#giggling and thrilled to have my heart beautifully broken by this story again

[nilsfixman]

WHAT THIS IS JUST OMG I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND LEVEL GOOD ESKA IS A WONDERFUL WRITER AND HULLOMOON IS JUST AN INCREDIBLE VOICE OMG OMG OMG THANK YOU AND THANK YOU AND THANK EVERYONE 🤍

UM @hullomoon made a podfic of this story that we found ourselves in and it's already so good??? i am in TEARS you are so incredible

[dominarava]

YOOOO dog u should totally write some nasty adorable dom ghostface.

oh man your lucky im so hard for him rn lol

i tried something a little different this time and made the subject gender neutral so everyone could have a good time with the ghostman~

Warnings: um i think dub-con, sex, & some pretty violent shit

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Hello~ My name is-- Mr. Fear~

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Curious eyes at the bar lead to quiet conversation. Clinging to his side rest his camera. A journalist. Introducing himself as a Mr. Jed Olsen, he was relatively new to the area. Floating conversations danced around their head as he went on about his job and asked about their life. How shaking it was when he popped up a few days later at the store, taken with him though and the smooth of his conversation coupled with his good looks let the question slip.

"You wanna grab a drink sometime again?"

A sly smile stopped their heart, "We had such a good time last time, why not?"

Soon it became a regular thing to run into one another. Having a drink or just around town, he always seemed to be lingering nearby. How sweet the bitter taste of their sorrows spilling in to his lap became with his keen interest in every piece about them. Even going so far as to lament about this growing feeling swallowing them alive, this consuming paranoia of constantly being watched. The figure lurking in the shadows that had been following them tormented their head space and even crept into the safety of their dreams. Though he kept his cool the fact he was getting so far under their skin was just as thrilling as his grande finale. Knowing when their resolve finally broke, the shift in their closeness to him let another simple question fall from their lips in a dripping slur.

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours."

A brush away for him to dip away into the men's room let him come back with a wafting scent of a heavy musk to refresh himself. Enamored they had no qualms about the suffocating scent as they nearly drug him back to their place with giggling grins shared between them. Something about him demanded to be in the lime light of their affection, but even so, he drilled them on more details of their life that wouldn't be so easily given up. He knew how to pull the answers he wanted though, almost uncaring to any of those that could have heard him on the darkened streets.

"What was your first car?"

"Who do you listen to most often?"

"Did you ever want to leave this city?"

"Has someone ever broken your heart?"

Inquiries about every part of them made them feel like someone cared for once, easily falling into the safety net of his facade as he kept them as close as he could. Never would they ever be able to forget the surrounding fragrance of his cologne when he pulled them in for a heated kiss beyond the shine of the late street lamps. It felt like they weren't ever going to make it home, feeling a jolt of excitement when their front door came into view with their prize from the bar being holding their hand tight.

Burying his lips against their neck he murmured quietly as they fell through the front door with their affection, "Would you believe me if I said you were my first?"

"No?" They chuckled quietly, "You're way too good looking to be a virgin."

"Mm you think so?" He thought aloud before giving them a tap on the rear, "Go freshen up while I make myself more comfortable."

Too drunk to really give much mind, they took off for their bathroom to clean up a touch before getting into the depths of their probable short encounter. The mirror looking back at their own intoxicated visage almost made them reconsider what was happening, but the pump of desire ripping them apart wasn't about to be ignored as they made their way back into their bedroom. Taking the breath from their chest, it was strange to see a camera on a tripod hanging out at the end of their bed.

A scream almost cut the silence as a leather clad hand wrapped over their eyes, "Shh-shh-shh it's just me still. I hope you don't mind," He spoke with the brush of his lips against the tenderness of their ear, "I'm kinda into takin' pictures."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me Mr. Journalist." They snickered as their barely clad frame brushed against the tight grasp of his being hugged by the buckles and leathers unseen under his clothes the entire night.

The short huff of a laugh he gave before binding their eyes made them sweat a little before the soothe of his tone danced through their ears, "Do you trust me?"

What a strange question, "I-I think so.."

"Good," The seethe was almost a sigh of ecstasy, "Get on the bed."

Familiarity guided their nervous steps to the bed before falling into the greeting of its comfort. Another instruction to remove what was left of their garments left them exposed for his eyes only. Was this the game he played? Getting someone drunk and capturing them in film them for his personal enjoyment? The idea crossed their mind more than once as they felt the brush of him moving between their legs.

A careful brush of their fingers against a hard plastic where his face should have been made even more unease crawl down their throat. Reaching for the strap that blinded them, his hand caught their wrist in movement so swift it stopped their heart.

"Don't worry, you'll get to see- but not yet. Okay?"

"Okay.." They whispered before the warm press of his lips brushed theirs, guiding their hand between their legs.

"Go on- you know what to do." He murmured in a tone so sickeningly sweet they could have melted into the bed.

Their slightly uncoordinated fingers began to lay a gentle pleasure to their heat as he shifted back off them. Silent paces of his feet around the room could be heard floating around them before they returned to their place before them. Feeling a relaxed wave wash through them as he let his hand move between their thighs, the security they felt with him was quickly shaken with the whispering shutter of a camera. Timid, their hand paused their sweet feeling only to have him soothe them with the tender wrap of his words.

"Don't worry about me- you look great~"

Still finding themselves bit taken aback by the thought, they went on as the camera shuttered a few more times with his place getting closer and closer to the intimacy they both desired. When the brush of something hard and cold came across the supple tautness of their breast, the resulting hiccup of fear that held their chest earned a hushed sigh from him before he came back down from his high to ease their worry.

"You said you trusted me right-?" The way his covered hand caressed their cheek was enough to stop anyone in their tracks with the affection laced within it.

A tense nod kept their head from giving much more than a slight nod at the rustling of what they assumed was his pants for him to reveal himself for their moment. Their was a shift in his form as it felt like he leaned back for just a breath of moment before caging them in the pin of his arms, forcing a gasp to quietly belt from their chest.

"I've been watching you-" He chimed quietly with the excited rut of his lubed cock against their sex.

Already the admission of that had their heart pounding, "What- do you mean?" They pressed as he prodded them playfully.

He didn't answer before he was inside, letting them hear the drawn out groan he gave from their tightness holding him firm with their swallowing warmth, "Mm, I mean I took an interest in you-- when I saw you-- I knew you were going to be my next big story."

Nothing prepared them for how much his girth would open them up, letting the space fill with their shaken cries as he laid into them like an animal in heat, "Oh God- I couldn't tell you-- how hard I was-- hearing you talk about that 'Shadow Man' of yours-- you looked so fucking scared," A chuckle that left him before thrusting himself to the hilt made a sickness twist in their gut, "It was so hard- not to tell you it was me~"

With a thrash and squirm they tried to get out from under him, "You fucking prick!"

Having no problem holding them still he went on, "Shh- shh- shh- I never hurt you, did I? Though I'll be honest," The sound of slipping leather and buckle jingling about was quickly silenced by the swift binding of their hands, "There were many nights I thought about not holding back-- good Lord did you tempt me-- but then I would have ruined our big night if I hadn't-- And we couldn't have that now could we?"

"Why- are you telling me this?" They tried to keep their voice level but the overwhelming pleasure of having him so deep was earth shaking.

Finally pulling the blind from their eyes, they were met with the stark white of a ghostly mask clad in black leathers and straps pulled snug around his form, "Because," He started with a deep lean in against their ear as his hips didn't give up their pace, "I want you to hear the story that'll make you famous~"

Before anything could be done to stop him, the still of his knife met the fire of their chest. Being unable to stop their own demise, their sputters of life sprayed across his mask in a gory display. How beautifully it poured and gushed around his blade as the room that was once overflowing with the sound of their pleasures now echoed with the deep, wet plunges of his true dominance. They couldn't tell for sure, but in their fading moments, it felt as if that is when he met his end as well with his pace becoming ragged from the crushing ecstasy pumping through him.

Pinning their ribcage under the stop of his tool, trembling fingers grasped for the grip of it as he grabbed his camera, "Ah- ah- ah- not before we take our final shot for the night~" The upbeat of his tone only settled to make the moment that much unbearable as he positioned himself well betwixt their legs once more.

How many times the camera shuttered before their light faded couldn't be counted, but the excitement in his job well done was the last taste of him they would have before it all went dark. Finding his fun had ended, he made short work of the mess they'd made. The mess He made. On the way out, he couldn't help but stop at their fireplace mantel to glance over all the tchotchkes and photographs that littered it. Sticking out of the inner corner of one was a wallet sized portrait he assumed had been done recently. Plucking it from the frame, he gave it a long look before the swipe of his thumb over the crisp photo of their smiling face left a rouge smear across it, "You'll be my favorite story to tell."

[peppusae]

when it strikes 4 o’clock

pre-note; tysm for all the love on my yoongi one shot! after an overdose of an angst, we need some healing fluff, so i bring to you my bangtan otp; vhope! ♥

this was originally posted on taehyung day during the bts festa week! happy reading!

when it strikes 4 o’clock; jung hoseok x kim taehyung.

prompt; where jung hoseok celebrates kim taehyung day in a different way, this year.

genre; fluff + fluff + fluff! ♥

word count; 2603.

recommended list of songs to listen to while reading; outro ; love is not over, it's definitely you, for you, & 4 o'clock. ♥

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❝you’re so amazing, taehyung. you’re the hope’s hope.❞

when it strikes 4 o’clock; vhope

The air conditioning unit had broken a few days ago, and the fan at one side of the room was the only thing that kept Hoseok from sweating like crazy. Tablet in hand, headphones on, he was ready to be the first to listen to the song. He'd heard Taehyung practice it continuously, while they were brushing their teeth, while they played games, while they simply rested, even while they had a pillow fight a couple nights ago.

That pillow fight was why the air conditioning unit was broken, and Hoseok laughs a little, watching the clock ticking. His eyes never left the second hand, opening up the music app as soon as it strikes 12 am.

After all, he was Kim Taehyung's biggest fanboy, even though he wouldn't usually admit that out loud.

"He sounds so manly." A heart-shaped smile is formed on Hoseok's face, as he listened to the song, his head rocking side to side as he took in the soothing music. "Namjoon sounds so good, too."

As someone who enjoyed melodramatic movies and books, he really loved the song, the lyrics that had touched his heart right as Taehyung sang them, his beautiful voice that made Hoseok's heart beat a little faster. Ah, if only Taehyung realised how beautiful he sounds.

But he never believed any of the compliments he received, and it was about to be four years while Taehyung lived, denying that.

The music is soft, so soothing that Hoseok falls asleep after a while.

Taehyung, who gets into their shared room a few hours later, changes into his sleeping clothes, a satisfied smile on his face. He was receiving a lot of notifications on twitter where his fans were praising his new song along with Rapmon. The clumsy boy is laughing at the comments he read as he got on bed with a plop, hitting his feet on the footrest while he does so.

Hoseok wakes up at this, rubbing his eyes as the music on loop hits his ears right away.

"Oh, there you are. I fell asleep waiting for you." He says, sitting up. Taehyung seems a little surprised, watching the way Hoseok gets off his bed and sits on his own.

"That song was your best performance this year." He comments, a big smile on his face. Taehyung has an even bigger smile on his face, he was happy even before, and now that his hyung praises him, he feels even happier, clapping his hands together and putting his smartphone down.

"Really?! I think I could have done better, though..." It doesn't take long for him to turn doubtful, and Hoseok raises his hands up and cups the younger one's face.

"I'll slap you if you don't believe me." Hoseok hisses, grabbing both of his cheeks. Taehyung laughs, his usual happy laugh that deserved to be protected, if only he realised. There still was half an hour or so to strike 4 am, and it didn't seem like either of them had any intentions of sleeping yet.

"Taehyungie, want me to tell you a little story?"

"A story?"

Hoseok nods, already excited with the way Taehyung crosses his legs and gives all ears, ready to listen. Ah, they got along so well, they were so similar, kind of like the sun and the moon; different approaches but they were there to brighten up the surroundings.

At that moment, Taehyung was Hoseok's sunshine.

"It's about a boy I met four years ago," Hoseok starts. "And he was so beautiful, so talented, his voice was so wonderful. I knew he'd be my favourite, the seasoning I'd always pick for my noodles, the topping I'd prefer on my ice cream, my other half in this boyband that I love so much."

He blinks a little as he realises that Hosoek was talking about Taehyung himself, and a sheepish grin forms on his face.

"Hyung, why are you suddenly being so cheesy?" He asks in between giggling, making Hoseok slap the boy's cheeks once again, playfully and so carefully, he wouldn't want to hurt him, not even the least bit.

"Shh, now listen. He sings so beautifully. Ah, he takes away my heart, I sound like a school girl in love, but I don't care. Not only is his voice so beautiful, his looks too. Ah, I'm so jealous."

"Hoseokie, why are you like this?" Taehyung laughs, taking a pillow and hitting the older one with it.

"It's Kim Taehyung day, remember?"

"Oh yes, it is." Taehyung hugs the pillow instead, motioning for Hoseok to go on. The older boy clears his throat, now that he was paying attention properly, he felt a little nervous, and there were still a few minutes to go for it to become 4 o'clock.

"It's Kim Taehyung day, and I want Taehyung to realise what a perfect human being he is."

"Don't go that far, hyung." Taehyung mumbles, chuckling a little, brushing a bit of his hair off from his forehead. Blinking, brown eyes focused on Hoseok who has a smile on his face, the two exchanging glances, and yet there was not a single trace of discomfort, they were used to it, they were used to taking time to appreciate each other, they loved each other so much.

"Hold this." Hoseok extends his hand out, and the playful boy responds instantly, putting his hand over the other's, fingers intertwining, it felt a little warm, they were a little embarrassed, and for a moment, they wondered what to do or say.

Hoseok speaks up.

"You're so amazing, Taehyung. You're the Hope's hope."

"Eh? I am?"

"I'm the angel, I'm the one who spreads hope, but I never knew that even I needed some hope in my life... But ah, I met you, and you've taken that place which I didn't even knew there was a spot for, in my heart. Shall I sue you for this?"

"That's so flattering, hyung." The boy responds, extending his other hand out as well which Hoseok hurried to grab. Ah, it was hot inside the room, but this was one warmth neither of them minded, not one bit.

"And on this day, on Kim Taehyung day, I want you to know that I'm the lucky one. To have met you, to have known someone so wonderful like you. Do you realise how charming you are?"

"You're embarrassing me a bit, Hoseokie!" Taehyung tries to remove one hand to cover his face, he was shy, and that made Hoseok even more convinced to get his job done.

"I'm so glad to have met you, I can brag to my friends that I met someone as beautiful as you," Hoseok repeats, "And they can be jealous while I count up all the reasons why I love Kim Taehyung, and the fact that you love me too is just the first reason."

"Hyungggggg."

"Oh, look at those moles on your face. How do you make them look so beautiful? Look at the way you smile, shouldn't we arrest you for stealing so many hearts?" Hoseok lets go of Taehyung's hands, tackling him into a hug and the two fall onto the bed, laughing together, tickling each other as the younger one tried to break free while trying so hard not to laugh too loud.

He couldn't help it.

With Hoseok, every day was an adventure, it wasn't the way with the other members. He wouldn't be whole without the rest of the members, but without Hoseok, he wouldn't be anything.

The clock strikes the bell once, twice... two more times, and the two freeze, lying beside each other before they glance at each other.

"It's four o'clock."

"How ironic."

The two burst out laughing, iconic laughs that took some time to recover from, and Hoseok is the one who speaks first.

"Took me four years to say this, but Kim Taehyung, I'm in love with you. You think you aren't perfect, and so do I, but what if I told you that you're perfect for me, and I am for you?"

"Hoseokie..."

"I love you, my little Cypher boy. Happy Taehyung day, I hope you stay happy and healthy like this for today, tomorrow, and every single day that you stay alive and beside me on this world... because I'll follow you around, or would it be you who follows me around? It doesn't matter, we are one, after all. Now look what you've done, you've made me cry a little."

Taehyung wraps his arms around the older boy, he had his lips pressed into a thin smile, a few tears escaping from his eyes as he took in all the words Hoseok had told him.

"Ah hyung, I'm not the beautiful one, you are. You are, and the words you said, and how much you love me. That's the beautiful thing between here." Taehyung finally responds, the two boys embracing tightly. They were a little sleepy, it was late, and Taehyung's song continued from Hoseok's tablet, along with the way the two were breathing softly, loud masculine breaths as they lean a little away, looking at each other.

"Don't say that kind of thing, Taehyungie, what else are you trying to steal? You've already taken my heart."

"Ah! Hyung, stop being so cheesy and let me love you." Taehyung laughs, droopy eyes that smiled as they boys hugged, how wonderful it was to be in each other's arms.

"You saying that makes my heart race a little. Okay, go on, love me like you've never done before."

"Now that you mention it, I'm not sure what I should do."

"Jeez, now that's a little disappointing. Is it because I'm older?" Hoseok accuses, leaning against the bed frame. "Kim Taehyung day, is the special boy going to give me a treat today?"

"Shall we go out to get some ice cream, then?" Taehyung suggests.

It was too adorable, the way the two loved adventures, putting their shoes on and sneaking outside. It was thrilling, they loved to have fun, they loved to have fun together, it made everything so much more special, so beautiful, even more than Taehyung was.

Or was that even possible? Hoseok would argue about things like that in his mind. And when he'd voice out those thoughts, Taehyung would agree that he thought similar things. Were they out of their minds, or were they simply just in love with each other?

Maybe both, it was fine, they were perfectly happy with both of that, running hand in hand down the hill to the ice cream store in their sneakers and over-sized pants. Anyone who saw them would have thought they were fools, and maybe they were, two fools who enjoyed sharing their ice cream while sitting at the back of the ice cream shop at half past 4 am.

As they ate, softly biting into their desserts, Hoseok sings a bit of the lyrics to Taehyung's song, one bit of the lyrics that he loved more than the rest.

'Following into the deep night, the sound of you singing, brings the red morning.'

The sky was red, the clouds in the song was red, and so was Taehyung's lips, as he continued biting into his strawberry ice cream.

Hoseok couldn't help himself. He was smiling the entire time, Taehyung looks a little in surprise when Hoseok pushes the ice cream cone away, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Ah, it was so cool, their lips too numb from the ice cream to feel anything, but oh dear, their hearts would not stop racing like crazy, Taehyung felt like he'd die as he drops his ice cream onto the concrete floor.

"Hyung, look what you made me do. How do you expect to deal with the consequences?"

"Mint is always better, I keep telling you this," Hoseok has to say, offering his own cone out to the younger boy whose face was still a little bright red.

"This is a Kim Taehyung day I'll never forget." He laughs, he was enjoying it, rubbing a finger across his lips and Hoseok puts his cone away, he's had enough of that, but he'd never have enough of Taehyung, he'd never ever want to, and knowing that the other boy felt same way made him have a happy smile on his face as he leans in again.

"You're such a beautiful boy, can I have you?"

If Taehyung was ready for the second kiss, Hoseok's words make his heart skip, he couldn't calm himself down even if he tried... And he wasn't sure if he wanted to, it felt so right, their lips now warm from the summer night. They were so close together, warm, cozy, happy, and so in love.

"I love you, Hoseokie." Taehyung finally says, opening his eyes and looking at him moving a little away.

"Good. I love you too, Taehyungie. What did I do to deserve someone as beautiful as you?"

"You exist. And that in itself is so beautiful, I love the way your face feels against mine."

Hoseok pulls the younger boy into another tight hug, their faces brushing against each other as they enjoyed the squishy embrace. He really gave in a lot when it came to Taehyung.

Taehyung was Hoseok's favourite, after all.

And they knew that whenever they were awake at 4 o'clock, be it in the morning, or even if it was in the evening, they'd smile at each other.

And they'd be the only ones who knew they weren't smiling at just the irony of the beautiful song that Kim Taehyung secretly wrote for Jung Hoseok, but because they loved each other.

It was as simple as that.

Every day from today onwards, when it strikes 4 o'clock, they'll love each other a little more.

the end

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happy (late) kim taehyung day ♥ [170609]

vhope will never die. ♥

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