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[demon-blood-youths]

HELP! Our House is Haunted, Part 1 || A Halloween Drabble

Here’s a Halloween drabble for my friend @the-silver-peahen-residence. This drabble is inspired by ghost movies and the movie franchise The Conjuring. Features major crossovers regarding the haunting.  

Featuring:

My muses ( from me )

( The demon possessed ) - Taz Hellion.

Peahen-Mun’s muses: 

Yuuka ( Peahen-Mun’s OC )

(Atsushi, Dazai and Ranpo ) - Armed Detective Agency (Bungou Stray Dogs )

Midoriya ( My Hero Academia )

Rin Okumura and Yukio Okumura ( Ao no Exorcist )

Gogo, Fushigoro, Yuji Itadori and Sukuna  (Jujustu Kaisen )

Machida Miyako

Now let the spooky and comedy madness begin! 

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The team was staying in a house through Aerobnb to relax after their great battles. So far, they got to do amazing things they wanted to do in Japan. Yuuka came back since Japan is safe and she wants to thank them by showing them around before they leave. Go to onsen, do some sightseeing, buy some anime figurines, go to Arcades. Everything went well so far until Taz brought a doll from Kyoto. 

Then strange things go on about. They didn’t understand at first. They thought some of their own teammates play tricks on them until they see writings in Japanese on the wall which is actually scaring them. Yuuka and Oblivion translates it and it disturbs them. 

One day, Midoriya came around to visit and see how everyone is doing especially Ink. Ink told him the strange happenings in the house so the green hero is going to help the DBT out. He brought along his friends, Bakugo and Todortoro. So Midoriya walks around the house. For some reason, he senses a perscene but nobody is here. He’s down in the basement and checks a closet. Midoriya sees nothing but floorboards. Nothing here-hm?

He sees a hole in the wall. Hm? He checks it out and suddenly Midoriya heard a door shut behind him. “What the? Ink? Yuuka?” And then he hears a groan. He turns around to see a long hallway. What the? Where did that come from?! Midoriya became confused and ventures down the dark hallway. Is this a quirk? Can’t be? Where’s the user?! 

Then he sees glowing orange eyes staring at him and soon the doll emerges making Midoriya widen his eyes. What the?

Then the DBT hears screaming! It’s coming from the basement. 

“Deku?! Midoriya!” Ink grabs the handle and proceeds to pull it to open. Rust goes to help and it wouldn’t budge!

“OUT OF THE WAY!” The explosive hero is ready to blast the door off. 

“Bakugo, no! You’re going to hurt him if  you use your damn quirk!” Navarro argued.

“Got any better ideas?!” Bakugo growled.

“Let me do something.” Shoto freezes the door and then Ink kicks it, breaking the door into pieces. “Midoriya!” Ink sees the green hero and grabs him out of the closet, making him gasp as he is breathing in and out.

“Midoriya! Are you okay?!” Ink asked, kneeling right aside him. 

“Deku! The fuck?!” Bakugo shouted.

“Midoriya! What’s wrong?!” Shoto asked. 

“The doll was here! There is something behind it! It’s a monster.” Midoriya shaking point at the doll inside the closet. Everyone became disturbed. When did the doll moved? Wasn’t it in the bedroom with Taz.

“What?! The doll was with Taz.” Said Shoto. Then they see the walls had letters craved into them. 

‘YOUR SOULS!’

----- Yokohoma -----

“We need holy water, a bible, a freakin exorcism, rosemary, call the Vatican, call the Warrens, call the Winchester brothers and hell call The Mystery Incorporated. Cause there is a godamn Annabella  running godamn loose!” Navarro yelled and he pants loudly after saying this to the bewildered Armed Detective Agency.

Then there’s an exasperated sigh is heard from Kunkida  Doppo as he pushes his glasses up, hearing the short teen’s demands. “Young man, this is a detective agency, not a paranormal agency. We don’t deal with...demons and spirits. We deal with reality.” 

“What?” Navarro stared at Kunkida as if he’s joking. “Did you not heard what I said to you?! You think this is a game?! This isn’t a prank, damnit!” 

Kunkida sighed while Dazai chuckles.

“So you’re saying that there’s a ghost in your house? Are you sure it’s not a quirk or ability?” Dazai looks intrigued by this.

“Yes! I’m sure! Deku told us that he saw something down in the freakin basement and he’s the one saying that’s no quirk he never seen before! Plus...we don’t know whose doing it and we’re trying to figure that shit out!”

“Ha! Ghosts aren’t real!” Said Ranpo laughing this off as he eats his snacks at his desk. “Let me check this house out. I assure you, it must be someone with an ability behind this!”

------ Back at the haunted house ----

Little did they know....the moment that Ranpo pulls his glasses on and ‘activates’ his quirk., it reveals something disturbing. He narrows his eyes as he explores the house. 

“Ranpo?” Dazai asked as Atsushi looks concerned, never see the expression like that before. 

“Hey...did this house belong to someone?” Ranpo asked before looking at the doll before exploring the house. 

“Uhh...some guy named Kido Jurou?” Fosh asked. “He got it from the listing and it’s pretty cheap for a big place like this.”

“Please call him because I think something bad happened in this house.” Said Ranpo as he looks at the doll. Atsushi goes off to investigate and sees Taz in the room sitting alone. Atsushi goes to comfort her as he heard that she’s having nightmares. 

“We tried that.....when strange things happening....” Fosh begins to speak

“And?”

“Well.....we couldn’t contact him and his phone is dead. And then....we look up where he is and ask around then we found out Kido Juroro died years ago.”

‘Then who gave you the house?” Dazai raised a eyebrow. 

“Some guy claiming he’s Kido Jurou. He assumed someone else’s identity.” Said Shdwkyz. “Anyway....you look like you found something found out.”

“Indeed. Something terrible happened in this house.” Ranpo said, tilting his head down as he continues to invesigate. “I can’t explain it and I don’t want to believe it.”

Dazai sighs. “I guess we really do need to call in the experts if this is a haunted house. Lucky for me, I think I know some people....” He chuckles as he got an idea. But the moment he took eyes off Ranpo, There is a scream downstairs. 

----- Somewhere in the cafe, Tokyo  ------

“So let me understand this. You have a doll that is cursed and you believe the house is haunted because the man who own it died years ago?” A man with brown hair as he wears glasses and is dressed looking between a priest and solider. Next to him, it’s his brother with blue hair and has a tail, carrying a katana sheathed at his waist. 

“Yes. The doll is moving by itself and then Taz is starting to act weird, seeing visions, having constant nightmares and acting irrationally we can’t explain ever we took the house.” Taz picked it up from the store.” Said Yuuka as she is with Hellmare regarding this. 

“We believe it’s a demonic possession or a curse.” Hellmare asked. 

“Well...demons don’t possess things.” Yukio informs them. “They possess living things and the natural forces. Humans, animals, elementals, corpses and plants. Sometimes...they possess the very dust particle in the air. Based on our experience....they use objects as conduits to communicate or do things.” Yukio explains. 

“But to do this, we need proof so we can get permission to do exorcise the house first and do something about the doll. Once we do, we have to go through the channels to approve the exorcise and-well...that takes time..”

“How long does that take?” Yuuka asked.

“Roughly...weeks.” Yukio sighed making the girls upset. “But! My brother, Rin would accompany you and will be observing this situation.” He told the girls. 

“Leave it to me!” Rin grinned. “Also I think I know a guy who knows about curses.” 

Yukio raises an eyebrow. “You do?”

“Sure, he’s a first-year but he has friends who knows more than him!” Rin said.

----- A fast food place ------

“Yo! Itadori!” Rin waves a hand at Yuki Itadori, a student of Jujustu Academy, a school that trains jujustu socerers  or curse sorcerers that specializes in dealing with cursed spirits and objects. He’s with two other classmates. Megumi Fushigoro and Kugisaki Nobara.

The True Cross Academy is rivals with Tokyo Jujutsu High since both schools fought evil spirits such as curses and demons and trained their students on how to combat them. Of course, the students from both schools hate each other because of their beliefs and how they do things. But Okumura Rin and Yuji Itadori became fast friends and bonded due to their special circumstances. How they met is they run into each other on a mission that had demons and curses in one sitting which they managed to accomplish when they worked together. 

“Hey Rin! What’s up?” Yuji Itadori greets the other with a smile, high-fiving each other before sitting down. Rin goes to explain the case to them.

“So a doll is cursed and a house is haunted inhabiated by an evil spirit. It sounds like your case, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah...well....the church needs proof and my little brother is handling another case. So I got to give them proof plus there are twelve people living in that house and it ain’t a quirk they said.”

“So what’s special about this?”

"Well a famous detective named Ranpo from Yokohoma finds out that there are disappearances around the house for many years ago and he suspected that they're dead and they are haunting the house. Also he found instances of scratches on the floorboards from many years ago and dried black stains in the basement. Also a pro-hero went into the closet and suddenly, he is in a hallway and sees a doll and a monster behind it." Rin explained.

"A domain expansion. With such disappearances, the spirits that didn’t move on does bring out negative energy leading to cursed energy and it's  amatter of time people who will get caught in it." Fushigoro answered.

"Bingo." Rin said. "Plus there is another thing."

"Which is..." Nobara raised a eyebrow.

“Well...do you know the guys who took down Iron Titan and Blazing Blitz, the corrupt anti pro heroes?" Rin asked.

The three blinked.

“You’re joking....” Itadori blinked. "Those guys are still here?! I thought they left after all what happened in Tokyo."

"Yeah I didn't believe it either!" Rin saw the battles and he has to admit. The teenage vigilante Van Ink The Dragon kicks serious ass. She looks like a demon which is pretty admiring he has to say. “Those guys, the DBT are living in that house.”

“You gotta be kidding me! I swear whenever things happened and I mean BIG things, it’s always those guys!” Nobara asked. 

"I heard rumors that the masked guy...what's his name. Phantom Slasher? He's interesting..." Megumi hums.

"Forget that! I have to ask those girls like Oblivion and Hellmare where they get their clothes from here." Nobara looks excited.

"Hey, hey. Don't forget. Hellmare and another person, Yuuka wants this to keep a low profile. My brother says so since he owe one of those detective guys back in Yokohoma a favor."

"Then we should inform our teacher then." Fushigoro tells him as he wants to tell Gogo about this. Gogo is going to be curious about this. 

‐----- At the haunted house ----

"Dazai! How many people are you bringing?!" Navarro yelled as Jujustu sorcerer came in along with an exorcist, Rin.

"You said bring whoever. Although, it is surprise to hear that Yukio’s bib brother Rin here knows students from Jujustu. Hahahahahah!" Dazai laughs. Navarro twitched an eye. He swears to god this is just a damn prank but if it isn’t, they need all the help they can get.

"So this is Navarro the Bomber. I thought he will be shorter." Fushigoro said.

"Who the fucks say that?!" Navarro yelled. Ink greets them with a happy which makes the four blink while Rust is holding Navarro back from chewing Fushigoro out. "Hi. Name's Ink! Thanks for coming by." Ink said. 

"Woah." Rin said, she looks amazing in person. "Name's Rin Okumaru! I'm a big fan! I saw the way you took down Iron Titan. That's amazing!"

"Oh thanks! I glad uh...you like it!" Ink is still not used to having fans. Midoriya noticed, making him chuckle a little. "Anyway..thank you for helping us. We really need your help! I never thought exorcist are real." Midoriya said. 

"Heh. We know how to get a job done.." Rin smirked.

"If it's a demon." Fushigoro said. "Hello my name is Megumi Fushigoro, these are my classmates, Yuji Iadtori and Kugisaki Nobara. We are Jujutsu Sorcerers that combats cursed spirits, in this case in your house. We’re here to investigate and it seems like you do have cursed spirits lingering here.”

“Wait...so you’re saying...” Navarro stops himself as he heard this. 

“Yes, the house you Airbnb’ed is haunted.” Fushigoro answered. 

----- Minutes later ------

“So can you explain to us about this doll you acquired?” Fushigoro asked as Jaron sets down drinks for the four to drink. Ranpo and Fosh are working on the case in the kitchen. Midoriya and Ink are listening to this. 

“Yes....well Taz brought it from a store in Kyoto when we were sightseeing.” Hellmare answers. The doll is question is a Japanese doll wearing traditional, a Ichimatsu but has these kawaii style to it with the eyes and blush. Plus it had cat ears. It’s sitting in the chair as the four looks at it with wary eyes.  “We spilt up to explore the shrines. She came across a man in a store that was selling in a stall. That’s when she got it.” Hellmare asked. “When I asked her again when the strange things happened, she suddenly can’t recall.” 

“And when did it started? Rin here provide us the details but the doll is cursed.”

“Like three days ago and it starts to increases. First, it’s just footsteps and things being moved. then we get disturbed in sleep and we’re seeing visions or memories we do not have of other people.” Hellmare said. 

He sighs. “Then you’re going in and out of domain expansion. This is worse than we expected.” Rubbing his forehead, tyring to figure out.

“I think it’s better if we leave the house.” Oblivion said.  

“You can’t. The spirits are already attached to you guys.” Rin said, seeing it now. “My little brother said that hauntings are hard to get of, like a gum under the bottom of your shoe. But what’s more...is that kid...uh Taz, right? Something is behind her most of the time.”

This got the teens alarmed. “And what’s behind her?” Ophelia asked worriedly.

“A demon....most likely or what they said....cursed spirit.” Rin said. 

“Okay how do we get rid of it?” Midoriya asked. 

Itadori looks over to Rin. “I can blessed you guys with holy water and do some stuff. These guys can exorcise them.” Rin said. “Once we get proof of it.’ 

“Huh? Uh...no offense but when it comes to spirits. Don’t we have to find...well...uh bodies of the victims so they can be found and be buried.” Jaron asked. The four looks at Jaron. “Uh....just an opinion but the guy who lived in this house is a murderer and response for their deaths. Then we gotta do something.” 

“Well....it might appease the spirits but if a demon is responsible then they’re keeping the spirits here and corrupting them.” Fushigoro said to which Rin nods at this. 

“Then let’s do it! Let’s spilt up!” Ink said. “The exorcist team can find the cursed spirits and we find the bodies...” Ink suggested. Everyone blinked at her suggestion. “I mean we have to.” 

“Huh?! Why?” Navarro asked. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking Ink?”

“What are you trying to say? Do you understand how dangerous this is?” Fushigoro is curious and looks hesitant to leave this to someone untrained. 

“Well...I seen a lot of horror movies with Shdwkyz and he might agree with this.”

“I do?” Shdwkyz became curious. 

“I mean.....the people who went missing need to go to back home even if they are dead. They have people who cared about them.” Ink said, making her team blinked and so did the others. After what the team been through in Japan like dealing with Iron Titan, Blazing Blitz, Nagawasa, Cobin and the all the rest. It made sense. Dazai listened to this attentively with his eyes close. 

Atsushi listened and agrees with this. “Ink is right. I understand what she’s saying. The bodies have to be found so they can be laid to rest. I don’t like people dying but the spirits here, they have to move on. I can help out by smelling anything out.” 

“Me too! Even if heroes didn’t save those who died, I believe we can help the people who are still here who have missing loved ones. I want to help out too.” Said Midoriya. 

“Huh?” Nobara can’t believe what she’s hearing. “I don’t know what you seen in the movies but it ain’t like the movies here. This isn’t a show!” She exclaimed firmly, crossing her arms. Ink frowns a little.

“Indeed...we can’t put non-jujustu sorcerers in danger even if your fraction is know in dealing with danger.”

“Still....we live in this house and we gotta help somehow! If someone needs help whether they’re dead or alive, I’m going to help out!” Ink said. “And no cursed spirits or demon will stop me! This isn’t just about the spirits, but Taz too! She needs us!”

“Knowing Taz, she’s so scared...we need to stay by her.” Said Shdwkyz.

Itadori listened to what Ink said and nods. Proper deaths. He recalled what grandpa was. 

“She’s right, guygs. I agree with her.” Itadori is in agreement, “I mean....the people who went missing who didn’t have proper deaths needs a proper burial. Their families deserved it, they have to know what happened to them even if they’re death. It’s better than nothing..” His classmates sighed but didn’t argue. Itadori is that kind of person who believes in proper death. 

Rin crosses his arms and nods at this, “Yeah...I gotta agree. But bro is going to hate me for this but he understands where you guys are coming from. We have to get these spirits out of here so they can move on. We need to find the demon, kick its ass and free the spirits.”

“Looks like we have a plan now.” Dazai chuckles, liking what he’s seeing so far. The teens looked pumped up, ready to do this.

Hellmare nods. ‘Don’t worry, Taz! We will help you. We will save you.’

To be continue....

[escapingreality1992]

The Movie Queen and Her Captain

Luna and Steve Rogers have a Harry Potter marathon and things get steamy.

"How is it possible for you to not even flinch during a horror movie? I mean, seriously? Not one jump scare got you," Natasha asked while we walked into the front entrance of our home; the compound. We had just finished watching A Nightmare on Elm Street at the theater; they had a Halloween special going on where they'd show older movies to get people in the mood for spooky season.

"Call me the queen of horror movies. Or movies in general. But technically I've already seen that one. At least I'm not the one who jumped when he had the longest arms on the planet," I replied.

"First of all, it weirded me out and second it was really disturbing. If I saw someone walking down the street with arms long enough to circle my entire body, I'd run too,"

"Except you wouldn't escape because it's a dream. It's the whole point of the story line. He kills you in your dreams. You wouldn't get very far either. That's his ultimate power, trapping you in dreams. Though I bet you could take him. You are the Black Widow after all," I argued.

"Still, it's going to give me nightmares and not the ones I normally get," She stated. As we neared the lounge, the smell of buttered popcorn hit my nose, both of us sneaking in the lounge to see what the boys were watching while wearing sweats. Peeking around the corner, I recognized the movie as The Exorcist, suppressing a giggle before catching Natasha's gaze. Her lips twisted in a wicked smile, the same idea coming to mind. Crouching low, we slunk to the couches, each picking a specific target; Nat's favorite person to scare was Tony, she always squealed in delight when he shrieked like a girl. I switched my targets each time, today's choice being Sam. I got Steve last week while he had been getting a glass of water in the middle of the night and I decided to go easy on him this week.

As the scene played on - the one in which the main character levitated - you could feel the tension in the air creating the perfect timing for us to launch out attack. Once the priests reached the third part of their chant, we sprung up and shouted 'BOO!', our hands landing on the intended targets. Popcorn and bowls flew into the air, shrieks - not screams - sounded around the room, making Natasha and I cackle with laughter.

"Oh my god! You should see your faces," I stated after Tony asked FRIDAY to turn on the lights.

"Why? Why do you two feel the need to scare people?" he complained, shooting us a glare. We laughed again and at his huff, we attempted to contain ourselves.

"Sorry, sorry. It's fun to do and the expressions on you guys right now are worth it. Don't forget it's spooky season, which is by far the best time to terrify anyone. If anything, it's your fault for putting on a scary movie creating the perfect opportunity to scare y'all anyway," Natasha said. She sat down on the couch beside Bucky, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed, draping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. I smiled, loving their relationship with each other. They had been dating for six months, their chemistry undeniable. I settled in between Steve and Thor, rubbing their arms to calm them down.

"I take it you had fun at the theater?" Steve asked me.

"Of course. Natasha got scared during some of the movie though," I responded.

"No, I didn't," I raised my eyebrows at Nat as if to say 'sure you didn't'. "Maybe a little. Anyways, are we going to finish this movie or not?" she commented.

"You two aren't going to scare us anymore right?" Sam asked.

"No more scaring. We promise," Nat and I said at the same time; it sounded a bit reminiscent of the twins from The Shining. The horrified looks on the guys' faces made us laugh before apologizing and saying we wouldn't do it again. Tony resumed the movie, most falling asleep before the credits rolled; the only ones still awake were Steve, Loki, Vision, and me. Lights flooded the room when the DVD menu popped up, causing the sleepers to squint their eyes tighter against the brightness.

"I guess it's a good time to call it a night. Let's head to bed. There's nothing much to do tomorrow anyway," Tony stated, yawning and stretching as he stood up. Each Avenger went separate ways to their rooms, some like Wanda and Vision and Bucky and Nat went to the same room together; others to their individual chambers. I had the good fortune to be escorted by Steve to mine as we were adjacent to each other on the same hallway.

"Thank you for walking me to my room," I told him, opening my door and switching on the light.

"No problem. Good night Luna," he told me.

"Night, Steve," I said, turning to go inside and change into my pajamas.

"Hey, uh, Movie Queen?" I heard Steve ask. My lips quirked into a small smile at the nickname.

"Yes? What can I do for you Spangly Man?" Steve chuckled, leaning against the door frame.

"You have all of the Harry Potter films right?"

"All on blu ray too. Why?"

"Would you want to do a marathon with me?"

"Tonight? It's a little late don't you think?" His smile faded at that and he turned to return to his room.

"How about tomorrow? We can start at 7 a.m. All the movies back to back equate to 18 hours and 20 minutes without the credits. It'll be around 1 a.m. when we finish but we still have to account for bathroom breaks and food," I offered, my words freezing him mid-step. He spun around to face me.

"Tomorrow. I'll meet you in the lounge at 7," he agreed, walking backwards to his room, hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants. I smiled, closing my door to turn in for the night.

My alarm woke me at 6:30, giving me plenty of time to freshen up and change into a tank top and sweatpants before meeting Steve in the lounge with the 8 Harry Potter movie in tow. I found him with a bunch of pillows and blanket in his arms and arched an eyebrow.

"What do you have there?" I asked, curious to know what he was planning.

"Supplies for our marathon. I thought we should be ultra comfortable if we're watching all of these movies. Question. Would it be too bold of me to ask if we could move downstairs to the theater room? I don't want to be interrupted if the others walk through the lounge," he answered me.

"No, not at all. It'll be fun when it's only the two of us and I want you to have the full experience. Head on down. I'll grab a few drinks and snacks," I told him. Steve nodded and walked down the steps while I went into the kitchen. I got a bag of popcorn going while I pulled out water and a few cans of soda, placing them in a separate bowl. Emptying the popcorn into the second bowl I set out and tucking the movies under my arm, I grabbed both bowls and joined Steve in the giant theater room; blankets and pillows gathered on the massive couch. I handed Steve the popcorn bowl, pulling out a water for him and one soda for me; I stored the other drinks in the mini fridge for later. I set up the screen and DVD player, hitting play when the menu came up. Joining Steve on the couch, I shifted under one of the blankets.

"Are you excited?" I whispered, grabbing some popcorn.

"Definitely. It's going to be a fantastic date," His response stunned me and before I could say something, the first scene started up, silencing me.

Date? I didn't think he liked me in that way, I thought. Some part of me always hoped he might; I had developed a huge crush on him over the years but never made a move to ask him out. Believe me, I wanted to but every time I tried, I backed away from the subject too afraid of rejection and then have our friendship ruined. I remained silent through the first two movies and we took our first bathroom break before starting the third. I hesitated in pressing play, wanting to talk about what he said before the first movie.

"Steve?"

"Yes, Luna?"

"Nevermind. Let's get this next one going," I stated, once again chickening out and pressed play. More silence ensued, the occasional glance from me over at him to see if he was enjoying the movies; he definitely was, no surprise there. Our hands accidentally touched during the scene with the dementors before they went back in time to save lives. Halfway through the fourth movie, we decided to order in some Italian food for dinner, resuming the movie after it arrived. Tears were shed from me at Cedric's death, Steve moving closer to console me by rubbing my shoulders. During the fifth, the air conditioning came on and I tried to refrain from shivering despite the blanket draped over my body.

"Are you cold?" he whispered. I shook my head and continued to silently suffer. My body betrayed me half an hour later, shivering more when it became unbearable.

"You're cold. Come here and snuggle with me," Steve whispered, moving the bowl of popcorn he made before starting the Order of the Phoenix. I slid into his side, letting him drape an arm over me. I melted into the warmth, burying myself closer to him.

"You're an icicle. Why didn't you say something earlier?" he asked, keeping his voice low so he didn't miss any important dialogue.

"I didn't want to bother you," I whispered. He hugged me tighter and released me when it was time to switch out the DVDs. We took another bathroom break before getting Half-Blood Prince started, this one wasn't a favorite of mine and I considered it slower paced than the others.

Coming back from the bathroom, I took up my original spot much to Steve's disappointment.

"I'd like to keep cuddling with you please," he told me. I had to admit I liked his arms around me and slid back into him; our bodies meshed together like two puzzle pieces. As the movie progressed, I noticed we were both a little restless, occasionally tracing small patterns on each other's legs.

"Luna?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I...Would it be alright if I kissed you?" Steve asked. I swiveled my head to look up at him, shocked at the question. Say yes. Tell him you want him to kiss you, I thought.

"Yes. You can kiss me. Please, kiss me," I answered. Steve leaned in, his lips brushing lightly over mine. They were soft, a bit salty from the popcorn but also warm like the rest of him. The movie seemed muted while we held the kiss for a few minutes, breaking away. He didn't waste any time after the first kiss to press his mouth back to mine, devouring me, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. My hands gripped his shirt tightly, the same urgency for him to do anything he pleased to me. Taking my movements as an invitation, he removed his hand from my hair and gripped my hips; he lifted me onto his lap, those callused hands moving to hold me buy shoulders. We kissed more fervently, our tongues tangling with each other. Soon he moved his heated lips to my neck, finding a spot to suck on, a soft moan escaping my lips. He brushed them over my collarbone, his fingers snaking down and under the hem of my tank top. Steve lifted it off my head, tossing it to the floor. He unclasped my bra next, exposing my breasts to the cold air. My nipples perked up, capturing his attention, the pads of his thumbs brushing lightly over them before he lowered his mouth to latch onto one.

I arched into him, the sensation of his tongue swirling around it, arousing me, wetness pooled at my center, my hips moving against him. The friction I caused as I did this made his length harden only making me want more of him. I slipped my hands under his shirt and lifted it up, pausing his actions to get the fabric off his body. Next, I got off him to  pull down his sweatpants and also removing mine. I straddled him again, dry humping him, my lips attaching to his neck, my hands in his soft hair.

Steve flipped me so I laid flat against the couch, his lips finding mine, his fingers sliding under the flimsy material of my underwear. He stroked my folds, my hips moving to ride his fingers; a low moan erupted when he inserted two of them inside me.

"Oh, god. Steve..." I whimpered, my hands gripping his back, nails digging in his skin. He grunted against the sharp pain, removing his fingers to rip off my underwear, deciding to the material was in the way. I moved my hands down to push down his boxers, freeing him completely. Taking him in my hands, I stroked his cock, groans of pleasure coming from his lips. He got up to remove them completely and used his knee to spread my legs wider, lining up at my entrance.

"I'm going to ask you this once. Are you positive you want to do this?" he asked, the bright blue of his irises darkening with lust.

"Yes. I want to. I'm sure," I replied, pulling his face down to kiss him. He sheathed himself deep inside me and I moaned into his mouth at the sensation. He pumped in and out slowly, our breath quickening, moans and groans echoing around the room. Something must've caught his attention because he paused, a confused look on his face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Why is everyone crying and lighting the sky with their wands?" he answered. I turned my head to the movie screen and saw we had missed an important death.

"Oh, Dumbledore died. Snape killed him," I replied.

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, it's really sad," I told him, pulling his face back to kiss him.

"Right. Sorry. I'll continue," he said, his thrust hard and rough, something I had hoped I'd experience one day with him. I climaxed first, reaching another one when he climaxed. He pulled out, allowing me to switch to the next movie. I came back to him, his muscular arms pulling me into his lap. Steve secured me with one arm tight around my waist, the other spreading my legs to work me with his fingers until I reached a third orgasm.

"Steve..."

"Sh. You've seen these before. Let me play a little longer. You screaming my name is the sweetest thing I've heard all day," he told me, teasing my swollen clit with his thumb. My legs quaked each time he pushed me over the edge, throughout the first part of the Deathly Hallows. During the last movie, I had my turn playing with him, teasing him through important parts so he could pay attention. I paused the movie before the big battle and got on my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth. He gasped, head thrown back as my tongue explored every inch, bringing him over the edge and swallowing when he exploded into my mouth. I sat beside him, his arms pulling me close to him.

"This has been a wonderful date, don't you agree?" he whispered, my lips curling into a smile.

"I agree. We should do this more often," I told him.

"Next week sound good?"

"That will be perfect," Once the final movie ended, we got dressed and returned to our rooms.

"Spend the night?" he asked. I nodded, entering his room. We climbed in, snuggled close and fell asleep, drifting off to a beautiful dream world.

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Luxe Caramel

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #3

AU: Pianist!Baekhyun, ???!Au Genre: Smut Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Wordcount: 1031 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: Smut A/N: This is the third one guys, you know the drill, comment for more, if it reached the desired amount of notes we’ll see about more ;)

His hands were everywhere, smoothing over your sides, tugging at your hair. You felt his chest heave against yours as he pressed you into the mattress. Hot breath fanning out of your neck, before he kissed the skin, sucking, scraping his teeth over it till you were a whimpering mess in his embrace.

“Baekhyun.” You breathed, fingers dancing along the nape of his neck. He smelled heavily of his cologne, the tinge of it filling your nose along with the scent of sweat and your own perfume. 

He hummed, moving his kissed further down your body as you pulled him closer to you with your legs. His lips were smooth against the top of your chest, tongue darting out to taste you there. It was hot in the back of the car, the material scarping against your back as he rocked his hips into you slowly. He was taking too long for your liking, stringing you along in his game like he owned you. And he did.

Your hands traveled down the planes of his back, his muscles shifting with his every movement. He was playing you like a fine instrument, in control of every little sound he had you make. The way his fingers danced over your body like they did with his piano, perfectly altering pressure when he needed to, creating symphonies in the form of your pleasure.

He looked up at you when his mouth descended over your nipple, eyes dark with desire. Baekhyun was expensive, exquisite, so at home here in the back of his Rolls Royce, unlike you. There was a way in which he exuded his status, how he held himself, that made your knees weak.

With deft hands, you helped him out of his pants, quickly pulling him back to you. He was warm, hot almost, as it was freezing outside. The material of the seat was becoming slippery with your sweat, as he finally dragged his fingers up your folds. So slowly, barely touching you.

You keened high in your throat when he slipped a finger inside, his eyes studying the way your back arched of the seat. For Baekhyun, his fingers were what he owned his money with. And you felt it, in his firm strokes and soft taps against your clit. “Baek.” You moaned, reaching out for him, clawing your nails over his shoulder.

He chuckled. “You’d do with only my hands for the rest of your life, wouldn’t you?”

Could you even tell him no? Another moan escaped your lips as you tried to answer him. He’d set out to take you to dinner, but you’d never made it. There was nothing innocent in the way his hand had skimming your thighs under the dress that he’d bought for you. Embroidered with real crystals and made of the finest silk. He’d set out to show you off, to government officials and his fellow musicians at one of the biggest events of the year. But now he was just showing off to you, as per usual.

You keened again, as his fingers slowly moved inside of you. With a hand you reached for him, trying to pull him closer.

“Use your words Dolce.” He mused, light smirk playing on his lips as he whispered his little nickname for you. His hair colour reminded you of Dulce the Leche, a soft caramel flavour that you loved.

“Want you.” You mumbled, closing your eyes in sheer pleasure. “Please.”

He chuckled. “But you have me already.”

Your body rocked as he pinched you lightly, your mouth falling open. He was always one to drag everything out as long as possible. Every single one of your interactions were inspirations to hime. Goodmornings under his silk sheets, hot nights spent in his piano room when he got frustrated with the large instrument, or passionate spur of the moment things like this. Sex, in the back of his car.

“Baek.” You whined, not one to easily give him what he wanted when it came to words. Everything he did to you, ever push and pull inside of you, every little touch, pinch, flick, was more than enough to make you feel like heaven, but not enough to send you into ecstasy. He knew that.

He scolded you, with a familiar glean in his eyes, before he came back over you, chest brushing yours. Your hands ran through his hand, and up his side. Baekhyun kissed you, lips enveloping yours, tongues dancing to a melody he was creating in his mind. He slowly pushed inside of you, rocking his body against yours softly, savouring every moment he got like this.

Like always, he created the perfect tempo, with dips and spikes that made you see stars. How long you’d been here, you didn’t know, but everything felt good. Until it felt too good and your body stilled and shivered beneath him in a silent crescendo. He followed you, face buried in your neck, fingers bruising your hips.

An hour later you arrived at the venue, 2 hours too late but just in time for his performance. His friends had looked at him with curious eyes, and looked at you with judgements. He’d briefly introduced you to some, before he left you alone with Chanyeol’s wife to take place behind his piano. Chanyeol was his manager, his wife was 2 years older than you, you got along well. She knew her way around the world of riches and music, like her husband.

Baekhyun started playing, creating a pattern of goosebumps on your skin in a way that only he could. From behind the glossy black grand piano he looked at you with a loving smiles. His eyes closed, deft fingers dancing over ivory keys in a way you’d never heard. This composition was new, it was slow, painfully so, making you want more. You wanted the speed, a firmer touch of the keys. But he wouldn’t give it.

This was inspired by what had happened, in the car. You helped him create the most beautiful melodies like these, because he loved you. Because you made him love you. Why? Because he’d made a deal with your employer, the devil.

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Corn Maze Fun

On a cool, crisp afternoon in the compound, I sat in my room with one of my best friends, Carol Danvers. We were talking about going out for dinner when Tony popped his head inside the open doorway.

"Family meeting, five minutes. Oh and Arabella, Strange is in attendance," he alerted us.

"Really? You call a family meeting and invite Stephen? Not much of a family meeting is it? Did Thor invite Loki?" I joked, earning a frown from him.

"I can't get over the fact that you're on a first name basis with the wizard,"

"I'll take your answer as a yes. Stephen isn't too bad. He's nice to me anyway,"

"Oh, come on. You do realize the guy can be an asshole sometimes right?"

"There once was a time when you acted the same way. Give him some time. I'm positive he'll come around one day," I said.

"We'll be down in a minute. I need to discuss something with Arabella real quick," Carol interrupted us before we got into a nasty argument. Tony opened his mouth to make another statement but something about Carol's expression made him close it and disappear from sight. Once Tony was out of earshot, she turned her attention on me.

"What?" I questioned.

"We've got to talk about this crush of yours," she stated, making me cringe.

"I don't have a crush on Stephen. Everyone thinks I do but-,"

"Why are you crushing on Thor? Have you seen him lately?" Carol blurted out, a disapproving expression scrawled over her features. I narrowed my eyes at her, anger flaring up inside.

"You disapprove of it because why? Because he's chubby? You know looks have never mattered to me right? Besides he's adorable. I love Viking Thor," I snapped.

"Ara, I love you but surely there are better options than him. Even Strange would be a significant improvement. And you look cute when you're around-,"

"We're late to the meeting," I stated, cutting her off. I got off the bed and walked out into the hallway. Carol let out an exasperated sigh, giving up at the idea of convincing me I was nuts to like Thor. Sure, he had let himself go, but he hadn't changed much in personality. In fact he'd gotten funnier, more relaxed than before. We descended the steps to the lounge and I gracefully glided over to Stephen, who was sitting on one of the couches; I placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. He chuckled and stood to give me a quick hug. I returned it, releasing him a moment later and made my way to approach Thor. He truly became my favorite person in the world.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked him, gesturing to his lap. I noticed Loki rolling his eyes and shot him a wink, waiting on Thor to answer me.

"I don't mind at all. Come, sit. Drink," he replied, holding up a beer stein filled to the brim with a bright golden ale; as tempting as it looked, I knew better. Asgardian ale took its toll on me and I no longer could tolerate its taste; it made me sick and I woke with the worst hangover I've had in my lifetime.

"No thanks. I'll take my seat though," I said, lowering myself onto his spread legs, throwing my own over the armrest, careful not to spill his beer. My back pressed into his arm and our attention turned onto Tony when he began the meeting.

"We've been invited to attend a corn maze tomorrow morning at 11 by Horror Candies, an organization that specializes in fall activities not limited to just horror shows. It sounds fun but it's adult-themed meaning alcohol will be served. We're to go in groups of five and I've assigned everyone to a specific one and in what order we go in," he announced. How intriguing. Perfect for fall though, I thought. I watched as some in the room frowned, others grinned, deeming it easy.

"There are rules. No magic, no powers or mischief," Tony continued, looking directly at Loki with utterance of the last rule. I stifled a laugh watching Loki feign surprise at the mention of it.

"Wonderful! A grand idea indeed!" Thor boomed, a ginormous grin plastered on his face.

"Drinks are served at the end of the maze. There is to be no drinking during or before the event. They're afraid of disorderly conduct of the people attending. Plus, they don't want to be liable for any accidents or injuries," Steve explained, reading from a piece of paper, my guess being the invitation for the event. Thor's smile faded from his lips, forming into somewhat of a pout.

"Don't look so glum. It'll be fun," I told him.

"Yeah, anything to get out of the compound for a few hours. At least it's not a mission this time," Natasha agreed.

"How many people to a group?" Stephen asked, making Tony continue the discussion.

"Five. I've invited a few others. They're planning on meeting us there. The groups are as follows. First group, Rhodey, Wanda, Vision, Clint and me. Second group, Thor, Lang, Sam, Strange and Bruce. Third group, Danvers, my lovely Pepper, Hope Van Dyne, Hill and Arabella. Last group, Barnes, T'Challa, Reindeer Games, Nat and Cap," he told us.

"Weird combinations of people," I commented.

"Eh, different people with a unique set of skills between them," Carol commented, shrugging her shoulders.

"Right. We'll meet down here at 7 a.m. and fly out to Roanoke, Virginia. We'll meet the rest of the crew there. Group up, do the maze and have a celebration after," Steve informed us. Most of us groaned, Thor and I included. We weren't early morning people but at least we'd get some reward out of it. Dispersing after being dismissed, Carol and I, joined by Stephen went out to grab dinner at a local sushi restaurant, washing it down with beer and returned home where I spent most of the evening playing on my phone and watching YouTube videos.

The Next Morning

My alarm blared at exactly 6 a.m. waking me from my deep sleep. I set it exceedingly early in order to take a shower and still have enough time to get dressed to meet everyone downstairs. I yelped at the cold water, it being necessary to help wake me up fully and be alert should I need to concentrate later. Cleaning rather quickly, I got out, checking the temperature in Roanoke. I dressed accordingly, putting on an outfit I didn't mind getting dirty. I exited my room, first grabbing a novel and stuffing my earbuds in my pocket for the two hour flight. I met my friends downstairs, Steve, Nat, Carol, and Tony having got up earlier than I did. Damn the 5 a.m. people. As more people filed in, Stephen arriving by portal, we started discussing the itinerary of the day's event. Scott, Hope, and T'Challa were expected to arrive a few minutes after us, followed by Hill who had demanded to travel alone. We were meeting the hosts, Sally and Jack, and have picture then we could do the maze, which only lasted an hour supposedly; each group would go in half an hour after each other.

"Ara, go get your boyfriend," Natasha told me when Thor still hadn't come down at the meeting time.

"He's not my boyfriend," I commented, heat spreading across my face.

"Not yet. Just go get him will you? We're running behind," Carol stated. The heat grew hotter and I ran down the hallway to the room at the end of the hall. I knocked and called out his name, receiving no answer. Twisting the door knob, I discovered it unlocked and let myself in.

"Thor? Are you ready? We've got...Oh my god! T-Thor! Put some clothes on!" I stated, abruptly shielding my eyes when I slammed into him and his nude body. A new heat flushed my cheeks and I turned, averting my eyesight to the plush, carpeted floor.

"Arabella! Sorry! I didn't hear you knock," he said.

"J-Just put something on and let's go. Preferably something with pants," I told him, ashamed of glancing back at him. I heard a ruffle of clothes and felt the tap of his hand against my shoulder when he was decent. We walked  out of his room and I hoped embarrassment at what I encountered had faded from my face as we entered the lounge.

"Finally! Time to go," Tony exclaimed. I caught the concerned looks of Carol and Stephen, both mouthing the words 'Are you okay?' my way. I nodded and caught up with Carol linking arms.

"You sure?" she whispered, her breath soft as a feather brushing against my skin.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I whispered back. We made it to the airport and climbed aboard, Loki and I both making tea, settling into our books for the flight. Halfway through Thor, approached me and took the empty seat next to me.

"I am sorry for what occurred earlier. You weren't meant to see me in that way," he apologized. My face burned in embarrassment and shame.

"Don't worry about it. I should've been more forceful with my knock,"

"Ara.."

"I don't want to talk about it. Please, Thor. Drop it,"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I-,"

"I'm not embarrassed. Can you drop it and leave me alone," I snapped and looked at him. Instant regret flooded my mind at his expression.

"I am sorry. Truly. I know you must find me repulsive. I'll leave you to your novel," he commented, hurt clouding his blue eyes. He got up and returned to his prior seat up front beside Bruce. Nice, Arabella. You hurt his feelings, I thought.  I attempted to resume my book but his words lingered in my head for the rest of the flight and I made a note to apologize later.

Corn Maze

Since we got a late start, we arrived after the others and had a quick introduction with the hosts. We took the picture and then grouped off, Rhodey's team entering first. The area where we at was gorgeous. They had a tent beginning to be set up where drinks and food would be served. Music blared from speakers all around the maze giving it a party-like atmosphere. The maze itself was huge and reminded me of the one in Goblet of Fire except with corn and less creepy. While waiting on our turn, I tried to talk to Thor, to apologize for my outburst on the plane.

"Thor? Listen I-,"

"Look, it's my turn. Hope you have fun," he cut me off, following the rest of his group into the maze.

"Dammit," I mumbled. When it came time for my group, Carol took her place on my left, Hope on my right.

"Having a lover's spat?" Carol asked as we turned a corner and kept going along the path.

"We are not dating. I doubt we ever will. Especially since I snapped at him on the plane,"

"Yeah, I heard. What did he do? Flatten you?"

"Stop making fun of his weight. He...ranintomenaked," I answered, saying the last part quickly.

"What?" Hope asked.

"He ran into me naked. I knocked but he didn't answer. Naturally, I went in and he was in the midst of getting dressed. We collided into each other. He happened to be nude as we did so," I ground out, my face on fire. The girls around me busted out laughing.

"Shut up..." I grumbled.

"This way. So, you were embarrassed. How big was it?" Pepper stated, trying to refrain from laughing again. My skin felt so hot, I thought I'd combust.

"I...didn't notice. I turned around too fast to really see,"

"What I don't understand it...well, why do you like Thor so much? I mean he really let himself go," Maria commented.

"Give him a break. He's been through a lot. He lost his parents, Jane dumped him and then he thought Loki died for real again and half of his people abandoned him. Besides, he's very sweet and down-to-earth, you know. He's still Thor but chubbier," I answered, pulling them around another turn.

"Hey! I think I'm lost!" Thor's loud voice echoed through the maze.

"It doesn't bother you?" Hope questioned. I shook my head and soon we were out of the maze.

"Didn't he go with Strange and Bruce? Shouldn't they have...hey, there they are," Carol noted, gesturing over to the other groups that went in before us.

"Thor's not with them," I stated.

"Guys! Where did everyone go?" Thor yelled from inside the maze.

"What happened? Wasn't he with you?" I asked, concern growing in my mind.

"Yeah, but he took a left when he should have gone straight. He kept walking ahead of us. We tried getting him to come back but he seemed distracted," Bruce answered.

"Fuck! So, he's really lost then?" I said. I started pacing, worried my outburst might have messed him up. The last group joined us and they walked over to the tent with the bar that got set up when we arrived.

"Are you coming?" Stephen asked me. I shook my head, worried about Thor.

"He's going to be okay. He'll find his way out. There's probably more exits," Stephen attempted to reassure me, rubbing my shoulders in a comforting motion.

"You don't understand. I snapped at him on the plane. Told him to leave me alone. He thought I found him repulsive," I told him, my voice quaking with a mixture of fear, concern and, more importantly, guilt.

"Hello? I'm lost. Guys, I'm really starting to panic here," Thor called out again.

"Arabella! Strange! Grab a drink. What's wrong?" Tony said, walking over to us followed by Carol, Steve, Bucky and Maria.

"She's worried that she made Thor sad. She said she snapped at him earlier. Maybe somehow convinced him she didn't like him," Carol commented. I shot her a glare and looked to the sky. The sun began to set, the day getting darker by the minute.

"Help! I can't find my way out!" Thor's voice boomed over the loud music, over the crowd of people partying.

"Why doesn't he just fly out?" Tony asked.

"No flying remember. He didn't bring the hammer or Stormbreaker either to try to stick to the rules," I stated, leaving Stephen's grasp to walk into the maze so I could find Thor.

"Wait! Arabella! You can't go in there alone. We don't even know which path he took and we can't have two Avengers lost in the maze. Look..." Steve protested, releasing a huge sigh. "I brought the hammer. So just ask him to call out for it," he stated.

"Fly out, you idiot!" Tony yelled.

"I can't! It's against the rules!" Thor shouted.

"Screw the rules! You're lost! Call out for the hammer! Fly out!" Tony shouted back, facepalming himself.

"Oh, right!" A few moments of silence filled the air despite the music blaring from the speakers around us and the people talking nearby and then the silver hammer lifted and flew into the maze. Rows of corn splintered, creating a path, disappearing deep into the maze. We watched as Thor rose above the stalks, hovering high for a few seconds before being lowered, his feet brushing the top of the corn husks. Most of us struggled not to laugh, failing as he continued flying towards us, his feet still brushing the top of the husks; his weight evidently a factor of this. He landed before the group, blue eyes twinkling, cheeks flushed red from the cool temperature and the flight back to us.

"Good job big guy. Go grab yourself a drink," Carol told him, patting his shoulder.

"Yes. I must celebrate this glorious night," He walked past us, not even glancing my way; it hurt me and I tried not let anyone see the tears springing to my eyes.

"See, he's fine. You need to get a drink yourself. Relax, have fun," Stephen told me. I nodded and headed into the direction of the bar, waiting on the bartender to come to me.

"What will it be sweetheart?" she asked me, when it came to be my turn.

"She'll take a bloody Mary, extra spicy," Thor's voice ordered before I had a chance to open my mouth. He walked up beside me, beer in hand.

"Coming right up," the bartender said, walking away to mix it up.

"You know me too well," I told him, leaning forward on the bar counter as he leaned his back on it.

"All those years and you've never noticed how much I've liked you," he confessed.

"What about Jane? Surely, you must've liked her if you dated her,"

"Jane is different. She's smart and beautiful in her own way. She's nothing compared to you. I thought that after we broke up, you might consider...but then my father died and then Asgard burned, more chaos happening shortly after that. It really messed up my mind," he told me, looking out at our friends who were talking among each other.

"Then that," I gestured to his stomach. "Happened. I guess we've both been through a lot," I commented, getting my drink and proceeding to thank the bartender.

"Repulsive, I know. You made that clear this morning," he mumbled.

"No. I don't find you repulsive at all. You're still you. That's what matters most. I'm sorry I snapped at you. You were right. I was embarrassed from walking in on you," I stated, toying with my straw. He set down his mug as he turned his body to face me. Our eyes locked and his lips were on mine before I even registered his movements. His hands came to cup the back of my skull, my own reaching up to keep them there. The kiss was soft and gentle; sweet like maple syrup, even though he had been drinking beer. His thick beard scratched my skin, tickling my lips when we took a breath only to go back in for one more. I pressed closer, my fingers crawling to latch in his long Viking style hair, his arms wrapped around my waist, gripping the fabric of my hoodie. We broke apart, foreheads touching, breathing hard.

"So does this mean you accept my apology?" I asked. He chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of my head, pulling my body into his side and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Yes and much more. It confirms you like me as much as I like you. Let's go join our friends. I'm sure they'd enjoy our company," he replied. We walked down, hugging each other much to the surprise of our friends. Carol gave me a thumbs up and we continued celebrating until it was time to return home.

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Velvet Burgundy

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #1

AU: see warnings Genre: Smut-ish Pairing: Jongdae x Reader Wordcount: 940 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: Smutty things, not mentioning anything to not spoil anything but i don't think there's anything triggering, i'm just hiding the au. Read at own risk!  A/N: This is the shortest thing I've ever written. Shoutout to the amazing @sootemptation (prev. paark-haaraa) for pre-reading this and helping me pick the title. And honourable mention to my babe @oh-beyond have a little of this, I think (hope) you'll like it.

 You walked back into the room, wide sweater slipping of one shoulder as the dimmed red lighting reflected on your pale skin. It was warm inside, the smell familiar to you, soft and flowery, but a little spicy. Your eyes followed the lines of the black velvet couch that was placed along the wall, finding his slim figure waiting for you. His head thrown back, hair disheveled, the beautiful lines of his throat exposed. The blue of his veins stood out against his ever so pale complexion. 

He didn't seem to notice your presence, or chose to ignore it, while taking a deep drag of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke into the air above him. Even from the door, the way his eyelashes fluttered over his skin was clear. "I missed you." he whispered, voice raspy with need. Need for you.

Your skin tingled at the sound of it, spreading a delightfully warm fire in the pit of your stomach. He opened one eye, letting his head fall to the side. He drank you in, eyes scanning over your body. You wanted to close your eyes, feel him even from this distance. There was a longing in you, that drew you closer, step by step until he could reach out for you.  His soft skinned fingers immediately searched place under your sweater and onto your bare skin. The way his fingers only lightly ghosted you, before gripping firmly and guiding you closer. There had always been something about his scent that you'd loved, like burnt caramel and smoke, bitterness that used to be sweet. You inhaled him, as you parted your legs over his, sitting down in his lap.  "No lace today?" he mused, light smile playing on his lips. His fingers drew slight circles, as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You felt the anticipation crawl over your skin, sinking and rising like his chest did with every breath.  You chuckled at his comment, light and airy. "You know my work hours are just over. Yet, here you are."  When he'd taken the last drag of his cigarette, he crushed it against the glass tray on the side, gliding his now free hand up your leg. "You're done with work, yet you came for me." he whispered, tongue darting out to lick his lips.  You smiled, closing your eyes and just feeling him. "Why are you here?" There came no answer from him, he spread his hands out over your lower back. Being with him was different every time. Today was agonisingly slow, but there was playfulness in his smile, a childish shimmer in his eyes.  He always reminded you of a young boy, but the seal around his throat told you otherwise.  "I already told you." he shifted you a little closer, sitting up, and you felt his warmth. In the tacky red lighting his face carved out deeper than it was, making his cheeks seem hollow, his eyes sunken. "I missed you." His hands pushed you towards him, arching your back to your breasts lightly brushed against his chest. "I've never seen you wear clothes like this?" With a little grin that was familiar to you, like everything about him was, he looked at your beige knitted sweater. "Or this colour. I like it."  It's true, you normally wore lace, or leather, when you were with him. For him, seeing you in a sweater and jeans was completely new, and somehow it made you feel vulnerable. Which was odd since you were more dressed than you had ever been with him. "You're aware I can't provide for you outside of work hours, right?" He hummed, pressing you ever closer and dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Only then, you touched him, bracing one hand on a strong shoulder, the other cradling the back of his head. His black hair was soft, velvety, and the waves slipped through your fingers seamlessly. You shivered, not daring to suppress it, as the tip of his tongue darted out ever so slightly to taste your skin.  "Jongdae." you whispered, warning him with a slight tug to his hair.  "God." he breathed. "I'll pay your boss." His energy changed and you felt it electrify your skin. There was a deep growl from his chest, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. He leant you back, slipping your sweater over your head and throwing it across the room. His maroon eyes seemed almost burgundy as they landed on your bare chest. "I definitely like this more." Briefly, he halted, taking his time to brush his thumb over your nipple, watching it harden. "A lot more." He bent you back further, and you held onto his shoulders, comfortably pressing the apex of your thighs to his hips. You noticed then, that he was hard, painfully so. Not that he gave you much time to acknowledge that before he leant down and licked a broad stripe up your skin. Starting in the valley between your breast and going up one side of your neck.  Then he stopped his breath hot and heavy, lips parted. You felt them lightly, scraping your skin, familiar but yet still exciting. But he'd never take you without your consent, not once had he been that overbearing. Today however, you wondered if he would. You craved it though, he'd made you crave for it. So you slid your fingers back into his hair and tilted your head, baring your throat to him. "Please." you whimpered.  He groaned at the sound of you begging for him. Then he sank his teeth deep into your skin. 

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Broken Ivory

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #4

AU: Angel!Au Genre: Angst-ish Pairing: vague Taehyung x Reader Wordcount: 1083 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: mentioned of loosing parents, being broke etc. A/N: hmmmmm okay i like this one, you know the drill, if you want more, comment, like, reblog ;) 

Taehyung’s pov

You’d always been able to feel him, how he wasn’t sure. But there was something about the way you looked at the big leather chair he was currently perched on that made him feel like you saw every inch of him. His wings were folded behind him, cushioning him softly as he sighed. You were drawing, pencil moving along the sketchbook that was perched in your lap. He studied the way your hand moved, how your tongue peeked out between your lips as you concentrated.

Before you, Taehyung had protected many humans, but he’d never felt this much of a connection. As a guardian angel, he’d been appointed to you a few years too early, after you parents passed away and left you all alone. You’d been scared, lonely, hopeless, in everything you did. He understood, you were merely 13, not ready to face the world on your own yet, you were still a child. So he took care of you in every which way his contract allowed him.

He watched you pass from foster home to foster home for years until you turned 18. Never did you find a home, a place to be safe and happy. For a moment he thought you’d never be okay after what happened, until you started talking to him. You were a kid, with a mind full of fantasies that lived with you every step you went. One night, you’d sat crying in your room, clutching the small stuffed bunny that you took everywhere you went to your chest. You’d thanked him, for looking out for you, and he’d stared at you wide-eyed until you fell asleep.

Everyone had a guardian angel, and some believed this fact while others didn’t. And some, like you, had a stronger connection with theirs. Every night, you sat down on your bed and talked to him, about your day, the people you’d met, how you missed your parents. It started out small, but it turned bigger, and you started to treat him as a friend.

Taehyung knew it wasn’t right, he wasn’t allowed to get attached to you in any shape or form, but he did. You treated him like a human, like a friend, like he was real and worth your time.

Now, he looked at you, your skin pale and hair dry and tangled on top of your head. You hadn’t eaten yet, since your thermostat broke last week and you’d had to pay the bill to get it fixed. There wasn’t much you could do, working a small job at a restaurant and trying to juggle paying the bills while studying for your culinary degree.

“I’m hungry.” You mumbled, putting your sketch book down and moving into the kitchen. “I should buy something to eat at least. I’ll be back V.” You called, using the nickname you’d given him, as if he was going to be waiting for you. Little did you know, that he’d follow you down the street, and into the supermarket. Watching your every move to ensure your safety.

When you were waiting for the traffic light, something caught his eye, on the other side of the road. A figure, clad in black, hood pulled over his head. He noticed, the figure had no shadow, because he was a shadow. Taehyung gasped, as the figure looked up a smiled. “Yoongi.” A man he’d encountered before, a shadow, also known as death angel. As a guardian angel he was at lower in ranks than shadows, and he couldn’t interfere with them.

But he saw him, looking at you, then looking at Taehyung with dark, glimmering eyes. No, this couldn’t be, he was here for you? Taehyung looked at you, how you were staring at your phone, waiting for the light to turn green.

No, he couldn’t, it wasn’t your time yet. You weren’t supposed to die this young, nobody had notified him. He stared at you, heart racing, panic flooding his senses. Yoongi pulled an object from his pocket, he recognised it as an hourglass. He held it up between slim fingers, looking at Taehyung, before he flipped it. The seconds counting down, till your death.

Taehyung’s thought was interrupted by the stoplight turning green, and you put your phone in your pocket and moved. Towards Yoongi.

He wanted to scream, but any sound he’d make would never reach your ears. So he ran, past the car that was about to hit you in 30 seconds. He ran, sprinted, wings retracted tightly. He reached Yoongi, who tried to flee from him, escaped his grasp, but Taehyung was older, faster, stronger. His hand clasped over the shadow’s wrist, taking the hourglass from him and crushing it in his palm.  

Time slowed down, and he turned around right after Yoongi disappeared into thing air. He found you in the middle of the road on your knees, a car mere inches from your body. It had stopped, right before it could hit you. You were safe, alive, but he wasn’t. He’d just breached the rules he must abide by, and he knew the punishment that would come for him.

He felt the hands on his wings, pulling him back into heaven with no mercy.

Three months, it took him three months to find his way back to you. His back ached, burned, bled for weeks after they’d stripped him of his wings. Interfering with what is faith, was one of the highest crimes that could be committed. When he'd fallen he wasn't wearing more than a thing white shirt and jeans, it was cold outside.

He found the city you lived in, the street you took to work, your building, and then your apartment. There were glimmers of his powers left in him, and he passed guardian’s and shadows everywhere, that scolded him with foul looks.

Taehyung knocked on your door, knowing he wasn’t supposed to contact you. But he did it anyways. He needed to see you, he needed to know there was someone else taking care of you. That you weren’t alone, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew you were all alone again.

The door opened, and he saw you, cheeks flushed and looking…healthier? You looked at him, for the first time in 10 years you actually looked at him, and it was the best feeling in the world. Your lips parted, and you frowned. But what you said next, made his heart sink. “Can I help you?”

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Tattered Ebony Prologue

Masterpost Halloween Drabble #6 | Part 1 ->

Au: Supernatural!Au Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader Wordcount: 1150 Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness.  A/N: This seems a bit cracky? But just roll with it the reader is done af. I hope you guys like it. A nod to my fav Yoongi stans @xiubaek13 and @yixings10 (especially the last one cuz she my advisor and helped me create this story!)

It was the dreaded night of halloween, and as per usual you didn’t want to be home. Not that you were home a lot lately anyway. Your daily life existed of 4 basic activities. Working on school was one, because you were too tired to actually go between taking care of your brother and going to your job 4 days a week. And then you drank, a lot, at the bar. Only whenever Jungkook’s friends were over to take care of him, because leaving your brother alone at night was a set up for a whole lot of disaster.

You passed a bunch of kids dressed up on the streets, before you entered the bar and took place in your usual spot.

Jungkook was, troubled so to speak, you weren’t sure how to call it as you ordered a red wine from the bartender. You briefly noticed he was wearing black lenses, funny.

Your brother’s nights, and sometimes days, were tormented with nightmares that woke him up screaming, anxiousness that seemed to be originating from something he was sure he was seeing but you couldn’t, and something that was probably depression. No therapist or medication could help him, and he refused to see a doctor.

Really, you loved Jungkook, and he was the most important person in your life. But you’re 22, and you just didn’t have the breath to take care of yourself and him constantly. He’s been taking away your sleep along with his own for way too long, so that you’d resorted to sleeping pills and just…drinking. You weren’t an alcoholic, really not, but it took the edge of.

Everything started about 2 years ago, when Jungkook became really close to a friend of his then that worked at the same restaurant, Yoongi. Short, lanky boy, stupid gummy smile and bleach blonde hair. Did you hate Yoongi? Definitely, yes. Did you also have a crush on him before he wrecked Jungkook’s life? Sadly, yes.

He was hot, no doubt about it, dressed too casual to be casual, and held himself with a slight air of arrogance that you found appealing. And since he was around you and your brother’s apartment a lot, seeing him for days on end that included him just out of bed with a groggy voice and no shirt on didn’t do your crush any good. So you spent most nights at Taehyung’s place to get over your stupid crush and just avoid him at all.

Then…he changed. You weren’t sure what had happened, it was a few days after halloween when Jungkook, his friend Jimin, Yoongi your best friend Taehyung, and you, whipped out a ouija board from an online store for shits and giggles. Nothing really happened, everyone went home safe and sound and dreamt of sheep. And before you knew it, 3 nights later you found Yoongi on your fucking doorstep with bloodshot eyes, shaking like madwork, looking like he was on some kind of drug.

Did he smoke? Yes. Did he smoke weed? Most likely. But this? You weren’t sure what it was. At first you thought it had been a joke, that he’d been playing with you. But the longer it held on, the more nights he came over, the more nightmares he had, and the more Jungkook tried to take care of him. He seemed to not sleep, and whatever drug he’d been on didn’t seem to do his body any good either. The boy was skin over bone and you’d tried to convince your brother to kick him out but it was no use. Whatever had Yoongi addicted, Jungkook couldn’t care what a bad influence he was, he was his friend. 

By then you were angry enough with him, for being such a bad influence. And then he left. Out of nowhere, you went to sleep and woke up one day and he was nowhere to be found. Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin looked for him for over a week. But he was gone.

Jungkook…you weren’t sure what he’d done to him, but after Yoongi left he hasn’t been the same. He’d been sick, and all things that came with it. At first you thought he was upset, but it didn’t go down. And now he seemed to be doing somewhat better, nightmares way less frequent, anxiousness less, but still present. You still believed sometimes, he was on some sort of drug, but he always denied it.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair and finishing your 4th glass of wine. You were definitely tipsy, and you were glad. Everything was on edge and you just wanted to disappear right now.

Your phone lit up, and you briefly saw Taehyung’s name before flipping it over and ignoring it. You looked around the musky old place, finding some drunk teens dressed at whatever, and a few old guys watching football on a screen.

Then, your eyes caught onto someone familiar. Bleach blonde hair, pale skin, tattered black hoodie and a whiskey between his fingers. Yoongi.

You stared, blatantly so, at his form on the other side of the room. Then, with the alcohol spurring you on, you found yourself standing up and walking over to him, taking place on the empty stool.

He looked at you with wide eyes, almost as if he expected you to not see him.

“Why are you here?” you asked, not really looking at him, but at his glass.

He sighed. “Do you care?” He threw back the whiskey in one go. 

“I’m too intoxicated to pretend not to care,” you held your hand up for another drink.

Yoongi almost chuckled, but it was dry and choked off. “You’re mad at me.”

“I definitely am. You left my little brother to rot after he’d taken care of your drug addict ass.” You grumbled, not coming over as angry as you’d like.

He was silent for a bit, as you took a sip of your wine and swirled it around your mouth.

“He’s not been okay since you disappeared and even though I hate you, and I’m furious at you, I want you to come back home.”

“I can’t come back home y/n.” He said, voice flat and apathetic.

You scoffed. “You get my little brother addicted to some drug that has taken every little life force out of his body, that he’s still recovering from it after 2 years, and you pretend you can’t come back home?” you were raising your voice, not caring if people heard. “The least you can do is apologise for leaving him. He looked up to you, he cared for you when you were sick, and this is how you repay him?! You pathetic piece of sh-”

Before you could really go off on him, he grabbed your wrist. “Listen.” He hissed, looking around. “It’s not because of a drug, that he’s like that. I did that to him, I broke him. I fed on his soul and took away his happiness.”

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Burdened Indigo

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #5

AU: Fey!Au Genre: Future Angst / Violence / Smut Pairing: Minseok x Reader, Yixing x Reader, ???? x Reader Wordcount: 1025 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: nothing..... A/N: This is an idea i've worked on a while ago and i think i talked about it with @messyscriptorium but i'm not sure sorry if I tagged you wrong. Give it love guys <3 my second Yixing works. 

You were awoken by a melody yet unfamiliar to you, Minseok stirring against you and pulling you back against his naked chest. He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck as you listened to the bow move against the strings of the violin. The tune kept you awake, as it swayed in the dark night. It sounded deep, and hollow, and lonely. It’s been so long since you’d heard him play this late at night, or heard him play at all.

“You want to go?” Minseok asked.

You sighed deeply, you hadn’t actually seen Yixing in weeks, too busy with training the new recruits. “He sounds lonely.”

“He does.” Your partner answered, disentangling his legs with yours. “Go.” He said, letting go of your body. You hovered for a bit, waiting and listening a little more. The music moved you, taking you out of the bed and into simple clothes that’d protect you from the cold night. You looked at Minseok before leaving, catching him smile in the dark of the hut.

You went outside, crossing the simple wooden bridge to the large tree that held Yixing’s large home. A home fit for an Exalt, you thought, as you listened to his song. The whole city could hear it, up in the trees, and down below. They took pride in the music their Exalt made, claiming it to be the most beautiful and moving sound ever. And it was, really, you’d never heard anyone play the violin like he had. With so much emotion and personality, the instrument was an extension of his soul. It was at home on his shoulder, and his fingers knew the paths of the strings like the roads of the forests he’s walked many times.

His room was big, bed large with the softest fur overlay. You watched him, standing by the open window that showed you the perfect crescent moon which lit up his distinct features. His eyes were closed, his black hair messily pushed back from today’s occasions. Deft fingers dance across the neck of the instrument, as his other hand pushes and pulled the sounds from the strings in manners that seemed natural and unpracticed.

Then he stopped, and opened his eyes to look at you. His gaze roamed over you, and he smiled sweetly, dark blue eyes seemingly black in the night. “Did I wake you up?” he asked, putting down the instrument on the chair.

You shook your head. “Don’t stop on my account.”

He walked over to you, reaching out to touch your hair. “Your hair has gotten much longer.” You noticed he was still wearing his official attire, the dark purple silk embroidered with rhinestones of all colours, the buttons undone to reveal pale, unscarred skin.

“Who’d you see today?” you asked, as he played with the ends of your hair.

He sighed, and you immediately knew the answer. “Baekhyun’s officials, they called for me a week ago.” Yixing, as ruler of the Dorcha Fey, also known as the dark ones, had important correspondences with the neighbouring nation. The nation of the Solas Fey was ruled by Baekhyun’s parents, king and queen of the light ones. There has been an eternal fued between both nations, fuelled by events from the past that created misconceptions and prejudices against both. Yixing has been trying his utmost best to create peace for both, to no avail. Baekhyun was always out for blood, for land, for sovereignty. He’d do anything to impress his father and grant him the sacred land you lived on that his nation’s been after for centuries.

Baekhyun’s father was the one who murdered Yixing’s parents, but your mom and Minseok’s father the ones who lead the army that pushed their forces far enough back to maintain rule over the land. Yixing was merely a kid then, and his father’s closest brother took over the place of Exalt until Yixing was of age. Until then, he’d lived with your family and Minseok’s, he was almost a brother to you.

Now, it sometimes felt like history might repeat, as you were appointed to Yixing’s personal guard alongside Minseok when your friend was announced king. Baekhyun was out for him, and you and your partner had killed many of his assassin’s, but nobody would ever get past you. Both of you would protect Yixing with your life, even if he’d never ask it of you.

“You’re lost in thought?” he said, bringing you back, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I’m tired.”

He nodded, moving back towards the window. “You’ve been training new soldiers for weeks now, while Minseok has been with me alongside Luhan and Jongdae. You need to rest well.”

“It’s my duty to ensure that all protection that serves you and our nation is of the best skill. It doesn’t do to have half ready young men and women at the front lines to protect our borders.” You said, ending your sentence with a yawn.

Yixing smiled at you, picking up his beloved violin. It was Minseok’s mother that had taught him to play, that had spent her nights with him playing old folk songs and love stories. You had followed in your mother’s footsteps, like Minseok has in his father’s, who had been each other’s Cèile, just like you and Minseok were now. Cèile was a term used for soldiers that worked together for the rest of their service, you pick your Cèile halfway through your training. You and Minseok had picked each other when you were kids.

“Baekhyun’s coming here tomorrow.” Yixing suddenly spoke, and your eyes grew wide.

“How can you let that animal into our lands?!” you almost raised your voice at him. “Do you have any idea how dangerous he can be? He’ll bring assassins, soldiers, anything that he can to take you down.” Yixing wasn’t only your king, he was also your closest friend, your brother. Him and Minseok were your world, and you couldn’t understand how he was being so stupid.

Yixing sighed, and the look he gave you scared you in a way he had never before. “He’s not coming for me, he’s coming for you.”

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Lost Azure

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #2

AU: yet unknown ;) Genre: Angst / Violence Pairing: Jimin x Reader Wordcount: 1073 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: Angst, loosing someone, violence, blood  A/N: This is my first ever bts thin I’ve written. Not counting Engraved and my yet unpublished bts halloween fic Atonement. This is just me writing out the first parts of ideas i’ve had into short drabbles :3

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Hoseok’s worried voice sounded on the other end of the line as you walked down the stairs towards the trash room of your building. He was always looking out for you, especially for the last few months. Without him, you wouldn’t have known what to do. “You haven’t been alone ever since he left.”

He wasn’t wrong, he knew you like the back of his hand. Your boyfriend Jimin had disappeared of the face of the earth 3 months ago. Jimin, with his clear, azure blue eyes and soft blonde hair, with his beautiful bright smile that could light up any room. To you, he had seemed like a raging waterfall at first, wild and untamed, by the way he’d held himself and wore the sunglasses on the tip of his nose. Then he’d seen you, sitting in the corner of the library, and had lowered them to smile at you with the most unique eyes you’d ever seen. No, he wasn’t wild, he was calm, like the steady stream of the river. He was just what you had needed to ground you. 

Then he disappeared. 

3 months ago, he’d kissed you goodbye and gotten into his car. There was no text saying he was home, there was no call to say goodnight, there was nothing. His number was deactivated, his apartment empty, his car left in the parking lot. Jimin’s parents had never liked you, but they’d worried just like you when their son was nowhere to be found. The police sought for him for weeks, through the city, and the forests on the outskirts. There were constant pictures of him on the news, but there was never a reaction. 

If it wasn’t for the pictures on your phone and his scarf on your coat hanger it was almost as if he had never existed. You didn’t speak to his parents anymore, his friends you’d never met. His number was still in your phone, a painful reminder of what had been. Of what will never be. The police said he was most likely dead, murdered, left in a ditch somewhere. Their words had left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth in the form of the bile that had risen in your throat when you heard it. They couldn’t keep looking for him. 

“Teddie?” Hoseok asked, pulling you out of your train of thoughts. Teddie was his nickname for you, that stemmed from way back in your childhood. 

You always called him Hobi. “Yeah?”

“I’m one call away.” 

“I know Hobi, thank you.” 

“I’ll get going then, goodnight.” 

“Night.” You said, putting your phone in your pocket and continuing down the stairs. The hallway felt eerie, like something of a horror movie. It must be a busted light, you thought as you walked into the dark with steady steps, reaching for where you thought was the door. 

You flinched when you bumped into something, almost screaming when you noticed that it was merely the open door. With an angry grumble you cursed yourself for getting scared by a door. “Where’s this god damn light.” You felt along the wall beside you until you found the switch, which didn’t work. From you pocket you retrieved your phone to shine the flashlight around the trash container room that smelled a disgusting as always. You quickly deposited your bag in the right one and moved back up the stairs. 

It was late, 2am, and your body was tired of doing utterly nothing all day. You were stuck in a slur, a slur of laying in your bed, snoozing under the cover. Only to step under the shower way to late to even do anything productive other than make yourself some food. People from work had called you, too many times, your boss fuming with your absence. But Hoseok mentioned he’d taken care of it. 

When you exited the stairwell to your floor, you stopped. The door to your apartment was open. You contemplated calling someone, when the rational part of your mind told you that you’d probably left it open.

You slowly walked closer, peering inside and not seeing anything. Must be nothing. Your music was still playing from the cd-player, filling the room with the slow tune of a piano. 

Then you noticed, a sound. Water running. The shower? What the actual fuck? You immediately shot up, looking around you. From the kitchen, you grabbed a knife, freshly sharpened tonight before you cooked dinner. You grabbed it how you’d learnt, firm but not too tight, as you slowly tiptoed towards the bathroom. 

When you opened the door, you let the knife clatter to the floor. Your eyes were wide, staring at the scene in front of you. The bloody towel on the floor, streaks of red on the wall. And there, in the bathtub, was Jimin. 

He was sitting, clothes on, soaked form the water that streamed down on him. The sound of the knife drew his attention, causing him to slowly open his eyes and look at you. His face scared you. There was a cut on his forehead, his full lip was split and bleeding. 

Your brain wasn’t thinking, and before you knew it you found your self in the tub, between his legs. He held you close, and you pressed your face against the crook of his neck, tears streaming down your face. “Jiminnie.” You whispered, heart pounding against his chest. 

He shushed you, cupping the back of your head. “I’m here love.” 

You inspected his face, the water now running clear. The cuts weren’t deep, but his cheek was swollen, probably coming up with a bruise. His hands holding your waist, your clothes now drenched like his, but the feeling was so overwhelming. Three months of nothing, and here he was, bleeding and bruised in your bathtub. 

There was something different though, you couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe his jaw was a little sharper, his blue eyes a bit more hooded. You thought for a second he’d lost a lot of weight, but you’d felt the hard planes of muscles on his stomach. 

Then he smiled at you. “It’s okay.” That was your Jimin, with that ever so beautiful smile that made your heart flutter. He briefly looked past you, at what you assumed was the door. 

His smile changes, morphing into a dark grin that made you reel back. You screamed when someone pulled a bag over your head and slammed it against the wall, knocking you unconscious. 

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Halloween Drabbles

This will be my masterlist of Halloween Drabbles I'll be doing all the month of october.  Any of these drabbles could be continued into a series or 2 part story if STATED SO, but most probably will be. However, i do want them to reach at least a certain amount of notes that I wont be stating. So if you want more let me know through messaging me, sending an ask, or commenting. <3

Velvet Burgundy, Jongdae x Reader, ???!Au, 👄–ish (126/150)

Lost Azure, Jimin x Reader, ???!Au, 💔 👊🏻  (43/100)

Luxe Caramel, Baekhyun x Reader, ???!Au, 👄  

Broken Ivory, Taehyung x Reader, Angel!Au, 💔 👊🏻  (60/100)

Burdened Indigo, Yixing x Reader, Minseok x Reader, ???? x Reader, (56/150)