you as an unlucky victim only to find out you were a fan, he wouldn’t spare you but he’d try to make your death special in some way. He has his reasons for killing you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t give a fan a proper show…

Bubba Sawyer (and co.)

Bubba likely didn’t even know about their merch at first, and doesn’t really know what to make of it.

They respect it as a cool little hobby of yours, thinks it’s sweet that you’d show interest in the things he does.

Chop Top and Nubs get a real hoot out of it, they probably sell Bubs on the idea of the merch since she values family so much. Anything her brothers are so fond of must be good, right?

Drayton likely isn’t a fan. The fact that the murders are well known enough to become a local story with souvenirs and everything makes him even more paranoid than before, so I doubt he approves.

That doesn’t mean you won’t catch Bubba wearing one of those “I Saw Texas” shirts on laundry day though.

Killing a fan would likely make him very sad though. An outsider who actually likes him is something he never thought possible, so once again Bubs is forced to kill his only connection to a person from the outside world… He’ll try to be merciful.

Freddy Krueger

If you think Michael is full of himself, you haven’t met Freddy. Myers seems humble in comparison.

He will actively complain if you buy merch for other slashers instead of his, if you don’t have a shrine before October is out you’re doing something wrong!

I’m sure somewhere in his own little realm he has a museum dedicated to himself, and he’d gladly let you borrow an old little number of his to wear as a costume.

Will 100% call you basic for buying anything Haddonfield related but the ultimate sin is buying anything Jason or Camp Crystal Lake themed.

He was already salty that you were looking at other slashers, but JASON?! He’ll get you for that one, and your little dog too!

If you’re already a victim and he finds out you’re a fan of his work, it adds an extra layer of sick pleasure to the killing. What better way to snuff out a fan than to kill them himself? You like his murders so much, fine, he’ll murder you.

Jason Voorhees

Confused at first. There’s this mug in his cabinet all of the sudden that looks just like him, when the hell did that happen? Maybe you got a new skill and made it, impressive. Then he sees hockey jerseys with his mask on them, big goofy plastic machetes just like his… Where the hell is all this coming from?

He asks you about it and when you tell him there’s a store that sells things with his likeness he doesn’t know how to feel. Flattered? Insulted? Undeserving?

He’s still not sure, but seeing you enjoy yourself while putting the items to good use makes him happy… So he accepts it.

Jason would likely spare an average fan outside of his camp, especially if you’re younger and see him as an icon for the misunderstood. But if you’re an obsessive fan, willfully encroaching on his territory in search of relics or sightings, he’ll kill you. It crosses a line into disrespectful territory in his eyes, as he’s very sensitive about his past.

Ghostface

You really know how to get on his good side, don’t you?

Every Ghostface is an egotistical megalomaniac, and you being a fan just makes it so, so much worse.

Especially if you guys are living together and/or know each other outside of his life of crime… Bonus points if you’re unaware of that fact, excitedly showing him a piece of merch you paid way too much for while he smiles down at you. How cute.

It motivates him to add a bit more panache to his killings this year, maybe he’ll even write a little message to the fans in the victim’s blood… Though it’s clearly meant for you.

He will definitely collect merch for other slashers with you, he probably already has a sizable collection himself! He harbors no jealousy towards the classic slashers, only admiration. Newer slashers though… He might have a little competition with.

The classics are classic for a reason, you know… They just don’t do it like they used to, only he can truly capture the art of killing!

Chucky/Tiffany

He finds it hilarious but will constantly complain about how it doesn’t capture his likeness well enough, like a Flynn Rider poster situation.

He will definitely bully you about it but will also get upset if you stop collecting because of his teasing, so don’t mind him!

Tiffany loves it though, thinks it’s the cutest thing how much you admire them. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been collecting Chucky’s merch for a while now, but it’s hard to keep the collection updated when she’s always moving.

Despite his complaining, you can and will find him drinking his morning coffee out of a mug shaped like his head.

If you find a shirt his size he might wear it if he’s going undercover, just for the sake of irony.

Tiff loves those Good Guy sweaters you find at Spirit Halloween, and those stupid lil knife purses too! She’d wear those things year round if she could.

Chuck would definitely wear a Tiffany costume if he was in a femme body, but aggressively refuses otherwise. He thinks it’s not hot if he’s a dude.

[jammechanics]

Jam Mechanics Episode 7 baybeeee

Episode 7 finds Matt and Bug writing some 4-chord pop songs and talking hedgehogs, Aliens, and Dr. Who. Bug disappoints Reginald Kenneth Dwight in a big way.

Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we challenge each other to write a song demo from scratch every episode.

If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp: website: https://www.jammechanics.com/ to pay-what-you-want to support us!

Our Music:⁠⁠ The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Bug Hunter

-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW --

BUG'S SONG Matt's Challenge: BNE SZN (piano only!!) Title: Season Your Beanie Lyrics: I’ll eat my hat if you make it I’m not mad I’m just candid and someone just had to say it there’s no path where you’re headed and you can act all offended I’m a realist and I feel its best you never pretended that there’s a chance in a million you can be handsome or brilliant but you’ll crash like all the others so you can call me the villain one day we’ll look back and laugh, I’ll get a pat on the back but if you make it with your music I will eat my hat

Would like a salad on the side? we can sub it out for fries? We got a dad hat meal plan for 10.99 you can order a fedora that you’ll just adore we got a chef hat special, call it hat du jour Cuz I’ve got 30 milion reasons that can prove you wrong and 200 fans in london singing every damn song I’m rubbin salt in the wounds, just admit you’re defeated you can season your beanie, but you still gotta eat it

you’d eat your hat if I made it so I snapback with a menu when you throw all that shade if you took a bite of brim and didn’t like how it tasted you should’ve sampled the plastic long before you beret-ed

and hey, yeah, maybe you’re right a bit more often than not but you could choose to say nothing, it has no sticker or cost rubbin salt in the wounds to admit you’re defeated you can season your beanie but you still gotta eat it you can season your beanie but you still gotta eat it you can season your beanie but you still gotta eat it

MATT'S SONG Bug's Challenge: Cthulu (Radio-Friendly) Title: Get Deep Fried Lyrics: let's stay in bed all day we'll get away from here tomorrow if the monsters allow what did people ever talk about the television doesn't work right now sit with me beneath the nothing where the stars all used to be before they all went out

they're in the hallway at our door they're in the walls they're in the floor looks like it's all gonna end right as we begin

who called this son of a bitch half mile tall, man looks like a fish the deep one will swallow us all he can swallow my balls who spoke the summoning rite who's up for fresh calimari tonight the deep one? eat my ass more like get deep fried am i right

hentai tentacles gonna kick him right in the genitals he's gonna be like "this is terrible" i'm gonna be like "you look edible" elder god from the ocean floor I bet you wish you could sleep some more i'm your paralysis demon got hooked and you can't stop screamin

they're in the hallway at our door they're in the walls they're in the floor looks like their party's gonna end right as it begins

[luvxiem]

pink camellias

word count ! ~3.3k pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff summary ! flower shop/tattoo parlor au (alternates between reader & the boys bc i want cute flower boys too) song ! whereabouts of the bouquet | kanae

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

occasionally on mornings where you're arranging flowers outside the shop, you would spot the handsome stranger across the street opening up for the day. sometimes, the two of you would make eye contact and he would shoot you a pleasant smile before slipping past the parlor door. you never spoke to him—never even got within six feet of him, in fact—but your curiosity was piqued by this pretty boy with fishnet gloves and wire-frame glasses.

your thoughts couldn't help but stray to him—the quiet, mysterious tattoo shop owner across the street. what you didn't know, however, was that he's noticed you too. to him, you're the gorgeous florist with a dazzling smile, and his mood always seems to lift after meeting your eyes. when he gets a particularly difficult client, his gaze will shift from them and out the windows, ultimately landing on your colorful form. the image of you grinning and laughing with one of your regulars shoots a burst of energy in his veins, letting him survive the day with his sanity thankfully intact.

it was a quiet wednesday morning when you finally met.

you were once again arranging a new arrangement of spring flowers out on your shops windowsill, humming a soft tune under your breath. you didn't notice him slowly approaching until he was right behind you, yelping in surprise when you spun around and saw him so close. he let out a soft laugh as you placed your hand on your chest, playfully scowling at him.

"god, you scared me!" you breathed. "how are you so quiet? i didn't even hear you come up." the stranger gave you a knowing smile.

"it seems to be a talent of mine. my friends complain about it quite often as well," he says, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. taking his hand out of his pocket, he reaches out to shake your own.

"it's nice to finally meet you," he starts. "my name is ike. i work at the tattoo parlor just over there." he points over his shoulder to the shop in question. funnily enough, you swear you can see a figure in the window giving the two of you a big thumbs up. he seemed to be wearing a fedora?

returning your gaze to ike, you smile and introduce yourself in turn. he was much more beautiful in person, you thought. and maybe it was the soft sunlight dancing across his features, or the gentle breeze ruffling his hair in a way that felt criminal, but you felt emboldened by the tranquility of the moment and spoke before you could chicken out.

"would you like to come inside for tea?" you ask, biting your lower lip slightly. ike's gaze softens at your words.

"i'd love to, älskling."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

luca loved his job. it was clear to see his adoration for tattoos considering the swirling forms of ink adorning his chest, back and arm, and he had the reputation to back it up; great skills, excellent service, and a wonderful conversationalist. the blonde's shop is a popular choice for first-timers thanks to his bubbly attitude and easy-going personality, and he had a way of making you feel comfortable in the chair even with a needle buzzing away and leaving permanent marks on your skin. he knew why he was popular; luca has high emotional intelligence after all. how else could he make his clients feel so at ease as he does? this reputation was what drew you to his shop in the first place.

immediately you felt out of place in your pastel yellow cardigan and white linen trousers. when you called on the phone, the woman you spoke to was enthusiastic about your idea and understood your request for the "nice artist that everybody goes to for their first tattoo". you assume the turquoise-haired receptionist sitting behind the counter was her, and you mustered up the courage to approach at her kind smile.

"hi! did you have an appointment?" she asked. you nodded and gave her your information as she clicked through the files on her computer. turning back to you, she gave you another grin in an attempt to ease your obvious nerves.

"luca's just cleaning up his equipment from his last appointment, he should be ready in five to ten minutes," she says. nodding and shooting her a quick thank you, you go sit down on one of the plush couches as you wait to be called in.

it feels like no time has passed at all before a head of blonde hair pokes out from behind a door, violet eyes sweeping across the lobby before landing on you. suddenly, a bright smile adorns the man's face as recognition flickers in his eyes.

"hey!" he calls, approaching you quickly. your eyes quickly drop to his rather large chest—how are his tits so big? what the fuck. that button is fighting for its life right now. oh god the way his shirt stretches as he moves. is he talking right now? oh fuck i'm staring aren't i shit oh god fuck-

you quickly snap your gaze back to his face, praying to any god out there that he didn't notice your painful obvious staring. lucky for you, luca is the textbook definition of himbo. while he did notice, he thought it was for a completely different reason.

"oh shit, is there something on my shirt?" he asks, looking down to check.

"ah, no, there was a fly but it's gone now," you quickly say, trying to salvage the situation and save your hide. the receptionist is watching the exchange with stifled laughter.

"oh pog, that's fine then," the blonde says. "anyways, as i was saying. it's super cool to finally meet you in person! i'm luca, you own the flower shop across the street right?" you nod, fiddling with your sleeves. he leads you into the studio with a smile, plopping down onto the swivel chair and flipping through a black binder that presumably held your design.

"it's super cool that you're getting a tattoo," luca starts, removing a few sheets of paper from the binder. "i'm honored to design your first one. i know it's a big deal and you might be scared, but there's nothing to be nervous about! here's some of the designs i came up with for your idea, by the way. don't worry if you don't like any of them, we wanna make sure you're a hundred percent satisfied with the design before we start inking!" he finishes. luckily for the both of you, you fell in love with a version on the second page.

luca grins, and soon enough the high buzzing of the tattoo needle fills the room. seeing that you're still a bit fidgety, he racks his brain for a way to calm you down while he sanitizes your skin with an alcohol wipe.

"hey, uh…" he pauses. you look up and meet his eyes. luca bites his lip for a moment before continuing with a small smile.

"how about we make a deal?" you lift an eyebrow showing that you're interested.

"if i can get this session done without any tears or panic attacks, will you go on a date with me?"

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

tucked away in a hidden corner of central london was a quaint little street filled with cute little shops and flowering trees. string lights hung across the buildings while vines crept up the red brick giving it a cozy atmosphere. passerby can be seen browsing the many stores and chatting with each other outside cafes, sipping on their tea and snacking on pastries. overall, it was a popular area for locals and a hidden gem for tourists.

there was one store in particular that got a bit more foot traffic than the others, and that was the flower shop. run by a mother and her son, you could always see at least one patron scanning the many bouquets or discussing events with either of the two florists. they were well known for their great color combinations and meaningful consultations, and the two had a solid group of regulars coming back every week.

one of those regulars was you.

your coworkers can find you at the florists every tuesday morning to pick up your usual order of carnations to decorate the reception desk of your tattoo parlor. they were your favorite flower and there was always a bouquet set aside and ready for you to pick up when you inevitably dropped by.

today, however, you were met with the son instead of the matron who normally worked tuesday mornings.

walking inside, the tinkling of a bell signaled your arrival in the shop. there was one other person here this early in the morning—an old man you see every week picking up flowers for his husband. you shoot him a quick hello and a smile before you turn to the front counter. you saw the carnations wrapped up and ready on the shelf behind the counter, but no florist to be seen. since you were in no rush, you decided to just wait and look out the window, watching a rather amusing dispute between a squirrel and a bird.

about five minutes had passed before you hear a door open. looking over your shoulder, the first thing you notice is his orange shirt, and the rather large basket of peonies in his arms. closing the door behind him with his foot, the man turns around and jumps slightly at the sight of you.

"oh shit!" he yelps, fumbling the flowers in his arms. you laugh a little under your breath at how cute he is before you walk over to him.

"do you need help?" you giggle, reaching out an arm in case the basket fell. he waves a hand signaling that he's fine before sliding past you and gently setting the flowers down onto the counter. briefly, memories of the matron retelling various stories and gushing over her son flash in your mind. he's a lot more handsome than you thought, based off her descriptions of him alone.

"you own that tattoo parlor down the street, right?" the man asks, turning around to face you. "my mum told me you would be coming to pick up the flowers. i'm mysta, by the way." walking around the counter to pick up the bouquet of carnations, he turns back to you and inputs the price into the register. you swipe your card and quickly thank him as he hands them off to you with a grin. you're about to push open the door to leave when you pause, biting your lip. fuck it, you think, turning back around.

"mysta," you call. the florist looks up from where he was arranging another bouquet.

"yeah?" he responds, quirking an eyebrow. taking a deep breath, you smile.

"would you be interested in grabbing a bite to eat later?"

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

it only appears when you need it most. at least, that was how the rumor goes. it was hard the believe that the run down building across the street was home to a magical flower shop, but there were too many people who swore they’ve met the sorcerer to brush it off completely.

it was quite an old building—vines crawled up the decrepit brick and weeds sprouted in large clumps in the cracked sidewalk. the archway leading to it was rusted and the gate itself was hanging precariously by its hinges.

you refused to believe it at first. after all, magic wasn’t real, right? but the number of clients gushing to you about the pretty florist kept increasing. it spread to your actual work as well with many of them requesting to get their flower permanently inked onto their bodies.

every morning now when you’re opening up the shop, you find yourself looking over your shoulder to stare at the old building, wondering if you would ever be able to see it like so many others have.

the answer to your question showed itself almost a month later.

when a rather scathing review of your shop appeared on yelp, you couldn’t help but feel insecure of your work and your place in this profession. despite what your coworkers and fellow artists have said in an attempt to reassure you, you couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of the back of your mind.

now, you find yourself locking up the parlor for the day when you hear a faint tinkling. it sounded like wind chimes, but as far as you knew, nobody on this street had any hanging outside. curious, you strained your ears to see if you could determine where the sound was coming from. it was almost enchanting, and you couldn’t stop yourself from walking toward its melody. your feet take you to the rusted gates across the street, and taking a brief look around, nobody else was outside at the moment. it almost seemed as if the world went quiet. pushing past the worn gates, you gasped at the sight.

instead of the dilapidated old building you thought you would see, your eyes are met with a warm brick shop with smoke gently puffing out its chimney. flowers you’ve never even seen before were on display in the windowsills, and the dainty cobblestone path was lined with little orbs of light. for a lack of a better word, it was magical.

pushing open the wooden door, you hear the tinkling of the wind chime that drew you to the shop in the first place. taking a quick glance around, you see various flowers and plants tastefully decorated around the room. the muted purple walls seemed to hum with energy—in fact, the whole place did.

you took careful steps around the displays when you hear the wind chime’s melody once again. this time, it takes you toward the back of the shop where you find a small pot housing what looked to be daisies. you let your fingers brush against the petals lightly, breathing in its pleasant aroma. taking a closer look, however, you see a little label next to the pot that said ‘chamomile.’

“it means strength in adversity,” a voice says behind you. spinning on your heel, you’re met with striking violet eyes and a mischievous smile. the man—who you’re going to assume is the florist/sorcerer everybody has been talking about—is leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. you stare at him for a moment. he really is pretty, you thought.

kicking off from the wall, he walks up to you and caresses the chamomiles with a soft look on his face. turning to you, he grins.

"it's nice to finally meet you, neighbor. i was wondering when you would show up,” he says. “i’m shu; i’m the owner of the shop.” you reach out to shake his hand as you introduce yourself in turn. looking back at the white flowers, you bite your lip. opening your mouth, you ask him how much they cost. shu shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"i don't take mortal money,” he starts. “all my customers pay me with memories or feelings instead. they’re much more valuable to me and my work.”

soon enough, you find yourself sitting on a plush chair with a bowl of swirling pink mist sitting in front of you—mist that was supposed to be your emotions. shu dips his hand into the bowl briefly before he jerks it back with a blush on his face. he coughs awkwardly, unable to meet your eyes. the sorcerer rubs the back of his head before taking the bowl and pouring its contents into a flask he seemed to pull out of thin air.

right when you’re about to leave the shop with your chamomiles in hand, the violet eyed man stops you with a hand gripping your elbow. you raise your eyebrow at him in question.

"um…" shu starts. he takes a deep breath before continuing. “would you be interested in coming back? you don’t need to buy anything, it’s just…” he bites his lip. “i’d like to see you again, if that’s ok.”

six months later, you shrug off your jacket and place it on shu’s chair revealing fresh ink on your shoulder. he grins at the sight.

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

AKUMA FLOWERS was well known for its handsome florist. extremely well known. you can often find handfuls of people trailing into the store as if they were hypnotized, an excited smile gracing their face as they greet the man. it's obvious to see that many of these patrons aren't exactly interested in the flowers but vox instead, and despite this he always welcomes them in with a warm hello and an attractive grin. however, it was because of these types of customers that the demon tends to appreciate those with a genuine interest in his work.

vox takes a lot of pride in his arrangements—many nights have been spent memorizing different flower meanings and experimenting with color combos—and the demon knows his regulars appreciate his efforts. the florist lets his familiar smirk soften into a more sincere smile whenever a regular comes in to the store, welcoming them by name.

yes, vox loves flowers. how ironic that a fearsome demon such as he now wears soft cardigans and tenderly cares for roses. but despite this stark contrast in his nature and his job, he doesn’t regret choosing this path. after all, it led him to you.

vox wasn't ignorant of your lingering glances. when you park your motorcycle and tug off your helmet, your eyes automatically land on his store across the street. it’s hard to ignore your presence when more than a few of his patrons have complained about the noise of your bike, but all he can think about is how breathtaking you look every day.

the demon puffs out his chest a little bit more, stands a little taller every time he feels your gaze on him. yes, he preens at your attention. sue him. on more than one occasion he’s considered walking inside your parlor for a tattoo just so that he could have an excuse to talk to you. luckily, he didn’t have to resort to that.

one late afternoon after the last customer for the day left, vox heard the small tinkling of a bell signaling an arrival. he poked his head out from behind a display, the words ‘i’m so sorry, but i’m afraid we’re closed for today’ on his lips when his eyes landed on your form. vox’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ in surprise, before he stood up straight and dusted his apron.

"oh, um, hello there,” he stuttered. internally, vox cursed himself. where did the suave voice demon go?

"hey yourself, handsome,” you purred, sliding up next to him. from this close, vox could smell your perfume and gods was it simply alluring.

"it's nice to finally put a voice to your face,” you say, cocking your head to the side.

"don't you mean, putting a name to my face?” he asks, sure that that was how the saying usually goes. you let out a melodic laugh at his question and vox was sure he couldn’t fall any harder.

"oh, i know your name, vox akuma,” you declare. “my coworkers go on and on about the handsome florist across the street.” the demon feels his face flush at your words, and curses himself for doing so once again. putting on a brave front, he smirked.

"this is a bit unfair then, no? i should get to know your name as well,” he bargains, leaning over slightly. his eyes widen in surprise when you lean closer as well, your eyes darting down to his lips before you meet your gaze again.

"i'll tell you if you agree to grab dinner with me?” you propose. vox doesn’t even have to think before he replies.

"let me close up the shop real quick and we can go. i know a great pizza place down the road.”

WRITTEN ! 081122

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

Some more bonus thoughts for the sweater weather AU, Akai family edition™ (somewhat disjointed because I've been busy)

The Akai siblings all have one of the OG cream sweaters, it's a matching set (this is conjecture, but the Akais seem like an old family line to me, and so they have a family crest, which is sneakily integrated into the knitting pattern - this makes the sweaters distinguishable to those in the know). The sweater thing was all brought on by Mary deliberately misunderstanding Shukichi's polite nudges about her being cold to her children.

This fact makes Amuro's meeting with Masumi even more awkward than in canon! :) Because she's sure she's seen this guy before, and he's wearing the family sweater, which leaves two main possibilities: either a) Amuro killed Akai and took his sweater or b) Amuro was Akai's friend/lover and was either gifted the sweater or inherited it after Akai's death (because she knows Shukichi and herself still have theirs). The whiskey trio seemed friendly when she met them, but her big brother was an agent and possibly undercover, so it's a toss-up and she's gonna be real suspicious of Rei going forward. Throughout this whole exchange Rei is hugging the sweater to himself as if it could protect him from this feral teen. It's not helping :)

Sweater exchanges become significantly more difficult due to Masumi's stalking ["Do something, FBI dog. She can't keep following me, eventually she'll get wrapped up in something she can't handle. And she's annoying. Also, tell her to get a different hat, fedoras are so cliché." - "Furuya-kun, she believes I'm dead." - "Well, maybe you should fix that, actually." (Rei has strong opinions on not telling people you faked your death, he's still miffed about Scotch)]. As a side effect, this also drags Okiya's already shaky credibility as his own definitely real person in the mud, and Mary ends up figuring her son out.

We all remember that scene at the end of the Scarlet Bullet movie where Mary waits in Okiya's car with a gun and threatens him, right? Well, that happens, but it's "I don't blame you for not telling us you faked your death. But you really could've called and told me about your partner." To which Akai is like "??? - Mother, my ex has been dead for half a year now, and we hadn't been dating for three years before that?" Mary is tempted to just shoot her stupid son, she's seen the security footage of the blonde guy coming over and staying for hours on a semi-regular basis. Masumi has told her how long they've known each other. She's seen them fight.

(Though for what it's worth, Akai's telling the truth - he might be teasing Furuya but the agent is, at this point, barely tolerating to have a couple of drinks with Shuichi after a particularly bad day. Since becoming Okiya he's been bored a lot, so he's mostly humoring Furuya and enjoying company where he doesn't have to hide his true self. He figures Furuya might need the same).

Nobody bothered to ask Shukichi, who knew the whole time Akai was still around, whoops (when they eventually decide to tell him, he pretends to be pleasantly surprised). He meets Amuro in his favourite sweater, smiles cheerfully, comments on the need for such cosy clothing (to which Amuro agrees pleasantly), and files the information away for later use with a sly glint in his eyes.

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Sweater weather AU masterpost

[sirensea14]

Ship ship ship shit art--i mean, ship art!

I was doing an el filibusterismo assignment when i randomly got my ass to draw Maria Sirena and Benedict Inkwell💀 (yes, thats their spanish colonial era names XD)

Maybe drop in a some lore,

Maria Sirena De La Mar y Noche

-a beautiful yet cautious and fierce Filipina woman, she doesnt trust any of the Spaniards nor any other nationalities who come to Las Filipinas. She is also known as Maria Sirena. She has a beautiful singing voice and some colorful talents. She often spend late nights to do art. Her family has been in good contact with the town's Kura Paroko (parish priest), though, she dislikes him especially whenever she catches him staring at her. One day, a group of American friends spot her on a warm afternoon and they try to befriend her. Especially that man with a blue three-piece suit, a red bow tie and a fedora hat... (Also, if you know the story of either Maria Clara or Juli in El Fili, yk whats gonna happen to Maria Sirena, except she has a good ending compared to the aforementioned two characters)

Benedict Inkwell

-a famous artist in America who draws portraits of people in black paint and a white canvas. He also does inky portraits and pencil portraits. He didnt plan to go to Las Filipinas but his friends, Boris Connor, and his wife--which is also a friend-- Alice Connor (nee Angel) convinced him. They also tagged along the twin brothers Carlos and Manuel Blanco, and Manuel's girlfriend, Cala Maria Lithos. Benedict is often teased by his friends by calling him his famous nickname "Bendy" because he gets a lot of troubles as a child

Other characters

Boris Connor - Benedict's childhood friend and best friend. He is a married wolf. He is a Jack of all trades, meaning he can do any work and any occupation (Like Bert frlm Mary Poppins) and is also a Magician. He likes playing the Clarinet. American.

Alice Connor nee Angel - Boris' beautiful singing wife. Also a childhood friend of Benedict. She can play the piano and cooks very well. She is very friendly and open minded. American.

Carlos Jose Diego Blanco y Fernandez - the older twin brother. He likes collecting old stuff, especially vintage plates and cups. He is very good at wielding guns. Spanish. He is part of the Guardia Civil, to serve and protect the people--like his (retired) grandfather.

Manuel Alejandro Francisco Blanco y Fernandez - The younger twin brother. Also has a hobby of collecting vintage dishes like his brother. Spanish. He has a girlfriend. Good at wielding guns too, especially the sniper rifles. He is part of the Guardia Civil, to serve and protect the people--like his (retired) grandfather.

Cala Maria Lithos - A famous singer and Maxwell's girlfriend. Greek. She has strong eyes (idk how to put mataray into english lol) which sometimes makes people assume she is a bossy and rude person. But after her fame and people got to know her, her eyes became a part of her charm.

(i dont understand why spanish names gotta be so long ;-;)

Also note: all of the characters' powers here; bendy's ink manipulation, siren's mermaid tail and soul manipulation abilities, cuphead and mugman's fingerguns, cala's gorgon stare, are all REMOVED. Nobody has powers here, only guns, gunpowder, fire, knives and voices.

[[Theres a possibility they may be humanized but im not really dedicated to this lol]]

Here's the noli one (old ver)

[natlacentral]

DALLAS LIU SEES YOUR TIKTOK THIRST-TRAP EDITS OF HIM

Dallas Liu may be playing the Zuko in Netflix’s live-action adaptation of Avatar: The Last Airbender, but you won’t catch him with the Fire Nation prince’s restrictive, gravity-defying ponytail in real life. 

“I would never, ever out of my own personal choice rock the ponytail. It’s a haircut that not even cosplayers are willing to take on,” he tells NYLON. “I can gladly say that I would not recommend it to anyone.” But the 22-year-old actor does admit to what fans of the original animated series have known since the show debuted back in 2015: “The ponytail does look super badass on screen.”

Liu says he knew the challenge of bringing such a beloved character to life, but not only did he grow up watching the animated series and loving the Fire Nation prince for his fierce loyalty, but the show inspired him to start practicing martial arts. Ahead, Liu takes on the NYLON 19, revealing his thoughts on ghosts (or “spirits,” as he prefers to call them), TikTok thirst-trap edits of himself, and more.

1. WHAT’S YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN (AND DO YOU BELIEVE IN IT)?

I am a Leo! Unfortunately, I don’t believe in it because of my experience meeting people with the same birthday, but us being different personality-wise.

2. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS (AND HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ONE)?

Yes, most definitely. Although I think the word “spirits” would be a better way to define it. I’ve never seen one — thank God — but I have felt uneasy in very old hotels or rooms that have a very long history.

3. WHO WOULD BE THE THREE HEADLINERS OF THE MUSIC FESTIVAL OF YOUR DREAMS?

Dominic Fike, Beach House, and Sade.

4. WHAT'S A BAD HABIT OF YOURS THAT YOU'VE BEEN MEANING TO FIX?

Honestly, I’m so bad at parking my car. Not that I’m bad at driving, but when it comes to parallel parking or even in a parking lot, I don’t put much thought into it.

5. WHAT WAS THE LAST INTERNET RABBIT HOLE YOU WENT DOWN?

I spend too many nights doom-scrolling on Instagram or TikTok, but it was probably a compilation of Avatar: The Last Airbender lore.

6. DESCRIBE YOUR WORST DATE IN THREE WORDS OR PHRASES.

Short, McDonald’s, Black Ice Car Freshener

7. WHAT WAS THE LAST DM YOU RECEIVED?

My friend sent me a TikTok thirst-trap edit of myself this morning which was interesting.

8. IF YOU COULD BE IN ANY MUSIC VIDEO, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I would have to say either the music video for Bow Wow’s “Let Me Hold You” or Chris Brown’s “Yo (Excuse Me Miss)” just because the music videos in the ‘00s were just built differently.

9. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT, AND WHAT ARE YOUR MEMORIES OF IT?

Daniel Caesar performing in LA for his Case Study 01: Tour. It was my first one, so I remember everything about it. At the time, he was taking the music industry by storm and I was a major fan, so that concert was everything to me. I also was introduced to how much of a different experience listening to live music is.

10. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE AS A KID?

The Polar Express.

11. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEME/INTERNET JOKE AND WHY?

The personality that comes with wearing a fedora. It’s always funny to me and forever will be. Maybe one day I’d get to play a character that wears a fedora. Maybe Zuko.

12. WHAT'S YOUR GO-TO BREAKUP SONG?

“I Gotta Find Peace of Mind” by Lauryn Hill.

13. WHAT IS ONE THING EVERYONE SHOULD BUY THAT IS UNDER $10?

A sweet latte with oat milk from Blue Bottle. A must. Just try it. It’s so good. I could live off of it.

14. WHAT PIECE OF CLOTHING FROM HIGH SCHOOL DO YOU WISH YOU KEPT?

My vintage Green Day shirt. It had the perfect shade of a faded black and the fit of it was immaculate.

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES THAT YOU OWN, AND WHY?

Military boots because they look the coolest.

16. WHAT IS YOUR GO-TO SAD SONG?

Anything by Elliott Smith or Duster.

17. WHAT REALITY SHOW WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO APPEAR ON?

Love Island UK.

18. WHAT IS YOUR BEST BEAUTY TIP OR TRICK?

Korean skincare products.

19. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FAST-FOOD PLACE, AND WHAT’S YOUR ORDER?

Wingstop: four lemon pepper classic and four original hot classic, all flats. Lemon pepper seasoned fries cooked well done. A side of ranch and bleu cheese. Root beer.

[tamakishoochie]

Wet Dreams

CW: Somnophilia? Spit exchange, slight mentions of blood and gore, Creampie

18+, MDNI

word count: 🤷🏾‍♀️

Freddy!Shigaraki x Black!Reader

“Are you serious? Another murder? That’s the sixth one this week!” You groaned, obviously annoyed with a hint of frustration in your voice. You were a private investigator hired to find the sick bastard behind the murders that took place this week on Elm street and your assistant had just brought in another picture of yet another crime scene. It made you nauseous. The picture displayed a dead man with his stomach sliced open, his entrails hanging off the side of the bed. You quickly set the disturbing photo aside, fed up with having to see another person killed.

It was almost 1AM and you’ve been in your office all day, not that it mattered anyway. You haven't been able to get any sleep since you started this case.

“I’m calling it a night. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the crime scene and investigate. Maybe tonight will be the night I get some damn sleep.” You wave off your assistant before packing up your stuff to leave.

After showering, brushing your teeth, and twisting your hair, you slip on your silk bonnet and head on to bed. You take some melatonin to help with your insomnia before getting underneath the covers.

“Let’s see how this goes..”

You didn’t even realize you fell into a deep sleep afterward, so deep that you began to dream.

You were back in your office, looking over the photos again but instead of victims, they were nude pictures of you. Your face started to heat up from embarrassment and you wondered who the hell took these. There were pictures of you fully naked in various raunchy poses.

“What the hell? I don’t even take pictures like…this..”

One photo, in particular, stood out from the rest. Picking it up, your eyes widen and you cover your mouth after gasping. The explicit photo showed a man you’ve never seen before holding you down in a mating press with your ankles down by your ears. He had grayish-blue hair and pale skin with red glowing eyes.

You seemed to be enjoying what the man was giving you in the photo but he had a wicked grin on his face.

Looking a bit closer, you try and get a better look at his face since his hair is draped over it. Suddenly, the man in the picture looks up at you with a maniacal grin, causing you to drop the photo and stand up quickly from your chair.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Not pretty enough for you?”

A voice echoed down the hall that led to your office. Looking down the eerie hallway, you see nothing but white smoke being illuminated by some source of light behind it. A silhouette of a man appears from it and starts to make its way towards you.

“What do you want? Who are you?” You call out to the man.

Seconds later, the same man that was in the photo shows himself, trailing what seemed to be finger knives along the wall with a loud screech. He wore an old, worn-out fedora and a red and green striped tattered sweater.

As he got closer, you pull your gun out from its holster and point it directly at him, warning him that you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

“S-stay back, I’m warning you, sir!”

Something about him was off and a dark aura surrounded him. He didn’t seem intimidated at all.

“Shigaraki..” The man spoke as soon as he came face to face with you, close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“What?..” You respond, but too distracted by how oddly intriguing and attractive he was.

“You’ve been looking for the perpetrator behind the murders right? Well, his name is Shigaraki. You found him!” He lets out an eerie, dark chuckle that sends chills up and down your spine.

You point your gun between his eyes and say that he’s under arrest, but he scoffs in your face, grabbing your wrist tightly and making you drop the only thing you had to protect yourself.

“Welcome to the Nightmare World, babe~..” Picking you up and slamming you down on your own desk, he looks over and picks up the photo you dropped earlier. With his other hand, he trails a finger knife up your buttoned nightgown.

“Let’s recreate this one, yeah? You look so good on your back taking my dick~..”

Before you could say anything else, he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other trails back down your gown, popping off the buttons with a single finger knife. Shigaraki gropes your right breast and tweaks the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making you moan and arch up into his hand.

“Oh, sensitive, are we?~ That’s cute.”

Leaning down, he flicks his warm tongue against your hard nipple, sucking on it roughly and kneading the flesh around it before moving to give the other one the same treatment. You didn’t understand why you were letting him do all of this to you, but you didn’t care. It was just a dream anyway, or was it?

Shigaraki’s tongue makes its way up to your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys before taking over your mouth with his own. His lips were chapped but managed to still feel soft. You moan from how rough he was kissing you and you could feel your panties drenching just from that. Grabbing your chin, he forces your mouth open with your lips puckered out.

“Tongue out, now..”

You obey and stick your tongue out, eyes lust-filled as he spits onto your tongue, swallowing it willingly.

He seemed pleased by that and wasn’t gonna tell you to swallow, but he’s glad you did anyway.

Using his finger knives once more, he shreds your underwear up, revealing your aching pussy that needed attention quickly.

And Shigaraki delivers by pulling your bottom half to the edge of your desk before forcing your legs open. Pulling up a chair, he sits down and spreads your pussy lips apart, admiring the way your cunny clenches around nothing.

You look down and your eyes meet, causing you to look away with your face heated

“Look at me while I do this. Don’t look away or there will be consequences..” He chuckled, only being half-serious.

You gulp and watch as Shigaraki dives right into your juiced-up pussy, giving you nice long licks along your folds and paying close attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around it and nipping at it gently. You pant heavily and try your hardest to keep your eyes open. This was starting to feel a little too real for it to be a dream still.

Once he started adding fingers, though, your head began to spin. The way his fingers stretched you out felt amazing, his middle finger constantly rubbing against the spongey g-spot that made you moan out his name and grip the sides of your desk. His movements gradually began to speed up, lewd and embarrassing sounds echoing throughout the entire office. You feel something starting to unravel within your abdomen and you brace yourself, keeping your eyes on Shigaraki and him doing the same with you. Right then and there, you scream out from ecstasy as you release onto his fingers, squirting everywhere and making a huge mess.

Smiling, he removes his fingers and gives your cunt a couple of hard pats, mumbling something along the lines of ‘That’s a good girl’.

Standing up, Shigaraki removes his glove, dropping it to the floor, and starts unbuckling his pants. You stare wide-eyed as he reveals his whopping 12 incher, all nice and hard just for you. Bullying his way between your legs, he positions his cock at your entrance. Shoving his still wet fingers inside of your mouth, you suck on them and moan at the taste.

Your moans are muffled by his fingers as he begins to insert the tip, going all the way until only half was inside of you. Your eyes are closed shut from how good he stretched you out, pussy walls clenching around his dick after hearing him curse underneath his breath. Taking his fingers out of your mouth after sucking them clean, he goes right back to choking you right as he began to thrust his hips roughly into you. The way your body rocked with each and every thrust made the desk move and screech against the floorboard, making you grip onto the desk for dear life as he pounded into you unapologetically.

“Let’s take this back to your place~..” Shigaraki groaned out while the office morphed into a bedroom that looked exactly like yours. Instead of a desk, you were fucking on your bed now with the headboard banging against the wall. Gripping the back of your thighs, he pushes your legs down by your ears, folding you completely before he starts fucking you even harder now with the tip of his cock kissing your womb with each insertion.

For a murderer, he sure did whine a lot during sex. You didn’t mind though, his moans and whines were pretty and you were always into vocal men. The way your gummy walls grip onto him makes him cry out even more. Moving your legs over his shoulders, he places one hand on the headboard, and the other grips firmly on your tit.

“G-gonna cum, baby...”

He pants, voice cracking. Shigaraki buries his face in the nook of your neck and whispers in your ear.

“Take it, take it all!~”

His hips stutter a bit before filling you up to the brim with cum, some of it dribbling down onto the bed and making a small puddle. You whine after he pulls out.

“Sorry, but your alarm is about to go off. See ya around, doll~..”

Confused, you watch him disappear into nothing right before you’re woken up by your alarm.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and realize where you were.

“Woah, what was that..” You sigh, rubbing your face before leaning over to turn your alarm off. Something didn’t feel right and you felt dirty. Flipping your covers off of you, you look down and see your panties have been shredded and globs of cum oozed out of you. Panicking, you scramble out of bed and run towards your bathroom. Looking into the mirror, you see bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.

At least you finally got some sleep

[rhettabbotts]

I saw the new Indiana Jones movie on the fourth and I'm with you on the Indi!Rhett train. I'd love to travel with him and get into all sorts of trouble. Probably met in college to become an archeologist, possibly slight rivals (there's hella tension then too). Y'all go your separate ways and then see each other years later and you join him on the mission to recover the Ark of the Covenant. I feel like maybe the rivalry is still there but so is the attraction. Rhett likes someone who can match his wit. After the Ark is recovered y'all confess your feelings for each other and that begins a lifetime of adventures.

you couldn't stand him. and he loathed you. you were constantly bickering. you were sure the boat driver was ready to throw you both overboard to become fish food but he was infuriating.

"oh, c'mon princess. you know we have to go through the catacombs in order to get to the temple. that's the only way," rhett said smugly, tipping his fedora back away from his eyes. they were nearly as blue as the water you were sailing on.

"it is not! it says here in the journal that if we just follow the trail and go through the tunnel under the bridge we'll be right at it! and do not call me princess. you know i hate it."

"i know. that's why i do it," he smirked.

the sun was sweltering, rhett's tan shirt was already soaked through. you couldn't wait to lay down in an actual bed. that wish was thoroughly ruined once you discovered there was only one bed in the room. with no couch.

"i'll sleep on the floor," you suggested, not daring to meet rhett's eyes.

"we're adults. we can share a bed. besides, we shouldn't be here no more than a few days."

those few days turned into a week of running from gunshots and enemies who were also after the ark, a twisted ankle and tons of bruises that covered both of your bodies.

rhett was laying on the bed that you have been sharing for four nights now, the pillow barricade tossed aside as he hissed at the alcohol that you cleaned the cut on his chest with.

"will you quit moving?!"

"it hurts, damnit!"

"where doesn't it hurt, rhett?!"

"here," rhett pointed to his temple, mouth turned down into a deep scowl. you bent down before you could stop yourself. lips brushing softly against his hairline. rhett inhaled deeply, nearly moaning at the smell of you. you pulled away, smiling as you watched his eyes flutter.

"anywhere else?"

his finger brushed across his eye and you placed a kiss there as well. one to his cheek. another to the tip of his nose. until finally your lips met in a passionate kiss.

and when the sun rose above the desert the next morning, a warmth bloomed in your chest as you snuggled closer to the heat of rhett's body. you knew your life was just beginning. with the man you've fallen in love with by your side.

[btsgotjams27]

Sweet Tooth ~ JJK | 4

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

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ~ the saint

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

1943.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The love of his life?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung nodded. "He does."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to be a vampire."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Promise," Hyejin playfully repeated back to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live or die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

2022.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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