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moonlightndaydreams · 7 months ago

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A Friend in Need

You’ve finally had enough of your cheating bf and want to forget about him. Your friend Minho is more than happy to help you do just that.

Pairing: soft dom Lee Minho x fem reader

Trope: friends to Fwb?

Read time: 12 minutes approx.

MDNI // CW under the cut.

CW: alcohol, masturbation, fingering, blow job, cum swallowing, face riding, unprotected sex, choking, cream pie, soft dom /sub. Slight body insecurity.

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“So are you sitting on my face or am I fucking you over a table?” Minho grinned as you opened your front door greeted him. “I’ve got wine, condoms, and…” he looked in the plastic bag he was holding, “batteries for your toys. As requested.”

“Let’s start with the wine, I think.” You took the wine from him and made your way to your couch where you had two wine glasses waiting amongst a mountain of scrunched up tissues.

“Start with the wine?” Minho questioned. “I thought I was just picking up a few things you needed. Oh Shit!” Minho whistled, stopping still when he saw the state of your coffee table. “What did the fucker do this time to make you need an entire box of tissues?” He plopped down on the couch beside you.

“Oh, Minho!!!! I caught him fucking cheating on me. Again! In our fucking bed this time!!!!”

Minho blew out a breath taking the wine bottle back off you and immediately filling the glasses with the red then handing one to you.

“I’m so angry, Minho. I hate him! How could he?”

Minho wasn’t the least bit surprised. He knew you were dating a jerk. This was, Minho added it up in his head, the fifth time your boyfriend had cheated on you. This year. And he was pissed. Cunt. He thought to himself.

“Are you okay?” Minho asked softly, hiding the anger building in his chest.

You sat silently for a moment, deep in thought.

“I want to take you up on that offer.” You said bluntly. Minho was taken by surprise, sitting upright and stared at you blankly.

“If the offer still stands, that is. If the offer was real.” You added suddenly sounding unsure whether he was ever serious to begin with.

Every time your boyfriend would cheat on you, you’d confide in your long time friend Minho, and he would always offer to help you “forget that fucker’s name” by making “you cum so hard you’d never want to go back to him”. You’d always brushed it off as a joke. But when you came home yesterday to find your boyfriend in your shared bed, well, you were beyond livid. It was the last straw and you kicked him, and his little whore, out of your apartment. For good.

Now you needed to get your anger out of your system and forget the asshole even existed. That’s where Minho and his offer came in.

Minho examined your face and nodded slowly. “Okay,” he smirked. “So your shopping list was for tonight then?” He grinned. “Right. Operation Forget Your Ex. I’m down.” He said sipping the wine.

Your eyes widened. “Really? You’d help me do that? You’re not shitting me?”

Minho nearly spat out his drink he was so excited, although the circumstances weren’t ideal. But he played it cool, and boy was he far from shitting you. He’d been dying to show you how good fucking could feel. From what you’d told him, your boyfriend, no - ex-boyfriend now, barely even brought you to orgasm. It was an absolute shame. You deserved all the orgasms in the world. Tonight Minho planned to start by giving you at least three.

“Well, kitten, we’ll have to lay down some ground rules. Boundaries. Safe words and such.”

“Tentacles.” You piped up.

“What?”

“My safe word. Tentacles.”

“Riiiiight. Tentacles. Why tent- never mind.” He shook his head. “Do you want to be in charge or leave it to me?”

“What do you prefer?”

“I like to be in charge.”

“Okay, you’re in charge.”

“What’s your pain threshold? Do you enjoy spanking? Degradation? Praise?” he raised an eyebrow. “Any hard no’s?”

You stared at him like a deer in the headlights. "I-I'm not sure." you said, then gulped down the rest of your wine.

"Woah! Slow down, kitten." he lunged forward and took your glass from your trembling hands and placed it on the coffee table. Then he took your hands in his and held them tight.

"We don't have to do this. You know that right? I don't wanna take adva-"

"Please, Minho." You whimpered. "Please make me forget." You looked at him with soft eyes.

Minho suddenly felt nervous. He'd imagined fucking you plenty of times, and up until this moment he felt sure he'd have no problems in actually doing it. But now, faced with the reality of it, he was so fucking nervous.

But his dick throbbed, and you were the one asking, inviting him to do things to your body. He couldn't let his nerves get in the way and fuck up this chance.

He cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a soft kiss. The way you responded by moaning and parting your lips, was so tantalising that Minho couldn't help but deepen the kiss with a sense of urgency. You've got all night, he told himself. Don't rush this.

"So..." he peeled his lips off of yours. "do we need to replace any batteries for your toys?" he asked, reaching for the plastic bags.

You shook your head. "Just want you." you whispered.

Minho smirked at your admission. "I think we should take this to the bedroom so I can thoroughly fuck you." he said, taking your hand and picking up the box of condoms.

Minho tossed the condoms on the bed and pressed your back into your bedroom door. His hands caressed the sides of your waist before grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it up over your head. His fingers immediately found the clasp of your bra.

"Kitten?" he said low in your ear. "I'm not going to stop unless you say your safeword, or use the colour system. I need you to know that."

"Yes, I know." you moaned, as he squeezed your breast.

"I'm going to take your pants off now." he reached for the button on your jeans and locked eyes with you. Your arms came up to cover your bare torso.

"Kitten? Talk to me." he looked at you with concern.

"Minho. It's just that... the women you...um... normally hook up with are so glamorous."

Minho blinked rapidly. "Kitten, you're fucking perfect." he gently tugged you to stand in front of your full length mirror with him standing behind you. "Look at yourself." he whispered, pulling your arms down from your body so you couldn't hide.

You leaned back against his chest as he nibbled your neck. He undid your jeans, sliding them down your legs and helping you kick them off.

"You're the most gorgeous woman in the world." his hands explored your waist, stomach, hips. Then he took one of your hands in his and placed it on your stomach and making you caress yourself. He brought your hand up to cup your own breast, and then back down your body and between your legs over your panties.

"Feel how perfect you are." he said in a lustful tone. He pressed on your hand that was cupping your pussy. You whimpered and began to feel unsteady on your feet. You'd only had one wine.

"You're gonna take your panties off for me now." he said releasing his hands from yours. His hands moved back up your body, massaging your breast with one, the other splaying on your neck.

You slowly peeled your panties down, revealing your most intimate parts, and shimmying them off and flicking them to the side with your foot.

"Good girl. Now play with yourself." he squeezed your neck slightly causing you to lean your head back some more.

You felt so exposed standing fully naked in front of your mirror, leaning against a fully dressed Minho. Your friend.

Your eyes flicked up to him in the mirror. He was taking you in with dark eyes. Your core ached. His hardness was pressed into your back. Fuck!

"Touch yourself." he urged.

Your heart was pounding as you allowed your hands to explore your curves and soft skin. Your fingers found your pussy again and you parted your lips with your fingers. You groaned as you watched yourself. This was so erotic. So sensual.

"Are you wet kitten? Let me taste." he pulled your hand up to his mouth and sucked on your finger. "Fuck. Taste yourself." he swiped your fingers back through your folds and then into your mouth.

"I need to play with your pussy." He took a few steps back to sit on the edge of your bed and pulled you onto his lap. "Open your legs, that's it. Show me." He hung your legs over his thighs so you were open and on display in the mirror.

"Don't take your eyes off it." he said in a gruff tone.

Minho's fingers delved into your heat, inserting two all the way inside. He fucked you like this for several minutes before pulling them out and rubbing on your clit. Then he'd finger fuck you again, alternating between stretching you open and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel your core tightening. Minho's fingers were magic as he played with your body.

The pretty sounds you were making had Minho straining in his pants. He wanted to sink his cock into you so fucking bad. But at the same time he wanted to take his sweet ass time. He wanted you to beg him to stop. He wanted you to be a whimpering mess.

By the fifth round of finger fucking you were clenching hard and soaking his hand as you came hard. Your chest was flushed as your breasts heaved. You looked so fucked out.

"Now, kitten." He said as calm as possible. "You're going to undress me now."

He watched you stand in front of him. He bit his lip as you fumbled taking his shirt off, your bare tits dangling in his face, and then his trousers, leaving him in just his boxers. "You've forgotten something." he quirked an eyebrow.

His cock visibly twitched when you dropped to your knees between his legs and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

You tried to not let Minho see how nervous you were as you came face to face with his cock. You wanted to show him how much you wanted him right now. You wanted to show him how beautiful, how sexy he was making you feel, despite how self conscious you were.

You took his glorious cock in your hand and experimented with licking the pre-cum from the tip. He was hard for you. He was leaking for you. "Aren't you going to boss me around, Minho?" you purred, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

"Choke on it, kitten." he said not breaking eye contact. "Show me how much you can take."

Minho could barely contain himself as you sunk your warm, wet mouth over his shaft. He truly believed he was going to cum there and then. Maybe he could, and then get it up again to fuck you? It'd be pretty easy to get hard again when you were driving him crazy like this.

"That's it, beautiful. Make those pretty noises around my cock. That's it. Deeper, baby. You can take it. I know you can." he started to thrust his hips up, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat.

It turned him on immensely hearing you struggle. Your hand found his and when you placed it on the back of your head, he knew you were made for him. He held your head in place as he fucked into your throat. He watched your ass in the mirror and imagined what you were going to feel like with your cunt wrapped around his cock. He came hard with a loud moan. Your lips were pressed against his pelvis and tears ran down your face as he spurted cum down your throat.

He was almost instantly hard again when you slid your mouth off and opened it up to see you'd swallowed every drop.

“Ride my face." He panted.

“Oh Minho.” You shook your head. “I don’t think—“

“Safeword? Are you going to use it? ‘Cos I fucking want to eat you out.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you in for a kiss. “Please…I can make you feel so good. I need you to ride my face.” He was practically begging you.

Minho didn’t know what was happening to him. He was always so in control when it came to sex. He’d never said ‘please’, he always instructed, demanded even. But this was you. You were different. You stirred something in his stomach, and made his heart beat faster.

“Okay, Minho. But I’ve… you know…never done this before.” Your face went red.

So that fucker never got you to ride his face? He wondered if he’d ever eaten you out. He quickly shoved thoughts of your ex out of his head and focused on what he was about to do. Make you cum all over his face.

“It’s okay kitten, I’ve got you.” He shuffled more onto the mattress and laid back. “All you need to do is straddle my face, and sit.”

He made it sound so simple. But to you nothing could make you feel more vulnerable than what you were about to do. But the way he sounded so desperate for you to do it made you want to please him. You climbed up onto the bed.

“Na uh. The other way. You need to be able to watch yourself.” He grinned.

You swallowed nervously, but did as instructed. You watched yourself hover inches away from Minho’s face.

“Fuck, I can see how fucking wet you are. Quick, sit.” He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you down on top of him.

You cried out as Minho’s mouth met your pussy. He ran his tongue through your lips then sucked your clit.

“Shit, Minho… it… fuck you feel good.” You choked. Minho chuckled against your cunt, sending shocks through your body.

Your eyes went to the mirror. Seeing your reflection of being eaten out by the man underneath you and how you could be suffocating him, turned you on more than you could’ve imagined. Could he breathe? The thought of him struggling for air made you gush. You started to rock your hips and grind against his face. He moaned against your core in approval.

Your orgasm was close, and when he slipped his tongue into your creamy hole, and you ground your pussy hard and fast on his face, you cried out loudly as you flew over the edge. Your thighs were physically shaking around Minho’s head from the intensity of the orgasm.

Minho didn’t even let you recover before he had you on your back, legs pinned up near your chest. He kissed you sloppily, smearing your wetness all over your mouth. It was the best thing Minho had ever experienced, having his face buried in your pussy while you fucking rubbed your slick all over him.

He gazed down at you. He knew he was weak for you, but he didn’t know he had it this bad.

“You going to fuck me now, Minho?” You looked up at him.

Minho nodded. “Yeah.” He whispered “Let me just find the cond—“

“Don’t you want to feel me, Minho? Nothing in the way.” You purred, pulling him in for another kiss. The length of his cock pressed against your sopping pussy.

“Just the tip?” You whispered. “Just for a second?” You begged.

Fuck! He groaned at the temptation.

“Kitten,” he said sternly. “If I put it in it won’t be just the tip.” He slid his entire cock into your heat. The stretch, the fullness, made you gasp.

“And,” he growled, “It won’t be just for a second.” He partially withdrew his cock and slammed back in. “It’ll be until you beg me to stop.” He hammered into you. “I’m going to fuck you until you have to use your safe word.”

You felt so good around Minho that he highly doubted he’d be able to follow through on such promises.

“I’m never gonna use my safe word, Minho.” You cried as he pounded into you. “Feels too good. You feel good, Minho… oh fuck…Minho!”

The way you were crying his name catapulted him towards his climax. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

“You want me to fuck you forever?” He panted.

“I want… I want…you to…”

“What is it kitten, anything.” He meant it. He wanted to give you everything you wanted.

“Ch-choke me while you fill me up.” You squeaked.

Without slowing down, Minho searched your eyes. You were serious.

Feeling Minho’s cock so deep in your cunt, stretching you do deliciously, had you on the brink of your third orgasm. But when his fingers wrapped around your neck and squeezed, it made your core clench harder than usual.

You’ve never let anyone do this to you before, never trusting anyone enough. You only ever fantasized about it, watched porn, or experimented on yourself. You never dared tell anyone, especially your ex.

Your vision became blurry as a lightheadedness took over you. You felt fuzzy, floaty, and then you felt yourself coming back, taking in deep breaths before he’d squeeze again. You were certain Minho had done this before, and so you succumbed, letting him take control of your body, letting him choke you and bring you back as many times as he wanted, without any fear that he’d go so far as to render you unconscious. You lost track of how many times he did it. Five, maybe six times?

“This time you have to cum for me.” You heard him say. “Then I can fill you up. I wanna fill you up so bad, kitten.”

His hand squeezed around one last time and you felt yourself come undone. You squeezed around Minho’s cock like a vice and felt him release inside you. You felt like your entire body was exploding, until Minho let go of your neck and held your close, brining all the shattered pieces back together.

“You did so good, kitten. You’re back now. Safe I’ve got you.” He soothed as you began to sob. You’d never experienced anything so intense, so powerful in your life.

You fell asleep almost straight away, and Minho cleaned you both up while you nodded off. Sweet fucking Jesus he wished he’d have been able to do this with you sooner.

He watched you, dead to the world, marvelling at what had unfolded.

“I fucking love you y/n. I hope you’ll have me a little more permanently and never think about that dick ex of yours again.” He whispered as he laid down beside you.

He didn’t know you’d heard him.

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v3nusplanetofluv · 9 months ago

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camp

i; fishbowls

｡･ﾟﾟ･atsumu x fem! reader

｡･ﾟﾟ･college and 90s au

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atsumu miya was the bane of your existence growing up. always making it his job to tease and taunt you daily. as time went on you detached yourself from the neighborhood kids, your frequent, unwanted presence merely becoming a thing of the past. however, the summer of '98 causes you and atsumu to face the past.

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"ma, when yer son comes home from college yer supposed to keep him in not kick him out!" atsumu groaned as his head fell onto the cold kitchen counter, "especially when i'm your favorite-"

"what-"

it was finally summer vacation, and all the miyas were back in their nest. the formerly eerily quiet kitchen was once again full of life; the sweet smell of vanilla filled the air as pancakes were flipped on the electric griddle; the bright sun warmed the table cloth that covered the glass dining table; and loud hearty accents were doubled in sound as the two boys were back.

"both of y'all are gettin' kicked out," the older woman places the now finished pancakes onto a plate. "it just so happens that samu listens to what I have ta say, and chooses where he wants ta go ahead of time."

the grey haired twin smiles up at his mom with a 'thanks' as she places a stack of pancakes in front of him. "i'm goin' to grandma and grandpa's farm ta help out at their cafe," he sticks his tongue out at atsumu making him roll his eyes.

"whatever," his arms crossed over his chest, "I don't like that stinky farm anyway." atsumu flinches as he feels his mom yank upon his ear in disapproval.

"good! ya won't have ta 'cause yer workin' at a summer camp!" mrs. miya smiles as atsumu's jaw practically reaches the depths of hell. "our neighbor suggested it--"

"which neighbor so i know whose lawn koda can piss on--OW!" mr.miya strikes the faux blond with his now rolled morning paper.

"language," the older man sits beside his son, coffee now in hand. "y/n's mother came up with that great idea--the girl's been working there since high school--ya remember her right?"

"yeah, i remember fishbowls--OW!" osamu was now on the receiving end of the sunday morning paper, the boy now reaching for his battered forehead. the action instantly stifled atsumu's laughs.

the faux blond covers his head, "ya want me to go work with that freak for the whole summer?" he asks through gritted teeth, actively guarding his head.

"y/n is a beautiful young lady who is doin' great things," mama miya points her spatula at the boys, "she's actually in school studyin' biology to become a doctor now!"

"oh, who would've thought that fishbowls was gonna be in a nerdy major?" atsumu comments, sarcasm dripping in his tone, making osamu snicker.

osamu sits up straight, "'do ya wanna come over and see my new experiment?" he mocks a nerdy accent as he pushes his fake glasses up the bridge of his nose making his brother burst at the seams in laughter.

"come on! y'all haven't seen the girl since she changed schools in middle school," the older miya says as he sips his coffee.

"yea cause she was always cooped up in her room readin' or some shit," atsumu mumbles as he messes with the pancakes in front of him.

"well, i guess this summer will be the perfect time ta give her a chance!" mama miya smiles as she brushes her hands off on her apron, ignoring his groans, "and ya better get packin' 'cause ya leave next week."

insane in the membrane by cyrprus hill blares through the stereo setup of the 1989 lexus is 400. osamu's sunglass rest upon his nose as he drives through rural hyogo, fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat. atsumu sits in the passenger seat mumbling along to the lyrics, hand resting outside of the window.

atsumu furrows his eyebrows as he looks over at his brother, "is it too late for me ta come ta the farm with ya?"

"...ya called it stinky--"

"but a whole summer--three months with fishbowls--sounds like i'll be slittin' ma wrist with a spoon," atsumu groans as he sinks further into his seat.

osamu chuckles as he glances over at the drama queen, "think positive! what if she's like hella fine now?"

the two look between each other before bursting out in laughs.

"i'll miss yer goofy ass this summer 'samu!" he says as he wipes a fake tear from his eye.

not even thirty minutes later the sight of tall trees completely consumed the car. the smell of marukawa bubble gum was replaced with fresh water and earthy cedar trees. the road got bumpy as atsumu poked his head out of the window, finally seeing the massive sign marking the entrance of the summer camp: ' firefly valley.'

as osamu slowed the car atsumu instantly started to scratch, "i think i'm allergic ta this place."

"they're called mosquitos--now get outta my car!"

"we won't see each other for almost three months and this is how you wanna say goodbye?" atsumu fakes a pout as he unbuckled his seatbelt making his twin roll his eyes. as osamu pulled his bag out of the car, atsumu looked up at the trees that never seemed to end; and down at the dirt that somehow already got onto his white sneakers.

the feeling of his duffle bag shoved into his chest grabbed atsumu's attention as he looked up to be met with the flash of osamu's digital camera. he sighs with a smile as he pulls the camera from his face, "man, grandma is gonna love this! might even hang it on the fridge." he snickers making atsumu glare but the frustrated feeling is instantly dropped as osamu pulls him into a hug.

"ya better not come back with headgear and a new love for readin'" he teases making atsumu laugh.

"no promises!" he says as he pulls away, "call me when ya get ta the farm."

"i will," osamu waves one final time as he gets into the car, driving off leaving atsumu at the camp. dirt kicks up from the wheels making the faux blond flinch back, unfortunately bumping into someone. he swiftly apologizes as he turns around but he's quickly dismissed as the man doesn't seem phased.

"ya must be atsumu miya," the man smiles, "welcome to camp! i'm kyo," he sticks his hand out and atsumu shakes it with a tight lipped smile. "follow me and i'll show ya the leader cabins and around camp along the way."

with wide eyes, atsumu looks around the camp in awe. even though he just moved to a bigger and busier city--tokyo--he hadn't realized how much he missed this. he was instantly transported back to his earlier summers spent at his grandparents' farm. the bright blue sky created a stunning gradient into the shimmering lake. the trees looked as if they could go on forever--as if they were reaching for the sun. the oh so familiar smell of sunblock attacked his nostrils as the smaller versions of his volleyball nets made a smile creep upon his face.

atsumu looked ahead at the sound of kyo's voice, directing him to his cabin that he would share with other leaders for the next three months. the faux blond thanked him as he rested his bags on the floor beside his bed. the brown-haired man was about to leave before he remembered something.

"make sure to stop by the main office to get yer shirts and badge--someone should be in there to help ya out!" and before atsumu could ask him where exactly the main office was, he was gone.

he sighed as he hooked his sunglasses onto the collar of his t-shirt,. atsumu made his way out of the cabin, looking around intently for any resemblance, or sign that could possibly lead him to his destination.

after about ten minutes of wandering around, the dark green and white building came into his view. one could tell it was old with the way the paint was chipping--the intense weathering it endured was evident.

he opened the screened door to be met with a welcomed blast of air conditioning, a content sigh left his lips as he looked around. the sound of a voice caught his attention leading him to follow it around a corner and into what looked like a waiting area.

the back of a spinny chair was what atsumu first saw. the back of an occupied spinny chair! a finger peeked out as it twirled the cord of the phone, looping and unlooping as you talked on the phone.

"yes, ms.tanaka i will personally make sure that hiro has easy access to his inhaler..." you smiled into the phone, adjusting in your seat completely unaware of the nearly drooling simpleton behind you.

he couldn't see you but he could just tell that you were hot. maybe it was the way he could imagine your perfectly manicured nails combing through his hair as you whispered sweet nothings in his ear with your heavenly voice or maybe he was simply deluded.

"of course, you know i've never let anything happen to hiro--i figure you'd want him back in one piece at the end of the summer...yes yes of course! it is my job," you laugh softly making atsumu's heart skip a beat, "feel free to call back if you have any more questions...alright, I can't wait to see hiro!...have a nice day , bye bye."

as you hang up the phone atsumu can barely contain his excitement as dozens of scenarios run through his mind of what he would say to you--a grin kept sneaking up his lips which he quickly pushed away to keep up his cool facade.

he quickly gets into position as he rests upon the desk, instantly grabbing your attention as he knocks down a pen holder. you whip your head around only to feel the wind get stuck within your throat.

it suddenly becomes hard to breathe as you're unable to say anything let alone move, and you think that you could use hiro's inhaler right about now. your horrified expression makes atsumu's heart drop as he quickly scrambles to pick up the mess he had made.

"h-hey it's alright, i can get it cleaned up real quick!" he awkwardly laughs in nervousness and embarrassment as he realizes he had just made a fool of himself in front of one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen. he tries to fight off the blush on his cheeks, and runs through excuses in his mind--the heat!

you finally manage to catch your breath and look up at him. the boy who made your adolescence a living hell. the man who is now invading one of your safe spaces.

"what do you want?" your tone is harsh, but not harsh enough in your opinion. however, the blond doesn't take much notice as he stares down at you with a goofy look on his face.

"atsumu miya," he sighs dreamily, "name please," he grins, completely oblivious to your look of disgust and the incoherency of his sentence. your eyebrow raises and confusion coats your face. you think he must not recognize you and it's a fair assumption considering you made it a mission to avoid the miyas and the other neighborhood kids once you hit puberty to preserve your sanity...and dignity--what was left of it.

on the other hand, it was as if you had no chance to erase his face from your memory. hell, the universe never gave you a chance to.

"look at the twins! they're committing to that powerhouse school!"

"did you see that atsumu's the best high school setter in japan?"

"can you believe that atsumu's ready been offered to join msby?"

"atsumu looks amazing in his media pictures for msby don't ya think?"

you allowed your expression to soften, "so...you don't know who I am?" you cross your arms over your chest, leaning onto the desk making the blond's hands grow sweaty.

"the girl of ma dreams," he bites down on his lip to hide his smile.

you deadpan before rolling your eyes making atsumu straighten up, "o-or i'd like ta get ta know...if ya let me." he suddenly feels bashful? something the faux blond is greatly unfamiliar with...maybe you were a witch.

you look him up and down, making his cheeks heat up all over again, "i think you'll freak when i tell you." you narrow your gaze at him, unknowingly feeding his supicsions.

in one of his boldest moves of the day, he leans down towards you, "try me," he smirks.

you look up at him through your lashes, quickly thinking of all of his possible reactions. your lips begin to twitch up into an almost wicked smile, "do ya really wanna know?" he you lean up closer towards him, making his heart rate increase.

"more than anythin'," he breathes out, tuning out the sound of his beating heart.

your gaze darkens, "does fishbowls ring a bell?" your sickening smile doesn't dare to falter as you watch atsumu flinch back in confusion, his face twisting into multiple emotions as he tries to process the sound of the cruel nickname leaving your lips.

he leans forward a bit to look at your face, looking for any features that may have resembled his insanely nerdy neighbor.

"...y/n?"

"in the flesh."

notes !

☆ mr. and mrs. miya adore y/n. they have always admired her manners and academic ambition. that led to them always urging the twins to hang out with her and also partially ignited their disdain toward the girl.

☆ y/n never picked up the hyogo accent even though she lived there her whole life. immersion wasn't enough as her parents didn't speak the dialect either. this further isolated y/n from the neighborhood kids.

☆ when y/n said her name atsumu didn't buy it at first until he looked at her closer and noticed the scar that she had on her eyebrow. the same scar that he gave her after throwing a ball at her too hard while trying to be funny. the ball broke her glasses and they cut into her face.

☆ y/n honestly thought she was gonna pass out from lack of airflow to her brain when she saw atsumu again in person after all of those years.

i hope you enjoyed! this is a draft from my wattpad that i'm reworking :) if you'd like to be tagged just let me know!

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sunshine-on-marz · 4 months ago

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Darry Curtis x Home Baker Reader

Basically Darry with sunshine reader but shhhhhhhh

For the loml @st4rgzer

⋆ For starters, he’s so supportive

⋆ Just freaking adores your baking

⋆ You get very good at baking chocolate cake because you’re making it. Constantly.

⋆ He also just thinks your the sweetest thing ever (pun intended)

⋆ About kills Dallas a couple times for criticizing you or your baking

⋆ Speaking of Dallas, you and him have a similar relationship to what he had with Mrs.Curtis

“Dallas Winston why is there a cigarette lit inside my house?” you ask as you walk into the living room. “I’m puttin out, I’m puttin it out” he mutters as he stubs the cigarette on the ashtray on the coffee table. “Y’know, I don’t even know why you have this thing if you and Darry are so anti-smokes” he says, you roll your eyes “you just used it, didn’t you?” You ask incredulously, smile playing on your lips. “Yea yea” he mutters

⋆ The gang calls you and Darry, Mom and Dad

⋆ Darry claims not to like it

⋆ Secretly he’d be so sad if they stopped

⋆ Let me just reiterate that this man ADORES YOU.

⋆ He gets home from work and immediately asks you about your day, won’t tell you about his until you atleast say “it was good”

⋆ If you say it’s bad he offers to let you talk about it

⋆ Most nights consist of you massaging his back and shoulders while you two talk about your day

“Well I delivered a pie to this older woman over on the East Side and she was just the sweetest thing! Oh she was lovely Darrel, and her husband too? Gosh they were just the kindest souls” you giggle as you ramble on about your day. “That oughta be us someday, yea?” He hums, turning around from where he’d been leaned against your chest to kiss your cheek. “I think that could be arranged”

⋆ Also, you call him Darrel and he loves it

⋆ Don’t get me wrong, you also give him a billion nicknames, along with his preexisting ones

⋆ But the way his name sounds from your lips just drives him nuts

⋆ Also the boys love you

⋆ Not just Pony and Soda, but the whole gang

⋆ You, rather quickly, took on a motherly roll

“Those better not be work boots on my freshly mopped floor” you call over your shoulder as you hear Soda and Steve come inside, two quick “Sorry!”’s sound from the living room as they turn back around to put the boots on the porch

⋆ You bake Darry (and all the boys) a cake for his birthday.

⋆ Not just the regular chocolate cake he’s been making constantly his whole life. But a nice, double layered, decorated, dream. It took you all day.

⋆ He cries.

⋆ Darry refuses to let you help more than absolutely needed for bills so you buy things for him and the boys

⋆ You buy Pony some nice, new, good condition books, and that boy decides that if Darry ever breaks up with you he’s running away

⋆ Yea no, Soda and Pony are on your side in any and every argument

⋆ Not that you and Darry fight often

⋆ Maybe once every couple months, but you never go to bed angry.

⋆ The day he realizes he’s in love with you is when he came home from work to both his brothers asleep on the couch next to you, and you folding laundry

“Now what’s all this?” He smiles, coming over to kiss your forehead. “They had rough days” you tell him. “So you’re babysitting?” He asks, you playfully glare at him. “It’s not babysitting, it’s comforting” you say, he just hums. “And laundry is a part of comforting?”. You roll your eyes, carefully getting off the sofa. You walk over and put your arms over his shoulders. “Will you ever just let me help around here without telling me I dont have too?” You hum, he shakes his head, leaning down to kiss you. “Dar’. I like helpin’” you say softly, he smiles against your cheek, where he’s pressing small kisses “I know you do. You’re so amazing. So so so amazing”

⋆ He just adores having someone like you around

⋆ Swears up and down no one as great as you has or will ever exist

⋆ Your kinnda known around Tulsa as the “sweet baker girl” so people leave you alone

⋆ The gang jokes that you’re the joining force between Socs and Greasers

⋆ But on the off chance someone does mess with you?

⋆ Darry raises hell

⋆ And if you’re physically hurt?

⋆ He basically puts you on home lockdown because he does not want you to see the side of him that whoever hurt you is about to see

⋆ On a less violent note!

⋆ He always makes sure you have fresh flowers

⋆ No matter what.

⋆ Even if it means picking some from some garden. He makes damn sure you have fresh flowers

EEEE MY FIRST OUTSIDERS POST!!!!!!! More are on the way (Johnny Cade fic soon maybe possibly)

My requests are open for the outsiders gang and Dean Winchester if you wanna send somethin over

Remember to reblog because it really helps

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jeankluv · 4 months ago

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The forgotten boy - Geto Suguru | Chapter 04

words: 3,3k

summary: He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity

Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.

“You remember me?”

You nodded. “Of course I do.” You smiled. “You have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.”

ac: _3aem

tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood [more tags in the future]

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Suguru walked calmly through the streets that were already practically empty, and only illuminated by the streetlights. With light steps and a new warmth in his chest, he approached the building where he spent his nights. But he had to stop short when he saw the figure that was currently entering the portal. Nanami had returned earlier than he had anticipated, which meant that he would have to stop going to that place for a while.

Suguru bite his inner cheek trying to think where he would spend the night, he didn't need to sleep and the cold barely affected him, but doing those simple things made him feel human.

Turning abruptly, he strode through the now nearly deserted streets, encountering only occasional revelers making their way home. Veering left, he found himself at a park entrance. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he settled onto a bench near the entrance, affording him a view of the adjacent road.

Minutes ticked by with scarce passing cars and pedestrians. The moon cast a bright glow overhead, the temperature hovering around 10 degrees, yet he felt no chill. After about forty-five minutes, a car pulled up nearby. Watching as someone emerged and bid farewell to the vehicle, his eyes widened recognizing you.

You carried a sizable painting, your gaze fixed downward. Suguru wrestled with the impulse to approach; appearing suddenly might seem odd, especially at that late hour. However, witnessing you stumble and fall compelled him to rise and hurry across the street towards you.

As Suguru approached, his heart pounded with worry and his steps quickened as he reached your side. With gentle hands, he helped you sit up, his concern evident in his eyes as he looked at you, lying on the floor with the painting next to you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he reached out to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“Suguru?” You looked at him confused by his presence on that place and that hour.

“I know it’s odd but I was walking around and saw you getting out of the car.” He tried to explain himself. “I didn’t want to approach because you would have thought I was some stalker or something like that, but then I saw you falling and… I couldn’t not help you.”

You looked at him and then whipped out the tears of your face. “Don’t worry Suguru.”

Suguru's heart clenched at the sound of your voice, his concern deepening as he took in your disheveled appearance. Without hesitation, he reached out to help you to your feet, his touch gentle yet firm as he steadied you.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Not really…” You admitted. “The only good thing that happened to me today was having that date with you.” A faint smile appeared on your lips as you looked at him. “How come you are here at this hour?” You said, still confused.

“Oh… that.” Suguru needed to think of a good excuse before becoming too suspicious. “I lost my keys and getting someone to open my door at this hour it’s quite expensive.”

You widened your eyes. “So you were going to spend the night at the park?” Suguru shrugged his shoulders. “With this temperature?” You shook your head. “You can stay at my home.”

“Wait y/n.” Suguru stopped you. “You hardly know me, what if I’m a bad person? What if I try to do something to you? You would let anyone you hardly know into your house?”

Suguru's words stopped you in your tracks, his concern evident in his voice. Her words struck a chord within you, causing a feeling of uncertainty and vulnerability.

But when you looked into Suguru's eyes, you saw something there: something genuine and sincere, a flash of kindness and compassion that said it all. On the other hand, you felt a genuine connection with Suguru, as if an invisible string was uniting you somehow. As if destiny were knocking on your doors and telling you to get together.

You took a step closer to him, your gaze steady as you looked into his eyes. "Suguru." You began, your voice firm. “I might not know you well, but there is something about you that makes me feel safe. Something in your eyes tells me I can trust you."

Suguru's expression softened at your words, a flash of emotion crossing his features. "But what if I'm not who you think I am?" He responded, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You reached out to gently touch his arm, your touch light and reassuring. "Then I will deal with it when the time comes." You responded, your voice filled with determination. “But for now, I choose to trust you, Suguru.”

Suguru's gaze held yours for a long moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. And then, with a nod of acceptance, he reached out to take your hand, the touch warm and comforting of his against your skin.

“Thank you, y/n.” He murmured. “Let me help you with that.” He said as he grabbed the painting from your hands.

“Thank you.” You made a small bow.

With a nod you began walking towards your apartment. Suguru wanted to know how you could have so much trust in a person you barely knew and who had also lied on his behalf. You said that something about him made you feel safe and he wondered if it was that same feeling that had coursed through his body when you told him you remembered him. It had been strange and instantaneous, but he had been there.

At first Suguru didn't notice it, due to the overwhelming moment, but remembering it he had felt something strange about him. It was like feeling deja vu or something like that. But he couldn't say for sure.

The only thing he knew for sure was that you were different from everyone he had ever encountered during his very long life. There was something strange connecting you that Suguru wanted to find out.

What Suguru didn't know was that you had also felt something when you saw him for the first time. And that the mere presence of him near you made everything make a little more sense. And that being next to him gave you a feeling of security that you had rarely felt before.

That was why you didn't feel afraid inviting him to your apartment, since something inside you told you that everything would be okay.

Followed by Suguru, you entered your building and got into the elevator. None of you talked but it wasn’t needed. Exiting the elevator you walked straight to your apartment.

“Don’t get scared if something black goes from one place to another.”

“It’s your cat, Blue, right?” Suguru asked.

“Yeah. Wow I’m surprised you remember her name.” You smiled.

“I guess my memory is good.” He shrugged.

“She is a bit shy, so don’t be surprised if she hides from you.” You opened the door.

To your surprise Blue was in front of the door, waiting for you to enter.

“Blue?” You whispered in surprise. “Well that’s new.” You slightly laugh looking at Suguru. “She normally hides, even from my friends who usually come here to spend the day.”

Suguru smiled and looked at you. “I guess she liked me.”

“I guess so.” You smiled at him back. “Oh please give me that. I let you carry the painting all the time.” You said taking the painting from his hands.

Walking towards the living room, Suguru followed you, observing the warmth of your home and the different paintings you had on your walls. Your house gave him a feeling of peace and tranquility, which he had achieved in few places. Or maybe it wasn't the place, but your presence.

“You painted all of them?” Suguru pointed to the different paintings on the walls.

“Most of them…” You looked at them. “They are not really good.” You tried to joke.

“I think they are good, really good.” He smiled.

“You are just being nice to me.”

“I’m not.” He stepped closer to one of the paintings. “I think you are really good, anyone who doesn’t see it would be blind not to see it.”

“Well apparently most of the art galleries on this city are blind.” You shrugged as you pursed your lips.

“Is that why you were like this today?” I ask you. “I mean, now when we saw each other. An art gallery rejected your work?”

You felt extremely small at that moment, remembering how they had rejected you again. “Yes…” You mumbled towards the ground.

“Well, they are complete idiots.”

You laughed at his words and looked back up. “Thank you Suguru…” You looked at him, meeting his eyes and feeling that strange connection once again.

Suguru also felt it and he wondered why? Why did it keep happening? Was there something else that neither of you knew?

“You wanna eat pizza?” You walked to the kitchen. “I would offer you something else, but my fridge is pretty empty.” You said as you opened the fridge, finding it practically empty.

“Pizza is fine for me.” You nodded and prepared the things to get the pizza ready. “You want me to help you?”

“No it’s okay, you are my guest so relax.”

"I'm more of an intruder." Suguru joked.

“Well… maybe a little.” You played along, putting the pizza in the oven. “But now that you're here, we can continue with the date from before.” You tilted your head with a smile.

“You invite me to lunch and now to dinner and to spend the night here, after having hidden my name?” He crossed his arms. “I'm really setting expectations very low.”

You shook your head. "On the contrary." You smiled. “You are extremely interesting.” You rested your arms on the kitchen counter looking at him.

“You think I’m interesting?” You nodded. “Well I’m not, my life is pretty boring.”

And it was, his life was totally gray and monotonous, without any kind of life or color. Every day he followed the same routine, every day he did the same things. But it was true, that since you had spoken to him in the cafeteria, his life had begun to have a different meaning and color.

“Suguru?” You looked at him.

“Huh?” He shook his head. “Oh I’m so sorry. I was thinking about something else.”

“It’s alright. I was asking you if you are from here.”

“Oh yeah, yeah. I was born here.” Like over 1,000 years ago but whatever.

“Oh nice.” You shook your head. “And do you have siblings?”

“I don’t. I actually don’t have a family.” You looked at him with a concerned look on your face, thinking you brought a delicate theme into the table. “Oh please don’t worry, my family passed away a long time ago.” Very long time ago, but he couldn’t tell you that.

He couldn’t even tell you he didn’t remember the faces of his parents or anything related to them. The only things he could remember were distant and foggy memories of his moments with them, but besides that everything seemed so distant for him.

“I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“Don’t be.” He tried to calm you down. “Do you have siblings?”

“Yeah, you little sisters.” You smiled fondly at the thought of them. “They are actually twins but they live far away with my parents, so I don’t get to see them very often.”

“You seem to care for them a lot.”

You shrugged your shoulders with a smile. “I guess I do.”

“Y/n?” You moved your eyes to look at his. “I would like to see the painting.”

“The painting?” Suguru slowly nodded. “I don’t… I don’t think it’s worthy.” You clenched your fists remembering the hurtful words you had heard that afternoon.

“I will decide if it is worthy or not." Whisper. “But now I would like to see him, and I know he will be worthy.”

You believed in his words and walking back to the living room you took the painting. You carefully unwrapped it, Suguru looking at you impatiently for you to show him your painting. But you, although his words had been comforting and had given you security, those you had heard that afternoon sounded louder in your head.

“You think our studio is worthy of exposing something like this?” That person had said, and as on so many occasions you had once again felt small and trampled. “Don't waste our time.”

“Y/n…” Suguru whispered your name, in such a sweet tone that you could have cried in that right moment. Looking up at him, you saw his concerned eyes looking at you. “Please…”

The question of what it was about that boy that made you trust him so much was constantly on your mind. It wasn't just trust that was established in you when you looked at him, it was security, protection and things that you couldn't describe.

With great care and with trembling hands, you turned the painting around to show it to Suguru. When he was completely turned around, you closed your eyes tightly and waited for the comment, something that would come straight to you.

The painting was of a female figure, with what looked like a ghost or an invisible figure. It had come to mind one night after a dream, which now seemed distant and unclear. But in it, you were looking for something or rather someone, as if a piece of you was missing and as if your heart was not beating as it should because that love was not with you.

“It’s really beautiful y/n…” You felt Suguru’s warm touching your cheek.

You had been so absorbed in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed how he had approached you. "You really believe it?" You said, feeling the corners of your eyes fill with tears.

“I really do.” He gently caress your cheek.

In that small act you felt so much affection and love that for a second you doubted that you and Suguru only knew each other that day.

“Those people don’t know what real art looks like.” He spoke. “I can assure you this is amazing.”

You looked down with a small blush painting your cheeks. “Thank you.” You whispered. “The pizza must be ready.” Looking back up you meet Suguru’s eyes and a sensation of nervousness went through your body. “I think… we should eat.”

“Yeah…” Suguru took his hand away from your cheek and stepped away from you.

He watched you as you walked towards your kitchen and finally he was able to breathe out. That he had come into his mind to approach you so intimately, you barely knew each other and you might think he was a crazy person looking to take advantage of you.

But something in him had prompted him to walk towards you when he saw how you lowered your head, as if you were expecting a reprimand or the most hurtful comment. The soft touch of your cheek under his hand had caused Suguru to feel nervous and a shiver ran through his body from head to toe.

He had wanted to separate his hand, but at the same time he had wanted to stay attached to the warmth of your body for much longer.

Suguru turned his head and looked at the painting again, feeling a pang in his heart, as if his body knew something he didn't know. He pursed his lips and walked towards the kitchen where you were waiting for them with the slices of pizza already ready.

He smiled at you and grabbed his plate. “Thank you again for inviting me over.”

“Oh please Suguru.” You shook your head with a smile on your face. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Where…” He swallowed. “Where can I sleep?”

“Oh…” You look around. “I only have one room…”

“I will take the sofa then.” Suguru said firmly.

“But…”

“Y/n, I’m not taking your bed and we are not sharing the bed.” You blushed at the last part.

Trying to wash the embarrassment away from you, you started to cough. “Yeah sure… I don’t have any clothes you could use.”

“I usually sleep with only my boxers on.” Suguru shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh… yeah sure, fine.” You once again laughed.

Suguru sighed. “Y/n if I make you uncomfortable I can leave. I was already going to stay the night out, so there…”

“No!” You exclaimed. “I mean… I don’t feel uncomfortable, Suguru, it’s okay.” You tried to convince him.

“Okay…” He said unsure.

The conversation continued to flow, jumping from one topic to another, almost as if you had known each other all your lives and that moment was just one of the many you had shared. But the reality was different, you and Suguru did not know each other before but the connection that existed between the two of you was undeniable. And you had both noticed it.

You yawned, feeling the weight of sleep begin to settle on you. You felt a little embarrassed when you realized that you had done it in front of Suguru.

“You want to go to sleep?” He murmured with a smile drawn on his face.

“Yeah… I’m a bit tired.” You nodded. “Let me get you a pillow and some blankets so you can sleep.” You said turning to go to your room and get what you needed so Suguru could spend the night on the couch.

When you left your room you saw Suguru in your small kitchen doing the dishes and with Blue watching him from the counter. When you saw that scene something inside you moved, it felt natural, pleasant and part of you wanted to continue watching it. You blushed as you realized the thoughts that were forming in your head and shaking them away you walked quickly towards the living room where you prepared the couch.

“Blue is a really good cat.” You turned around at his voice, meeting him holding Blue in his arms.

“She really is.” You smiled. “I’m surprised she is letting you touch her, she normally is afraid of new people.”

“What can I say? I’m good with animals.” He smirked. “Thank you once again for letting me stay.”

“Suguru.” You stopped him. “Enough, you don’t have to thank me more.” Suguru smiled and nodded. “Well…” You moved your arms. “I will see you tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah… good night y/n.” He smiled and you felt your heart beating faster.

“Good night Suguru.”

You walked towards your room and closed the door behind you. Leaning against the door, you placed your hand on your chest and felt it quicken, all caused by a single person. With a smile you lay down on the bed and sleep soon enveloped you in it’s arms.

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The smoke invaded your lungs, almost leaving you unable to breathe. Your body moved from one side to the other not really knowing where to go, you were looking for a way out, you were looking for a breath.

An explosion was heard again causing you to cover your ears. You were exhausted, you just wanted it all to be over and back home, with your parents and… with him. You had promised him in the countless letters you had shared during that time that you would return and live together. But you feared that the promise could not be kept.

“Nurse y/n!” Someone called you. “Nurse y/n please we need you to stay with us let’s go!” You felt your body being dragged by one of the soldiers you had attended to not long ago.

You were 20 when the war started that summer of 1914, 22 when you met on the outskirts of London while drawing the landscape, and 24 when you couldn't finish writing that last letter to him.

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ashonheavenscloud · 7 months ago

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i fall || b. chan

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: bang chan x fem!reader, angst of a hopeless love, autumnal wistfulness and nostalgia :(

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 4.8k

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: none

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: i love love love using seasons as a motif oh my goshhhhh. enjoy! (even if it’s heartbreaking)

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Chan should have known from your first whirlwind of a meeting that he’d fallen into something hopeless.

Felix had been the one to introduce the two of you; you’d appeared out of the blue, on a particularly cool autumn afternoon. Chan had been minding his business, listening to Felix rant about his day while the older boy cleaned the coffee shop tables and counters. The place had been empty- courtesy of small town living- and the sound of a bell had alerted the two of them instantly of a new arrival.

His first glimpse of you had been you running, grinning as you all but jumped into Felix’s arms with exclamations and laughter. “Lix! Oh my god, you’re actually still here!”

“And you’re back!” Felix replied, holding you out at arms distance. Chan observed from the sidelines, a little confused but more curious. Your smile was bright and captivating, and he found himself instantly liking you. He didn’t know why, he just had a good feeling about you from the beginning.

“Ah!” Felix exclaimed, seeming to remember Chan’s presence. “Y/n, I’d like you to meet Chan. He’s a good friend.”

You exchanged hellos as Felix babbled, “Chan, Y/n used to live just in the next town. Although she’s been slacking on her visits.”

“Hey, I never promised anything.” You argued, lightheartedly before turning back to Chan.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected when meeting you, but he was surprised when conversation flowed so easily that Felix teased you must have met before and hidden it from him. You were just so engaging and exciting- and it didn’t take long for Chan to consider you close to his heart.

It was odd, considering how different the two of you really were. Chan could never understand your passion for travelling- it came in part with your job, but mostly because- as you confessed- you didn’t like to stay put for long, preferring a more scattered existence. Chan himself found comfort in the stability of the city he’d always loved, it’s steady rhythm that remained a constant in his life. He could never seem to leave it for long- it’s borders were his home, and the people inside his family.

“We, my friend, are clearly very different.” You’d chuckled, shaking your head.

“Can’t be that different.” Chan insisted, ducking behind the cafe counter with a shrug. “How do you feel about blueberry muffins?”

You smiled at him- and looking back, he’d been a lost cause even this early on. He hadn’t been able to help it when your smile was somehow brighter than fireworks and took his breath away just as easily.

Chan wondered for a long time if your meeting was fate. You popped back into his life with every change of the seasons, threw him for a loop and then disappeared again for weeks at a time. Where he figured it should have driven him crazy, he only felt more anticipation for the next whirlwind you brought him- and you never failed to come back no matter how long since your last connection. You returned like autumn; and Chan couldn’t help but fall harder for you every time.

And now your latest visit was just beginning- Felix and Chan had picked you up from the train station the day before, and you’d informed them you planned on staying for longer than your usual couple days. That small piece of news was enough to make Chan both excited and anxious. While he had more time with you, he knew it would speed past like always. He figured he should plan the days, work out his free time and whatnot. However, as always, you seemed to sneak up on him and throw all his meticulous strategizing out the window- and this time was no different.

It was a particularly cool day- only a few nights since your arrival- when he found you standing in a faint drizzle, huddled in a forest green raincoat by the bus stop. Your boots absentmindedly scuffed at the colourful leaves that littered the ground in soaked piles. Their earthy smell was one of your favourite scents, Chan knew; it was something you never failed to remind him of.

You glanced up at him just before he reached you, and a bright smile lit your face. He felt his heart stammer, the damned thing a reminder of your affect on him.

“I always liked the rain.” You raised your face to the sky, smiling at the tiny droplets that coated your face and dampened your hair. The peace in your expression was something Chan envied. Content always seemed to come so easily to you. “It makes me feel alive.”

“I suppose it does.” Chan replied softly, holding his free hand out to let the rain douse his palm. After a minute of silence, he bobbed his umbrella in your vague direction. “Does that mean you wouldn’t like to share this?”

You mumbled something that seemed suspiciously sarcastic before shuffling to join Chan under the umbrella. His nerves tingled at your sudden closeness, the warmth of your body pressed against his side. His heart was beating frantically, and he couldn’t help but grin.

“Thank you.” You peered at him, and nudged him. “What’s with the smile?”

“Nothing.” Chan replied quickly; your smile grew and he felt compelled to add an excuse. “It’s just that you’re right. The rain, it’s… refreshing in a way.”

“Of course I’m right.” You tossed your hair dramatically. “I’m always right.”

Chan laughed, and you flicked water at him.

“It’s nice to see you.”

His eyes swiveled to meet your own, caught off guard by the sudden confession. You were rarely, if ever, forthright with your affection.

“Out of nowhere?” He had to question with a flustered chuckle.

You shrugged, staring out at the grey sky. “I don’t know. It actually seemed overdue.”

And your bus pulled up then, leaving Chan to puzzle over your words as he was left alone in the rain.

He wondered late into the night what exactly you’d meant, his heart becoming a little too excited at the prospect of you staying for a while… whatever a while meant. He knew he shouldn’t hope, but in the early am’s he couldn't help it. He couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to have you here. Here, with him, close enough to touch and hold.

But he was getting carried away, he knew, shaking his head to try and clear it of the ridiculous idea. It didn’t matter what happened in the next two weeks. At the end of it all, you would be gone again. He shouldn’t expect anything.

Yet he hoped- and he hoped more strongly than he’d intended. Perhaps, in hindsight, it hadn’t been entirely his fault. You’d been consistent in meeting him somewhere along his bus route, and the ride through town had been so much lighter with you there to talk with. He asked you so many questions, and you never seemed to grow bored of answering them. How do you take your coffee? Straight black, but on occasion you’d add sugar. Do you like thunderstorms? The only form of rain you didn’t approve of. And even though you travel so much, where do you think your heart calls home? For that one, you’d laughed half heartedly, “I shouldn’t-”

“Tell me.” Chan was far too curious.

You paused to play with the straps of your bag, staring out at the rain and the rainbow of trees. He almost wondered if you might not answer, or say something vague, or reply with ‘I don’t know.’ But then you looked at him with the echo of a smile.

“I suppose it’s always been here.”

He shouldn’t hope. He knew it would bring himself nothing but heartache.

But god, he couldn’t help it with you.

…

As he’d expected, the days flew by. He spent as much time as he could with you- at least, when he could find you. Felix joined you occasionally, but he was often busy with papers to complete and tests to study for. His first year of university was already proving to be difficult. Chan couldn’t complain in this instance- although he felt for the boy, he was also more than happy to spend his time with you, just the two of you. All the while though, he had to remind himself that you weren’t staying- like always, he would watch you leave again.

A couple days before you left, Chan convinced you to meet him at his tiny house. It had been a while since you’d been there, and Chan knew there was a particular something- or someone- you’d like to see.

“Berry!” You exclaimed, the fluffy spaniel immediately racing over at the sound of the door opening. You crouched to pet the puppy, tail wagging enthusiastically, and for a few minutes Chan just watched you with a smile.

“She missed you.”

It was meant to say more than that, and maybe you picked up on that- because you turned your face away with a small grin. “Seems like it.”

Berry decided petting wasn’t enough and ran to find a toy to bring back. In the meantime, Chan urged you further into the house, a small one story that still sometimes felt too big to Chan. It was nice to have someone- even if momentarily- fill it again.

“Nothing’s changed…” you murmured, falling onto the nearby sofa with a sigh. “I don’t even think that pile of clothes in the corner have moved-”

“Hey, of course they have.” Chan laughed, cheeks flaming as he scooped up the various items and stuffing them hastily into his room close by. “Felix dropped these off- he didn’t want them and offered them to me.”

“If you say so.”

Chan threw a pillow at you, which you caught with a laugh and hugged tightly- oddly endearing to him. “Want something to eat? Drink?”

He smiled to himself when he heard your feet hit the floor and patter after him into the kitchen. “Is that even a question?”

He laughed, swinging open the fridge. “Soda?”

“You know me so well.”

He couldn’t help but grin as he pulled out a grape soda for you and a ginger ale for himself. After collecting a small plate of mini donuts to go along, you both settled on the sofa again, with Berry curled up between you.

“You know, I bet it doesn’t taste half bad together.” You insisted, imitating dipping a donut into Chan’s drink.

“No way!”

“It’s not that different from milk and cookies! Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“It’s not about adventure, it’s about-”

“If it’s disgusting, at least you’ll have tried.”

“I’ll stick to what I know, thanks.” Chan laughed, taking a sip of his soda.

You shrugged, grinning.

It was moments like these that filled Chan’s heart the most- and simultaneously made it sink. Because it wouldn’t last. Because soon enough, this house would be painfully empty again. Of course, Felix would come occasionally- when he had time- and Berry was good company. But… it wasn’t the same as you.

“You said nothing’s different.” Chan murmured, setting down his drink.

You blinked at him. “Is there?”

Chan nodded, standing and motioning for you to follow him. He felt strangely nervous as you both entered his bedroom, and Chan stopped just inside.

“Look.”

You paused in the doorway, following where he pointed before your hand flew to cover the gasp from your mouth. “Chan! You got it!”

Chan looked down shyly, fingers lightly brushing the head of the sand coloured guitar sitting beside his bed. “Yeah, I took your advice.”

The last time you’d been here, Chan had confessed to wanting to learn to play the guitar. But he’d been unsure- the cost of the instrument alone had been deterring- but you’d encouraged him to go for it.

“Worst thing that happens is you don’t end up loving it.” You’d told him. “But… you could. You really could.”

Now, you raced over to gently touch the instrument, fingertips tracing the edges. “Oh my god, Chan. And?”

“And… I really like it.” He admitted with a small laugh- for some reason he felt nervous as he lifted the instrument and plopped onto the bed. “I’m sure I’m not that good yet, but-”

“Play for me!” You insisted- ah, right. That’s why he was nervous. Of course you’d ask for him to play.

“I’m still learning, really-”

“I don’t care, I just want to hear you.” You pleaded, sitting beside him on the bed. Your knees brushed his, sending a jolt through Chan’s body at your proximity. Your eyes were shining as he looked back at you, already knowing he was defeated.

He could never help it with you.

“Alright.” Chan blew out a breath. “Don't hope for much though.”

You just waited, chin propped on your hands- and so Chan counted to three in his head, before strumming the first chord.

It was a familiar song to you both- a favourite you both shared, a sentimental love song you knew every word to. And although Chan was slow at remembering the chords, and you weren’t the best singer, a soft melody filled the room as you hummed to his strumming. Chan filled in with harmonies, closing his eyes to listen as peace took over his heart. Your voice, the song- he could live in this moment forever. And he didn’t even notice the way you were watching him, until the song ended and he opened his eyes to find your sparkling gaze and happy smile focused on him.

The last chord faded and was replaced with an almost tangible silence as Chan’s grip on the guitar loosened, and he let it gently slide to the floor. His eyes could not leave yours as he held his breath, fingertips tingling. He wanted to reach out to you, he wanted to take your hand that sat so temptingly close to his on the blankets. Just the thought made his stomach jolt nervously. He was frozen- and then the moment was over.

You blinked and looked away, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re not half bad.”

“Thanks.” Chan replied, because he didn’t know what the hell else to say. His mind was a mess of questions paired with screaming disappointment that he’d let his chance pass.

His chance?

This was what he contemplated long after you’d said goodbye and parted ways. He couldn’t deny the tension that had hovered in the air when your eyes had locked and he hadn’t seemed to be able to turn away. Even more rattling, though, was the heavy feeling of his heart when he thought about that moment. Because…

Gosh, it had never been this hard to imagine you not being here.

Why was it so difficult this time? He’d thought the miles between you would be bearable as long as he knew that you’d turn up again- he’d been fairly content with it for a time- but for some reason, the idea of watching you walk away even once more had him pacing in his room at nearly 4 am two days before your departure. He’d known damn well not to dabble in optimism for this particular situation, but he hadn’t been able to help it. He loved you. He could admit it now, a silent confession to the stars that would listen. He loved you desperately, feverently, hopelessly. And now, he didn’t know if he could say goodbye this time around.

It was either insanity or the product of a panicking, blinded heart- which is, by all accounts, very nearly the same thing- when he asked you to meet him at the cafe you’d first met at those many years ago. It was a cloudy but pleasant evening, the sky barely darkening as a light sprinkling of cold rain dampened the streets. You were already waiting for him when he arrived, and Chan wasn’t sure if the feeling in his chest was warmth or dread when he noticed you’d remembered his coffee order- and it sat across from you, steam curling steadily into the air.

Chan felt anything but steady at this moment. Because he didn’t even know what he was going to say; he just knew he had to do something.

“Hi.” Chan greeted you with a small smile, ducking into the empty seat as you responded with your own hello. Silence settled over the cafe- interrupted only by a shuffling employee’s feet and the whir of machinery- before you cleared your throat.

“You were quite mysterious over the phone.” You stirred the tea in your mug, swirling the tea bag around and around before turning a teasing smile his way. “Well?”

Chan laughed, a short and nervous laugh, before shrugging. “Well,” he blew at his drink to cool it- and to buy himself a bit of time to mull over his words- before saying, “I suppose this is just a last little… something before you-”

His shrug felt heavy, like his very body loathed any reference to you leaving. You merely smiled, as Chan distracted himself with a sip of his cappuccino. Yes. Just the way he liked it…

“Everything comes to an end at some point.” You answered simply with a smile. How could you smile? Chan felt like he was being pulled in two directions, and getting ready to snap. “I mean, even life ends- we all die, don’t we? Ah, gosh-” you laughed, sipping your own drink. “I didn’t mean for it to sound so dark and final.”

He didn’t know what to say. He felt like a thread fraying, piece by piece, and he was sitting here pretending like the thought of you leaving tomorrow didn’t make him bat crazy. He remained silent, gripping his mug a little too tightly.

Either you didn’t notice or didn’t want to say anything, because you just kept talking. “It was wonderful to come. To see you, to see Felix. I’ve always loved this place… especially in autumn.”

Snap. Snap. Each tiny bit of his thread.

“It is beautiful.” He made himself say, a desperate attempt to keep himself together.

You smiled at him, and said, “Thank you for making me feel so welcomed when I’m here, Chan. I… don’t know how to tell you how much that means to me.”

He couldn’t do this.

“Ah, I almost forgot-” you dug into your bag, and pulled out something small. Chan watched as you cradled a small box in your hands. “I meant to give it to you all week but… well, honestly, I didn’t know how to do it.”

You handed it to Chan, who surveyed the creamy white container, simple and plain. And when he opened the box…

It was a picture, framed simply in black. What took Chan’s breath away was the photo- he knew exactly where it was from. Last year, you’d visited for New Years and joined him and Felix and a few other people on the roof of the cafe for a celebration. You’d counted down until the New Year, and in the spur of the moment you’d pecked his cheek- after all, tradition right? you’d said while laughing, while Chan had tried desperately not to appear as flustered as he’d been. You hadn’t made a big deal out of it, so neither had Chan; he hadn’t said anything about it since, and neither had you- but here you were, frozen together in the picture. You’d kept that? Chan barely had time to take it in before you were speaking again, words coming a mile a minute.

“… I found it, so I printed it out and all that- and I don’t know, I thought you might want it. I mean,” you laughed, and it sounded uncharacteristically nervous. “I wanted you to have it. This is kind of my… confession.”

His mind was spinning, but it was still able to latch onto that word- and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.

“Because I’m leaving again, and Chan… I just had to tell you. Isn’t that selfish? But you deserve to know that I care about you more than you might think.”

No. No, why like this?

In every scenario he’d imagined today would go, this hadn't even crossed his mind. You… and him… but you were…

He was trying to grasp words to say, anything at all but they escaped him. He was completely thrown off guard, and his heart felt like it was coming up his throat. His hands dropped to the table, too heavy now to lift. His eyes drifted from the picture frame clutched between his fingers and your hand sitting inches away.

Inches.

You were still speaking, “I kept putting off giving it to you for some reason. But it will be so busy at the train station, and I didn’t want to-”

“You could stay, you know.”

The thread had snapped, the words bursting from him before he’d even registered them- and coming out more choked than he’d intended. You met Chan’s gaze, and he could see the warring of your mind before you slowly shook your head.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, Chan. I feel crowded if I stay here too long. Like I can’t breathe right, like… like I’m trapped.”

He didn’t understand. He knew you cared for him, knew you might even share a fraction of the adoration he had for you. Why wouldn’t you even try?

“I’m not like you, Chan.” You added softly, tracing your index finger absentmindedly against your mug. Maybe to avoid looking at him. “I could never be content with a simple life. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with one, just… I would hate it. I would grow to despise this place, and I’m afraid I might begin to despise you with it.”

“I don’t believe that.” Chan whispered- mostly because he didn’t want to.

You smiled a bit at that, and looked up at him with sad, soulful eyes. “Would you be happy, then, to leave? To come along with me instead?”

He hated the way his eyes burned with the beginnings of tears. And he really hated that you both knew the answer.

“I know.” You whispered, turning away to gaze at the vibrant trees outside. Raindrops slipped from the colourful leaves and splashed into tiny puddles forming along the sidewalk. “That’s why I won’t ask it of you.” After a pause, you said. “It’s a dream, Chan, nothing more.”

“Then why do you keep coming back?”

He caught the smallest tug of your teeth on your bottom lip, before you turned back to him. “Because I liked this dream. Maybe even loved it.”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bear this anymore. The distance had used to excite him in a way, as it kept him on his toes waiting for you- but now it just hurt. He wanted you close and then closer- and then some.

“Just… think about it.” He pleaded, unable to stop himself from reaching out to take your hand. The coolness of your skin sent a rush through his body.

Surprisingly, you didn’t pull away; instead you squeezed his hand, pausing before letting it fall. “See you tomorrow.”

You stood and left the shop; Chan gripped the framed photo long after you’d disappeared from view.

…

The train came too soon.

The packed station made it difficult for Chan and Felix to push their way through. In the meantime, Chan had plenty to think about. To fret about. He played with the sleeves of his jacket. His head was spinning, and he stumbled over the feet of a few passersby.

“Chan?” Felix was watching, confusion arching his brows. “Are you alright?”

Chan shook his head in response. “Come on, we need to hurry.”

It was ten minutes until the train left when, at last, Felix spotted you over the crowd. Chan hung back, a murky gray cloud of dread hanging over his head as Felix said his goodbyes, insisting you call him and visit. Your smile, for some reason, seemed sadder today- especially when it was directed at Chan. He took a deep breath while Felix waited a distance away, and approached you.

It only took your eyes finding his own for the lump to swell in his throat and his eyes to burn as he tried to figure out what to say. Gosh, it had never been this difficult to say farewell.

“Chan-” You gently lifted Chan’s face with your left palm, making him face you. He saw you smile through the blurriness of sudden tears, biting his lip as he desperately tried to halt them. But all he could think about was how unfair this was, and how much he’d missed you. Because he always did, and it hurt more each time he said goodbye.

“Chan?”

“Hmm?” He managed, swallowing roughly. “Y/n?”

You hesitated for a moment, before taking his hand with your free one. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I am. I don’t know, I just… I mean, you’re just perfect…”

“Just not for you, huh?” Chan murmured, clutching your hand like a tight grip could prevent your inevitable departure. Like your grip on his heart could somehow keep you together.

This time you bowed your head, and Chan thought he saw a tiny splinter- a crack in your gaze- before you looked back at him again. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Why not?

He hugged you tightly, afraid of letting go. You had the sense to do so first.

No tearful goodbye; it never was that way with you. Just a forlorn smile and a wave of your hand through the window before you were gone.

But you would come back, Chan assured himself, because you always did. Like the cycle of the seasons, you would return to him soon enough.

But you didn’t this time. You didn’t come back.

Weeks dissolved into months, and months turned into a year. His hope slowly faded into worry and distress at your disappearance, and then a solemn acceptance. That goodbye had been your last; even more he knew it in his heart that you didn’t intend to return.

In hindsight, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it coming. And he blamed himself for it, despite Felix’s assurance that it wasn’t his fault. After all, if he hadn’t pressured you to stay, maybe you’d continue to come and go as you always had. It had been his careless advances that had chased you away, and he’d been foolish to wish for you to remain within arms reach. It would have hurt for you to never find content in staying with him- but he swore it hurt a thousand times more to think that he might never see you again.

He wondered, though, if he could have borne it. Seeing you for brief pockets of time, all while knowing you would leave him again eventually. He tried to imagine it; find a scenario where both of you could be happy and be together. But… how?

Maybe it was for the best, then. If he couldn’t make you happy, it was selfish for him to expect anything from you.

Still… he missed you.

God, he missed you.

It was over two years before he heard anything from you. A mutual friend, Jisung, had run into you in Orlando. The meetup had been quickly relayed to Chan, who jumped at any information of your well-being. And as it turned out, you were doing well. Free and tied down to nothing, you were doing what you loved- exploring the world, finding your next adventure in the great unknown.

And Chan knew that it was the right path for you- even if it hurt to admit. And even if it was hard to be happy for you when he couldn’t seem to let you go himself.

Because everywhere he went, he saw you. Saw what you were, and what you might have been. You lived in his head now that you weren’t here, and he wondered if you would always stay there as his biggest what if? Even more, he wondered if you ever thought about him too.

Chan thought of you for the umpteenth time that week as he stood in a heavy drizzle, an umbrella keeping his body dry as he waited for his bus. Evening was approaching quickly, the sky darkening at an alarming rate. Brightly coloured leaves were tossed in the wind, skittering over the wet pavement. Chan stood perfectly still, listening to the steady rhythm of the rain. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

Eventually he let his umbrella fall back; his eyes turned to the sky before closing as the first droplets of rain fell onto his face. He inhaled deeply, the rich smell of the damp leaves making him smile- even if a little wistfully.

The rain felt a little colder this year, didn't it?

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julieeeeette · 4 months ago

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The one where you work at a coffeehouse and don't know him.

Pairing: Taehyung x you

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 913

Sure, he had a new song at number one on the Billboard charts.

Sure, people screamed his name practically everywhere he went.

Sure, he could date models or actresses or heiresses, or anyone he wanted to.

He wouldn’t even need to ask.

He had more money than he knew what to do with.

His humble start in life had made all of it addictive. It felt good not worrying about whether he could afford a good meal or a nice shirt. He got comfortable and started ordering fancy dinners with lobster, filet mignon, caviar and champagne and wore a $3,000 suit while eating it.

He’d been giddy when he realized the entire meal hadn’t even made a dent in his account.

He hadn’t even realized the success was pulling him under like he’d gotten stuck in a rip tide.

He didn’t know how close he’d come to losing everything.

But then, he saw you.

He’d actually stopped dead in his tracks and walked back several steps when he saw you standing behind the counter at a bakery, smiling at someone while handing them their credit card.

His heart skipped a beat.

He didn’t even think about what he would say. What he would do.

He opened the door and walked inside as though an invisible force had grabbed his soul and guided him in.

He stared down into your eyes when he came up to you.

“Hi!” You beamed up at him. If you noticed him or were even remotely starstruck, you weren’t letting on. You were being professional. It was refreshing to feel… so… normal.

So safe.

“What can I get you?”

He wanted to blurt out a request for your phone number, but stopped himself, glimpsing the microphone in the corner. “Just a coffee, please. When does the mic go live?”

You looked over at it as though you’d forgotten it existed. “Oh. Uh, I think it’s on.”

He smiled at you. “Thanks, love.”

He walked towards the microphone, his heart throbbing in his ears.

Love? Love! What had he been thinking?

He squeezed his eyes shut, becoming aware of how warm the tips of his ears were burning.

He’d never said that to anyone before.

He shook his head and sat on the edge of a wooden stool and cleared his throat as he tapped the microphone and adjusted it.

People glanced over at him and he wished he had a piano to play.

He never quite knew what to do with his hands when sat like this.

What song was he even going to sing?

One came to mind when he glanced over at you watching him with a small smile playing on your lips.

He had to ask you out.

“This one is a piece I’m working on. It’s about a boy who always felt alien. He went to the stars to find himself, only to find out his real home was in the heart of someone on Earth.”

That sounded dumb, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

He licked his lips and let his deep, smooth voice glide through the small shop like warm caramel, the words coming surprisingly easily to him.

When he finished, he glanced down at his frantically drumming foot and scoffed as he drew in a deep breath, relieved at the steady applause that filled his ears.

He stood and bowed with a smile, holding his red tie to his chest before walking back to the counter where you stood with a cup of coffee in your hands.

“That was beautiful, but I’m sure you know that.” You chuckled, handing the coffee to him as your cheeks glowed.

He couldn’t help but notice how you jumped when his fingers brushed against yours. He gave a breathy laugh and smiled at you.

“I didn’t have half of that written.” He sipped the bitter liquid and did his best not to flinch. He watched you move to the side and take up a small spoon. “You were my muse.”

You shuffled the spoon full of white powder over his coffee then gave it a quick stir. “Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.”

He took a sip, preparing for the coffee to be too sweet, only to find it was nicely rounded and easily palatable. His eyes went wide and looked at the container you’d grabbed the spoon from.

“It’s salt.” You offered with a shrug. “It helps neutralize the bitterness.”

“It’s perfect.” He took another sip and glanced around, eyeing his agent who stood by the door. She held her hand up and pointed to her watch. “I have to get going. But, if you’re open to it, I’d like to see you again. May I? Please?”

You looked up at him with a mix of excitement, wariness, and confusion as your lips parted and your eyes grew.

He almost thought you’d say no.

“I don’t even know your name.”

Oh.

Years of being spoiled came crashing around him.

He bowed his head as every nerve in his body seemed to be simmering with excitement. If you were being honest and really didn’t know him, this was his chance to be authentically himself.

He could be free. He could be normal.

“I’m Kim Taehyung.”

“It’s nice to meet you Taehyung.” You bowed your head in return. “I’m Y/N and I’m off at six.”

He raised the cup of coffee with a grin. “I’ll be here.”

#bts #bts fic #taehyung #taehyung fic #bts fluff #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #bts fanfiction #taehyung fluff #taehyung drabble #bts drabble

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idrinkteawhenifeeldeadinside · 15 days ago

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Pit Babe episode 6 rewatch/live commentary (part 1)

Who's ready for some Papa/Mama shenanigans ???

Even i'm motivated to race against Babe now

The gloves, THE GLOVES (no, i'm not crying)

How can Way, of all people, doubt Babe when it come to racing ?

Babe trying multiple time to push out his Senses and getting nothing

That was a d*ck move Babe ! But he's so happy behind the wheel

And Dean is panicking....you're doing good baby

So close and yet

It not the right time to be a tease Babe

maybe a single word of acknowledgment toward Dean....Alan ? Way?

So not only Alan is breaking every single promises he made to Dean but he just flat out ignore him ??? He's failing this boy so bad

Also Dean was in front a Charlie during a good part of the race and he and Charlie were neck to neck at the finish line.

And also, in episode 10 Babe, Charlie and Dean are racing...so why not make both Dean and Charlie part of the "active" racer for the season ? Did i miss something about the incoming race ???

I think Alan need to rethink his definition of "valued"

All this time, he was seeking approval and acknowledgment from Alan (and Babe to an extent),somewhere to belong, just to have everything ripped off from him.

Even if what Alan is saying is the truth......

......Dean betrayal was inevitable at this point. Too many broken promises, too many times having his felling disregarded.

oh but Alan, he doesn't trust you anymore

His entire storyline was like witnessing a train wreck in slow motion. The tragedy feels inevitable when in reality there was so many track switches possibility along the way, but no one cared enough to even try pulling the lever.

Can you tell his my favorite ?

Alaxa, play "Background Noise" by Late Night Savior ft Acacia Ridge

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Let's go back to the episode shall we ?

You're so not fooling him, Uncle!

And Charlie is being a little sh*t

Best wingman ever

Charlie and his "Uncle, really ?" face

And then you wonder why Way is being delulu

Way is trying so hard to sway Babe, it's hilarious,

I saw that hand Charlie, and Way saw it too 😌

The cringiest scene in the show, lord

Pink smoothie !

thank every deities, that coffee shop is nearly empty

A round of applause for Alan, for finally apologizing

Same girls

Now, if "Love actually" exist in this universe, did they make the story with the A/B/O subgender? And if yes,what subgender do you think the cataractes in the movie are, or even the actors ? For exemple, Colin Firth ?

Wait this also mean that Pride and prejudice 1995 with Colin Firth exist in this universe.......Omega Mr Darcy???? Anyone

I should stop there before i turn this into a rabbit hole and spend the next few weeks writing nonsense.

...........OMG imagine the Twilight saga !!!!!!!!!!

Moving on

I agree with Alan, mainstream romance movie are lackluster those past few years

7/10 can do better

But who cares about the grading, you're already forgiven Uncle

Haw, that sweet, not wanting him to be alone anymore

Alan inching closer little by little

Just sit on is lap at this point

The neck grabbing ! The pinch of the cheek

Jeff is so happy to have Alan back

Non tu crois ?!

There really is no one who believe in Dean at this point ...

He's asking you on a date dummy !

Not only as he already fallen for you, but he's not even trying to get up

You can see where Charlie thinks Babe gonna take him. Naughty puppy

And Babe sees it too

Charlie sounds so disappointed, being in the middle of nowhere....i'm laughing every time

Headcanon time = little Babe was fascinated by the stars. Adult Babe can still point and name the stars and constellations.

Jealous Charlie, who would have thought?

Babe just can't take his eyes off of him

Nani ????? Poor boy! And once again that was a d*ck move Babe 🤣

It's beautiful. Babe came from such a long way

-When i say that Pooh mastered "eyes acting"

What the f*ck Charlie. This is so random.......Did becoming boyfriend annihilated all of this man inhibition ?

Like "oh let's just bring up my most profound kink, right now, after this heartfelt declaration !"

But whatever is happening in Charlie magnificent brain, Babe is on board !

Lets note that Babe is not saying NO !

"Why am i Mama" say the babygirl while giggling and kicking his feet......

oh don't worry Charlie, he likes, no he LOVES it (enough to make it happen *cought*season 2*cough*)

Truth to be told, at first, i didn't expect Babe to call himself Mama.....even though it make so much sense

Who does it like them, really ? Anyone else and that entire Papa/Mama thing would not only be very cringe but also it would and could not work.....i don't know how to explain this

Yeah, more roleplay !

"Making love"....don't mind me, i'm emotional

Hello Pavel's leg !

Hello Pavel's other leg !

Pavel, you can't just......and then expect us to not........argh!

Let's stop here for part one ! So we can start part 2 with Way being a sad boi, yeah!

#Dean storyline breaks my heart every single time #pit babe the series #charliebabe #kentakim #winnerdean #pit babe polycule #northsonic #alanjeff #peteway #pitbabeanniversary

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luckyshotwrites · 11 months ago

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What I'd Do As My Enemies Wife (Widfali AU)

Chapter 1 - I'm Married To WHO?!?

Contents (Warnings): Getting caught in another universe (Shenanigans with Alexander and Lynette).

Wordcount: 2,700+

Side note: Thank you, @novorehere for being the menace that made me draw them going on a date and @aramastus for suggesting this AU idea in the first place! Love you guys! AGAIN, this is a goofy what if scenario. If you haven't read Widfali I'd recommend reading it first! That being said this is going to be much lighter and sweeter than what's been going on in the story thus far, hope you enjoy!

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Lynette

I refused to remove my body from the warm, firm mattress underneath me, regardless of my slowly chilling, blanketless arms and legs.

My alarm hasn't rung yet.

I nuzzled further into the comforting heat. And in retaliation, the rest of me that didn't have contact with it burst with goosebumps. It disturbed my pleasant slumber.

I sat up, grumbled, and gathered my orientation. I was on a couch, not a bed. Oh, I fell asleep on Wicks again. I hope I didn't drool on him this time.

Groggily rubbing my eyes, I studied him. My body tensed when I saw the difference in structure. Their chest was more defined in their tight navy tank top, and their arms were adorned with muscles like cannon balls.

Most importantly, their skin wasn't the light olive my brother had either.

A yelp escaped my lips, and I panicked and scrambled back on the couch. Why is Alexander in my apartment? I didn't recognize the home I was in. Or am I in his...?!

He got up and groaned. His eyes opened, and he turned to me in confusion. "Why are you here?" Much like me, he looked over the couch and room.

The house looked neat and clean. A coffee table in front of us, as well as gaming systems and shelves of games along the undershelf below them. There was even a cat tower next to it, too.

"Is this not your new place?" I pointed to the cat tower. That wouldn't explain why I was here. Or...resting on him.

He stood up, inspecting the space and sniffing the air. "I thought this was your place, your scents everywhere." He then sniffed at his own clothes. "Why the hell do I smell like you?"

I'M NOT TELLING HIM THAT. "This isn't my place." I was also about to pull myself up, but out of nowhere, a figure appeared in front of me.

"Good, you're both awake!"

I squeaked out, and Alexander pushed himself between us. The floating girl walked backward as if the air was solid beneath her. Her navy blue hair fluttered and waved like she was underwater.

Alexander's eyes glowed when he faced her, "who are you?"

Their voice came out soft and sounded next to my ear. "Well, my name is a little hard to pronounce in English, but let's go with Ceram." The light sapphire blue being with horns whisked around the living room as she spoke, "I'm known as an observer of sorts. We are tasked with keeping the separation between universes."

"Between universes?" I muttered. Does this mean multiple universes exist?

"Yes and..." She cleared her throat, "Unfortunately for you, darlings, there was a recent teeny, itty, bitty issue with multiple beings from different universes switching places with their respective counterparts."

Alexander followed her movement. "Do you think we're stupid?"

She tilted her head and made an X with her fingers, "No, well, maybe sometimes, but not in this instance, no."

Alexander crossed his arms over his chest, "What do you mean sometimes?"

"You act like we've met before."

"We haven't." She held up a finger and grabbed a book that appeared out of thin air." I have read your files, though." Ceram slammed the book down on the coffee table, and she threw it open. When she did, a plethora of pages exploded from it. Alexander pushed back partially into me.

"Your lives are recorded in these bad boys in case of events like this."

Her smile twitched, and she shook her head. "Listen, you both are in a different universe. This one, you're both much older." She flew near Alexander and peeked back at me behind him. "Luckily, you guys haven't changed appearance-wise."

She closed the book, and all the pages that were sticking out and going off the table were sucked back in. Alexander inspected it, and her purple-eyed gaze fell on me.

"Thus, since you both have been sent to an alternate universe, you must act like your married counterparts."

"Married...I got married?!" I gasped. I haven't even gone on a proper date! I despised the memory of the only time I did go on a date and threw up on them. How did I get married?

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed, "to who?"

She looked at us, confused. Then pointed from Alexander to me.

Alexander's eyes met mine, and then, in unison, we both exclaimed and turned back to her. "WHAT!?"

WHY WOULD I EVER DATE XANDER!?! LET ALONE MARRY HIM! My stomach started to feel queasy thinking about it.

"What kind of sick joke is that? Why would I ever date a human?" Alexander protested with a perturbed growl.

Ceram threw her pink fingertips up, "Okay, okay. It's a long story in this universe." She spun the book on the table, and the cover and the title changed. "Here's the story as to how they got together-" The pages went all over the place again, and she stuffed them back inside. "How about I give you the last month of their activity? I'm sure you can piece it together from there."

I was in too much disbelief to say anything. Why Alexander?

He put his hand over the book, preventing her from reopening it. "Even if what you said was true, why do we have to play along? We need to go back to our universe."

"I'm working on it." She laid her hand on Alexander's. He pulled his back. She exhaled, "This is the first time it's happened on a wide scale, so we're having trouble figuring out how to fix it. So, we aren't sure what might happen if you don't. It could be nothing—you could tell everyone you come from another universe, and it's all dandy or," she chuckled nervously and spoke quietly. "or your universes might end up collapsing because of the mass recognition of you both being in the wrong one."

"You're fucking with us."

"No," she sighed. "I wish I was."

"We play along, or we all die?" I whimpered, how am I supposed to process this?

Ceram floated near us both, leaving the book on the table. "If it makes you feel any better, it's not only you two; there are a lot of others who were also thrown into other universes."

Alexander narrowed his eyes, "how did this even happen?"

Ceram hummed and didn't answer. "That's a very good question." She swayed back, her body moved by the book on the coffee table again. "You're both happily married, and this book should answer any questions about your lives here that you'll need."

"You didn't answer my question," Alexander said.

An infinity symbol glowed upon her forehead, "Look at the time, gotta go! I'll be back to check on you guys later!" She vanished before we could get in another word.

I studied the coffee table's edges and the book. "What just happened?"

"I don't fucking know," Alexander grumbled, our eyes met briefly. For some reason, I broke away first out of embarrassment.

This is too weird. "Do you think Ceram was lying?" I walked around the living room, studying the shelves and the games. A lot of the books and games were stuff I was interested in. I found myself surprised, seeing a photo of him. Is Alexander smiling? I had never seen him smile like that except when he held Sasha. You look a lot better when you smile. I kept the thought to myself. I didn't want to argue with him right now.

"She had so much fucking magic, I felt like I was suffocating." His eyes stopped their glow. "This place isn't created with mind manipulation. I'd like to think I'd know..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "and I can't imagine someone gaining something from us like this."

I nodded in agreement. "Do you think it's a prank?"

"It's too elaborate," Alexander inspected the room too. He picked up one of the pictures with us in it and looked at me.

"What?"

He squinted and put it back down, "Nothing."

Fine. I walked back to the coffee table, knelt beside it, and picked up the book. "Ceram said this is about a month of us- or them together. Maybe it'll have some sort of answer?"

"Yeah," Alexander said, looking more annoyed as he checked over everything.

...

Alexander

He pinched himself when she started reading. This isn't some sort of weird ass dream.

His nose continued to pick at her scent. He smelled it no matter where he went, and his stomach growled in response.

Fuck me.

His attention, involuntarily, moved to Lynette. She was hunched over and reading. He took in another deep breath. The sweet and alluring air told his body to get closer.

He bit down on his bottom lip until it broke, and the sour, foul taste of his blood drowned out his instincts. I need to go out and get someone. He needed an excuse to escape from the house and away from the Shrimp anyway.

Alexander got ready to tell her that and stopped. I can't leave her here alone; she can't protect herself. He doubted Ceram was after either of them for any particular reason. If they had wanted her alone, they wouldn't have brought me. He rubbed his temples and paced around. None of this makes any sense unless we trust what she said.

To him, this was too crazy of a scenario to be a lie.

But why the hell would I end up with a human? His eyebrows dropped when he stared. I eat them. His frustration climbed up his throat.

"Of course, out of the billion or so humans in the world, I still end up stuck with you," Alexander said, low enough for her to hear.

She didn't lift her eyes from the page. "You invited me."

"I did," He stood across from her and attempted to read the page she was on. "If you were like any other human, I wouldn't have."

She raised her bashful gaze, "At least one of us isn't upset you invited me. The money's great." She spoke under her breath, " I just don't understand why some of you are jerks."

Alexander scoffed, and a slightly bothered smile showed. "You're the one that gets yourself in most of those scenarios."

"I do not!"

"You're a human. You shouldn't be getting involved or close to monsters anyway."

"And technically, my family is too, in some way, shape, or form, and they're nice! So is Viola, Tila, Elliot, June, Zane's a little weird, Drake-"

Alexander laughed, "Drake?"

Her lip pushed out in a pout, "WAY nicer than you."

"What have I done to you?"

She brought her hands up and balled her fists. She swung them around a little, then slammed them down as gently as she could, "Plenty! You chase me around, threaten to eat me constantly, you also practically..." she shivered. "Drooling every time you look at me, and you always look so annoyed with me-" she pointed at his face. "Like right now!"

Alexander turned his head to the side. It's not my fault. "I'm hungry—what do you expect."

"I can't even have a normal conversation with you!"

"That's the way my fucked up body is," Alexander pulled back, his mouth tightened, and he pressed his teeth together. "I-" A single letter left him before his mouth refused to continue.

He changed his response as he usually did.

"You're what I eat. I'm a fucking half Wendigo. I'm hungry all the damn time. Yeah, sure, it's better now than before, but it's still in my fucking head." Alexander replied. "If you don't like it, don't talk to me."

Lynette lowered her brows, and her eyes clung to him. He could see the sympathy he'd only ever received from his family.

He broke their eye contact, "Tell me if the book says anything important, I'm going to keep looking around."

Alexander walked away from her, checking over every little thing he could. The kitchen, laundry room, closets, dining room, and now he was moving upstairs too.

Everything seems normal. He walked into the massive master bedroom. His eyes squinted over it. He noticed the Wakizashi sword near the bed. He smiled. One of Drake's nerd gifts.

He realized it only helped prove that this alternate universe self had at least some similarities to him, or if this was a setup somehow, they did their homework.

He next moved to the dresser in front of the bed, near what he figured was the master bathroom. He searched through the top drawers; they were things he'd wear. He continued to go through each one and raised a brow conspicuously.

"What the hell is this?" He took out what he thought was a crop top and held it in front of his face. His eyes fell to the two prominent mound-like shapes protruding outward.

When it clicked, Alexander freaked out and dropped it immediately. He faced away, and his cheeks burned.

His mind steadily wandered to the one accursedly embarrassing time at the Halloween party.

SHUT UP, BRAIN. He quickly picked it up, threw it in the drawer, and slammed it shut. He exhaled hard, letting go of relief and annoyance simultaneously.

Alexander stumbled back and sat on the bed. "Why would I even be with Lynette?" He inhaled and groused curses under his breath. His body focused on her damn scent again. He pulled his navy tank top to his nose again. Why do I smell so much like her? His mouth filled with saliva. It's like she rubbed herself all over me.

His empty abdomen groaned louder, and he clenched it. A low growl left his vocals.

He pushed off the bed. Fuck it, we're getting out of this damn house, and I'm going to eat. He'd imagine she'd complain about him eating someone, but he lost all his will to care.

He marched out of the room and heard her shriek from below. Without a second thought, his body propelled him forward, and he ran to the balcony. He grabbed the railing, threw his body off, and landed with a giant THUD against the hardwood floor. He flicked up and assessed Lynette. No one was around her, nor did she look hurt besides her deep red-tinted face.

"What?" He asked as her lip quivered.

"I-I f-found a part of the book that's uh-has, well-" she stumbled over her words.

Why is she acting so flustered? What did she read between the other us... He could feel the burning redness on his face returning, too, "S-sex?"

Lynette squeaked, "N-NOO!" She voice weakly exclaimed, "worse!"

Alexander couldn't respond. His jaw hung slightly open in disbelief. His thoughts created figments of things that could be worse and fit the same bright red mortification she wore. WHAT KIND OF FREAKS ARE THEY?! "WHAT COULD BE WORSE?!"

She dragged the book closer to her body and refused to show him. "D-don't worry about it."

"Oh hell no, this isn't some journal situation. You're showing me." He leaned over the table to grab it.

She got up from the floor and stumbled back toward the kitchen. "No, if you read it, you'll say something about it!"

"I don't care, Shrimp. If I'm involved, I deserve to know whatever the fuck worse is." Alexander wasn't going to leave his curiosity unanswered.

He grabbed her wrist and brought her close enough for his other hand to steal the book. He turned his back to her and held it high so she couldn't reach it.

"XANDER!"

He opened it to about the middle.

"H-hey! I didn't read that far!" She complained, and he was going to start here anyway.

"Alright! Xander. I'll tell you where just- don't say anything about it."

He skeptically peered at the short girl and dropped it on the coffee table. He didn't say yes to her terms, but she searched the book to find the exact page anyway.

"Here."

He prepared to read the worst. Nothing so far. He soon got to the end of the page, read what he believed she meant, flicked back at her and, in flabbergasted frustration, yelled, "YOU THINK LETTING ME EAT YOU WILLINGLY IS WORSE?!"

...

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kingyo-konbini · 2 years ago

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KINGYO COFFEEHOUSE [SUGAWARA KOUSHI X READER]

[SUMMARY] sugawara has a secret crush on a girl in shimizu's class. shimizu secretly plots a meet-cute for her friend. [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] fluff | meet-cute [POV] third person [WORD COUNT] 1879 [CONTENT] crushes | coffee shops | reader's unnamed older brother | one curse word (shit)

“Have you ever heard of this place?”

“Kingyo Coffeehouse? Nope, I don’t think so. You?”

“Not until Kiyoko recommended it to us. It looks nice, though.”

The outside was very humble, a dark maroon-and-white striped awning covering the doorway and large hanging plants hung from the inside by the windows, their vines spiraling down the edges like curtains. There were two small tables to the right of the front door, each having two chairs to sit on. Maroon umbrellas were situated in the centers of each table, open and providing shade. The shop’s name was printed on a smooth dark brown sign in the window, two painted goldfish bordering the words.

“You know, I didn’t take her as a coffee person, but I guess I can kind of see it.” Sugawara said with a shrug, walking up to the door that Azumane was holding open.

“I guess. She probably just orders tea, though.” Sawamura followed Sugawara, Azumane ending the train and letting the door swing closed behind him.

“I wonder how she heard about this place.” Sugawara mused, examining the neat interior and taking in the warm scent of coffee.

“It is kind of hidden.” Sawamura agreed, eventually shrugging and walking up to the counter, Azumane and Sugawara following. “My treat. What do you guys want?”

“Be with ya in a sec.” A grouchy looking young man spoke, his back to the three as he worked on finishing up what looked like several orders. A small group of businessmen were waiting off to the side, chatting amongst themselves, all dressed up in their work clothes even on a Sunday.

“Something light, probably an iced caramel macchiato.” Sugawara hummed, looking at the menu.

“I’m getting tea.” Azumane decided. “Iced black tea sounds good.”

“Shit.” They heard the employee hiss, their attention turning to him and the cup of milk spilled over the counter and onto his apron. Grumbling to himself, he marched over to a door in the back and swung it open, leaning inside the opening. “[Name]! Come help!”

The three instantaneously furrowed their brows in confusion and looked at each other, Sugawara’s ears heating up. It couldn’t be-

“What did you do?” [Last Name] [First Name] said in exasperation, looking at the man’s apron and the look on his face. “Jeez. Come on, dude.”

“Shut up and help me out. You take their orders while I finish these ones. Where’s dad?”

“In the back doing numbers.” [Name] answered, still not looking at the boys at the counter. She pulled her hair back, away from her face, and washed her hands, slipping an apron on afterwards and finally facing the customers. “Oh.” She said, eyes blown wide. “Uh, hey guys.”

[Last Name] [First Name] was a fellow third year at Karasuno and Sugawara’s recent crush. He hadn’t been fully aware of her existence until a couple months ago, having stumbled across her reading in the courtyard. The moment he saw her hair shift in the wind and the way her fingers carefully flipped the pages, he was done for.

After that he kept seeing her everywhere: during lunch, between classes, after school, in the mornings; he couldn’t escape, and honestly, he didn’t want to.

Sawamura and Azumane had easily figured out what was going on with their friend, repeatedly trying to get him to talk to her and failing each time. Shimizu must have figured it out and knew that her classmate worked here, and that this would be the only way to get Sugawara to talk to her.

“Hey, [Last Name], right?” Sawamura cleared his throat and took the initiative.

“That’s me.” She confirmed with a nod. “You guys are on the volleyball team, right?”

“Yep.” Sawamura nodded. “Funny running into you here, we didn’t know you worked here.”

“I just help out sometimes.” [Name] shrugged, fiddling with her fingers. “My dad owns this place. That’s my brother.” She motioned towards the grumpy young man, who was finishing up the businessmen’s orders. “Anyways, what can I get you guys?”

“Just a small water for me. Suga?” Sawamura turned to his friend, who promptly pretended to not notice the glint in his eyes.

“Small iced caramel macchiato, please.”

[Name] nodded and scribbled the orders onto the cups. She turned to Azumane. “You?”

“Small iced black tea, please.” He spoke politely. [Name] nodded again and scribbled the order onto a new cup.

“All of this on one ticket?”

“Yes.” Sawamura nodded and pulled out his wallet, gathering up the bills. [Name] put the orders into the computer and told him the total, which was less than they were expecting.

“I’m giving you a discount. I don’t ever see any classmates here.” [Name] chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of her head. “Sawamura, Sugawara, and Azumane?” She pointed to each as she guessed their names, eyes lighting up once they confirmed. “Oh, I'm glad I didn’t mess that up.” She laughed and slid back the change. “I’ll get your orders out in just a moment.”

“Thank you.” They each said, meandering off to where the businessmen had stood, having left after receiving their drinks. As they waited, Sugawara made a point to not acknowledge the looks he was getting from his friends, choosing instead to scroll mindlessly through his phone.

“You want me to make this one?” They heard [Name]’s brother ask.

“No it’s fine, I got this under control. Go get a new apron or something.”

Her brother grumbled and they watched as he opened the door [Name] had come down from and went inside, the door shutting behind him. In just a few minutes [Name] walked over to they boys and placed the drinks on the bar, smiling.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” They said again, each grabbing their respective drink. Sugawara took a sip and was pleasantly surprised at how good it tasted, the espresso not too bitter and the caramel drizzle not sickly sweet. It felt good to drink something cold, helping to cool down the innate embarrassment he’d been filled with since realizing Shimizu had set him up.

“So, what are you three up to today?” [Name] asked, glancing to make sure nobody was waiting on her.

“We were on our way to get some new shoes for Asahi. His are worn out.”

“Oh,” [Name] nodded. “I guess they’d get worn down pretty heavily from all that running and jumping. It’s nice that you guys hang out outside of practices and games and stuff.”

“Yeah, we’re friends.” Sawamura shrugged. “Besides, Kiyoko told us about this place and that it was on the way to the store, so we figured we’d check it out.”

“Shimizu-san?” [Name] mumbled, eyes widening a little as though she’d realized something. “I see. Well, I’m glad you guys did. Like I said, we don’t really get students from Karasuno coming in, and I don’t really hang out with anyone outside of my club members, so it’s nice to have some contact with you all.” She laughed sheepishly and messed with her hair, brushing it away from her eyes.

“I feel that.” Sawamura nodded. “We don’t really hang out with anyone outside of the team, either.” He joined in her laughing, Azumane chuckling and Sugawara smiling while trying to hide the fact that he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Well, you guys are welcome here anytime you want, the rest of the team included.” She stifled her laughs and sent them a blinding smile, eyes landing on Sugawara. “I hope you all have a good day, and good luck with the shoes, Azumane-san.”

“Thank you, [Last Name]-san. You too.” Azumane smiled and bowed a little, his ears a little pink.

“Thanks for the drinks.” Sawamura smiled and bowed a little as well before he and Azumane headed towards the door.

“Yes, thank you, [Last Name]-san. The drink is really good.” Sugawara said, trying to keep his voice steady. [Name]’s smile somehow brightened even more, and she perked up.

“I’m glad. Have a good day, Sugawara-san.”

“You too.” He bowed his head slightly before rushing after his friends, who were waiting for him by the door. Once the three had exited and the door was shut, Sawamura elbowed Sugawara in the ribs, who let out a short ‘oof’ and jumped away, ignoring the teasing grin on his face.

“We’ll have to thank Kiyoko for the recommendation, tomorrow.” Sawamura whistled, Azumane nodding beside him.

“Come on, I really don’t know why you guys are making this a big deal.” Sugawara sighed, taking another sip of his drink. “It’s just a little crush. I don’t actually know her.”

“Then ask her out!” Sawamura insisted, speeding up to walk in step with his friend.

“She doesn’t know me! Why would she say yes?”

Azumane and Sawamura glanced at each other before the latter rolled his eyes. “Did you really not see the way she was looking at you? The fact that she made your drink first? I think the feeling’s mutual.”

“Shut up.” Sugawara shook his head. “It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Fine.” Sawamura held his hands up in defeat. “Don’t say I didn’t try to do anything, though.”

...

“Who were they?” [Name]'s brother asked, tying his apron back on. [Name] watched them through the window, a flustered smile on her face.

“Classmates. They’re on the boys’ volleyball team.”

“Do you know them?”

She shrugged. “Not really, but one of the girls who sits near me in class is the team’s manager. I’ve seen them practicing a couple times.”

“Mmhm.” He glanced at her through the corner of his eyes, staying silent as he fetched the mop and began to clean up the spilled milk. “You’re a horrible liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Then you’re hiding something.”

“Shut up. You spilled milk everywhere.” She huffed and folded her arms, grateful that the cafe was now empty.

“Tell me.”

“Do you really want to know?”

His eyes flashed and narrowed. “Yes.”

The corners of her lips twitched into a devilish grin. “Well, one of them -Sugawara-san, the one with the light hair- is super cute and is a really good player, and he just so nice, and I think I have a crush on him, and Shimizu-san -that’s the girl I sit next to- found out somehow and told me that Sugawara-san is in the university prep class- how cool is that? And he’s the vice captain of the team, so responsible and handsome-“

“Shut up, shut up, I get it.” Her brother held up his hands in surrender. “I’ve learned my lesson.” [Name] chuckled and undid her apron, grabbing the used mop and moving to put both away. “Is any of that true?”

“Oh, yeah.” [Name] snorted. “He's nice and a good player, and Shimizu-san did tell me that he’s in the university prep class and that he’s the vice captain of the team when I was asking about her club."

“You don’t have a crush on him?”

“I don’t know him.” [Name] shrugged. “He is cute though.”

Her brother grunted and resumed his work while [Name] turned away, a small smile and light blush lighting up her features.

Finally, they'd gotten a proper introduction. She'd have to thank Shimizu-san when she saw her at school.

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soemthingsparkly · 8 months ago

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hello! I just finished reading the most recent chapter of your Hermitcraft Coffee Co. fic, and I would LOVE to see the deleted scenes you mentioned in the notes at the beginning of the chapter! I'm loving this AU btw, it's so good! :))

Hi Hi Hi!!!! Just to let you know, I am vibrating with exitement because of this. LET ME FETCH ONE.

AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING THE FIC THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. :D <33

The Hermit Coffee Co. Chapter 10 Deleted Scene: Short King Squad

“Oh, sorry, my bad, my bad,” he says, and then leans into Mumbo and stage-whispers, “Jeez, these nerdy frat boys are so sensitive.”

Mumbo slides his gaze towards Grian, to find the man staring back with mischief.

“I’m not going to bite, G,” he says, causing Grian to break out in a delighted grin.

“Oh, but you want to,” Grian teases. “And that’s almost just as good.”

Mumbo rolls his eyes, which makes Grian laugh again and both are too distracted by each other to notice the look that Tango and Impulse exchange.

[CUT]

Tango reaches over and takes his phone back. “I sketched them up last night after work. It was actually Grian here that inspired me with his little…” Tango wiggled his fingers in the direction of Grian’s wrist. “Friendship bracelet.”

Grian’s expression sours and he tucks both hands under the table. “It’s not a friendship bracelet.”

“But you do match with Jimmy and Joel, don’t you?” Mumbo asks, pressing a finger to his chin. Grian’s eyes glint and the corner of his lips twitch in amusement.

It makes things easier again and the discomfort in Mumbo subsides a little.

Tango is wearing a joyous smile at this interaction. “Aka, bracelets that signify your friendship, also known as… friendship bracelets.”

Grian huffs and rolls his eyes, which makes Mumbo chuckle in delight. Without much prior thought, Mumbo snakes his arm around Grian’s shoulders and pulls him into his side for a brief squeeze.

“It's okay, G, the friendship bracelet isn't embarrassing,” Mumbo says, ruffling his hand through Grian’s mop of styled chestnut locks. “It’s the fact that it says Bad Boy that really makes people cringe.”

Grian cackles at that and Mumbo feels a warm surge of pride, even when Grian pushes him off.

Tango clicks his tongue.

“Actually, Mumbo, Grian, I think you’ll find that cringe culture is dead and the concept of “coolness” is a social construction that exists within the insecure to alienate others."

Impulse takes a sip of his beer and shrugs one shoulder.

“I don’t know, T, that sounds a little like an argument someone uncool might make.”

Grian snickers and Tango points an orange painted fingernail in Impulse’s direction. He grins and says, “Be quiet, or no hoodie for you.”

Impulse mimes locking his lips.

“Careful, mate,” Mumbo says with a wink and returns his arm to resting comfortably on the back of Grian’s chair. “You don't want your custom nerd hoodie on the line.”

“It’s cool to be a nerd now, actually,” Tango mutters, folding his napkin into a neatly tucked triangle.

Zedaph pats his shoulder. “Don’t worry, T, you're almost 30. You don't have to worry about being cool anymore.”

Tango grimaces. “I’m 27! That's not almost 30.”

Grian mock-gasps. “Woah, I didn't realise you were so old, Tango. You don’t look a day over 15.”

Having just taken a sip of his drink, Mumbo quickly brings a hand to his mouth to stop himself from spitting it out or choking.

“When’s your growth spurt due, by the way?” Grian asks and Zedaph barks a laugh at that.

Tango, clearly enjoying himself, jabs an accusing finger in Grian’s direction. “Hey now, don't you start. Where’s your step-stool, shorty?”

“Oh, I leant it to Bdubs.”

“I HEARD THAT,” comes a shout from the other end of the table and that draws a pure cackle of delight from Tango.

“Nice one, G,” he says, swiping a finger across his lower lid, before holding his fist out to Grian.

After the briefest hesitation, Grian leans forward across Mumbo and brushes his knuckles against Tango’s.

He doesn't sit quite so far back on his return and ends up neatly tucked up against Mumbo’s side.

[END]

It's not super polished, but I did enjoy writing Grian and Tango joining forces to bully Bdubs, so I'm very glad you asked to see it :D I hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you for stopping by, it means a lot to me! <3

#The Hermit Coffee Co. Deleted Scene #The Hermit Coffee Co.#Jaz answers #Jaz writes #paint-in-flames

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yellowcry · 6 months ago

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Welcome to the family Madrigal.

Part 2. Aka Agustín and Luisa are confused

While Agustín was chatting with the adults of the family, learning more of how things were in here. The Madrigals were the leading family here in a way but didn't hold a bad opinion about the rest of the town. The kitchen was small, the presented people, Two Rojas, and three Madrigals shrunk, fighting for space. The old wooden shutters swayed on the wind, somewhere an old clock beat its melody.

Julieta was careful, even pedantic in a way. Moving with more grace than a beautiful swan. This deserved even more admiration, taking the fact that it wasn't their house. Just a place where they had stayed for the time being. Agustín had noticed the ruins on the hill, what used to be a beautiful house before and now was turned into a pile of debris. He knew how awful it felt when the normality was stripped away, broken into a thousand glass pieces.

Félix talked about everything. Shining with optimism so much, that Agustín almost could see him glowing in a bright sunshine.

Luisa drummed her fingers against the table — the sound that was accepted as a clock ticking by mistake earlier.

The next to come in was a very exhausted teenager, pulled by a toddler. Closer to Félix in look than to Julieta, even if her facial features were showing in some way, confirming Agustín's first internal thought that those two could be married.

The older boy didn't look any bothered about the people he hadn't met. More excited, the same way Félix was. The younger one tucked his sister's arm. Mirabel chuckled and put him on her lap, wishing Toñíto a good morning.

"Hola, Señor!" The older boy stared at him.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, I'm..." Agustín started, trying to be polite. Even if both boys looked young, even younger than Mirabel, they still were important people just because of how much importance their Abuela had played.

The boy laughed, lowering his voice, now fitting more to Félix. "I'm so proud!" Immediately, Félix pulled him away, scolding him for this.

From the following conversation, Agustín had found out that he was wrong in his assumption again. As Camilo called Julieta as 'Tiá'. It left him stunned for a bit. Even if there wasn't much, they looked related. Maybe extended family? It would explain why they live together.

Following was an annoyed ginger-headed woman. She yawned, her green eyes ran over the place. Before eventually her gaze stopped at Luisa. She smirked with excitement, traveling to Agústin's daughter. Ginger woman picked up the cup, completely unbothered, and took a sip.

"Hey!" Luisa yelped, her face widened, eyebrows crawled up. Agustín had pulled her by the sleeve. They were at a stranger's house, even if the situation was odd, Luisa should be respectful.

Ginger woman breathed out in relief, wiping her mouth with a thin wrist. "Oh, thank goodness, I was about to commit murder." She placed the light blue cup back. Then blinked, taking into account Rojas' existence in the room. "Are they supposed to be here?"

"Yes, Pepa." Julieta sighed, imposing fresh rice onto her plate. "That's my little sister, Pepa."

Pepa scoffed, crossing her arms. "Hour and twenty minutes, Julieta."

Agustín tilted his head, fixing his glasses. "Twins?" He hadn't met kids from multiply pregnancies before. Of course, he knew that it was far more common to have fraternal twins. Still, it was shocking how pale Pepa looked compared to Julieta. The nature seemed to give her all the recessive genes it had.

"Nope," Pepa smirked, taking another sip of offended Luisa's coffee.

Before Agustín could say anything about the fact that if they had an hour of age difference, they should be twins, another man walked in. How many people were in here?? The new face rubbed his eyes, sleepy.

"Oh, Bruno, are you already awake?" A smile had spread across Pepa's face, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Triplets." She added, clearing Agustín's question. "We're triplets."

"Oh, no, no," Bruno shook his head. "I'm not already awake, I'm still awake." He took a glass of water under his sister's moralizing about his health.

Bruno stretched, looking around the present crowd. "Oh, hello, Prudence?" He waved his hand awkwardly, staring directly at Luisa.

It took a moment for her to realize that Bruno was talking to her. If before she was confused, now it could break all the records. "I... I'm not Prudence?"

Now Bruno stared confused, stepping back and examining her face. "Oh, um, sorry... You just look like someone who should be named Prudence."

Agustín wasn't sure how he had to react to this. Neither seemed to do Luisa. She just blinked silently. At first, some ginger woman decided to drink her coffee, now a rat man had played a game of guess with her name. Agustín couldn't blame her for feeling off about this. And he also was convinced of what a mess they were. Just observing them interacting was like reading some crazy novel with too many characters to remember them all.

Antonio who was drawing with crayons, coloring somebody between toucan and capibara. Sometimes the little boy turned to Mirabel to ask for her opinion. Camilo put so much food on his plate that it would be enough to feed four people. Bruno snored in Pepa's arms. Julieta moved in tact with the time, dancing in her cooking work.

If Agustín was honest, it was strange just sit in the small kitchen with a whole lot of people. The house's owners had peeked on the kitchen at some point but disappeared in the blink of an eye. Agustín couldn't blame them, it was crowded already without anyone becides Rojas and Madrigals in there.

"Who the hell decided that living all together in here would be a good idea?" Dolores groaned, squeezing her coil strand. Isabela patted her shoulder with a snort. The house wasn't made for ten Madrigals and five Flores to live in. Abuela had said that they would move somewhere else later, but Dolores doubted that they should stay together. Placing her branch was a problem already. Not so much with Tía's, as the cold side of the family had fewer people.

Dolores had to suppress her groan when she realized that there were more than people who lived here. All packed in the kitchen, talking with each other. It took a moment for her to realize that the odd pair didn't look familiar. As the lead family, the Madrigals knew the entire community. And in Dolores' case, even the hermits were in her hearing range. Oh, right, Abuela had said something about newcomers. Dolores supposed her grandmother was the one to invite them to learn about the arrangement in Encanto.

Isabela frowned, her fists clenched as she eyed two strangers. The older cousin had a short temper. And Dolores knew how much she struggled with trust. Not a good combo.

"Mirabel, come here." Isabela had practically yanked her younger sister away from the giant woman. The latter's eye twitched but she pulled away from the teenager. Somebody really should tell her about what happened.

Knowing her family, Dolores had no doubts that these two were confused to the brim already. The good for them is that the Madrigals didn't have gifts anymore. It would be so much worse if they had to learn about all the magic of their family. And, either way, it should be so hard for them. Dolores grew up in Encanto, and the idea of tearing the connection with her home was awful. She couldn't imagine it, just leaving all her life behind. Poor them, it must be so hard. And they appeared at the worst time. Before, maybe they could've stayed in Casita. It would've been big enough to contain visitors for a couple of months. Until the village effort paid in another house to live in.

And about that, it was another day of working with rebuilding. Luisa (the giant one) had volunteered at the moment she heard what they were doing. Her papá rubbed her back, asking her not to overwork.

Sweet. Dolores wondered where Luisa's mom was. Abuela had said about two people. So either way she wasn't in Encanto or they hadn't met each other yesterday. But Dolores didn't want to ask, just in case. She still remembered how hard it was for Tía and her cousins when Tío died.

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #twice to once au

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skzhocomments · 1 year ago

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My only Faith is you - Jeongin (I.N) Oneshot Fanfic (Vampire AU)

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Pairing: Jeongin (I.N of Stray Kids) x OC (name: Faith)

Genre: mature, angst, romance, Vampire AU

Word Count: ~13k

Warnings: mature, explicit sexual content, swearing, angst, depression, crying, mentions of non-consensual interactions, blood play (Jeongin is a vampire)

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Jeongin or other mentioned Stray Kids’ members true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary

In-between jobs, Faith cursed the hell out of the world for dealing her such shitty hands. 'The light at the end of the tunnel is not a train, the light at the end of the tunnel is not a train, the light at the end of the tunnel is not a train.' - was her mantra, the only reason that kept her pushing despite her astronomical debt. She was going to get out of the town no matter what. She never believed in God, for He never answered her prayers. But what happens if one day someone hears her pleas for help, and what happens if that someone is not human, nor is he God? What happens if that someone longs for the very essence running through her veins, to the point it hurts? Will she just forget his existence and stay oblivious, pretending they never met, since that would keep her safe? Will she even see him again? Or will she embrace the danger, as being in danger has always been the only thing that got her heart racing and made her feel alive? Mature content ahead. 18+ © all rights reserved by skzhocomments (Tumblr), skzho (Tumblr)/ storminsidemycore (Wattpad), storminsidemycore (AO3)

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My only Faith is you - Jeongin Oneshot Fanfic (Vampire AU)

~I.N's POV~

Humans are disgusting creatures.

Selfish, vile, egoistical, sinful, self-centred, unscrupulous, obsessed with themselves, way too proud for their own good.

But still, as horrible as they are... I need them.

I need humans to survive.

This is, for me, a fact of life that's still hard to accept, even though I've been like this... for many years now. Way too many. In fact, more years than any pathetic human life could even reach.

This inherent necessity I have for humans was initially impossible to control. The pretty girl from the coffee shop with the way too short skirt for the times, the drunkard sleeping on a park bench on a random Wednesday night, or the clumsy nerd boy with the round glasses holding his science books way too tightly for his own good under his arm, his plaided shirt too tight and ridiculously tucked into his high-waisted pants – no one was safe from me, for I couldn't hold back the desire I had for that extremely delicious something that flows through those small human veins. Oh, how I enjoyed the way their heart rate went up, pumping even more of that life elixir I hold so dear, when the realisation of what was going to happen hit them.

Their screams were annoying, though. Especially the girls'. High-pitched and irritating as fuck. I always had to make them shut up quicker. Don't get me wrong, men squeal as well, but they're more like... rats. A man's scream sounds almost funny, considering how macho man they see themselves. No one's macho on the verge of death, I suppose.

Let's just say that the first few decades of my new existence were unruly. The blood gave me so much dopamine, I couldn't stop myself, nor did I want to. I was young, barely turned for a few years, and I had fun. Being a sickly kid, I was never allowed to do much, but when I became a vampire, damn, did I not hold back! I allowed myself all the fun I've missed out on in the early years of my life, and I drank all the blood I could, my lips permanently stained red.

That all ended when I met my current family, as I like to call them now. It's unusual to meet too many vampires in the same place. There's not many of us, barely a handful all around the country. So, when I met Chris, everything changed.

I was leaving a bar with a pretty hussy: blonde hair, big tits, amazing thighs. Frankly, I didn't give a shit for any of that, what I wanted from her was to sink my teeth in her jugular vein and leave her cold, but for starters, as much as she was attractive, she was the biggest slut the '30s had ever seen. The thing about those years was that women were either wife material or easy, and that slut certainly wasn't any wife material. I picked her because barely anybody cared for girls like her that would flaunt their femininity, sleep around, and leave practically nothing to the imagination. Men wanted shy, reserved women, so who was going to miss this prostitute?

With as many affairs as she had, no one would suspect anything when she would inevitably turn up in a ditch on the other side of the city. I thought about it long and hard, even though I hated it and would've much rather been reckless, but what's key to vampires is that our existence must stay a secret unless we want to be hunted down, so I needed to hand-pick my victims meticulously.

It only took one espresso martini and a wink to convince her to go with me. Her laugh was annoying, but I was hungry, and her neck looked appetizing as fuck. So much so, that I couldn't even wait until we got back to my place. If I did, things would've maybe been different now, and I would've still been alone, perhaps.

I pushed her against the wall and kissed her neck, preparing it for the bite. Her perfume almost made me gag. I preferred it when people didn't use any on their skin, but oh well, beggars can't be choosers. When my teeth pierced the smooth skin on her neck, she let out such a loud scream, I wanted to smack her. Still, I just covered her mouth and continued drinking her essence. Her blood didn't taste too amazing: I found out that some people taste better than others. Before having time to analyse it, though, I felt myself being kicked to the ground so quickly and powerfully, I didn't even have time to process it.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing out here?!" a man's voice shouted at me, annoyed. I was also extremely angry: who did this idiot think he was to interrupt my meal?

And then it clicked. A normal person wouldn't have been able to shake me off. Or rather - a human wouldn't have been able to. Us vampires are blessed with inhumane force, specifically so we can easily hold our victims down and eat from them. It's just the way mother nature made us, and it's nothing more than a predator and prey dynamic between us and humans. Just the cycle of life.

"What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing?!" I shouted back and got myself up from the ground. A quick glance at the girl told me that she's passed out, so there was at least some luck there. Her screams would've made me go insane for real – I'd probably snap her neck.

"Saving your ass! Why the fuck are you eating out here? What if someone comes?!" the angry man came towards me and grabbed my collar forcefully. I was shocked to notice that I can't smack his hands away, for his grip was too strong, and he was more powerful than me.

That was a first. I've never met other vampires before, not even the one who turned me. He left me before I got the chance to wake up.

"What's so wrong with that?! I'd just leave. It's not like anyone would see me, no?" I replied coldly, being able to control my anger better now that I wasn't as hungry. The bitch's blood was awful, but it did its job.

"If anyone would, would you kill them too?" he raised an eyebrow and let go of me.

"I mean – I guess so?"

"That's sad. What's your objective, anyway? Messing around and eating? Why don't you do something more productive?"

"Tsch." I scoffed. "Like what? And what do you know about me, anyway?"

"Most things." He shrugged. "I've been following you for some time now, Jeongin. Or should I call you I.N, as you introduced yourself to her 20 minutes ago?" he pointed to the woman on the floor, who was still unconscious, two thin lines of deep red blood flowing from her neck.

"Who the fuck are you?" I replied, confused. Who was this guy and why did he know so much about me?

"Name's Chris. Or Chan, whichever you'd like." He handed me his right hand, waiting for a shake.

"Woah!" I rolled my eyes. "Really explicit! Well, Chris, care to tell me why you've been following me?" I slapped his hand away instead of shaking it, making him smirk.

"I wanted to ask you to join us."

"And who's us?"

"My companions. Fellows that are... like me and you. We call ourselves Stray Kids."

"What a dumb name." I mocked. "And why exactly would I want to join you?"

"Well, why would you want to be alone? Doesn't it get lonely?"

I scoffed again. What was this idiot telling me?

"Look, I'm not interested in any... "companionship" or whatever the fuck you want to call it."

"Suit yourself, then." The man shrugged and turned around. "But if you change your mind, you can find us on Fable Street 143. The big house with the green door. You can't miss it."

"Like hell I would join you. I don't need to hang out with a bunch of nobodies."

"Oh, and don't forget to take care of that." He ignored my snarky reply and pointed to the passed-out girl. "You can leave the poor thing live, no one's gonna believe her anyway."

And with that, he left.

The following months passed by excruciatingly slow.

It's so ironic. I've lived for a long time, but the months ever since that encounter went by slower than a hundred years.

I kept thinking about the man, and I couldn't help but feel like he emanated an aura that demanded respect. And more than that, he raised a suspicious curiosity inside of me; one I've never felt before.

That's how I ended up on Fable Street 143, paying close attention to the big house I've been told about. I kept waiting and waiting, but the green door never opened, I couldn't hear any sounds from the inside, and no one seemed to live there - metaphorically, of course, because no other fellows of mine would be alive.

Was it a scam? I thought at first, before deciding that I ain't in a patient state to keep waiting. I just went to the door and opened it, walking inside like I owned the place.

As soon as I walked in, loud laughter could be heard from a room on the opposite side of the house. I took my time walking towards the voices, admiring the interesting architecture on the walls. Intricate shapes were carved in wood, the height of the room impressive. Every detail pointed towards a Victorian architecture and evoked memories I thought to be long gone from my brain. It looked similar to the house I grew up in, making me feel even a bit... nostalgic.

When I finally reached the end of the large hallway, the smell of burning wood coming from the fireplace of the big living room I walked in welcomed me. In front of the fireplace, two big sofas and a coffee table made the place feel cosier, a few boys sitting leisurely and playing what looked like some sort of board game.

The left side of the room was more like an arcade, or a game room: there were all sorts of entertainment, such as a pool table, a football table, some game cabinets. There was a comical contrast between this side of the room, and the right side, where only a large table with many chairs scattered around it caught my eye.

"Oh?" one of the people on the sofa noticed me and turned around, raising an eyebrow expectedly. He had chestnut brown hair, however a blonde strand stood out in his bangs.

The man I got to know as Chris was also on the sofa, smirking.

"You came." Was all he said, before standing up and coming in front of me to shake my hand.

I decided to accept his shake this time.

"Is this the guy you've been telling us about?" another man spoke, his features cat-like.

"I'm Jeongin." I nodded shortly.

"Well, Jeongin, we're glad you decided to join us."

"I haven't decided anything-" I started, but was quickly cut off.

"We were just about to go feast. Wanna come with?" Chris tapped my shoulder once, then left the room without waiting for my reply. I once again felt his powerful aura, so strong that it made me follow him.

That's how I ended up with Stray Kids. I got to learn that there were 7 other vampires in total, and Chris, being the oldest, was proclaimed the leader of the group. Everyone was in charge of something, such as: finding a good place to eat, doing background checks on people we were interested in consuming, covering up our tracks and disposing of dead bodies if necessary. Stray Kids' main morals consisted in making sure the number of dead humans was as low as possible. They really seemed to dislike killing. I didn't care too much for it, but since I decided to live with them, I had to abide by their rules as well.

I found out that it's so much more convenient to not kill a human and dispose of them. It was so much easier using a drug instead to make them fall asleep while we eat, then making it look like they got hurt by accident.

This means that we don't really bite their necks, though, much to my dismay. A bite to the arm will suffice, then we'll cover it up with a small cut to make it look like a scratch and call it a day. This way we can eat without doing much work afterwards, and if we particularly liked someone, we could just remember them and return to eat when their blood supply comes back.

~Faith's POV~

Fucking hell, not again.

I thought while gagging so badly, suddenly feeling the need to throw up.

"Why are humans so disgusting?" I blurted out while starting to clean up the clogged toilet, full of shit by whichever animal – because I couldn't call the thing who did this a person – wanted to ruin my night.

"Everything okay back there, Faith?" my colleague shouted from the cash register.

"No, dumbass, nothing is okay here! Why the fuck didn't you clean this up before I came?!" I shouted back. He was counting the money made on his shift to add it to the computer program we used in this small gas station and was preparing to hand over the night shift to me.

"Tsch, how the heck do you have such a holy name but such a rotten mouth?" He scoffed.

"No but for real, you always leave these messes for me to clean! What am I, your personal maid?!"

"I just didn't have time, okay?! A lot more people come here during the daytime, just so you know!"

"Yea, yea, keep telling yourself that. How much money did we make during the day then, huh? 100 bucks?"

"150!"

"That's how many people. 5?! Fucking asshole."

I hated this job, but I desperately needed money, so I came to work here, despite all the rumours I've heard about the owners going bankrupt. There are not many options in this city for doing night shifts, and my days are already filled to the brim by the other full-time job I have. If this gas station's going down, we'll see.

What I like the most about this job is the hours. I call it a "night shift" out of convenience, but I'm actually scheduled from 7 PM to 3 AM, which gives me plenty of time to go home and pass out for a few hours before my other job starts at 10 AM.

What I hate the most is – you guessed it! The fucking toilet. And this co-worker.

Just ... a bit more... I tried to give myself some courage, thinking that there is a light at the end of this hellhole.

I am moving.

As soon as I manage to pay off my debt, I'm fucking leaving this place behind and starting anew somewhere else.

Where? I don't know yet. But there's nothing for me in this stupid city. I've been living in a black hole for as long as I can remember, and I can't change anything if I stay.

Just a bit more!

Handing over the shift to my next co-worker, I made my way out of the gas station and inhaled the cold air outside. It was already autumn, gold and rusty leaves paving the way back to the small apartment I lived in.

The way home was not too long, but not too short either. I had to walk for about 20 minutes and pass through some sketchy neighbourhoods, but this was already a nightly occurrence at that point, so I didn't pay it much mind.

The only place that truly creeped me out, though, was the tunnel. A big bridge carrying the country's largest highway crossed over the city, and under it – this cursed space with barely any light that I had to go through every day if I wanted to reach home quicker. The other way home would mean detouring the whole bridge, which would imply more than an hour of walking. I don't have that time, nor the energy to walk so long in the dark after 2 full time jobs.

Now, again, I was in front of the tunnel, bracing myself to go through. Faint sounds could be heard from the inside, but the cars going high speed above made it difficult to listen to anything that was happening.

I took a careful step in the dark but couldn't really see anything. The only light came from the headlights of the cars above that would creep through. I was able to make out a silhouette of a man hunched over. Disgusting sounds were coming from him as he threw up all the alcohol he probably drank, judging by the bottles around him, which made me wonder if he was perhaps the same breed as the guy that shat in the gas station's bathroom earlier.

I crossed over to put some distance between me and him, but that proved itself to be just a futile attempt, as he somehow managed to stop throwing up and come to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me back forcefully.

The guy smelled so bad, I gagged, feeling a bit of vomit rising up my throat. I shoved him back and tried to walk away, but the realisation that he, a man, was more powerful than me, a woman half his size, hit me hard, as he pinned me up against the wall and started rubbing himself on my leg.

"Fuck, get off!" I shouted, trying to push him away, but he forcefully held my hands against the wall, his lips finding their way to my neck.

"N-No!" I shouted, trying to push him again to no avail. Small tears formed in the corners of my eyes, and the feeling of doom settled deep down in my stomach. I didn't know what to do.

The only thing that came to mind was as pathetic as it sounded, which was letting out a quiet "Help" and closing my eyes shut.

I summoned all my strength and managed to somehow push him away from me, but that only got him angrier. He grabbed a handful of my hair and tackled me to the ground, getting above me.

If I could get myself out of the former position, this new one was simply impossible. He was too strong.

I prayed and prayed for someone to come, but quickly lost all hope as the man easily held both my wrists with just one hand, his other roaming my body, touching my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and my ass.

He ripped off my pants, making me wince as the cold night air brushed on my naked thighs, and then clumsily touched my panties with his dirty fingers, grunting in pleasure.

His touch made me feel so disgusted, I cried again, but there was no one there to hear me.

As his hand moved from my thigh to his growing bulge, I heard the sound of him unzipping his pants.

Fuck.

No.

Is this really happening?

I shut my eyes tighter and mouthed a yet another small "Please help me.", and just then, the man's weight suddenly disappeared from me.

~Jeongin's POV~

Feeling better than ever, my stomach full after the meal I shared with my brothers, I decided to go for a walk.

Night was pleasant. Daytime wasn't too bad, either. There were certain vampires who preferred the sun over the moon, like Felix, one of the guys from Stray Kids.

Then, there was Chris, or Seungmin, or I, who enjoyed the moonlight.

Again, it was simply personal preference. There's no such thing as glowing skin, burning under the sun or nonsense like that. Whoever made those stupid vampire movies didn't research at all. It's clear that they never met a real vampire.

Of course, our existence is a secret, and it's normally extremely difficult to make out a vampire in a crowd. Almost impossible if that vampire is careful. After we drink, we are stronger than ever, but we also become... very human-like. Our skin is no longer pale and cold, we are no longer firm to the touch and these effects last for at least 72 hours, when we would have to eat again. The only indication that we are different stands in our crimson red eyes, but that's also easily hidden with coloured contact lenses nowadays.

Probably the only things those movies got right would be the super strength and enhanced senses. We are able to move very quickly, and our hearing and sight are truly something impressive.

As I'm leisurely walking through the quieter parts of the city, I suddenly hear a small voice.

"Please help me."

It was a cry for help, and judging by the melody of the voice, barely audible, I assumed it was a woman.

Shrugging, I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.

Then the voice cried again.

"No, please..."

I was able to distinguish a few grunts coming from a man, and the sound of a zipper opening. What the man was doing was disgusting, but I guess it wasn't entirely so different to what we, vampires, did. I also didn't give two shits about others' bodily autonomy.

Well, not exactly. Ever since I joined Stray Kids, Chris made it crystal clear that I'm gonna have to respect other humans, since I needed them. So, I guess that asshole of a man and I weren't that much alike, after all.

Plus, I was doing what I did to survive. He was trying to rape a girl in the middle of the night for... what? A few minutes of pleasure?

Tsch.

My legs moved without me realising, and my hands collided with the man's back, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him away from the whimpering girl on the ground. She was half naked, but judging by the man's dick barely hanging out of his pants, I got here quickly enough, and he didn't manage to do the deed.

The girl's eyes were burning holes into me, confusion visible on her face, as she didn't seem to register what happened.

The guy tried to get up and land a punch on me, so I went behind him and grabbed him by the collar, while he whimpered in pain as he was slowly getting strangled by his own shirt.

I kept holding the man and looked at the girl, who was clearly bewildered and couldn't comprehend how exactly I was able to hold the man one meter above the ground with such ease, while he struggled in my grip.

Still holding the bastard, who started muttering curses towards me, I took advantage of the super speed and went on top of the bridge quickly, throwing him in front of a moving car.

He was dead instantly.

I went back down to the girl to check on her and see if she'd be able to keep her mouth shut about what happened, and she was still on the ground, but she managed to pull her pants back up.

~Faith's POV~

"You okay?" The tall man spoke nonchalantly. He returned as fast as he left, the drunkard who just assaulted me completely gone by now.

"Uhm... where... is the other guy...?" I looked around confused, not understanding what happened. It's irrational to think that any of it was logical. How the dude practically flew off me, how easily this mysterious black-haired man held him up in the air with just one hand, and how both of them disappeared for just a few seconds, before he returned alone.

None of it made sense.

"Why, love, miss him already?" he wiped his hands off on his clothes, as if he was dirty and wanted to clean himself.

"Of course not. Thank you." Was all I said, when a car suddenly hovered over us on the highway, standing in place, small screams being heard from above. The sudden light allowed me to see the tall figure more clearly, and one thing in particular caught my eye: his red eyes.

"What..." I start, but stop myself in time, as the piercing gaze this guy was giving me almost made me freeze. I felt a sudden rush in my body, my breath hitching inside my throat, my heart beating quicker than ever, and I involuntarily started trembling looking into his eyes. I didn't understand why, but my fight-or-flight response was sending alarm bells to my brain stronger than ever, and I couldn't explain it.

What was it about this guy that was making me so afraid, feeling like a little lamb in front of a wolf? He just saved me... so why? Why is my body reacting like this when I notice him trailing his crimson eyes up and down my body?

It's a different gaze than the drunkard's. This one seemed a million times more... dangerous.

"You know," he started, clicking his tongue, "it's always better to not ask any questions. To stay oblivious. It's safe." He accentuated the last word and took a sure step towards me, and even though my brain was in overdrive and the only thing I wanted to do was to run away as far as possible from this black-haired man, I stood still, continuing to look into his eyes.

I just laid there charmed by his demeanour, by his determined steps, and despite the fear, I felt more alive than ever. The saying was true. Fear doesn't shut you down, it wakes you up.

And that's what it did to me. I got up and started walking towards the man as well, wanting to take in as much as possible about him.

I was completely mesmerised by the way his fox-like red eyes watched my every move, by how angelic he looked. There was no doubt that this must've been the most attractive man I've ever seen in this city. His black hair was parted in the middle, large strands falling on his perfectly smooth forehead. His cheekbones looked like they were carved by Michelangelo himself during a passionate night of sculpting and inspiration.

I reached out a hand to touch his face, and to my surprise, he didn't even flinch. His cheek was warm. My thumb slowly brushed over his lips, that were also an interesting shade of red, it looked like the remnants of a lip tint.

"Done feeling me up, doll?" he smirked, pulling me out of my trance.

"I'm sorry." I take my hand back and get shocked by my boldness. Where did that come from?

"You should go home and forget that tonight happened. Yea?" he instructed me, sounding really convincing. His words were as sweet as caramel liquor, and I just wanted to hear them more and more, to get drunk on them.

"Will you walk me home?" I asked directly, surprising myself; even the man seemed briefly shocked by my boldness, his red eyes growing wide for just a few barely noticeable seconds.

"And why would I?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Because it's safe." I replied, feeling clever to use the same words he just spoke.

"Doll, I'm the farthest thing away from safe. Can't you see? Or rather- can't you feel it?" His face came closer, and he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I can hear your heart beating faster. Aren't you afraid?"

He was right. The ringing in my ears wouldn't stop, and I was in overdrive. This man felt dangerous, but the way he saved me was easily the most interesting thing that ever happened in my pathetic life. It's the first time someone saved me, and God knows how much I needed it before, when the creepy subway guy touched me under my skirt, when a drunkard followed me three streets home or when the loan shark I've borrowed so much money from to pay for my grandma's hospital bills beat me up. I needed help many times, and I asked for it, just as pathetically as I did tonight. But still, no one ever came.

No one ever heard me, until this dark-haired tall man showed up.

Maybe he was my guardian angel. Maybe all my faith was misplaced all this time.

"It's safer than going alone." I retorted weakly after trying to think of a witty reply, and failing.

"I don't know about that sweetheart. I could just be a monster in disguise and eat you as soon as we cross through the tunnel."

"Hmm. Maybe you are. Is red your natural eye colour?" I ask, way too bold once again.

"As I said, not asking questions and staying oblivious is safe, so why don't you bite your tongue?"

"Only if you take me home. Safe and sound."

"You're persistent." He grinned. "Okay. I'll take you home, but you will promise me that you'll forget about the drunkard, what happened in this tunnel and me. And you'll stop asking questions you shouldn't know the answers to."

"Fine. I promise. But can you tell me your name, at least? I'll forget it by tomorrow morning anyway." I started walking through the tunnel, surer of my steps, since it was no longer as dark. I wondered how many cars stopped above us for it to be so well lit, and I tried not to think of the drunkard that wanted to get a feel of me when several sirens could be heard from the highway.

I was sure that whatever happened to him, happened up above, and judging by the number of sirens, I would find out from the morning papers.

I'm not so sure I wanted to know, though.

"It's Jeongin. What's yours?"

Jeongin. A really old name.

I tried once again to stop thinking. Maybe it's as he said. Not knowing is better. It's safer.

But do I want safety, or do I want to feel something for once?

"Faith."

"Pfft." He burst out laughing. "Faith? So ironic."

"Why?"

"Who're you gonna have faith in? Now you have to tell me you believe in God."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Did God save you tonight? Whichever God you've prayed to. Did he listen to your prayers, ever?"

"Jeongin..." His name lingered on my lips for a little while. "You are... how I will pray from now on." I glanced at him with a serious look in my eyes, as we exited the tunnel.

"I'm no God."

"Maybe... But you are mine, for you answered my prayers, didn't you?"

"I just happened to be around to hear them." He shrugged, and I dropped it.

The walk home was filled with silence, as both of us leisurely made our way towards the old, run-down apartment building I live in. As soon as I announced that we arrived, Jeongin disappeared without a trace, and I didn't see him again.

~Six months later~

~Faith's POV~

40.000$.

That's how much I borrowed to pay for my grandmother's hospital bills. Lung cancer was a horrible diagnosis to receive at her old age, but what was I supposed to do? Simply give up on her? She's the one who raised me.

The doctors weren't optimistic, and suggested many times in good faith that we should stop treatment, stop forcing her to fight. The treatment was expensive, the chemotherapy reaching up to as much as 7000$ per month, excluding the additional cost of her having a bed in a shared crappy room at our state hospital. She was hospitalised for a total of 8 months, 6 of which included chemo. It's easy to say that the cost wound up eating away at me, putting me in a dilemma: let my grandmother go, or get money somehow?

I've been working since 13 doing all sorts of odd jobs just to keep us afloat, as my grandma hasn't been able to work due to her sickness in a long time. I even managed to save up some money, a few pretty thousands, but everything I've saved up was gone the first 2 months of her hospital stay, so the only thing I could do was borrow money. However, no bank wanted to loan anything to me, an 18-year-old high school dropout with no consistent job.

I was desperate. I didn't know what to do or who to turn to. We had no one, and with my grandma sick, I was completely on my own. I resorted to associating with bad crowds, and ended up finally meeting a loan shark that was willing to lend me as much as I asked for monthly, which was only my grandma's bills that I couldn't cover from my two jobs. I skipped eating entirely only to be able to pay him back the monthly fare we agreed upon once my grandma passed away, and I became frail. The only times I could eat were when something was left over from the gas station's pastry, or when I could get a 90% discounted product at the supermarket for something that was soon to expire.

In retrospect, I made the wrong choices. My grandma suffered badly, the chemo only made her weaker, the meds made her dizzy and sick, and by the end she became a shell of herself. I should've let her go peacefully, and I shouldn't have borrowed any money.

But I did. 40.000$, with interest 60.000$.

And the 2 jobs I had – now only one, ever since the gas station closed down – barely paid for my rent of the crappy one-room in the old, run-down apartment building and the loan.

Scraping by, trying to find another job I could work night shifts in, I kept agonising.

Just a bit more!

I tried to tell myself again, but who was I trying to fool? How many years would I need to lie to myself like this? How many years have I already lied?

My train of thoughts was interrupted when the door of my apartment opened up forcefully.

I stood up and glanced at the two masked men walking through the door like they owned the place.

"You turned off your phone." One voice spoke, and I quickly realised it was the loan shark. "And you paid me too little last month. Trying to run away from your responsibilities?" He came threateningly in front of me and slapped my left cheek with force. I felt the iron taste of blood inside my mouth, but I didn't cry out in pain.

"I didn't turn off my phone." I tried defending myself. "It broke down and I didn't have money to replace it. And I paid you a little bit less because I lost one of my jobs, but I will make it up to you as soon as I get hired again."

"And when's that? Fucking bitch." He raised his hand again, making me wince in anticipation.

"I- I don't know." I stuttered. "I've been trying to find something, but-"

"I know, Boss. Why don't we hire her at the new place? She's not that ugly, I bet she could bring in banks." The other masked man spoke. I didn't like the sound of it.

"Great idea. You're gonna start working tonight at the new club opened on Fable street."

"Wait-" I raised my hands in the air trying to get his attention. "I don't- I can't- I'm not a prostitute!" I shouted, trying to explain somehow and make him understand that I don't want to take this job no matter what.

"You won't sleep with anyone. You're just going to play hostess and serve drinks, make sure customers are happy. That's all." The loan shark shrugged as if it was nothing. As if I was so naïve, I couldn't tell that he was lying. There was no just playing hostess and serving drinks. Things didn't work like that in the real world, and I hated the idea of doing that kind of job, selling my body to strange men – I wanted to avoid clubs all together.

"But-" I started, before getting quickly cut off.

"Tonight, 10 PM, Fable Street 142. Dress up nicely, a short skirt would be preferable, and put some ice on that cheek, otherwise you'll bruise, and no customer will want to look at that ugly face. Oh, and you'd better be there, unless you want me to fucking kill you, or even better, sell you off to get my money back."

Bastard.

Even though I put ice on my swollen cheek, the bruise still started to form, and I didn't have any make-up to cover it up.

In terms of clothes, my wardrobe was also scarce. However, I managed to find a short black skirt that was hugging my thighs a bit too tight for my liking, and that was barely covering up my bum. I grabbed a sort-of matching low crop black shirt, and looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like a slut.

The only thing covering up my body was a big winter coat that I hugged around me as tightly as I could while I made my way on the dark streets to Fable 142. Indeed, a new club opened here. Glancing around, the only neighbours would be whoever lived in the house on Fable 143 – if there was even someone living there, for the place looked pretty abandoned – so poor them, because it was sure that this club, like all the others run by this loan shark, would be noisy as hell.

I entered the club and made my way towards the bar, where the loan shark sipped lazily on some whiskey.

"Look at you, you're presentable at least. But your cheek is bruising up, didn't you listen to me?"

"I did." I replied drily.

"I must've hit you too hard. It's not like you didn't deserve it, so whatever." He shrugged. "Take off the coat and start serving, the bartender will let you know which tables need which drinks."

~Jeongin's POV~

"Yo, Chris, wanna come with across the street? A new club opened up. Maybe we'll find some food." Minho smirked evilly.

"Nah, I'm good. Not hungry at the moment." Chris shrugged and continued reading whatever book he was holding.

"Seungmin? Jisung? Jeongin?" Minho continued asking around the room.

"I'd like to go." Felix replied.

"Hmm, me too. I do feel a bit hungry." Jisung got up from the sofa and tossed aside the remote control of the TV in the living room.

"Fine, I'll come too, if y'all are going." I stood up as well, and the four of us made our way vis-à-vis.

The club was loud, and the smell of smoke was intoxicating. We quickly found an empty table and Minho ordered a few bottles of expensive rum, whiskey and champagne, before starting to look around the room hungrily, hunting for tonight's unlucky victim.

I looked around the room as well and noticed how full the circular tables with leather sofas around them were, and then something caught my eye. Or rather – someone.

Faith was wearing a short, indecent black skirt with a top just as small. She presented a Dom Perignon champagne bottle to the men around the table directly in front of us, and they urged her to sit down next to them and pour the angel's tears in their glasses.

She seemed uncomfortable.

One of the men was getting touchy with her, his hand brushing over her naked thigh, and with each of his touches, her expression would grow even more cramped. Her whole body looked stiff, and I couldn't believe how no one cared for her comfort. But men will be men, and the only thing they cared about in this state – drunk, totally intoxicated – was getting to touch a pretty woman everywhere, and releasing themselves, preferably inside of her.

Why is she here?

After our encounter 6 months ago, I don't know what was wrong with me. I grew some sort of infatuation towards her, and I kept watching her more often from the shadows. I found out she's living a chaotic, sad life, working two jobs seemingly to support herself, all the money going God knows where. I never showed myself in front of her again, though, because what good would it do?

But strangely enough, I was curious to see how this small human navigated her day-to-day life, and I knew her gas station and cashier jobs' schedule by heart. I even remembered her name, which was another first. I never cared to remember any names before. And even more than that, it was the first time I wasn't interested in her blood, but rather in herself, but I didn't want to do anything with this curiosity, so I stopped following her around about a month ago.

She's just a pathetic human. I would tell myself. And she's going to die anyway.

So why was I now feeling so much discomfort, seeing the man try to move his fingers up her skirt?

Why is she here? Why isn't she at the gas station?

She suddenly got up and bowed shortly, before leaving the room and basically running to the bathroom. The man seemed persistent, however, and got up, going after her, and my feet once more moved without my will, towards them.

The man grabbed Faith by the hand and spun her around, grabbing her behind with his free hand and lifting up her short skirt. She protested and tried pushing him away, but before she got the chance to, I grabbed the man by his collar and threw him on the ground. One glance at him made all the annoyance in his gaze disappear, getting replaced by fear. He stood up and walked away, leaving me and Faith on the small corridor.

As soon as she saw me, her eyes went wide, in a similar fashion to the night we met.

"Jeongin." She breathed, my name sounding sweet on her lips.

I got closer to her and replaced the man's position, letting her skirt back down instead of lifting it up. I put my face closer to hers, and breathed in her perfume-less, natural scent, which was so sugary, it almost drove me crazy. This night I was hungry. I kissed her neck slowly and tried to fight all urges inside of me to not bite her then and there, and I was expecting to hear her complaining of my actions, but instead, she rolled her head back against the wall, giving me more access to her bare neck.

"Back again in danger's lap?" I whispered, feeling the way her body reacted to my words, how she crumbled in front of me.

"You helped me again." Her hands found their way to my waist, and she held on tightly.

"What are you doing here, Faith? This is not you." I trailed my hands down her body, touching the small of her waist, before trailing down to her hips, to her naked thighs, my lips still dangerously close to her neck. Oh, how I wanted to sink my teeth in her soft skin and taste her.

"I didn't have a choice." Her hands also moved from my waist, upwards towards the back of my shoulders, and she pulled me in closer.

"Do you want to bite me?" She asked seductively, making my breath hitch in my throat. Of course, I didn't actually need to breathe, but I learnt to do so naturally so as to seem more human-like.

"Why would you ask that?"

"I've been thinking about you. A lot. And I figured it out." She whispered.

If I had a beating heart, I was sure it would've beat harder than ever right now. Or stopped. Either or.

"What have you figured out?" I asked.

"What you are."

"What am I?"

"A vampire." She whispered again, slowly, the words rolling off her tongue.

"Bullshit. Vampires don't exist." I smirked.

"You exist, though."

"So you made out I'm no God, then?" I grinned again.

"I told you, Jeongin. When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray. You can be anything, and I wouldn't care."

Fuck, how badly I wanted this human girl to be mine. To have her completely for myself and learn everything about her, to drink her blood whenever I please and to fuck her senseless – first time I've ever felt this urge, a new feeling rising up inside of my chest, making the shirt on me feel too tight.

"Faith, stop working at this place. Don't let any degenerate touch you." I whisper while slowly kissing her neck again, the small moans from her lips intoxicating me more than anyone else's blood ever could.

"I need money."

I raised my head and examined her face closely, and that's when I noticed a dark patch on her left cheek.

"Who did this to you?" I touched her cheek softly, seeing her wince in pain.

"The same bastard I've borrowed money from. I couldn't pay back this month's share fully, so he hit me, then brought me here."

"How much do you need?"

"25.000$ more"

"Ouch. Why don't you show me the unlucky bastard who hit you, pretty?"

"Why? What good would it do?"

"To pay him back, of course." I smiled innocently, thinking of all the ways I was going to fuck up the idiot's face.

I raised my head and looked down into Faith's eyes, surprised to see no more fear in them. Instead, something else seemed to glimmer – curiosity, perhaps. I resumed my initial position in the crook of her neck.

"It's the owner of this club."

"Got involved with a bad gang, pretty?"

"I did. And now I'm paying the price." She shrugged. It felt like we were having a talk while drinking a morning coffee, not something as serious as this. It was quite ironic, considering our proximity. My lips were still latched to her skin, stealing small moans with each few seconds of silence between us, and her arms were still pulling me closer, hands on the back of my shoulders.

"I'll clear it up for you, if you promise me you'll live better." I distanced myself from her again, afraid that I would really sink my teeth in her. I wasn't sure if she would want me to, and Chris' words to respect humans' autonomy echoed through my head. It was shocking, really, to truly care about her autonomy, and no one else's.

"What do you know about how I've been living?" She raised an eyebrow, grabbing the collar of my shirt and holding it tightly. I let her do whatever she wanted. That's the privilege of my interest in her. "And if you help me, will you just disappear again?"

"I don't know. Probably. You don't need me hanging over your head."

"I want you, though." She replied bluntly. "You see, Jeongin... playing with death seems to be the only thing that makes me feel alive."

I was baffled. The burning in her eyes made it impossible to look away from her. It was like there was something unspoken between us, a connection I couldn't back away from, and I once again wondered what it was about this mortal girl that made me feel this way.

I forgot that I, too, used to be mortal. I haven't always been a blood thirsty vampire, and I haven't always longed for human's very essence.

Looking into her eyes, though, I remembered, and it came down on me like a wave crashing against the shore. I used to have this burning in my eyes too, and I used to want to live, as I was rotting away in a hospital bed a few hundred years ago.

"Will you offer to me just like that, Faith? Will you come with me? Will you continue praying to me, no matter what I'll do to you?" I asked her in such a low voice, it almost came up as a whisper, barely audible in the club's uproar.

The corners of her mouth lifted up in a mischievous smile, before she pulled on my collar and made our lips collide.

~Faith's POV~

I must be crazy.

No sane person would do what I've done.

Jeongin was walking leisurely in front of me, his right arm stretched backwards to hold my hand firmly.

The realisation that I was following a vampire God knows were at 3 AM after just kissing him sunk into the bottom pit of my stomach, and I started feeling very dizzy. It was surely the lack of sleep that made me feel this way. How many hours have I been awake for?

"How old are you? How did you become a vampire?" I asked, trying to steer away from the tightness of my chest.

"Someone turned me when I was 21. Many, many years ago."

"Who? Why?"

"I don't know. I can't remember his face. I was sick, on the verge of death. I probably had something that doctors would call an autoimmune disease nowadays. It wasn't much known of medicine back then, though, so I can't be sure. Then I got pneumonia, and I knew I was done for."

"Fuck, so you've been sick your whole life?"

"Yes. Couldn't really get out of bed much. I remember my mother's face when she took me outside in the sun, on the rare occasions she had enough time to. I had 6 other siblings, so she was a busy woman."

The fact that he was answering my questions without any complaints made me feel more at ease, making the knot in my stomach slowly disappear.

"Really? What happened to them?"

"They all knew I died, and since the form of pneumonia I had was contagious, there was no open casket. It was easy enough to fool them into thinking someone was in there, buried in the ground. I continued helping them out and left money from time to time, but they never saw me again."

"That's sad. Weren't you lonely?"

~Jeongin's POV~

"That's sad. Weren't you lonely?" Faith asked, a pitiful look in her eyes.

"Well, why would you want to be alone? Doesn't it get lonely?" Chris' words echoed inside my head, making me close my eyes.

Why does everyone assume I've been lonely?

And why does it feel like they are right?

"I don't know." I replied truthfully, feeling her hold my hand tighter.

"I am lonely." Faith continued, looking ahead. We weren't going anywhere in particular. I just wanted to get her out of the club and walk somewhere with her. Being in her proximity was not healthy for her, she would for sure end up bitten with the hunger growing in my body.

I don't want to bite her, though, or to taste her blood.

I don't think I would be able to stop if I did.

"I borrowed money to pay for my grandma's hospital bills. She was really sick, and then she died. It was all in vain. That's why I work two jobs now, to pay everything back."

"Hmm. I see. Which reminds me, why weren't you at the gas station?"

"How do you know I've worked there?" She raised an eyebrow.

Fuck.

"I followed you around for a bit, after we first met."

"No way! And you didn't meet me even once?!" She pouted. "I wanted to see you again so badly, Jeongin!"

"Didn't you promise me you'd forget about everything?" I raised my eyebrow playfully as well.

"I lied." She grinned. "The gas station shut down. The owners went bankrupt."

"Oh, that sucks."

"Indeed. That's why I'm apparently a part time hostess, part time prostitute at the new club."

"Nah, you won't go back there."

"I won't?" She asked, surprised.

"You won't."

"Jeongin, I..." she started speaking, her voice trembling. "I don't feel so good..."

"Why, what's wrong?" I turned around just in time to see her knees giving out.

She would've definitely fell, if I weren't there to catch her.

~Faith's POV~

Huh?

What... happened...?

I opened my eyes to see the curtains of an unfamiliar room, my head pounding with pain.

"Hello." A voice I didn't recognize sang next to my bed. I turned my head to see a man leisurely reading a book, his legs crossed. "Slept well?"

"Who... uhm... where am I?" I stumbled on my words and looked straight into the man's eyes, noticing a familiar crimson pigment in his irises.

"This would be Jeongin's room." The man replied, closing the book and meeting my gaze.

"Oh."

"And I am Chris, he asked me to look after you until he returns."

"Where did he go?"

"To eat."

"Oh."

Chris was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. His jaw was so sharp, I was certain it could cut through glass, and there was just something about him... emanating confidence, making you unable to look away.

"Will he be gone long?" I asked the man, noticing him shrug a bit.

"I'm not sure. I assume you're hungry as well? We bought you something earlier, hopefully you'll like it."

"Uhm... Chris?" I start, unsure, holding the duvet closer to my chest. I cursed myself for having worn such inappropriate clothes last night to the club. "Do you perhaps have... uhm... a change of clothes?"

"It's okay sweetie, we aren't that desperate to bite you just after seeing some skin. Most of us aren't, anyway."

Well, that surely is assuring.

"I am the one uncomfortable, though..." I grimaced. "Not because of you. It's just... not my usual style."

"Hmm, I guess you could borrow something from Jeongin's closet if you want."

"He's so tall, though."

"Changbin?" Chris said, as if the person he wanted to talk to was in the room. I was shocked to see the door open not even 2 seconds later.

"You asked for me?" A black-haired man walked inside. "Hey." He waved at me, acknowledging my presence. He seemed excited to be here, and he was smiling at me way too eagerly.

"Yea, can you bring some pants for Faith? Jeongin's clothes are too large."

"Sure. Or I could go buy something real quick. What size are you, Faith?"

"Uhm... I'm not sure? Probably S or M?" I reply with a shrug. I haven't bought clothes in forever, so I really didn't know.

"Mkay, be right back." Changbin left as quickly as he came.

"Wanna wait for him, or should we go down for you to eat?"

"We can wait..."

"Sure, whichever makes you more comfortable."

"Chris?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay with me knowing about...?" I hesitated.

"About what?" He raised an eyebrow as if he was daring me to keep talking.

"About the fact that you are... vampires?" I gulped, noticing the small twitch of his mouth.

"I don't have much choice. Each of us has an obsession, and we can't help it. You're Jeongin's."

Huh?

I blushed uncontrollably.

"So, what's yours?"

Chan chuckled. "Mine? Hard to say. Haven't found it yet."

"It?" I asked a bit offended. "Is that how you generally refer to people? Like they're objects?"

"What? No." He shook his head. "You misunderstood. Each of us has... their own thing they are extremely obsessed with for no particular reason. Think of it like this: what you specifically like as a human being gets amplified 1000%. Imagine your favourite thing in the world is Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream. If you become a vampire, you don't simply enjoy eating that the most. You are so obsessed with it, you would literally be almost unable to live without the thing."

"Oh, I assumed it would be... a person. Sorry."

"No, not necessarily. No worries." He waved his hand around in the air.

"So what other... obsessions do you guys have?"

"Well, the man you just met earlier-"

"I'm back!" Changbin burst through the door, startling me and making Chan chuckle.

"He can answer that himself." Chan grinned.

"Answer what?" Changbin raised an eyebrow, still supporting multiple shopping bags on his arms.

"Your obsession." I clarified, feeling that Chan was having a bit too much fun making me look like a curious idiot who wasn't able to ask things themselves.

"Oh, can't you figure it out?" Changbin smirked, dropping all bags on the floor and starting to flex his muscles.

Chan started clapping with a loud laugh, as if impressed by his friends' show.

I smiled with content and asked what's in the shopping bags. Changbin seemed kind of dejected that I didn't pay more attention to his muscles. I couldn't lie, he was attractive as fuck, but I got my eye on someone else already, so...

"Why did you buy so little? She's gonna need a lot more." Chan scolded Changbin as I examined the pants he brought back with him. I found out he brought me a few clothes, so I'd have a selection to choose from, and even if Chan thought it's not much, it was more than my whole wardrobe back home.

"You know how peculiar I.N is about style! It's best if she just goes shopping with him directly." Changbin whined.

"Who's peculiar about style?" Jeongin entered the room, seeing him in the daylight was a cultural reset. He was the most beautiful man who ever walked the earth, and I was grateful to finally be able to examine him clearly under good lighting. The same red eyes, crimson stained lush lips and prominent cheekbones brought me a sense of familiarity and I felt safe.

"No one, no one! Anyways, I'm gonna let you to it." Changbin excused himself, and Chan followed soon after.

"I'd say go with this blouse if you like those pants." Jeongin commented, seeing me be indecisive. Having little clothes to pick from would've been way easier.

"Thanks. How was the meal?" I asked him, genuinely curious. It would be a lie to say I was not interested in how vampires live, now that I found out for sure that they are real.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered. "Why would you want to... know that?"

"I mean... no reason in particular. I just want to know things about you, I guess?" I stumbled on my words as well, not expecting Jeongin to grow shy.

"It was... good, I guess? Could've been better."

"Oh. Uhm... do people... taste differently?"

"... Yea, they do."

"That's insane. Do you think I-"

"Did you eat breakfast?" Jeongin cut me off, and seeing the tip of his ears grow as red as his lips, I decided to drop it for now.

However, I was really curious to know what my blood tasted like. This was a weird new oddity of mine.

"No, not yet."

"You should, so let's go downstairs, what do you say?"

We both made our way to the kitchen where another red-haired vampire I didn't recognise was cutting up all sorts of vegetables. He quickly shifted his attention to the pan of the stove where two eggs were slowly getting cooked, sunny side up.

"Morning." He smiled briefly and waved. "I'm Minho, the guy in charge of your meals from now on."

"Hi, thank you. I'm Faith. Wait- from now on?" I turned and glanced at Jeongin.

"We were thinking that it would be best if you started living with us, so-"

"We're trying to be accommodating." Minho cut him off.

"Uhm, okay..." I looked again at Jeongin, unsure, then sat down at the table and watched as Minho placed a plate in front of me.

"I don't remember when I last ate breakfast." I mumbled, and Minho hummed, then sat down in front of me, elbows on the table and head in his hands, and looked at me expectantly. Jeongin also sat down next to me and started speaking.

"So, Faith, about that loan shark..."

"Yea?" I turned my head to him, but Minho was growing impatient, so he leaned over the table and moved the plate towards me. The gesture caught me off guard, making me chuckle slightly. I got the memo and took some bread, swirling it in the egg yolk, then brought it to my mouth to eat.

"I killed him." Jeongin said, as if it was the most usual thing in the world. I, caught off guard once again, for entirely different reasons this time, choked on the bread and started coughing. Minho gave me a glass of water, and I gulped it down.

"You what?" I asked after I collected myself.

"I killed him." Jeongin shrugged again.

"Oh." Was all I could say in return. What was I supposed to answer anyway? They probably kill people on the daily basis to eat, so-

"Oh my." Minho shook his head. "Bad, I.N, bad. When's the last time you killed someone?"

"70 years ago...?" Jeongin tilted his head, unbothered. "Although I killed two ever since meeting Faith."

"Tsk. Bad influence. What did the unlucky dudes do?" Minho chuckled.

"The first one tried to assault Faith, and the second one hit her."

"Mhm." Minho nodded.

70 years ago...?

"Don't you normally kill people when you suck their blood?" I asked bluntly, the two men's heads turning at me.

"No." Minho replied with a gentle smile. "We are a bit... conservative, in this regard. We let them live."

"Really? But... if you bite them and let them live, wouldn't they turn into vampires?" I asked, confused.

"What, do you think we're zombies or some shit? That it's transmissible like a virus?" Jeongin chuckled.

"I mean, it would make sense." I shrugged.

"No." Jeongin replied with a slight laugh.

"If people don't turn after getting bitten... how do they turn?"

"That's the first step, but it's not enough. A bite would make you feel sick for a few days at most, then you'd be back to normal." Minho clarified.

We continued chatting for a while, and it was such a weird feeling, sitting at the kitchen table talking sweet nothings in the morning, as if I've always been with them, as if we've known each other forever and shared food at breakfast every morning.

After six months of living with Stray Kids – as I learnt that that's what they were calling themselves – the feeling that I was home continued to grow in my chest.

It was certainly an unusual situation, living among vampires while my heart kept pumping blood, but seeing that all the other vampires in the house seemed to care for my comfort – at least out of respect for Jeongin – and didn't want to hunt me down or eat me or anything was pretty relieving. Even our bonds became stronger, and I was sure some of them considered me genuinely pleasant to be around, if not a friend. Felix and I would play games daily, Lee Know taught me how to cook simple meals, Seungmin taught me photography, Changbin would sometimes take me to the gym to get in shape, Han and I would sing songs together – even if his voice was angelic and mine was the opposite of that, Hyunjin and I would paint together, I would read and discuss books with Chan, and Jeongin...

Jeongin was, to me, the most important person in the world.

My feelings for him just grew and grew and grew and they were so big I was sure they were going to swallow me eventually. I also knew he felt something for me too, just from the way he cared for me. He treated me like I was a precious porcelain doll – with care and consideration. At night, he would hold me in his arms until I fell asleep, and he wouldn't leave my side even afterwards, even if he wouldn't be sleeping. He said it's enough just to hear me breathing, knowing I'm happy, and safe.

We haven't kissed again since that night in the club 6 months ago, which hurt. I wanted Jeongin in all ways. I wanted to be his, I wanted him to capture my lips and fuck me and bite me without thinking of any repercussions.

I wanted him to turn me into a vampire.

Tonight, just as usual, we were laying in bed, Jeongin was waiting for me to sleep. My head was on his shoulder, and my fingers were tracing the shape of his neck.

He was warm to the touch, and soft, which indicated to me that he must've eaten today, or yesterday.

Watching his neck in the soft moonlight, my fingers touched two scarred spots on his skin.

"Jeongin...?" I started.

"Hm?"

"These spots here... is this where you were bitten?"

"Yes."

"When you were turned?"

"Yea."

"Do you remember... how it happened?"

"Not much.... I told you before... I was a sickly child, and on my deathbed, a man visited me. I don't remember what he looked like, and I don't know why he did it, but... he decided I should live, so he bit my neck."

"But you said biting someone is not enough to turn them." I raised my head to look him in the eyes.

"Because it's not. There is still... something else you have to do to become a vampire."

"What is it?"

"You must drink a vampire's blood."

"Oh... how did you... do it?"

"The man cut his hand, and I felt a warm liquid getting poured in my mouth... his blood." Jeongin looked at me, trying to grasp my reaction. When there was none, he asked. "Aren't you shocked, Faith?"

"Why would I be? No... I'm actually... glad."

"Glad?" He chuckled. "Why?"

"Because thanks to that man, I got to meet you."

"I'm also glad we met, Faith." He cupped my cheek with his hand, and we looked at each other for a little while.

"Jeongin, I feel like you made me wait enough..." I said, and pressed my lips against him, as his hands moved on my waist and pulled me in his lap.

"I didn't mean to. It's just... it's hard to control myself around you sometimes, when all I want to do is sink my teeth in your neck and taste you."

I leaned in next to his ear and whispered, "Do it.", and I felt his grip on my waist tighten.

"What if... I wouldn't be able to stop...?" He looked into my eyes, seriousness laced into his glance.

"I don't care." I shook my head. "I love you, and I want you to have me in every possible way. Please. I want to be with you forever. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I feel happiest when you're around."

"I feel the same way." He smiled, cupping my cheek once again and raising his head to meet mine, pecking my lips.

"Can't you... drink from me, at least once, and... turn me?"

"Faith... I don't know if that's the best thing for you... I don't even know if loving me is right."

"Yet I do. But why... are you saying this?"

"Because of who I am." He smiled sadly. "I have a horrible past, and you certainly deserve better."

"I would take on the whole world for you, Jeongin. I thought you knew that..."

"Before deciding on anything... I must confess all my sins. If, after hearing about my past, you are still sure you want me... then Faith, I will do whatever you want me to do. I will submit to you wholly."

Jeongin started telling me about his early childhood, about his brothers and sisters, and his fond memories of them. He told me about turning into a vampire, how painful it was, how hungry he woke up, how he couldn't recognise himself anymore, as soon as he turned. He told me about his early vampire days, about the people he mercilessly murdered just for his own entertainment, about how he met Chris and the others, and how he got here.

He spoke for a long time, and I just listened, my head pressed against his chest, where normally a beating heart should keep him alive. There was no beating coming from his chest, though. Jeongin was dead, and I was alive, and it was hard to grasp, still.

After he finished talking, he changed our positions, making me lay down while his head laid on my chest this time.

"Your heart beats nicely..." he spoke softly, his ear pressed against me, listening closely to my unruly heart. After everything he told me, a normal person would've been scared, repulsed, even. But I...?

I now understood what made Jeongin himself, and I loved him even more now.

"Faith... don't you want children? A family? Growing old with someone you love? If you continue to pick me, you won't be able to have any of those things..."

"I don't need any of that." I replied truthfully. "As long as I have you..."

"I am a monster, and you want me?" He chuckled. I caressed his hair.

"You are not a monster. You are my everything. I am not religious, but... I told you before. You are the closest thing to God I'll ever encounter in this life, and the fact that we met... must've been fate, don't you think?"

"If I'm your God... you are my Faith." Jeongin spoke, then pulled down my blouse and kissed my chest softly. He moved upwards and kissed his way from my collarbones to my neck. He sucked a few marks on it, his sloppy, wet kisses making me moan, and after a few seconds, a stinging pain made me wince, and I grabbed his back for support. I felt his teeth sink deep in my neck, as he sucked my blood slowly, and my whole body stiffed in place from the pain.

"Shh." He whispered, taking out his fangs and kissing the sore spot. "You did well." He praised me, continuing to kiss my neck.

"How... was it?" I asked, trying to hold back tears. It hurt, but there was something erotic about the way he bit me and kept kissing me, and I felt my core aching for some friction, for any sort of contact between our bodies.

Jeongin must've known it too, for he pressed his crotch against mine, making me moan as his hard cock pressed against my pussy.

"The best blood I've ever tasted. Fuck, you taste so good, Faith. I want to bite you again." He said, and without missing a beat, his lips latched to my chest, just above my breast, and his teeth sank in my skin once again. Another sharp pain awoke my senses, and I rolled my head back, trying to relax.

Jeongin's left hand trailed on my body, cupping my right breast slightly, then touching the hem of my pants and underwear, taking them down in a swift motion. His thumb started working on my nub, his teeth still in me, and I spread my legs open for him, giving him full access.

The next time he moved his mouth, he brought it against mine, and kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth and let our tongues play, and the first thing I felt was the salty, metallic taste on his tongue. I was tasting my own blood in his mouth, and I moaned once again. I was already a wet mess, ready for him to take me however he wanted.

He once again seemed to know, as he took off his pants quickly and positioned himself between my legs, his dick touching my entrance. He pushed in, continuing to kiss me, and when he bottomed out, I saw stars.

A few thrusts in and he established a quick rhythm, hitting all the right places as I clenched around him. The sounds coming from my lips were obscene, but muffled by his mouth as he fucked himself into me.

"Fucking hell, Faith, this is just too good." He praised me again and again.

"This is not hell... it's heaven." I replied, through hurried breaths, feeling myself almost get over the edge. "I'm so close." I cried out, and as soon as I said that, Jeongin moved from my lips to my neck, on the other side that was still unmarked.

He pushed his dick in and out of me harshly, grazing my G spot over and over, and I felt my orgasm take over all my senses, making me see stars, moment when Jeongin's teeth marked my skin once more, biting me and drawing blood for him to drink.

The combination between pleasure and pain was euphoric, and I felt myself get dizzier and dizzier, completely fucked up.

"You're the best." Jeongin spoke, his own orgasm coming quickly enough as his warm seed released inside of me. He kissed my lips again, and then plopped down next to me.

I turned around to face him, when he bit his own wrist, blood dripping on the covers.

"Faith... the ultimate decision is yours. You can stay human, and I will love and cherish you until the end of your life, or... you could join me in this deathless life. Now, next time, or never. Whatever you choose, and whenever you're ready to choose, I will be happy to stay by your side regardless."

"Are you proposing to me after just one night together?" I joked, and Jeongin smiled kindly.

He put his wrist close to my head and I grabbed his arm, looking into his eyes. The choice was obvious, and I was determined, so I licked a long stripe of blood from his elbow until the bite, and I closed my eyes.

The taste was similar to when we kissed earlier, metallic and salty, only slightly different, as it was now not only my blood I was tasting, but his as well, and I found it so beautiful, knowing the same blood would flow through both our bodies.

I latched my mouth against the bite and closed my eyes shut, forcing myself to drink Jeongin's blood, even if the taste was making me nauseous.

He petted my hair gently, and after a few long seconds, my chest started throbbing with pain and I felt myself suffocating for air.

The pain was like nothing I've ever experienced before, not even when that loan shark would hit me and I would bruise for weeks on end. My whole body burned so badly, like it was on fire. My head hurt and I couldn't understand anything around me. All I could feel was the excruciating pain as Jeongin's blood travelled through me, changing every part I once held familiar, transforming it into something new, something different.

Jeongin took me in his arms against his chest, and held me tight as I was going through agony. I held onto him tight as well. It felt like the only one who could keep me anchored through this was him, so I snuggled closer to him and tried to breathe the pain away while he whispered kind words in my ears that I couldn't even hear well, let alone comprehend.

A few minutes later, my eyes grew heavy, and the world went blank.

The next morning, I woke up, still in Jeongin's arms. He was looking at me expectedly. Hunger pangs overcame me completely, and I felt myself unable to stay still.

"Faith..." he started, looking right into my eyes.

"Did it work...?" I asked him, and he chuckled.

"Red eyes suit you. How are you feeling?"

"I'm so, so hungry..." I replied truthfully, and he smiled.

"I'll teach you how we hunt."

"I can't believe I'm a vampire..." I said, snuggling myself closer to Jeongin. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, and my senses were on overdrive. I felt everything amplified a thousand times. Is this what Chan meant about the obsession? Was Jeongin mine, as I was his?

"I'm happy you chose to be with me forever, Faith."

"You also chose me. Thank you for that, Jeongin. I love you. Truly."

"I love you too. Should we go downstairs?"

We stood up and my body felt foreign. I had more strength than ever, and with just a glance outside, I could hear each individual bird singing in trees as far away as the eyes could reach. I was able to hear people's voices that I couldn't even see, listen to their conversations, I could smell the smoke I saw coming from the chimneys in the distance, and each and all my senses were intensified.

We made our way downstairs and the only ones in the kitchen were Chan and Minho.

"Good morning." Chan smiled. "Faith, you... you're different."

"Yes. I feel different, too..."

"I love your new smell. It's no longer... appetising." Minho smirked.

"Welcome to our family." Chan came next to me and took me in his arms, hugging me tight.

"How didn't any of you bite me until now?" I asked. "I feel so hungry and I smell someone like 10 houses over and the only thing I want to do is go and fucking snap their neck and drink their blood."

"You'll learn to control it, eventually." Chan assured me.

"Yea. It's all about self-control, missy." Minho replied, and I playfully slapped his arm.

It's been more than three years since I've been with Stray Kids, and life, as I once knew it, is now completely different. Or should I say death?

My heart stopped beating three years ago, and with it, the need for normal food, water, oxygen and any other things that make humans... human. The only craving I have now is blood, but after a lot of practice, I can now hunt by myself without needing someone else to help me not lose control. I learnt how to pick my prey and how much I can drink from someone without messing up their whole week.

My bond with Stray Kinds only strengthened with time. They are the family I never had, and the love we have for each other transcended even life and death.

It's funny, really. All these years, I tried so desperately hard to believe that the light at the end of the tunnel is not a train, that it wouldn't end up crushing me under its weight. I wanted so hard to believe that life could be different, that things will change. Now, I know that the light at the end of the tunnel has been and will always be Jeongin, who is my love, my sun, my everything, whom I love unconditionally, who made my heart beat even after it stopped beating, who took my breath away even after I stopped breathing. He is my religion, and I am his Faith.

My days are, for the first time ever since I was born, peaceful, tranquil, and the thought that there will only be serene days from now on, next to Jeongin, my husband, and our family, all the vampires in Stray Kids, is the most beautiful thing in the world.

~The End~

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