#I mean. I applaud you keeping your promise but holy fucking shit.
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akaza’s backstory
heyo so i decided to do live notes on me reading this guys backstory. my mom says she literally cried when she read a year before me, and that its really sad so i wanted to keep my live reactions bcs this isnt my first time screaming at the plot twists in demon slayer. i start the live notes in the beginnings of chapter 154 and im also reading the manga in japanese so i might have mistranslated/misunderstood some things lol
SPOILERS BELOW THIS IS YOUR WARNING
initial thoughts on akaza: idk hes pretty fruity like the mugen train arc “oni ni nare, kyoujurou” in japanese was omg just. so fucking fruity. and he said the same freaking thing to giyuu omgs- also he hates douma and wants to kill kokushibo but idk what to really feel about him. anyways ive seen the little hints at the girl holding his hand and he tried to punch it, and his head grew back bc he said he had to get stronger???
live notes start here (just jot notes):
- damn she pulling out the existential crisis on akaza
- oh his dads sick boo hoo
- woah wait is he a pickpocket?
- oh my fucking wait is that why he looks like a basketball???
- holy shit is this where he becomes a basketball?
- like every time he gets caught stealing he gets a mark as punishment
- damn how many times did u get caught bruh
- welp idk how hed steal without his hands
- oof he just got called a demon child well hes a demon moon now
- oh wait my mom specified for me it means a kid who was born with teeth
- HOLY SHIT NAME DROP DUDE THATS A NICE NAME
- OMG HIS DAD KILLED HIMSELF JUST LIKE ZENITSUS TEACHER
- dude this suicide letter like ‘i cant take medicine bought by stolen money sorry for making myself a bother for you live a good life’
- oh hes mourning by hurting himself fighting people
- “even if it took 100 years for my dad to heal” and he kept half of that promise
- damn akazas backstory is just him getting beat up by everyone he meets
- and hes just like taking the beatings bc he wanted his dad to get medicine
- well fuck medicine for special diseases does cost a lot poor akaza
- and his dad just killed himself anyway
- still dont know who the girl is
- damn i wouldnt be able to stand getting whipped and bones broken for my parents
- huh he beat the living shit out of seven adults
- and he didnt get a scratch and hes also a kid
- who tf is that guy it seems akaza also has the same question
- oh is this guy who applauded akaza some sort of sensei i mean he has a dojo
- why does akazas personality sort of remind me of inosukes ‘fight me bitch’ type thing
- oh shit theyre gonna fight
- that wasnt so much of a fight than a man slapping a kid silly
- nother name drop keizou
- OOF AKAZAS FACE LOL
- oh akaza is gonna take care of a girl?
- HOLY SHIT ITS THAT GIRL I THINK WAIT HER NAME IS KOYUKI
- I SMELL BUDDING TEEN ROMANCE HERE JUST SAYING
- OMG ITS SO AWKWARD AND CUTE
- and akaza has someone to take care of again!
- aww cute moment between them
- also fireworks! yay! hes saying he can piggyback ride her there that so sweet
- oh shit shes crying
- oh thats so cute that their only purposes are to protect those they love
- omgs and akaza on his little training arc with keizou like how tanjirou did with urokodaki and both are taking care of a younger girl who is bedridden- the parallels
- holy shit three year time skip
- oh ok koyuki is better now
- OMG THEY DO LIKE EACH OTHER AAAAAAAAA THEYRE SO SWEET AND SHES SO NERVOUS AND HES SO NERVOUS
- OH HES GONNA SAY YES TO THE MARRIAGE PROPOSAL
- HES GONNA FOLLOW HIS DADS SUICIDE NOTE AND LIVE A GOOD LIFE
- HE EVEN VISITED THE GRAVE HELP
- WAIT SHIT NO HES A DEMON SOMETHING GOES WRONG
- NONONONONO WAIT SHIT I WAS ACTUALLY SORT OF STARTING TO LIKE THESE TWO
- OMG HES ADMITTING THAT THEYRE HIS TWO FAVOURITE PEOPLE
- wait whats this abt poison
- WAIT WHAT POISON
- THIS IS TURNING VERY FAST WHAT THE FUCK
- WHAT THEY WERE BOTH POISONED AND FUCKING DIED WHAT
- BECAUSE OF THE FREAKING DOJO WTFFFFFF
- I- I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS
- ok were back and ready to react
- wait what promise
- CALLBACK TO THE FIREWORKS
- ohh shes saying she wants to watch the fireworks with akaza next year and the year after too... oh shit she died.
- damn so both their parents killed themselves bc of their kids
- ohhh this is so sweet but sad knowing she just died
- AND HE PROMISED TO PROTECT HER BUT OH NOOOOOO
- OH SHIT HES KILLING THEM ALL WITH HIS BARE HANDS
- DAMN THATS BRUTAL AND TWISTED OF AKAZA
- BUT DAMN THIS IS HIS WAY OF MOURNING HOLY FUCK
- EVERY SINGLE STUDENT OF THE RIVAL DOJO?!?!?!?!!??!
- HOLY SHIT ITS MUZAN JACKSON
- DO THE MOONWALK PLS
- OH SHIT THIS IS WHEN MUZAN WAS THINKING ABOUT MAKING THE TWELVE KIZUKI
- OH SHIT AKAZA RLY SAID MOVE BITCH TO MUZAN
- HE PUNCHED AKAZA I REPEAT HE PUNCHED THROUGH AKAZAS SKULL
- i feel like this is sad because it wasnt even muzans fault that the two of them died it was just poison
- he even admits it out loud himself that his own story is sad help
- hes even completely ok with the fact he wont go to the same place as the three most important people in the world to him
- and giyuu is just standing there
- lmao tanjiro is just always yelling for demons to stop
- wait what tanjiro ur sword-???
- oh shit it slipped from his grip
- sorry i snorted at the fact that tanjiro decked akaza in the face instead
- i think im gonna stop there the backstory is over
- i feel horribly empty inside after finishing that chapter
- think i might just go cry
current thoughts on akaza: damn i understand why ppl are so sad about this, holy shit this is so sad like i have no words im probably gonna have to come back to this post tomorrow to give my thoughts after thinking about this all night
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#akaza#upper rank three#backstory#live notes#japanese#spoilers#demon slayer spoilers#infinity castle arc#tw#mentions of suicide#mentions of murder#mentions of death#kibutsuji muzan#tomioka giyuu#kamado tanjiro#keizou#hakuji x koyuki#koyuki
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Anata no kokoro wo bakkyunkyun
Ki ga tsukeba monitaa no mae de ohayo
Shiranai aida ni nemuke arawaretaIsogashii no ni amaenagara yoseru
Kotoba ni sasoware
"Kimi wa jitsu ni baka da naa"
"Honki de tsuraretaa"
Kanpeki ni ma ni awanai dou shiyou mo nai sono toki
Hirameita nanika ni yori sugu ni akirametaBaka baka baka
Nani ga koko made anata wo ugokasu no?
Michinaru sekai e tobitatsu kibou nose
Baka baka baka
Hoka ni yaru koto madamada aru n janai?
Naite waratte okoru koto makasete ne
Watashi no iro ni shite ageruKurieitibu na kokoro wa orenai sa
Sou wa iu keredo sudeni kuzurete'ta
"Oi sore wa dame daro"Naani mata mochinaoseba hora
Yaruki takusan afureru sunadokei no you niTekitou ni tsukuriageru dakedo nanika mono tarizu
Neta wo sagashite mita kedo chikara tsukite kitaBaka baka baka
Machibouke na no ni tenuki to ka hidoi yo
Honki daseba shiawase desho? Anata nara
Baka baka baka
Yarubeki koto wa subete wasurechae
Utau odoru egaku kotoba okuridasu
Watashi no tame ni ok!Baka baka baka
Nani ga koko made anata wo ugokasu no?
Michinaru sekai e tobitatsu kibou nose
Baka baka baka
Hoka ni yaru koto madamada aru n ja nai?
Naite waratte okoru koto makasete neBaka baka baka
Machibouke na no ni tenuki to ka hidoi yo
Honki daseba shiawase desho? Anata nara
Baka baka baka
Yarubeki koto wa subete wasurechae
Utau odoru egaku kotoba okuridasu
Anata no iro ni shite ageryuuuuuuuuuu
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Assuage: Chapter 22
Yoongi x Reader
Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk (like, it gets dirty lol), some light degradation, unprotected sex, choking, creampie
“Ow!” Jungkook shouted as he landed hard on his back, his eyes narrowing at Yoongi who was now standing over him. “What the fuck hyung?!”
“Hey, it’s training,” Yoongi shrugged. “Don’t be mad at me kid.”
“Yeah exactly, it’s training,” Jungkook scoffed. “That doesn’t mean to try and fucking paralyze me.”
“Come on kid,” Yoongi chuckled, extending his hand and waiting until Jungkook grabbed onto it before helping him back to his feet again. Everyone was out in a clearing in the woods, preparing themselves for the war against Seo-hyun’s pack, just like they had been everyday for the past four days and Jungkook and Yoongi had been put together as sparring partners.
“I see why everyone not so subtly refused to be your partner,” Jungkook groaned as he got into his fighting stance again and waited for Yoongi to do the same before throwing a punch.
“Everyone except Hobi,” Yoongi grunted, dodging Jungkook’s fist before retaliating with a shot at Jungkook’s arm.
“He’s still mad at you?” Jungkook wondered with an oomph, Yoongi knocking the wind out of him when he raised his leg and kicked Jungkook on the side of his abdomen.
“If you call staring at me with distain and looking as though he’s ready to kill me at any moment and the only thing holding him back is that Namjoon told him to let it go being mad, then yes,” Yoongi answered, lifting his leg again and doing a type of fan kick that caused him to hit Jungkook in the hip and drag him down onto the ground.
“How are things going over here?” Namjoon wondered as he walked over to them.
“I need a new partner,” Jungkook huffed. “Yoongi hyung’s trying to kill me.”
“I doubt that,” Namjoon laughed as he held his hand out and helped Jungkook stand up straight again. “We all know Taehyung would kill him if he tried and I doubt Yoongi wants those problems.”
“You got that right,” Yoongi muttered in agreement. “We’re doing good though. How’s everyone else?”
“I actually think we’ll have a chance to win tomorrow,” Namjoon smiled proudly.
“Well, that’s reassuring to hear,” you spoke up as you walked up to them. Yoongi immediately leaned over so that you could press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away.
“What are you doing here?” Yoongi asked.
“Yeah, what are you doing here Y/N-ah?” Namjoon repeated. “You know what I told you.”
“I’m just here to get Yoongi since training is over for today,” you scoffed. “And yes, I remember what you told me even though I still strongly believe that you’re making a mistake by not letting me fight as well.”
“Y/N-ah, it just wouldn’t be smart,” he sighed. “You’re our Pack Physician now. Who’s going to take care of the inevitable injuries that are going to happen tomorrow if you don’t?”
“I get it, I get it,” you replied. “I just feel weird about the fact that everyone is going out to fight tomorrow and I’m not.”
“You’re still helping the pack baby,” Yoongi assured you. “Just in a different way.” You just smiled at him then, leaning over and kissing his cheek again.
“As much as I do love to see you two be all fluffy with each other,” Jungkook groaned. “Are we free to go hyung? I wanted to spend some time with Tae hyung before tomorrow.”
“Yeah, just let me say something to everyone really quick,” Namjoon nodded before turning around to face everyone. “Alright guys, training’s over for the day and if I could get your attention, I’d like to say something to you all.” Everyone turned around to face Namjoon and silence fell over them all before Namjoon began to speak again.
“Tomorrow is going to be a hard day,” he started. “There are some of us who are veterans when it comes to war and for others, this will be their first time. Regardless, the only thing that I can tell you all is to be as brave as you possibly can and fight for this pack. Until tomorrow though, when you’ll have to worry about that, go home. Go home and spend time with your families, your mates, your pups. Have a good meal and get a good night’s rest and tomorrow, we fight for the fate of this pack.”
Everyone applauded once the short speech was over before beginning to disperse. Jungkook said goodbye to you all before walking away, and Namjoon did the same as well.
“So, wanna go back to mines?” You asked Yoongi and he nodded his head.
“That sounds amazing,” he nodded.
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“I wish you’d just be honest with me,” Yoongi groaned as he laid in your bed, watching you move around the room as you got ready for bed.
“I am being honest,” you shot back as you pulled one of Yoongi’s t-shirt over your head, taking a second to throw the shirt that you had had on all day into the hamper before moving to unbutton your pants.
“Baby, I can smell the worry in your scent,” Yoongi pointed out as he watched you take your pants off, leaving you in only your panties. You then walked over to the bed, crawling onto it and settling your body down right next to Yoongi’s. He raised his arm and allowed you to cuddle up to him so that you were resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him.
“What do you want me to say?” You asked.
“I want you to talk to me,” he urged you. “It’s you and I right now, no one else.”
“What, you want me to tell you that I’m absolutely terrified of what might happen tomorrow?” You questioned. “You want me to tell you that I’m afraid of something happening not only to you, but to my brother and two of my closest friends too?”
“Yes, if that’s how you feel,” Yoongi nodded. “And you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“You don’t fucking know that so don’t try and sell me on a promise that you know you can’t keep,” you warned him.
“Well, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to not fight then?” He asked.
“When you first told Namjoon that you would, yes that’s exactly what I wanted but I don’t know now,” you shrugged. “I love the fact that you want to fight for the pack but I just...”
“You just what?”
“I don’t want to lose you,” you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m a strong woman Yoongi but I’ve lost so much over the years, I don’t think I’d be able to handle loosing you too.”
“Hey baby, it’s ok,” he sighed as he reached down and grabbed your hand that had been resting on his chest, intertwining your fingers with his. “I know that I can’t make you any solid promises about what might or might not happen tomorrow so I won’t but I can promise you that I’ll try my damndest to make sure that I come home to you.”
“You promise? You won’t do anything crazy or stupid?”
“Considering that it’s my first time fighting in a war, I hope not,” he chuckled. “But I guarantee you, I’ll do everything in power to make sure that I’m able to come back here tomorrow night and tell you how much I love you.”
“I love you too Yoongi,” you whispered, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. That gentle kiss quickly became heated though, Yoongi’s hands moving down your body and settling on your ass as he pulled you closer to him.
“Missed you,” he murmured against your lips.
“Missed you too Alpha,” you replied. “I wanna feel you.”
“You wanna feel me where baby? You gotta use your words,” he smiled and you pulled away from his lips to look down at him.
“Want to feel you inside of me. I want you to give me your knot.”
“Get on your back for me,” he instructed and you didn’t hesitate before rolling over, letting your legs fall open as he climbed on top of you. He leaned down and attached his lips to your scent gland, sucking on the skin there.
“Ah, ah,” you moaned and you belatedly realized that it came out super high pitched but you could honestly care less because it feel good and you missed him.
“Mm, baby likes that,” Yoongi teased and you rolled your eyes at the ceiling.
“Don’t be mean,” you huffed and he just hummed in reply before sitting up again.
“Lift up for a second,” he said and you did so, lifting your arms afterwards so that he could take his shirt that you had on off, leaving you in just your panties. Once he threw it over his shoulder, he immediately grabbed ahold of your breasts and sucked your left nipple into his mouth.
“Shit Yoongi,” you gasped as you fell back onto the bed, Yoongi following you easily. After a few seconds, he switched over to your right nipple to give it the same treatment.
“I need more,” you whined as you lifted your hips up off of the bed and Yoongi pulled away from your breasts to look down at you.
“What do you want baby?” He asked you, his thumbs skimming your now hardened nipples. “You know that all you have to do is tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” you told him. “Now.”
“No foreplay?” He checked.
“As much as I love it, I just wanna feel you right now,” you replied. “Please?”
“You got it baby,” he smiled. The both of you worked on getting completely undressed, you taking off your panties and Yoongi pushing his boxers and pajama pants down his legs. Once you were both bare, Yoongi settled himself in between your legs on his knees and he marveled at how slick you had gotten.
“Someone’s missed me,” he smirked, reaching out and lightly touching your clit which made you jolt for how sensitive you were.
“D-don’t tease m-m-me,” you whimpered, biting your lip when he gently pushed his pointer finger inside of you.
“I won’t for too long, I promise,” he murmured as he began to finger you slowly. Usually, one finger wasn’t enough for you but you were so turned on, it felt like heaven.
“Yoongi, please,” you groaned.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled as he pulled his finger out of you, using some of your wetness to lubricate his cock. He then shuffled closer to you, grabbing ahold of the base of his cock before pushing himself inside of you.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned loudly, your arms immediately coming up to rest around his shoulders.
“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he grumbled, making sure that he was steady on his knees before starting to fuck into you. “So tight for me.”
“Come here,” you whispered and Yoongi lowered his upper body so that he was hovering right over you. You leaned up to meet him and stuck your nose into his neck, deeply inhaling his fresh water and citrus scent.
“Oh, that’s what you wanted,” Yoongi chuckled as he continued to fuck you. “You know, you’re trying out to be a scent slut.”
“I can’t help it,” you whimpered, not even bothering to deny. “You just smell so fucking good Alpha.”
“You do too baby, you do too,” he huffed, your walls clenching around him making him feel like he could come at any moment. He tried to straighten up again but your arms wrapped around his shoulders prevented him from doing so.
“No,” you whined.
“Baby, I wanna rub your clit and I can’t do that from this position,” he laughed and you reluctantly loosened your arms, letting them fall away as he sat up straight. “Aw, don’t pout baby. Don’t you want Alpha to make you come?”
“Please,” you nodded and Yoongi held his pointer, middle, and ring fingers in front of your face.
“Get them wet baby,” he instructed you and you quietly opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around all three digits and sucking on them. You rolled your tongue over and in between his fingers, making Yoongi groan because you were literally sucking on them as if they were his cock.
“Fuck, you look so sexy like this,” he grunted, his hips snapping against yours harder now. “Drooling all over Alpha’s fingers. God, I could pop my knot just from watching you.”
“Dow rit,” you gurgled, trying to egg him on and he just chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and set them on your clit.
“Gotta make you come first,” he smirked as he began to rub firm circles onto the nub, making you keen from how good it felt. As he continued to thrust into you and rub your clit, you felt your orgasm winding itself up in the pit of your abdomen.
“Holy shit,” you gasped. “I-I’m gonna come.”
“I’m not stopping you baby,” Yoongi smiled as he rubbed your clit faster and that was what made you come undone. Your back arched up off of the bed, your body jerking lightly from how hard you were coming. Yoongi cooed at you as he watched, his Alpha feeling proud that he was able to make his Omega come so hard.
“P-please, slow down,” you huffed as you reached down to push your hand against his hip in an effort to stop him. He took his hand off of your clit and reached down to grab your hand, lifting it away from his hip and bringing it up to his lips in order to press a few soft kisses to your palm.
“You wanna turn onto your side for me?” He wondered and you nodded your head, wincing a little when he pulled his cock out of you. You then turned over and laid on your right side while Yoongi settled himself behind you, scooting closer so that his chest was pressed against your back. He grabbed your thigh, pulling on it until it was hooked over his hip.
“This ok?” He checked in and you nodded, laying your head on his right arm that had snaked it’s way underneath you. Grabbing his cock, he slowly guided himself inside of you, making you sigh quietly when he bottomed out.
“O-oh,” you moaned when he began to fuck you. “Fuck, that’s deep.”
“It is,” he agreed easily. “You’re opening up so good for me baby. Taking Alpha’s cock so well.”
“Mmm, yeah,” you whimpered. “Alpha’s cock feels so good.”
“I bet it does. You’re so wet that I can smell your scent from your pussy,” he grunted, moving his hips faster now. “You gonna come again for me?”
“F-fuh-fuck,” you stuttered, your hands scrambling on the bed and your fingers twisting themselves into the sheets. Taking his left hand that had been resting on your hip, he brought it upwards and wrapped his hand around your throat gently.
“If you want me to stop, tell me,” he whispered into your ear but you shook your hand, bringing one of your hands up to rest on top of his and squeezing it lightly to send him the message. He then squeezed the sides of your throat, which made the walls of your pussy clench around his cock.
“You’re so fucking perfect Y/N-ah,” he muttered as he began to fuck you even harder and faster. “You gonna cream on my cock like you did when I rubbed your clit? You gonna mark your Alpha?”
“Y-yes.”
“Fucking say it,” he demanded harshly.
“G-gonna c-cream Alpha’s c-cock,” you stammered. Yoongi didn’t say anything else and it surprised you a little when you heard him letting out what could only be described as growling. Hearing it made your Omega happy though, because it meant that you were making your Alpha feel amazing.
He didn’t let up the grip that he had around your throat and as he fucked you, it almost felt as though he wasn’t moving his hips anymore and was using his hand on your throat to pull you back against his cock. You felt like a ragdoll and that thought only quickened the pace at which your orgasm was hurtling towards you.
“Shit, I’m about to come,” he announced in a rough voice. “You want that? Wanna feel Alpha’s knot?”
“Fuck yes!” You exclaimed as you came, your orgasm slamming into you like a car with no brakes. As you came again, you were vaguely aware of Yoongi pushing his knot into you and his cum following swiftly behind, and this only prolonged your own orgasm.
“Holy fuck Y/N-ah,” Yoongi chuckled, letting his hand fall away from your throat and letting his forehead rest against the back of your head as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Same,” you giggled as you set your hands on top of his, letting your eyes flutter shut as your body calmed down.
“Can I make a confession?” Yoongi asked after a few minutes of silence and you just hummed in reply because you honestly were half-asleep. “At the end there, I wanted to bite you.”
Your eyes immediately popped back open at those words, because you knew what they meant. Giving someone a mating bite was the equivalent of getting married, and admitting to wanting to give someone a bite was the same as confessing that you wanted to marry them.
“Are you asking me something specific?” You wondered, trying to fish some extra information out of him.
“Depends on how you feel about it,” he shot back and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes because of course he would reply with that. As you thought about it though, you didn’t completely hate the idea. You knew that you had confessed to wanting him to bite you during your heat and you figured that if your Omega trusted him enough during what was easily the time when you were at your most vulnerable, then she must’ve been on to something. However, you knew that you two were gonna have to talk about it more and you didn’t want to do that with tomorrow looming over your heads.
“How about you come back home to me tomorrow, and then we’ll talk about it?” You suggested with a soft smile as you looked at him over your shoulder.
“Sounds good to me,” he grinned, leaning over you and pressing his lips to yours.
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Febuwhump Day 5 - "let me see"
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They’d been chasing this chick for fucking hours. Some sort of displacement quirk, she’d used it to snatch some diamond with a hefty price tag. She’s obviously not used to being caught because her running technique is awful. Somehow she manages to evade Katsuki every time he gets close, though, so he supposes he’s gotta give the bitch some credit.
Kirishima has been speeding around the business district they’re running through to try and cut her off.
They’d actually caught her once already, which is how Katsuki figured out how her quirk works. He’d managed to slap one quirk nullifying cuff on her when she’d popped this weird pokéball lookin’ thing out of nowhere and held it over the cuff, it- erased, Katsuki supposes is the right word- the metal that had been the right side of the cuff. He supposes she would’ve been able to keep the cuff afterward if a criminal had any use for half of a quirk cuff. But it’s possible part of her quirk was destroying the material she’d captured if she wanted because it was nowhere in sight.
And now the bitch was left with half of a quirk cuff snugly attached to her left arm as she takes an entire chunk of brick with her quirk and chucks it back at Katsuki.
If Kirishima doesn’t get here soon he will not be responsible for whatever he pulls. The ball whistles by his head, he grunts in annoyance and keeps running.
Kirishima’s voice crackles in his earpiece, “Almost there, Dynamight, t-minus 10 seconds until impact.”
Katsuki startles, almost crashing into a lamppost, “Wait, Riot- impact?! What Impact-”
A lump of jagged red falls out of the sky.
Oh.
Katsuki snorts as Kirishima tackles the woman to the ground in an instant, careful not to crush her.
There are barely any people out on the street, but the few who are scatter when they see Red Riot’s battle form. Katsuki mentally applauds their common sense.
“Alright lady calm your tits,” He grunts, walking over to the two, all he can see at the moment is Kirishima’s back and the woman’s legs.
There’s a disgusting wet squelching noise and Kirishima goes deathly still.
“Oh shit.” The woman breathes.
“What did you do?” Kirishima whispers, staggering away from her while clutching his face.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, please I didn’t mean to I promise I didn’t think it would hit-”
“Riot?” Katsuki asks the hunched form of his best friend, he belatedly notices the trail of blood following him over to the road.
“Katsuki, don’t come over here. Cuff her and call Recovery Girl. Please.” His steady Red Riot voice cracks at the end, and Katsuki can tell he’s barely holding it together.
Katsuki cuffs the girl and pages the medic team, ignoring his assistant’s voice in his earpiece requesting an update.
“Riot, what happened.” He says sternly, refusing to let the worry seep into his voice.
“Katsuki did you-”
Goddamnit- “Yes Eijirou I did what you asked, will you please turn around.”
Eijirou’s head shakes, his shoulders trembling. His hand comes away from his face absolutely drenched in red.
Katsuki gulps, blinking hard.
The restrained criminal is absolutely losing it behind him. Sobbing and crying.
What the fuck did that bitch do.
“Eijirou. Let me see.”
His hero partner whimpers, sinking to his knees. Katsuki practically leaps to his side, Eijirou turns his face out of his view.
“Eijirou, please. Let me see.” He says, the softest tone he can muster. He places what he hopes is a reassuring hand on his partner’s shoulder.
Kirishima sniffs, turning his head to his best friend.
Katsuki’s jaw drops.
An entire baseball-sized whole has taken over where his right eye used to be. The gaping emptiness bleeding profusely. Katsuki can see where bits of Eijirou’s skull have been stolen completely. Paler areas of blood where the white of bone thins it out. A small portion of his high eyebrow is left, completely blended with the deep red surrounding it.
“Holy shit, Ei.” He breathes, completely shellshocked.
Tears spill down from Eijirou’s remaining eye. “It’s gone, isn’t it.” It’s not a question.
Katsuki frowns, “Hey, maybe they can reattach it! If the lady kept the piece she took-”
Eijirou shakes his head. “It’s gone Katsuki. I’m not getting it back. I’ll just um,” He sighs, looking down at his hands, “have to deal with it.”
Katsuki realizes all too late that he has tears of his own silently falling down his cheeks.
“Hey, Eijirou,” He tilts the redhead’s head up to look at him, “You’re gonna be fine, alright?” Katsuki can hear the ambulance in the distance, “You’ll have me with you the whole time. We’re gonna get fuckin’ through this, alright?”
Eijirou smiles, it’s a sad thing, but just a hint of the Riot that he knows.
“Yeah, we will.”
#body horror#injury#blood#eye injury#quirk accident#gross imagery#violence#hurt kirishima eijirou#kirishima eijirou#angst#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump2022#febuwhumpday5#let me see#crossposted on ao3#llyn writes shit#bnha fic#bnha fanfiction#fanfic#bakugo katsuki#villain oc#pro hero au#pro hero kirishima#pro hero bakugou#bnha#mha#angst with a hopeful ending#angst and comfort#no death
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Record Breaking
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (first person POV)
Summary: Porn without plot, or the time Henry wants to bring your pleasure to new levels.
Warning(s): dirty talk, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, aftercare
Word Count: 2,766
“How many times have you cum before?”
It’s an intimate question, one I take by surprise. I audibly gasp at Henry as he finally closes the distance between us. His hands come up to rest on the counter on either side of my hips, blocking me in. He leans down to bring his face close to mine and my arousal starts to drip through my panties at the lustful look he’s giving me.
“Um…” I struggle to remember his question, let alone think of an answer. “F-four. That’s my record.”
He quirks an eyebrow, like this surprises him. “Four? And who was the magical guy that did that to you? Anyone I know?”
I swallow before shaking my head no. “It was… on my own. I’ve never actually had more than one orgasm with a guy before.”
I swear his pupils dilate even more at that. “I swear I’m gonna keep you here and make you touch yourself until you orgasm that many times one day, but as for now…” His lips brush against my neck, just under my ear, and I shiver, which makes my chest brush against his. Every inch of me is already on fire and he hasn’t even done anything. His mouth latches onto my skin and begins to suck hard enough for me to cry out in pleasure. When he finally pulls away, there’s a cocky grin on his face--he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “As for now, little one, I’m going to be the one to make you cum. Over and over again. Until we break that little record of yours. How does that sound?”
I’m only able to nod, my arousal locking my throat up.
He smiles before kissing me, his tongue instantly pushing inside my mouth. I moan loudly, which only grants him more access to me. His hands latch around my hips and pull me tight against him. I feel like putty in his arms with the way he’s making me burn alive. He nudges his leg between mine, moving me until I’m practically sitting on his thigh. He begins to move my hips back and forth. I know exactly what he’s doing, but I’m just too fucking aroused to feel nervous about it. My hips move of their own accord. His hands return to my sides and he watches my expression as I begin to ride his thigh with fervor.
“That’s it, little one, I want you to ride my thigh,” he growls, the sound of his voice making my breasts ache. “Ride me until you’re staining my clothes with your cum.”
I don’t dare stop, feeling my mind numb with a blissful fog. Either Henry’s a mind reader or he can see what I want written clearly on my face because a second later he’s ripping my dress off of me and kneading my breasts in his hands.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out. I clutch onto his shirt, needing something to ground me.
“The things I’m gonna do to you, to this perfect body of yours… God I can’t wait to destroy your fucking pussy.”
His words and the images they procure in my mind make me moan. My hips begin to move even faster. I can practically taste my first orgasm now and my eyes squeeze shut as I chase it down.
“F-fuck!” I cry out as my body explodes with pleasure so intense that I can’t breathe for several seconds. Fuck, fuck, fuck he feels so good, and he hasn’t even touched me yet…
He kisses me slowly. It’s the kind of kiss that I can feel in every inch of my body. “You’re such a little slut, coming all over my leg like that…” He pulls his leg back and we both glance down at the wet spot on his jeans. “Look at the mess you made.”
“I’m sorry…” I gasp out, still feeling the effects of my orgasm.
“No you’re not,” he laughs darkly. Then he sets me on top of the counter and forces my legs apart. “But you’re about to be.”
I open my mouth to ask him what that means, but a second later he shoves a thick, calloused finger inside of me and a moan comes out of me instead of words. He moves his finger in and out of me at a pace too slow to do anything but tease me.
“P-please…” I cry out.
“Please what?” His voice is a low growl.
“Please fuck me,” I manage to get out. “I want to cum on your hand.” Normally I’m too embarrassed to talk dirty, but my arousal has pushed me past the point of modesty.
Henry licks a stripe up my neck before nipping up my ear. I melt into him just as he adds another finger. The stretch comes with a painful sting but it’s gone the moment he starts curling his fingers inside of me, replacing the pain with hot euphoria. It takes just a few flicks of his skilled fingers to make me reach the edge. One touch of his thumb against my clit pushes me over the edge and I clench his shirt as my body shakes uncontrollably. My breath gets stuck in my throat, my vision turning white.
“H-holy fuck,” I gasp out. A second later Henry’s fingers are pushing their way into my mouth. I taste my arousal as my tongue brushes against his thick digits. My gaze jumps to his as I suck on his fingers. The way he looks at me… I can tell he’s thinking of shoving something else inside my mouth and letting me suck on that instead. I let out a pornagraphic moan around his fingers, just to tease him.
“If I had known you were such a fucking slut…” he begins, but never finishes his thought.
I wait until he pulls his fingers out of my mouth to reply, “What? What would you have done?”
He places his hand on my stomach and pushes me back until I’m lying across his counter. His hand slowly crawls up my body until it wraps around my throat. I let out a moan as he tightens his grip, choking me.
“I would have claimed you as mine a lot sooner,” he says, and then he puts his mouth on me.
He licks a long stripe up my already-soaked folds. That is enough to make my entire body shudder. My pussy is sensitive from the last two orgasms and the stimulation hurts, but that fire in my core is still too far away for my liking. I want to be surrounded by it; I want to be burned alive in it. And I want Henry to be the one to make me feel it.
If there’s one thing I take away from tonight, it’s that Henry Cavill deserves a fucking gold medal in eating a girl out. That tongue of his is magical and he knows just how to use it. I’m gasping and writhing beneath him in no time. He gives attention to both my clit and my entrance, occasionally fucking his tongue in and out of me well enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. I clutch his curls between my fingers, torn between wanting to push him away and wanting to bring him closer to my pussy, even though he’s already as close as possible. His hands find their way under my ass and lift me up from the counter so he has a better angle. My hips buck up to meet every movement of his tongue until I’m coming, I’m coming so intensely that I squirt. He steps back but still keeps a finger brushing over my clit, making me squirt for several long seconds. I have no doubt I’m making a total mess of his kitchen floor, but that’s the last thing on my mind right now.
When I’m able to focus again, his mouth is on mine. I kiss him back hungrily. Henry’s suddenly covered in too many layers; I want him open and vulnerable, just how I am. I reach for his shirt, but he must know what I want because he yanks it over his head and tosses it on the ground before I have to say anything. I gasp at the sight of him.
Henry Cavill is a high-status actor. There’s no doubt about it. There’s also no doubt about his perfect physique, since there’s plenty of shirtless workout photos of him on the internet. But Henry Cavill, the actor, the star, the celebrity--that’s not who I’ve gotten to know in this last month over nervous dates and late-night phone calls. The Henry I’ve gotten to know is a simple guy who plays video games and loves his dog and is insecure about his body, unable to see the perfections in himself. The Henry I know, the Henry I’m falling for, is so human it overwhelms me sometimes. And now, as I see him shirtless in person for the first time, it’s like those two different versions of Henry are colliding and morphing to become one. I suddenly feel awestruck and intimidated, like I don’t deserve to see him like this.
“Shit,” Henry grumbles.
I meet his gaze to find him staring at me like I’ve disappointed him. “What is it?”
“You’re doing it,” he says, like it should be obvious. “You’re suddenly remembering I’m Superman, I’m the Mission Impossible guy, I’m The Witcher.”
With every passing second I can sense him building his walls higher, locking his heart away from me.
“Henry…” I start, but don’t know what to say. He’s right; I am doing that--I’m completely dehumanizing him, idolizing him, turning him into a god in my head. And I promised on our first date--the first time we saw each other in person after being two strangers who texted for weeks--that he didn’t have to worry about me ever doing that.
He turns to pick up his shirt, but before he can put it back on I grab his arm. Carefully, but hard enough to gain his attention.
“You’re not Henry Cavill to me,” I tell him. “You’re not the same Henry to me as you are to every other person in the world. You don’t have to prove anything, be anything other than who you are. You’re an actor who’s been in huge, successful films because you’re talented, and I applaud you for that, but it doesn’t change how I see you.” I won’t let it change how I see you. “You’re not just the movie guy to me, okay?”
He hesitates. The look in his eyes tells me I’ve convinced him, but his body betrays him.
“You’re Henry,” I continue, “the guy who’s best friend is his dog. You’re the guy that bought me a new pair of shoes when my heel broke on our first date. You’re the guy who I hate taking to family dinners purely because you get along with my family better than I do. You’re not the movie guy to me, you’re a million other things. So please don’t put your shirt on. I want to look at you.”
That convinces him. He lets go of his shirt and keeps his arms at his side, letting me take in every inch of him. He’s not even flexing yet his abs and biceps are outlined clearly beneath his skin. He’s large, his shirts hiding just how broad he is. Dark, curly hair swirls around his pecs and beneath his naval, hugged on either side by the V of his hips, which disappears beneath his jeans. I finally notice the erection straining against his zipper and it takes every ounce of self-control not to reach out for it.
“Fuck,” I softly exhale as I bite my lower lip. I’m suddenly very aware of my heart racing in my chest, adding to the heat coursing through my body, and the fact that I’m very, very tiny compared to him. The size difference between us is almost laughable. When I look back at his eyes, I realize just how blown his pupils are. The air between us is electric, filled with sexual tension.
Henry slowly, teasingly slowly, reaches for his jeans. He pops the button. I catch a glimpse of dark blue underwear as he drags his zipper down, taking his time to reveal what I’m so desperate to see.
“Henry,” I whine without meaning to. As soon as his name leaves my mouth I’m blushing like an idiot, though it just makes him smirk.
His fingers hook around his belt loops. He tugs them down. My heart is in my throat at this point and I’m so wet that I can feel my arousal drip onto the counter. My eyes catch onto the writing on the band of his underwear. Calvin Klein is written in bold, white letters. I have no idea why I need to know that, but I feel myself storing that information away for later. His underwear is tented with the thick outline of his erection. I’m just now beginning to realize that Henry is big… everywhere. I swallow when I realize that he’s easily seven inches, but probably closer to eight.
How the hell am I supposed to fit him inside of me? The thought scares me as much as it arouses me.
Henry finally, finally lowers his underwear. I realize I’d been holding my breath when I let out a humiliating moan at the sight of his cock. There’s a thick vein that runs along the side. He curves a bit along the head, and his tip is red and already leaking pre-cum. I lick my lips, wanting him in my mouth as much as I want him buried deep inside of me.
When he finally speaks, his voice is loud amidst the quiet tension. “If you aren’t ready to do this, tell me now, because in a few seconds I won’t be able to stop.”
I force my gaze to meet his. My want must be written all over my face because he doesn’t hesitate a second longer. He closes the distance between us and pulls me in for a slow, sensual kiss that I feel in every inch of my body.
“I want you,” I get out between breathless kisses.
He growls in response and his mouth begins to trail down my neck, down my chest. He stops to suck on each of my nipples before moving his mouth lower.
“Henry!” I call out before he can put his mouth on me again.
He freezes and looks up at me, his eyes completely dark with sinful lust.
“I don’t want your mouth,” I say. “I want--I need…”
“Use your words, little one.” He kisses each of my hips as he waits for me to speak. The way he touches me sends me straight to cloud nine. His hands, his mouth, his tongue--everything about him is addicting.
“I want you inside of me,” I admit. “I want you to fuck me, Henry.”
His smile presses against my skin. A second later he stands up and wraps his hand around his cock. I let out a ridiculous moan as he drags it between my folds, not just to soak up my wetness but to tease me until I’m close to the edge again. I reach out for him, grabbing onto his arm as he grips my hip in his hand. With his other hand he guides his cock to my entrance. He barely pushes an inch inside of me before the pain starts, my walls already stretching to the point of a bitter sting. I hold my breath as he slowly enters me, careful not to go too fast. My legs are spread wide on the counter, allowing me to watch his cock disappear inside my pussy. I let out a small whimper when he’s not even halfway inside of me; I swear it feels like he’s ripping my body in half. He’s so big, and I’m so tiny, so tight… But the pain is gone as soon as he bottoms out inside of me, his head resting snugly against my cervix.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” Henry grunts out as he leans in for a kiss. This kiss isn’t about the passion or the heat--it’s his way of telling me that this moment is as much about me as it is about him, and if I need him to stop, he’ll stop. He won’t push me. I can trust him.
And I do trust him, enough to say, “Fuck me, Henry.”
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we’ll meet again, chapter two
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: none?
Words: 1.2K
Previous Chapter - Next Chapter
The next time you saw Peter was over a year later.
You easily managed to avoid him, especially once you two started going to high school. Despite living on the same street, you never saw him outside since that day. Even if he did go outside, you spent most of your time cooped up in your room trying to get a hold on your powers. It wasn’t easy trying to get better at controlling fire when the possibility of causing a house-fire lingered in the back of your mind whenever you practiced.
It was even harder trying to conceal your powers at school, keeping to yourself to prevent slipping up and burning someone or something in public. Today, like every day, you started your lunch heading to your usual spot behind the school before you heard the faint sound of someone yelling.
So much for peace and quiet.
When you walked around the corner to find the source of the noise, you saw a senior towering over-
Holy shit. Peter.
He was leaning against the wall, barely listening to whatever the guy was saying. You frowned – how was this kid always getting into trouble?
“Dude, what even is your problem?” You sighed, figuring he wasn’t going to do anything to save his own ass.
You began focusing on the trash can a couple feet behind him, raising your hand in an attempt to “aim” your power. You weren’t paying any more attention to whatever Peter was saying when suddenly, the trash can exploded in flames, making everyone, including yourself, jump away from it in fear.
Oops.
That’s when the guy – he must’ve been a senior – spun around, finally seeing you. He looked between you and the increasingly massive fire, eyes wide in fear. “What the fuck?” Pushing past you, he sprinted inside the school, leaving you alone with Peter.
“Hey.” You muttered, trying to ignore the obvious use of your powers.
“You’re-” He stopped himself, hesitating for a moment. “You’re like me.” The words were barely audible, and if you were any further away, you probably wouldn’t have heard him.
“You’re like me.” You repeated quietly. “We should probably go just in case that guy comes back with-” You stopped, a wave of nausea hitting you like a ton of bricks. Somehow, you were outside Peter’s house, despite having just been at the school.
“Super speed.” He explained, seeing your confused expression.
“Whoa.” You muttered, leaning on him for support while you got over the nausea. Once you did, you turned back to him. “We should get back before lunch.”
“Or we could skip for the day.” He grinned, and you let him pull you into his house to play video games for the rest of the day.
That was only the start of your friendship with Peter, much to your parents chagrin, because after that you two spent almost all of your free time together. You were inseparable.
While your parents warned you of “boys like him” every time you mentioned hanging out with him, it seemed his mother was more than happy to see that he made a friend.
Sometimes, like tonight, Peter would climb up the tree by your window and coax you into sneaking out to hang out with him. You always said yes, knowing you could never say no to him.
“C’mon, Y/N!” He whispered, leaning halfway through your bedroom window. “I even rented that movie you like, we can watch it together!”
“Pete, you hate watching movies. You can’t sit still long enough to get through it.” You said, not moving from your spot on your bed.
“Please? I promise I’ll sit through the movie.” You sat up, finally looking into his eyes.
“You said that last time.” Despite yourself, you grabbed a sweater and pulled it on, grabbing Peter’s hand and letting him speed you to his house. The movie was already starting, and you and Peter were sitting on the couch. You smiled, excited to show Peter your favorite movie.
He lasted twenty minutes.
In all fairness, it’s longer than he’s lasted sitting still since the day you’ve met him, so you could at least applaud him for that.
One second you were watching the movie and the next, with a gust of wind, he was gone. Sighing inwardly, you turned off the TV and turned to him. He was only on the other side of the room, in the middle of a game of Pong on an arcade machine he definitely stole.
“Wanna go for a walk?” You suggested, smiling when you saw him stop.
“Yeah.”
It was a nice night, perfect for a nighttime walk. You kept your eyes on the sky, enjoying seeing the stars. The two of you stayed in a comfortable silence, walking the empty streets and just enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m glad we’re friends.” Peter spoke first, keeping his hands in his pockets and looking straight ahead.
“Me too.” You said, looking at him. He looked nice, moonlight showing off his silver hair beautifully. When he looked back to you, you quickly turned your gaze back to the sky, embarrassed that he caught you staring at him. His quiet laugh made your face go warm, wishing you were the one that had super speed so you could leave before making even more of a fool of yourself.
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer while you walked. The gesture made you finally look at him, greeted by his warm smile.
“I have a feeling we’ll be close for life.” His words made you laugh, nodding in agreement. The night was practically perfect, if only you could just tell him how you felt.
“What do you mean we’re moving?!” It had been two years since that night, and your dad had just gotten a promotion that would take your whole family to New York.
“Sweetie, I thought you liked New York.” Your mother tried to reason.
“It’s so far away, and I don’t want to leave Peter!” The thought of moving so many miles away from your best friend made your heart drop.
“Well I’m sorry but that’s how it has to be. We’re leaving in two weeks, start figuring out what you want to pack.” Your father said, putting an end to the discussion when he walked out of the room.
With tears threatening to spill down your face, you ran down the street to Peter’s house. When you knocked, he was there in under a second, grabbing your hand and pulling you inside.
“What happened? Are you okay?” You shook your head, gaze falling to the floor when you got to the basement.
“We’re moving.”
It was silent for a long time, but you couldn’t bear to look at him.
“Wh-what do you mean you’re moving? Moving where? I mean like you’re kinda my only friend and my mom and sister really like you but if it isn’t too far I could-” You knew he would just keep talking forever if you didn’t stop him, so you cut in.
“New York.”
Peter’s never been speechless before, so the fact that he was quiet for so long after you told him terrified you.
“When?” His voice was small, almost scared.
“Two weeks.” You heard him take a deep breath, and grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance.
“Fuck.”
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Bite | KSJ x KNJ
🩸 Summary: “Seokjin wants him. In more ways than one, but he’ll settle for turning him first.”
🩸 Pairing: Vampire!Seokjin x Human!Namjoon
🩸 Genre: Vampire au, supernatural au
🩸 Warnings: Cursing, mention of smoking
🩸 Rating: PG13
🩸 Word Count: 1.7k
🩸 A/N: This was an older piece of mine that I was planning to overhaul and re-write and it was perfect for @btsholidaybingo!
Bingo Square: Namjoon x Seokjin
Seokjin wants him. In more ways than one, but he’ll settle for turning him first. He wants so bad to pierce his fangs through the honey skin of his neck. He wants to watch his eyes go wide as Seokjin drinks his sweet, warm blood. He has a feeling that he won’t be a screamer, and he wants so bad to find out.
Seokjin had been looking for the final member of his coven for what seemed like a century. Okay, so maybe a century was being dramatic, but for a vampire, time just blurred together after about ten decades or so.
"I, for one, think it's a terrible idea," Jungkook hisses from his spot next to Seokjin. They see Namjoon leaving his dorm building as he heads across his university’s campus, greeting various students on his way. "I mean, what if he comes in and messes everything up? We have a certain way of doing things in our household, and he could easily break the rules or even worse; he could expose us!"
Seokjin rolls his eyes at Jungkook's dramatics. Ever since he told the other members that he intended to turn Namjoon, the youngest vampire has been vehemently against it.
"Jungkook, do you remember when you were our newest addition? We had the same worries about you, but you got adjusted, did you not?"
"I'm different." Jungkook huffs to himself.
Seokjin ignores him and keeps his eyes on Namjoon. Every day after his classes, he changes his clothes and walks to the campus greenhouse to volunteer into the late evening. From there, he gets dinner from the nearby 7/11 and returns to his dorm. He eats, does his homework, and watches television until he falls asleep.
In the morning, he gets ready for the day and goes to the cafe on campus for breakfast and coffee before his classes begin, then he starts his routine all over again. Seokjin has been watching Namjoon for almost a month, so he knows his whole schedule by memory. He has to observe him before he makes his move.
"Let's go." Seokjin rises from the bench he and Jungkook are occupying when he sees Namjoon duck into the cafe.
"When are we going to stop stalking him? You might as well just turn him and get it over with already." Jungkook grumbles from behind Seokjin.
"We must be patient, Jungkook. I did the same before I turned the rest of you. I can't just swoop in right away and bite him. Choosing the perfect time is very important."
Jungkook sighs in response. Seokjin has been debating with himself when exactly he wanted to turn Namjoon, but he was unsure. He'd have to run it by the rest of the men when he got home.
Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok are thrilled to finally have their last member. The trio is already planning what Namjoon’s “initiation ceremony'' will be. It obvious this is code for what’s the first prank they’ll play on him when he moves in.
"Don't mess it up." Is the first thing Yoongi says on the matter.
Seokjin looks at him, offended. "What do you mean, don't mess it up?"
"You know what I mean. Must I remind you what happened when you turned Jimin?"
"Why must you always bring up my follies?"
The dark-haired vampire glares at his elder, who is sprawled out on his chaise lounge. "Because this isn't something you are to take lightly." Seokjin groans and covers his face with his hands. He didn't like to think about his past mistakes.
He managed to turn everyone else without a problem and had been feeding throughout the years without getting caught. It just so happened that someone stumbled upon him at the park the night he was turning Jimin. He had no idea where the woman had come from, having scanned the park three times. Somehow, while he was slurping the blood from Jimin’s neck, a middle-aged woman saw them and let out a scream that startled even herself. Seokjin had to wipe her memory of what she saw and finish with Jimin in another part of the park.
Yoongi scolded him intensely after that, and to this day, he still brought it up when Seokjin mentioned going out to feed, and every time he proposed turning another man.
"Yoongi look, I’ll be careful. He's the only one in the greenhouse at night. I'll just do it there when no one is around."
"You said that about Jim-"
"Yah! I know, okay? I won't fuck up." They let the conversation drop, and Yoongi leaves his room. Seokjin is left to ponder to himself what he'd say to Namjoon to persuade him to become immortal.
"You don’t need to accompany me. I can manage on my own."
The day to turn Namjoon into one of them has come. It only took another week of surveillance before Seokjin decides to make his move.
Taehyung, who is leisurely strolling behind him, shrugs. "Yeah, but Yoongi asked me to come along as a precaution. I won't go in. I'll just stay outside and wait." The two stop walking, reaching their destination.
Seokjin turns to Taehyung, who takes a seat on a bench next to the greenhouse, pulling out a cigarette. "Those are bad for you," he says in disgust.
Taehyung simply scoffs. "What's it going to do? Stop my no longer beating heart?" Seokjin rolls his eyes at his friend’s sarcasm and, without another word, slinks through the front door.
He silently slips inside as he listens for voices. He knows only Namjoon is here, seeing how he and Taehyung have been watching the building all night, but he’s still careful. Seokjin hears music coming from the furthest corner of the greenhouse. He quietly weaves between rows of plants until he catches sight of Namjoon.
He’s pruning the leaves on a small plant that Seokjin can’t identify as his phone softly plays music. Seokjin feels the corners of his mouth tug into a smile as he listens to him hum along. Namjoon seems entirely in his element as he cradles the plant as if it’s the most precious thing in the world to him.
It’s when Namjoon turns in search of his watering can that he notices Seokjin standing tall besides a row of potted daisies, causing him to jump. "Holy shit!” He exclaims, clutching his chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Seokjin chuckles and comes around the next row of planters towards the pink-haired man. "I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you; you just seemed to be very much into the plant you’re caring for, so I didn't want to disturb you."
The tips of Namjoon’s ears began to redden, and he clears his throat harshly. "Who are you? I don’t recognize you from the botany club."
"Oh, how rude of me. I'm Kim Seokjin, and I'm not here for botany, I'm here for you."
Namjoon looks taken aback by this. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"Look, I'm going to cut to the chase. What would you say if I could give you a better life? I could make it so that you never have to worry about sickness or life-altering injuries. You'll have the ability to see clearer, hear better, and withstand more amounts of pain." With each word, Seokjin advances towards Namjoon, backing him into a corner as he approaches. "The best part about it? You'll never have to face the unfortunate circumstance of death. You get to stay young forever." Seokjin can swear he sees a hint of interest spark in Namjoon’s chocolate eyes.
"I don't...I mean, I don't know what to say."
"All you have to say is yes, I’ll bite you, and everything I promised will come true."
At the word 'bite,’ recognition seems to dawn over Namjoon’s face as gears begin to turn in his head. "So...you're a vampire, and you want to bite me and turn me into a vampire as well?" He asks in a calm voice.
Seokjin nods. "Precisely." He smiles widely, his fangs visible and sinister looking.
"You know, I don't believe in monsters."
"We're not monsters, my dear. Think of us as...an advanced type of people."
Namjoon is still clearly doubtful, but he moves the collar of his beige t-shirt away from his neck. "Fine then. Prove it."
Seokjin knows Namjoon doesn’t believe him, but he takes the opportunity anyway. He backs Namjoon closer to the wall until he has nowhere else to go. He tilts his head slightly, wrapping his long arms around Namjoon to pull him closer, before baring his fangs and plunging them into his neck. Namjoon’s whole body tenses in Seokjin’s embrace, but he makes no noise as Seokjin slurps just enough blood to turn him. He can’t help but mentally applaud himself for being right. He knew Namjoon would be the quiet type.
When he pulls away, Namjoon slumps in his hold, his eyelids fluttering closed. Seokjin effortlessly throws him over his shoulder as he heads for the door. Namjoon will be weak and exhausted for at least two days before he turns completely, and Seokjin wants to be with him when that happens. If anyone were to spot them on their way home, Seokjin had already briefed Taehyung to explain that they were simply seeing to it that their drunken friend got home safely.
Taehyung is in the same spot that Seokjin left him. He eyes the unconscious man before tossing his cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out with his shoe. "That was quick."
Seokjin shrugs, starting in the direction of home. "He didn't ask a million questions and wasn't as much of a nuisance as you were." Taehyung sticks his tongue out at the back of Seokjin's head but stays quiet on the trip back.
The eldest vampire adjusts Namjoon on his shoulder and smiles to himself. Since he has now successfully turned every other member of their coven without incident, maybe now Yoongi would let that one mistake with Jimin go.
"Not in your undead life, Kim." Seokjin narrows his eyes in annoyance at Yoongi’s voice in his head. He hates it when Yoongi barges into his thoughts without permission.
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TharnType the Series: Ep. 6 Review
THARNTYPE LETS GOOOOOOOO. I’m super excited they have AMAZING chemstry
Section 1
Y'all it hasn’t begun but this girl better not ruin shit !!!!
it STARTED AND ALL I HAVE TO SAY TO TYPE IS: THE GAY IS HERE TO STAY BABY
“Thinking of you” D I S G U S T I N G
Type better not ask Tharn to have sex while he’s being a little hoe ESPECIALLY since he knows of Tharn’s feelings and already told him they are casual lovers not just sex friends so just know imma throw hands
I also love my eggs sunny side up, Tharn love me instead pls
THARNS SMILE MAKES MY HEART GO UWU
Tharn staring at Type texting that girl has me not uwu tho
Random side not: I’m a graphic designer and I love the posters on their wall
“You sent this handsome angel to save me” Your gay jumped out son lmao jk but I live for this broship
I’m also a musician and Tharn’s hold on those sticks aren’t that bad lol
Also imagine if Techno ended up falling for Tharn LMAO
MY HEART THARN IM SO SORRY MY LOVE UGH THEY WAY HE DROPPED HIS STICKS :((((((((
Section 2
Miss me with that straight shit Type
Type just got back to the dorm and I know Tharn about to beat his ass (metaphorically lol)
Okay y'all serious shit: I know they aren’t dating but Type KNOWS of Tharn’s feelings, and he, HIMSELF called them casual lovers which of course is not the same as dating but he could have at least told Tharn since they never stated no strings attached and when you say “casual lovers” with no established boundaries, you gotta still consider the other person’s feelings smh
Also Type did not have to PUNCH my mans, a simple slap would’ve been fine lol but Tharn shouldn’t have said that especially after Type told him he didn’t like that
Oh Type my boy…
On the other hand, Tharn needs to respect the fact that Type says he’s not interested… like I understand chasing after the one you love but obvious this man has internal turmoil that he has to accept and smooth out before he can try anything
Also Tharn crying got me crying no joke
Klui and Seo are such an interesting dynamic to this show lmao idk how I feel about them
Also how can Type just go and sleep like that lol
I LOVE THARN’S BFF HE’S SO CUTE AND I LOVE HIM WITH MY WHOLE HEART I just want his happiness
TYPE IS A DICK FOR SEND THAT LIST BUT AT LEAST BOUNDARIES ARE TRYING TO BE ESTABLISHED
I feel like Techno low-key knows about them
You can tell Type doesn't want to stop liking him lol
Section 3
The lighting of the room is beautiful
oop, Tharn’s not there when Type arrived cue lonely and needy feelings
OHFSODFJS. NEVER MIND HE WAS JUST IN THE BATHROOM LMAOOOO
that was embarrassing lol
OOP Tharn really said that shit ( basically they are just fuck friends, no strings attached and they can just fuck when the other feels the need to)
I’m not happy about it but whatever the story has to progress
Type being pissed and thinking too hard while on his date with Pufai got my rolling on the floor
“Where you thinking of other girls” nah m8 he was thinking of a boyyyyyy
BRUH Type crossing his fingers while telling a lie has me DED
Pufai got balls I wish I had no cap
a pinky promise ooooffffff we already know he will break that shit
OOP sex scene lolololol it’s so awkward (because of what’s going on lol) I CANNOT
Holy shit I forgot about Tharn’s performance :(((((((((((((((((((((((( I’m sad now
first, you can tell type is stressed and also disappointed he can’t make it which makes it sadder
and it’s even sadder that he struggled to say that he was going to ask Pufai to be his girlfriend
THARN’S SUPPORT GOT ME CRYING BECAUSE HOW CAN MY MANS DO THAT TO HIMSELF AND LIKE I CAN’T IMAGINE HOW HARD HE STRUGGLED TO GIVE HIM SUPPORT AND NOW TYPE IS MAD CONFUSED
these bitches got to stop playin with my emotions
MY BOY IS CRYING OSDFNISLDLUDFISODFSODU IM MAD IM THROWING HANDS SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK OR ELSE IM GONNA MAKE SURE TYPE DOESN’T SHOW UP INTHE NEXT EP
we love supportive friends :)
“tall, dark, handsome” idk about the “dark” part lol but everything else is trueeeee
unrelated but that wrapping paper and bow work is ASTONISHING (I love wrapping gifts lol)
ooof straight kiss - ight imma head out
lol never mind they didn’t kiss whew
YALL HE THOUGHT OF THARN WHILE ON HIS DATE IMMMM?????
Plus he didn't look disgusted that he thought of him uwuwuwuw
OHP they better not try shit or I really will throw hands and kachow Type’s ass of to another planet
“it might be a choice when you move off campus” bITCH GET OUTTA HERE NO ONE ASKED
she’s really trying to catch these hands
Section 4
Tharn has gorgeous hair and if Type doesn't wanna run his hands through those beautiful strands then I WILL
?? someone walked in
WOAH OWAH AOFHSDFO SDOFISDJFSODF. WHAT
He’s hugging Tharn from the back Im allllsdjf aosdjfaos
and he’s apologizing holy crap im
what HAPPEND FS:IOFH
OH SHIT HE SLEPT WITH HER
and he’s sorry about it???
He SAID IT PAINS HIM TO THINKT THST THARN WOULD SLEEP WITH SOMEONE elsSJDf
But he slept with Pufai…
OISJFOISDJF OH SHIT HE SAID TAT WHILE SLEEPING WITH HER HE JUST KEPT THINKING OF THARM IM SALFJODSJFS UWUWUWUWU TO THE MAX
YALL IMMMMM CRRYYYYINGNNG
awww my boy Type didn’t actually sleep with her because he couldn’t do it with a woman
Tharn is struggling to believe it fadskjrvfewnio
TYPE JUST SAID HE ONLY WANTS TO BE WITH THARN IM OVVVVEEER THE MOOOONNNNNNN
“FORGIVE ME ONE MORE TIME” MY HEART IS COMBUSTING
Type is crying :(((((((((((((((((
but they’re hugging and it’s so cute and obvious than is forgiving
Type is struggling so hard to accept himself for his past and applaud him so much
“I’ve always been yours” Iisdiofhis urdbfgdshfighsdfliughHOSHD
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY ARE KISSSINGGGGGG AND ITS BEAUTIFUL
Highkey EVERY THAI BL has to learn from them because they have sooooo much chemistry and are in the best kissers I’ve seen
TYPE TOLD PUFAI THAT HE’S ALREADY SEEING SOMEONE
BRUH SHE SLAPPED HIM good for her??? idk man
“I told her I’m dating someone” y’all remember when I said Type was gonna catch these hands? Yeah I meant because I’m gonna hug the living shit of him 🥰🥰
“I feel like I’m having sex with a man because I’m desperate” y’all remember when I said I wanted to hug him yeah no I meant STRANGLE HIS ASS
“I was gonna break it off with you” YALL SEE MY BOY TYPE’s FACE :((((
Also Tharn rubbing/playing with Type’s ear/hair is what’s KEEPING ME GOING RN
“But because I was afraid you were going to break it off with me first” IM CRYING DURING CLASS YALL
“I want to hear you scream without holding back” BIEJAJDBSKKS IM SCREECHING RN 😳😳😳
“Then let me have my way with you all night” “suit yourself” WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS I CANT HOLY SHIT
Wow they really cut it off without showing us shit 😡
Bruh type still being unsure is so realistic because even tho he admitted his feelings it doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all content now but it was at least relieving for him I bet to be able to express his bottled up feelings
“I remember that ... we are together” 🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰
TYPE OPENING HIMSELF UP TO BE MORE TOUCHY AND PLAYING WITH THARNS HAIR GOT ME SCREAMING
OH WORd h
HeS REACHING
Shit aHE KISSED HIM OMFG THAT WAS THE CUTEST SHIT
That such a weird angle to kiss at tho lmaoooo
Ugh that was so cute imma go and cry
Type still not being able to complete accept his feelings is so realistic I love it
Okay I don’t understand this next couple like at all?? Like their point in the story ? What they contribute to the plot? If someone can let me know that would be litty titty
TAJA THEY ARE SLEEPING ON THE SAME BED IM
I can already tell that Types dad is a poopoo head 😤
HES ASKING HIS DAD TO LET HIM MOVE OUT SO HE CAN BE WITH THARN IM
THARNS SMUG ASSBI CANT
“I just make sure you can’t refuse me” HOLY M-
Type’s smile is the cutest thing I’m-
The preview
YALL IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT THE END WHERE TYPE IS DRESSED WITH THE OVER SIZED SHIRT AND HE IS FINALLY HAPPILY GOING WITH THARN’S MOVES GOT ME 🥵🥰🥰
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Victorious
Fic Summary:
Alternate ending of It: chapter two, where a certain asthmatic child doesn’t die.
(https://archiveofourown.org/works/22083112)
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Tonight they were victorious.
Eddie and Richie had bolted quickly out of the well house along with all the other losers. They’d lost Stan before he’d even gotten back to Derry. They’d just lost Mike in the final battle just now, even after he’d drug them all here. Richie was just dragging Eddie close behind him and they all ran far all the way out of the house to safety to watch that nightmare collapse entirely. Eddie was in his defense mode of making sounds and panicking a bit. Richie totally understood that.
They all stopped when they got to a safe spot. Eddie and Richie still holding hands. Richie had been so terrified that Eddie was going to die, or everyone at once. How five crazy adults had managed to finally kill the fucking clown, Richie didn’t know. All he knew right now was that Eddie and three of his best friends were alive standing here together after finally taking down the villain. He felt himself clinging to Eddie, who held onto him as well. He moved to wrap his arms around Eddie snugly.
“Is this real?” Richie asked seriously. Eddie wrapped his arms around him. They were all clearly in shock, considering they’d thought this was all over 27 years ago. Now, it seemed even more real, but what if It was still able to come back? What if that thing came back in another 27 years?
Richie felt Eddie squeezing his hand. The taller boy looked from the house to Eddie. Thank fuck he was okay. Eddie had been stabbed in there for the second time since they’d been back in Derry and it had scared the holy shit out of Richie. He thought he might not make it, but thank whatever force for letting him keep alive Eddie in his own life.
After watching the last of the house disappear, they all went to the quarry to wash off the blood. Eddie cringed as he was the last to get in. He hated the idea of washing themselves in dirty water. He jumped and ended up next to Richie.
“This is disgusting, you know. How are you supposed to get clean by washing yourself in dirty water?” Eddie told him and Richie genuinely started laughing hysterically. Fuck, he was so in love with this man. Edie gave him a look and he couldn’t do anymore than just laugh more. He reached over to gently push Eddie’s head under water.
Once underwater beside Eddie, Richie looked over at him and made eye contact. The taller man would be blushing if he weren’t submerged in water. He leaned in with his face and that’s the moment Eddie knew exactly what was happening. He was in shock, but he followed Richie’s lead, leaning in and closing his eyes.
Their lips met softly and after a minute Richie’s arms wrapped around Eddie. Fuck, this was literally everything he’d ever wanted in his life. He’d only ever wanted his best friend. He’d been in love with Eddie since that summer 27 years ago. He’d come to accept that would never happen, yet here they were.
They had to pull out of the water because of air being necessary, especially for Eddie. Richie clung to him and found silent sobs rushing through his body into Eddie’s chest. The shorter man’s arms were around him, too.
“I’m s-so sorry… I’m just so fucking happy that you’re alive, Eds… I love you way too much to have you die on me,” he sobbed into his chest to make it quieter.
“You- I- really? You love me? I- I love you, too, Rich, so much.. You’ve always been my best friend,” Eddie added, unsure of how Richie meant that, even after they’d just kissed. Did he just kiss his best friend?
“You are my best friend, too, but I- I’ve kind of been in love with you for 27 years…?” Richie explained, blushing and looking down. Eddie flushed as well. He hated that he’d forgotten everything and everyone for half his life. He’d forgotten Richie and how crazy he made him feel. He’d definitely felt more than friends feelings for Richie back then. He just most certainly had no idea. He’d always tried to be and thought he was straight. He reached out his hands to run over Richie’s cheeks softly.
“I’ve- fuck, I’ve obviously felt more than I thought all those years… I’m so sorry for making you wait so long. I might be in love with you, too, Rich. I-“ he managed and Richie was shocked again before pulling Eddie in for another gentle kiss. This was everything he’d ever dreamed of. He’d dreamed of Eddie saying those words back for so long. He had more tears now. Eddie started leaking some tears, too.
“Finally!” Beverly said as the rest of their friends applauded dramatically. Riche flipped them off and Eddie laughed before wrapping his arms around Richie and kissing him more properly this time. He joined the other man in using one hand to flip off their friends. The others laughed. Beverly squeezed Ben’s hand and gave him a tiny smile. At least a couple of good things came of this mess. It was a good thing they all came back to Derry when Mike called them. Well, except Stan.
Bill was obviously upset over Mike. They all were. He did blame himself for both his death and Stan’s. He blamed himself for Georgie and Dean, too. He only felt the tears after they started choking him. Bev and Ben immediately came to him, wrapping their arms around him. Eddie and Richie joined only a second later. The shortest man held onto his best friends, all pressed together in the water. He was now crying along with everyone else.
“None of this was your fault, Bill. Not Stan or Mike. We all made our own decisions when Mike called us. And quit blaming yourself for the kids already, man. You couldn’t have helped no matter what way you look at logically, okay? This mess is on all of us, anyway, not just you,” Eddie told his best friend, rubbing his back a bit as he still had tears streaming down his own face.
“What Eddie Spaghetti said. I mean, how much longer are you going to play the martyr? Go back to your life far away from here. Go back to writing bad endings, Billy,” Richie added with a small chuckle, earning a laugh from Bill and therefore everyone else. Eddie nudged him with a glare up at him.
“Don’t call me that,” Eddie whined playfully and everyone started laughing a bit. It was their way to relieve stress, laughing and joking.
“T-thank you all for coming back to help end this for me. You’re m-my family and I’m glad in a bittersweet way that we got to be t-together again now, even for this…” Bill stuttered with more tears.
“We love you, too, Bill,” Beverly said with a pat on his shoulder. She looked around at all of the boys who she remembered in their tighty whities, in their clubhouse, cleaning up her bloody bathroom, in the sewers, along with so many other memories. They were the best kind of friends she had never imagined she would have.
After spending a while down playing in the water like the last time, they all realized they would have to do something with their lives. Where did they all go from here? Richie had shows all over planned already. Eddie had a job back at his place and his wife he’d never actually loved. Beverly didn’t have anything left that she wanted from what she’d done in these 27 years. Ben only had his career and home. Bill had Audra, his wife, and his writing.
In the end, they left slowly. First, Bill left them all, hugging each of them tightly and making he had everyone’s numbers. Richie told them he would make a group chat, obviously called the Losers Club soon. Then, they all thanked god for technology allowing such things. They all promised to FaceTime and everything else. They wanted to keep in touch even if they all ended up on opposite sides of the planet.
Bill walked off after that, Beverly kissing his cheek and squeezing his shoulder. After he left, Beverly and Ben hugged Richie and Eddie, Beverly telling them both to keep in touch. She had tears rolling down her cheeks when she hugged them both.
“I am so proud of you both. Please, be safe and take care. Also, you better make that chat, Richie,” she said with a laugh and a kiss on both of their cheeks, too.
“We love you guys,” Ben told them before the two walked off, waving one last time and intertwined by their hands.
“So…” Richie started as he looked over at Eddie. What was he supposed to say and do right then? He’d almost forgotten life wasn’t so easy to just let them go together and make a life together so easily. Eddie bit his lip up at the taller man.
“So what?” Eddie asked.
“So do you come here often?” Richie teased with a small smirk. “Because I come here to think about your beautiful mom privately.”
“Beep beep, Richie,” Eddie replied as he grabbed the other man, tugging him down to connect their lips together again. Why had they not done this before? Why had they wasted half their lives on not doing this? It felt so good and just like it was exactly where they were meant to be.
Richie was red as he happily wrapped his own arms around the other’s waist snuggly. He was able to not think about their situational the moment. He could only think about the fact that his lips were pressed against Eddie’s. Could only think about the fact that he was so very in love with this man. Could only think about how perfect this all felt. Well, almost perfect, at least.
Almost.
After a long minute of their lips meshing for the first time, Richie forced himself away. He pulled back to gaze heavy lidded down at Eddie. This was perfect until he remembered Eddie’s still had a choice to make. He had to choose his wife, which he’s mentioned not loving a couple times since the club’s reunion, or Richie Tozier, Derry’s resident fag.
“Eds… I- What are we going to do? What are you going to do?” Richie asked him with a scared glance. He was genuinely scared to death of the only love of his life leaving after that kiss. He’d only ever drunk kissed two people and never enjoyed it. He might have been secretly saving himself, even thinking this would never happen.
“Fuck, man, I- I don’t know… I don’t love Myra, but I’m kind of scared to end it. I feel like shit,” he mumbled as his eyes wandered down to the ground. He wished it would be as simple as just moving with Richie and living together bickering and happier than ever and all that.
“Hmm…” Richie hummed, thinking everything over.
In the end, Richie helped Eddie with Myra before they got in Richie’s car and drove to where Richie’s shows were. Richie made that group chat and they all mostly kept their promise of FaceTiming. They moved in together and lived together happily ever after, bickering and making love to make up for all the time they’d missed together.
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Promising Sun: Part three - Thursday
Promising Sun: Thursday
A new series I’m working on. Please as it progresses, let me know if you enjoyed it or not. Thank you.
AntiXReader, DarkXReader.
Thursday.
You spend most of the morning talking with your neighbor and close friend Trixie Oswald. She helps you keep your apartment clean and even cooks you dinners you can heat up in the microwave. While you do enjoy the little meals you are able to cook yourself, you have a large number of cooking aids--thanks to your mom, but having home cooked meals makes you happy.
You haven't yet told Trixie of your dinner plans with Sean yet. She's a die hard fan of JackSepticEye and will totally flip her shit at the news. You watch her vacuum the small area rug in the living room while you fold your laundry. You know most of your clothes by texture and cut. "Trix, I have some good news." You finally gather the courage to say.
You watch as the golden yellow aura woman pause, the noise from the vacuum stopping. She stands up straight and looks directly at you. "Well now, this is a change of pace." She teases. She's another aura that just dazzles you. You honestly wonder if she's an angel with the vivid color of her aura. There is just a calming peace when she's around you.
You give her a dull look before saying, "well, with that attitude, I don't think I want to share my good news." Your eyes close and you turn your nose up, twisting your head to the side. You can't hold the frown and end up laughing when Trixie bursts into giggles.
"Oh, you little scamp, just tell me what your news." Trixie laughs.
"So, remember I said I have plans tonight?" you ask, not quite wanting to spill the beans just yet.
"Yeah, and?" Trixie prompts, noting the shy smile on your lips. She gasps, "no! You have a date, don't you?"
"Yes!" You blurt out as she squeals and jumps up and down in joy. Trix has been your shoulder to cry on for years now. She's been through all the heartache with you. Seeing you so excited gives her hope for your future.
"Who? Do I know him? I assume it's a him." She asks in rapid succession. You feel your cheeks burn at her questions.
"It is a he, and you actually know him fairly well." you say still not sure how to come out and tell her it's Sean.
"It's not Jay, is it?" Trix asks spitting out Jay as if it's a curse upon her lips. You roll your eyes.
"No, it's not Jay, but he does go by a J name." You say feeling a wave of guilt. "You watch him on Youtube fairly often." You add trying to gauge her emotions by her aura. Sometimes it's hard to read her properly.
Trixie stares at you blankly, trying to run through any local Youtubers she watches with an alias that begins with J. You watch as hints of discolor associated with hesitancy and confusion swirl into her otherwise solid gold yellow.
"Trix?" You ask after five minutes has passed. She hold her hand up and shushes you.
"Let me think." She mutters going through her mental list.
"He's not from the US." you offer quietly. Only then does her head snap up at you. Realization dawning over her.
"No, fucking way. You're no talking about Jack-fucking-SepticEye!"she shouts nearly jumping across the living room to the counter you're sitting next to. You pull away from her, fearing her for a second.
"Ah...yes? He was at the mall, we talked for a bit, and before he had to go offered to take me out to dinner." You say giving her a short cap of your interaction.
"Seriously, Rose, you're not pulling my leg are you?" she urges crowding your space.
You shake your head saying, "I would never joke like that, Trix, you know that. I...ah...actually tried to play it off in case it was joke." you tell her earning another gasp from your friend.
"Holy shit! Rose, this is big! this is amazing!" She shouts stepping away from looking you over. You frown at the way her aura bobs.
"No." You tell her sternly.
"Come on, Rose, you wear the same thing over and over again. We need to spice up your wardrobe if you're going out with Jack!" Trixie says not even questioning you anymore. She's gone straight to gussy up mode.
"Trixie, I don't want to go overboard. You like to take things to the extreme, and that's not me." You tell her as your phone begins to ring behind you. You grope the counter before laying hand on he vibrating noise maker.
"Call from... Sean M." Your phone finally says. You accept the call and place the phone to your ear.
"Hello?" You answer feeling Trixie invade your space again.
"Mornin'! How are ya doin'?" Sean greets. Could you love his accent anymore than you do already?
You chuckle under your breath, telling him, "I'm doing dandy. How are you?" you ask not quite sure what time it is.
"I'm good. So, the reason for my call, is to confirm out date tonight." Sean says cheerily.
Your ears are burning at his words and with Trixie so close to you. "Ah, y-yes... Sorry, just one moment, okay?" you ask removing the phone from your eat and tell Trixie, "space, Trix, ever heard of it?"
"That's really Jack! Oh my fucking God, I mean you said it was him, but I thought... maybe you really were pulling a fast one on me! But, shit! Rose, do you realize how lucky you are?" Trixie gushes.
"Trixie, I have the phone away from my ear, not on mute." you tell her feeling embarrassment completely werck your nerves. You hear Sean laughing over the speaker and Trixie whispers a sorry before backing away from you.
"Who's that?" Sean asks still thoroughly amused by the conversation.
"My friend, Trixie. She's huge fan of yours." You say smiling at your friend. You can see her aura bouncing up and down in the black space that is your normal vision. It makes you happy to see her so excited.
"Cool, tell 'er I say hi." Sean tells you. You relay the message and Trixie just about has a heart attack in your living room. She falls on to...your couch you assume since there was no crashing sound or thud.
"Trixie?" you call about to get off your chair when her hand waves at you. "I think you killed my friend." you tell Sean earning his musical laughter again. You smile.
"You are just so funny." Sean tells you before sobering up a little. "I wanted to tell you that if you don't mind, I'll pick you up from yer home and we'll be going to this place Mark suggested. Some place called Little Italy."
You smile. "I've heard good reviews about Little Italy, and don't worry about coming to get me. The restaurant is just a few blocks away. I'll meet you there." You respond. You don't really like people knowing where you live, not even if it's someone famous like Sean.
"Sure, okay. Let's meet about seven, sound good?" He asks. You agree and talk for a few minutes more before hanging up. You set your phone on the counter and exhale for the first time since you picked up the phone.
"OM-Fucking-G! I can't believe I just sat here and watched that happen! I mean it would have been perfect if you were me, but damn! You get it girl!" Trixie says applauding you. You laugh.
It take a few minutes, but you finally give into Trixie's earlier offer to help you get ready. "Nothing over the top, Trix, simple, like me." you tell her missing the eye roll she does.
"You are anything but simple," she tells you before getting to work.
You stand nervously in the lobby of Little Italy. You have your collapsible cane with you. You've never been in side this particular place before and don't really want to run head first into walls or chairs for that matter.
Somehow Trixie talked you into wearing a dress. She promised it flatters your curves and skin tone. All you can tell for sure, is that it's form fitting and has glitter pasted in small patches along the bodice and skirt. You feel awkward and out of place.
Your nerves are actually starting to get the best of you. Biting your lip you debate just heading home. You feel like you've been waiting for hours rather than a few minutes. Trixie even bundled your hair atop your head in a "tasteful messy bun," as she called it.
You take a step back, the auras in the building are interesting to look at, but none of them compare to Sean's and that's the only one you're searching for. Turning around when the door behind you opens, cold air rushing in, chilling your exposed arms, you see Sean's aura like a beacon in the night.
Relief sweeps through you. "Sean." you greet as he comes closer to you.
"Whoa, you look amazing." he tells you, he sounds astonished and his aura reflects it. You bow your head a little, your hands playing with the strap of your cane.
"Thank you. I wish I could say you look amazing as well, but I can't see your clothes." You tell him lifting your head a little.
"It's okay. I don't compare to you." he says, almost promising it with his tone. You giggle softly. "I didn't think you had a stick." Sean says noticing your walking stick.
"Oh, ah, yeah, I do. I don't use it much because of the aura thing, but in new building I like to have it as fail safe. I can't see furniture and stuff like that." You say holding it to your chest for a few moments. You notice the darkness from before getting stronger in Sean. You want to ask about it, but refrain. Sean may not even be aware of it himself.
"Ready to eat?" he asks gingerly touching your elbow. You still at the touch of his hand before relaxing, nodding your head. "Table for McLoughlin." he announces, escorting you to the seating hostess.
You mental note the seating host(ess) is not a very kind person by her aura and keep a bit of distance. It's not like you'd be infected, but being around someone like this person will make you feel ill.
"Here you are. Your waiter will be over shortly." the woman says before leaving the table.
You touch the menu and already know it's not adapted for the visually impaired. Before you can say something Sean asks, "Do you need me to go over the menu?"
You drop your head a little out of embarrassment. "Please?" you manage to squeak out. Sean chuckles and scoots his chair closer to you and goes over the menu with you. You chuckle at some of his colorful commentary before you both agree on your desired entrees.
The dinner goes over relatively smoothly. You'd had a bit of trouble with your food, but Sean simply assisted you when needed. The conversation flowed smoothing and without force. You'd never felt so comfortable outside your normal routine.
After dinner Sean gives you his jacket to wear when you exit the building. You'd meant to grab your jacket but forgot it in a moment of panic. You thank Sean and let him walk with you down the street.
"When do you go back to the UK?" You ask knowing from Trixie he'd moved recently from Ireland to England.
Sean shrugs. "That's up for debate. I have a few things to get done in America." Sean says. It's not his words that give you pause, but the tone. Your head snaps up to look at his aura and you see it. The darkness that'd been slowly taking over has complete control.
Your jaw drops open slightly. The green electricity is zapping back and forth, no pattern or direction, just crackling like a storm. Your voice dies on your tongue. You don't understand. You'd seen bits and pieces of this before, but this...it's utter chaos.
"What's wrong? Missed me?" The higher pitch voice cackles, the one you heard at the elevator just a few days earlier.
"What...is going on?" You ask stepping away from this electrically charge and chaotic aura. Despite your confusion and hesitancy towards this shift, you feel oddly calm still. You don't understand this in the slightest.
"We need to talk." he tells you, grabbing you rather roughly at the bicep and pulls you into an alley. You don't fight. Whoever has taken over this aura is not truly Sean. You wonder briefly if he has split personality syndrome. You've seen it before, drastic shifts in auras, but not to this extreme.
"Who are you?" You ask in a stronger tone. You may be blind and confused, but you won't at least put up some kind of fight.
"The names Anti." he tells you, leaning in close to you. "Did you not notice the change at dinner?" Anti asks, almost laughing right at you.
His question in itself is harsh, but the worse part is you had noticed. You'd just been so enamored and drawn in by the laughter, the jokes, by your own belief there was a connection between you and Sean to believe it. "T-that was you?" you ask watching his aura bob in agreement.
Something in your heart snaps. Was any of dinner real? What about at lunch or in the shop? Was any of that really Sean? Did he even ask you out, or was that this man, Anti?
"I make quite the actor." Anti boasts stepping away from you. You stare up at him, flabbergasted and an in denial.
"Was any of that real?" you ask as someone in the shadows slowly walks forward. Your browns pinch together. How did Mark get here...wait no...that's not Mark. Not really, just like the man before you isn't really Sean.
"Finally you get here!" Anti shouts glaring at his companion.
"I apologize, I had to slip away. It's not easy in this." Mark says. You stare at his aura. It mirrors Anti's but the colors are opposites. Instead of electricity bouncing around you see flickers of blue-purple lights bursting and imploding within the nearly black red.
"Who are you two? Why are you doing this?" You ask backing away from the pair. You don't remember a grate being directly behind you, but the heel of your shoe quickly falls through the gap and you stubble.
You wait for an impact that doesn't come. Looking up you find Anti holding you in his arms. "Can't have you knocking yourself out." he chuckles setting you on your feet and drags you away from the grate.
"I do apologize for the crudeness of our meeting, however we had hoped to discuss a proposition with you at your apartment." The Mark imposer says. You've heard his deep voice a few times, both in real life and on the computer.
"Who are you?" You demand a little louder. "I'm not listening to anything until you tell me who you are and what you've done to Sean and Mark!" you tell them sternly, well as sternly as you can. You voice wavering a little. You wish now, more than ever you weren't blind. Maybe then you wouldn't have been taken advantage of.
"Yes, of course. Y/n, I am known by many names, as of currently I've been known as Darkiplier, I prefer being called Damien." he tells you.
You simple stare blankly. Darkiplier? As in the alter ego made up by Markiplier? Is this truly your reality? Is this what your life has come to? Hallucinations about fictional characters you know next to nothing about?
Dropping your head for a moment you look for the exit to the alleyway, heading towards the cluster of auras passing by each other. You don't get far before a green and grabs your wrist. You pause, all you feel is numb. You don't even know if the hand is gripping tightly or not.
Your eyes follow the hand to the arm, then to the head. "Let go of me." you say calmly. It feels weird how calm you are.
"We're not done talking." Anti tells you in a tone and shade you know better than to argue with, but it's all you want to do right now.
"Yes. We. Are." you tell him stubbornly. "You tricked me! I believed that you...” You can't finish, it hurts too much. Turning away from Anti your try to block everything out.
“Please, Y/n, can not undo what we have done, but if you would please at least hear us out.” Dark requests.
You agree. You refuse.
#Promising Sun#reader insert#female reader#darkiplier x reader#anti x reader#Darkiplier#antisepticeye#Chose your path#Forever a lazy sloth#i hope you are having fun with this#I know I am
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White Sugar.
Author’s note: Holy hell I haven’t updated this story in forever. I’m really sorry I’ve been switched to the graveyard shift at my job and I’m just trying to find time to write and stay up all night for work but I’ve been working on this piece by piece so I hope you enjoy this. Writing this story makes me sad but the ball will get rolling very very soon. Mark my words lol, so bare with me for a little longer. Anyways as always Enjoy :)
Chapter 4: One of Those Nights.
Wonho's POV
The surroundings I am in is all too familiar, the air around me? Thick. The lighting? Black with flashing lights. The people around me? The usual. Girls I don't know, Jooheon, Changkyun, and Hyungwon all attached to these said girls. Music? Kind of shitty. Alcohol consumption? Clearly not enough to be passed out on this floor to take me out of this misery. I look around as all my friends sweet talk these girls. I get up from the sofa and make my way past the hundreds of people on the dance floor. Neglecting to look back at my friends, and honestly they probably don't care if I'm gone either. I make my way back outside and look across the street.
Kihyun.... wait we're in the same club as yesterday?
"Shit..." I mumble to myself. "Kihyun."
I begin crossing the street as fast as I can, my heart beat ringing inside my ears. I swallow the lump in my chest and finally approach the doors. I step inside and scan my surroundings. I look around and see a familiar face behind the bar making mixed drinks. Minhyuk, Kihyun's friend from last night. I quickly approach the bar. I slam my hands in front of him, he slightly jumps before his eyes land on me, his mouth gaping slightly. "I-it's you."
"Where's Kihyun?"
He nibbles on his lip before signaling me to move closer to him. "In the back room you were in last night." He whispers in my ear.
My eyes widen as I shake my head. "W-with someone else?"
He slowly shakes his head. "Yeah probably..."
"Thanks."
"Wonho wait!" He yells loudly above the music. I stop and face him. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you. He could really get in trouble."
I shake my head furiously. "I don't care, I have to see him." I look back at Minhyuk. "You understand don't you?"
He rubs his temples for a quick second before letting out an exasperated sigh. He taps another man next to him that I'm assuming is also working the bar with him. After a few words are exchanged he's walking out from behind it. "Fine, I'll take you to him. You've only been around for 20 some hours and you're already causing me a lot of problems! So annoying."
I smile slightly as I begin walking next to him, the feeling of relief being lifted from my shoulders. "Thank you."
"Whatever, I'm just doing this because he couldn't shut up about you last night."
"Wait really? What was he saying?"
He scoffs as he opens the door to the back hallway Kihyun and I entered yesterday. "Like I'd tell you."
I roll my eyes. "I won't force you."
He stops in front of a door after a few more minutes of walking. "Anyways, here's his door. I gotta go back to my spot." Before I could protest Minhyuk is sprinting down the gray passageway.
I turn around and face Kihyun's door, I press my ear to it and hear a couple voices, one of them obviously being Kihyun. I swallow the lump in my throats and inch my hand toward the handle. Come on Wonho, you can do this. Please you just need to see him. After what felt like an eternity I find the strength to push open the door.
I see Kihyun on the floor, in a fetal position and a tall muscular man towering over him. My eyes connect with the mans and the look on his face does not look pleased at all. I hear Kihyun whimpering in pain as the taller man is still not moving from his spot above him. I can't find it in myself to move, speak, think!! Who the fuck is this guy? What in the fuck is going on?
"Who the fuck are you?" The muscular man demands.
"I- I um. I gave the bartenders some extra cash and they lead me to this room." My voice is shaky as his cold dead eyes stare into my own.
He laughs as he backs away from Kihyun. "Here, you can have this pathetic little piece of shit."
My body shutters at the coldness of his voice as he exits the room, slamming the door behind him shut. The room is left in a painful silence. I stare down and see Kihyun still on his side, not moving, silent sobs are breaking through his chest. I walk slowly over to him and sit down in front of his head.
"Hey..." I shake him lightly.
He instantly sits up, his arm slapping my own in the process. "Don't fucking touch m-." His eyes are wide as he finally notices my presence in the room. "You... you came back." His voice is low and soft, tears still tracing in his words. "You really came back?"
"I told you I would."
I grab a hold of Kihyun's face and examine it. His nose is bleeding a substantial amount of blood while his lip is busted right open. I feel the tears fight my eyes as I see his left forming a purple bruise. "Did that guy lay his hands on you?"
He shrugs. "He does it all the time, I'm used to it."
I lay down besides him and wrap my arms around him, I bring him close to my body and rest his head on my chest. I rub the top of my head as he begins to cry again, this time even harder. I fight back my tears as he stays in my embrace. The only thing filling the empty room we're in is Kihyun's crying. After what felt like hours he finally lifts up his head. "Why did you come back?"
"You want the truth?" I smile down at him.
He only nods and I continue. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, I just needed to see you. I needed to know that you were alright." I frown as I attempt to wipe the blood away from his lip. "I'm sorry that you're not."
"I think I'll be okay now that you're here." His grip on me tightens. "I even feel safe like this in your arms."
I look down at him and he's already staring at me. "How about we go on that date you mentioned last night?"
Kihyun's eyes slowly make their way to my own. "How are we gonna leave? I can't leave here."
"Oh so that shit you were saying you were just being bold?" I smirk.
"I didn't think you'd come back okay?!"
I smile at him. "Is there door or area that no one checks constantly?"
He's silent for a moment. "Yeah, actually there is."
"Okay is it in the back?"
"In the alley yeah."
"Okay. I'm gonna go across the street and get my car. Meet me back then in 10 minuets then."
"You have a car?" He asks as I get up.
I laugh. "Yeah, I'm 26, not 16. I'm gonna have a car."
"Sorry." He looks down. "That was a stupid question."
I extend my hand out to him trying to help him get off the ground. "I was only kidding, I'll be back in 10 minuets with the car."
"Promise?"
I smile as I make my way to the door. "Of course."
I make my way out of the dimly light hallway and back to the front of the building. I scan the room and look for Minhyuk again. Once I see him still behind the bar I walk over to him. "Can you cover for Kihyun? We're going out."
"Out?" His voice is confused. "I mean, it will be hard, but I'll try."
I take out my wallet and slide Minhyuk a couple of bills. "Try, please?"
He looks around before snatching the money off the counter. "Fine, but if I get in trouble for trying to cover your ass you'll owe me more pretty boy!"
"Deal. Thank you."
"Whatever. Just go." He waves off. "Before I change my mind."
I nod before running out the building and back across the street. I make my way to the valet and hand the guy my receipt. He scans it before nodding. "We'll bring your car right out Mr. Shin."
"Thanks."
After a few minuets I see the guy driving up to me with my car, he gets out and hands me the keys. "I must say so myself sir you're Spirra you got here is super bad ass and well kept, I thought I should applaud you on that, most people can't keep these types of cars neat."
I smile as I hand him his tip and sit down inside my car. "Thank you for noticing, I do work hard on keeping this car in good condition, enjoy your night." I wave off before shutting my door.
I put my car in drive and begin driving slowly out off the valet parking lot. I make sure no cars are coming in either direction and proceed straight, to where Kihyun said the back door of the alley is. I enter the alley and begin driving slower. My eyes scan and I see a small frame about 10 meters ahead. I pull up to the boy and roll my window down. "Looking for someone?"
Kihyun's eyes widen. "This is your car?"
"Yeah is that a bad thing?"
"No it's just that, I've never seen such a nice one."
I laugh at him a little. "So is our date just gonna be you starring at my car here or are you actually going to get in and let me drive you somewhere?"
"Shit right sorry." He begins walking to the passenger side of my car. He opens the door and steps inside, his eyes still wandering. "It's just as nice inside. Are you rich or something?" He asks as I put the car in reverse and I begin backing out of the alley way, my head turned behind so I can see as I back up.
I only shrug. "I don't think I am. But maybe to others I am." We get onto the main road and I put my car on drive again. "Money comes and goes like it's nothing. Someday I may wake up and not have it at all. So I try to be humble about what I have." I say as my eyes focus on the road ahead of me. "Why, do I look rich?"
He sighs. "Well, a little bit to me. But that's probably because I have nothing. What's your job?"
"I'm a CO CEO for my friend Jooheon's company. We're in the music industry together. That makes us business partners right? I guess since he's the other CEO."
"Wow." He says as I make a sharp turn onto the freeway. "You're so lucky. I can't do anything with my life."
I glance over at him and back onto the road. "When was the last time you saw an over view of Seoul?"
"Probably never." He sighs as he looks out the window. "I can't even remember the last time I've been in a car. Or on the freeway. "I can't do anything but stay in that place."
"How did you leave tonight?"
"Well Sho-" He looks out the window. "My boss usually leaves on these nights to go gamble and leaves the club in the hands of the security. It's super easy to ditch them. I've just never had any reason to do so. But if he finds out, hell will break loose." He trails off, his face retorts in fear at the thought.
"He's the one who was hitting you earlier huh? Your boss?"
He gets silent before slowly nodding. "Yeah, that's Shownu."
I clench my jaw as I exit the freeway. "I don't know what to do to help you right now but, I'll think of something Kihyun. I promise."
He smiles. "I'd like to hope that, but frankly I don't think there's anything you can do for me."
"Don't give me that bullshit. Look- I don't want to sound weird or anything but I sort of kind of fucking like you, so if helping you out is the last thing I'll do so be it."
"Like as in??" He looks at me, a small smile playing on his face.
"Well I like you enough to risk my life apparently right? Doesn't that count for something?"
He laughs as he leans his head back on the head rest. "I guess Wonho, I guess."
I look ahead at the road and take a small turn. The car is silent before I come to a stop. Kihyun looks around before he smiles slightly. "I didn't even notice we were driving up a hill."
"I found out this road when I was like 18." I laugh as I take off my seat belt. "It's better than the long hike down there."
"Where are we?" He questions as I open the door.
"Ansan, you know the peak to over look Seoul." I point ahead.
Kihyun's eyes widen as he steps forward slightly. The bright lights of the city reflects in his eyes as he shakes his head. "I- it's beautiful. This is Seoul?"
"Yup. Down to the very last light you can see."
"I didn't know something so beautiful existed."
"I did."
"You talking about the lights?" He looks back at me.
"Something like that."
"You make no sense." He laughs as he looks forward.
I sigh and lean on my car. "Come on sit down next to me."
"Is it okay to sit on your car?"
"Sure, I got four of them."
"Of course you do." He laughs as he sits down next to me.
"Aren't you cold? I just realized that you're not wearing a shirt."
He shrugs. "I'm fine."
I roll my eyes. "No, you'll catch a cold." I take my coat off and drape it over his shoulders. "There."
"I told you I was fine."
"We're on a date remember? People on dates do this kind of stuff just so you know."
"Really?" He looks up at and I only nod. He sighs as he pushes his arms through the sleeves. "Thank you then."
"It's so cute how clueless you are." I admit as I look ahead at the city lights displayed in front of us. "It's adorable, it makes me not want any bad things to happen to you."
He only frowns as he twirls his thumbs while he looks ahead. "I've never been on a date, so I'm sorry if I don't do things correctly, I'm trying not to be so nauseating."
"You aren't at all. I'm enjoying the time here with you."
"What are some things you want to do?"
"Me?"
Kihyun nods. "Isn't that what people do on dates, ask each other questions?"
"You got me there. Umm well I guess one thing I want to do is continue to travel. I've already been through all of Asia. I would like to go to Europe and see how things are over there. Maybe the United States too."
"That sounds like fun honestly. You've been outside of Korea?"
"Plenty of times, for business, for fun. But still even then I still feel a loneliness in my heart."
He raises an eyebrow. "What kind of loneliness?
I stay silent, my eyes fixated on the twinkling lights in front of me. "Maybe someone to share those moments with. I kind of long for a relationship I guess." I look at him. "After you've done the things I've done, you just want someone to come home to, someone to understand you, someone to listen to you. I think at this point in my life I just want that already. I've been here, done that, but come back home to nobody. It's lonely."
"D-does." He mumbles off. "Does anyone know you're... you know, gay?"
"Nope."
"Do you plan on telling anyone?"
"Jooheon, Changkyun, and Hyungwon down the road maybe."
"I get it." His eyes look back to me. "You're scared aren't you? Of what people might think of you?"
I nod. "Yeah, I never really thought about it. I've never really talked about it. You're not?"
He shakes his head. "Nope. I already know who I am, I accepted that a long time ago."
His words linger around for a moment. I take a deep breath and look down at my hands. "Maybe being honest with them will lead to me being happy. It gets tiring acting like something I'm not. I'm sure a weight will be lifted off my chest if I told them. They are my best friends after all."
"Maybe, I don't know your life obviously. But just know that freedom for yourself is what will make you happy in the long run."
"Are you happy with yourself Kihyun?"
"No, but I'm working on it. If I'm better person maybe I can make things about my situation better. I'm really trying to be a better me Wonho, I am."
I rest my hand on top of his own. "I know Kihyun, it must be hard. Especially for the situation you're in. But don't worry I'll try whatever it is that I can to help you. You can count on me."
He looks down at our hands and back up at me then ahead. "Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
He looks up at me, his eyes in shock. "W-wonho." He stutters. "Why would you go so far for doing this much for me, you barley know me. Why are you wasting your time?" He looks away, his eyes shutting tightly in the process. "Why are you wasting your time on me? It just doesn't make sense. What do you want from me?"
I stare at him for a second, not knowing what to say. After a moment of thinking I clear my throat. "I don't know, to be honest I don't have a solid answer for you. I don't know you, but I feel like I'm connected to you. From the moment I laid my eyes on you I could tell that you needed me to help you. Maybe it was just the way your eyes looked at me, they were so full of sorrow. I could tell that you needed someone to help you. So I'm tied to my self promise. I'll help you no matter what Kihyun."
"I am not a charity case!" His eyes are full of anger as he jumps of my cars hood. “For fuck sakes Wonho! I don’t need your help! I don’t need your money! What I need is someone to understand me, what I’m going through.”
“If that where true, you’d be content with staying in that place forever with Minhyuk. I know you don’t need me, but I want you to need me. I want to help you. Call me selfish but I want to help you for me.”
“And what do you expect from me if you help me? Marriage? A happy life? I can’t promise you that Wonho. I just can’t.” His eyes glisten in the city lights reflection. “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t.”
“Kihyun, I don’t expect anything from you. If I help you out you’re free to live the life you want, no the life you should be living. You wouldn’t owe me anything.” I force him to look at me, his eyes are much softer than before. “You can’t hurt me, I’ll always be here for you.”
“I can’t be loved.” He shakes his head. “I just can’t.”
“If I fall in love with you so be it. I promise you, I’ll love you till my last breath if I do.”
He stares at me for a second, his head leaning in a little closer. “You have a way with words.” He mumbles, his lips inches apart from my own. “I think I like you cause of that.”
I smile, my hands automatically placing themselves on the sides of his face. “I won’t hurt you Kihyun, I promise.”
His lips are only inches apart, his hot breath brushes of my bottom lip as I close my eyes, my own lips desperately inviting his onto my own. My eyes instantly widen as I feel a sensation going off in my pant pocket. “Shit.” I grumble. I back away fast and take out my phone, examining the caller ID and groan even more.
“Yeah?” I annoyingly answer my phone.
“Wonho where the fuck are you?!” Hyungwon’s voice yells in my ear. “Jooheon and Changkyun really did it this time!”
“What?” I look over at Kihyun and hold up my finger. I jump onto the grass and walk a little away from him. “What did those dumb asses do?”
“I can’t explain it. Look I don’t care where the hell you are or what or who you’re doing, but get here right now. Before either of them gets arrested! I’m not kidding Wonho, hurry please.”
I shut my eyes, mentally slapping myself in the face. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.”
I hang up before he can say anything else. I turn to Kihyun, his eyes starring ahead. “I’m sorry Kihyun, I gotta take you back. Apparently an emergency is going on with my friends.”
“It’s okay, I understand. It’s better if I go back already too.”
“Right, well let’s not waste anytime then.” I say as I walk to my passenger door. “I don’t want two things to worry about.”
The both of us get inside my car, no words being exchanged. I put my car in reverse and look behind me. “Wonho?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for tonight.” I hear Kihyun say. “Thanks for making my first date something nice and good to remember.”
I smile as I look at him for a second. “No problem, it’s been my pleasure to be by your side tonight.”
#Monsta X#Shownu#Wonho#Minhyuk#Kihyun#Hyungwon#Jooheon#Changkyun#I.M#Kiho#Jookyun#Wonkyun#Showhyuk#Joohyuk#Kiheon#monsta x fanfic#monsta x scenarios#monsta x reactions#kpop#fanfic#fan fiction#i'm so emo bc of this story#damn#I hope you enjoyed!#till next time readers 👋🏽
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