#there are also bits of this movie that REALLY confuzzle me

[thebirdandhersong]

Just started TLJ for fun because it was a Long Day and I wanted some form of distraction that didn't involve the current Ghost Crew kinda high stakes episode I was halfway through and I must say..... this is so strange to me

[ghostaddictgremlin]

Kamen Rider Gaim

Grande finale and I'm over with Gaim for now. I don't think I'll make a full review but overall it was rather mid for me and I don't think I'll watch it again (except certain Micchi episodes I have saved). I may watch some movies for Micchi but they're not on my KR prio list

Ep 41

I am confuzzled. They spent 40 episodes setting up this scenario saying it's a bad characteristic of Kouta... and now trying to be like: oh no, what will he choose?!

Honestly the only really uncomfortable thing with Micchi is Mai. But also... every relationship with Mai is uncomfortable

What is that bitch fight between Kaito and Micchi?😂

Why do you sound sooo adorable, Dr. Stylish?

THE BOIS!!

I expected it but still....

"Begone!" Yeet😂😂😂

Why are the gay cake dude and the cowardly glasses dude literally the best duo in the show?

Oh god, Micchi, my darling boy

Somehow Dr. Stylish gives me the vibes to also pathetic die like Sid

I wish I could feel even a tiniest bit empathetic with Kaito but I can't

Kids show :). Just mutilating the dead body

Ep 42

Peko has Gaim jacket :((( /pos

(Dr. Stylish just came out of nowhere. That was almost tea up my nose)

I would not fucking trust him

We're literally in the last episodes. Don't fuck me up Kaito

How fucking much I hate Kaito

ROHRBRUCHGASSE

Like even with all his insanity going on I feel like Micchi is still a nicer person than Kaito

I am seething. I feel like Kaito is presented as a good guy and Micchi as a bad guy but I feel lika Kaito is much more of a bad guy and much more into insanity

Micchi... my poor boi... my darling.... you're fucking manipulated again

OH NO MY POOR BOI

MY POOR BOI "Don't assume it's precious to me, just because it's my own life!" What if I fucking kms

Ep 43

BRUH DID NOT JUST CRUMBLE IT WHILE TAKING LETHAL DAMAGE

THE AESTHETIC OF THAT FUCKING SCENE?!?!?! I'm gonna kill myself

MICCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

You're wine absolutely does not look like wine

I fucking hate you. I love you. But I fucking hate you Dr. Stylish

Dr. Stylish I can't do this rn. I am sad over Micchi. Pls. I have conflicted feelings here

I- pls I can't I mmmmmmmm help

It's Mai! But with a cheap wig!

WHO MADE THAT SHOT?! WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GREAT SHOT?! IT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS PISSING HIMSELF😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kaito, do not touch my fucking boi. If you say one stupid word to him I will punch you so hard through the screen your existence as a character will be deleted

That is actually a focking amazing suit holy shit

On the one hand I am glad they didn't try to make me like him but also that resulted in me not liking him till the end

Oh wow, he looks cute with his hair open. Is he gonna die now?

LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY BOY😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😭 I have terrible humour

What did I say he dies pathetically?

Oh he's still alive? Oh he lost his mind?

I'm malfunctioning over his hair

OH he died even more pathetically funny

What a dramatic bitch I love him

Oh holy fucking shit what the hell???

You're really aesthetically dying ngl

Ep 44

ROHRBRUCHGASSE

OH Oh there's the horse. And there's the beginning

Kaito, shut the fuck up

I love that as soon as they become evil their hair becomes unbrushed

Why is everyone like literally insane. Wtf peach

I feel like it's not surprising that Kaito is the evil guy but it feels so sudden that he's now the evil guy after they tried to sell me him as a good guy for 40 fucking episodes

Oh no baby Zack no......

Sadly this is by far the coolest suit like damn

See???? See melon man!! He was deadly wounded and managed to get a shirt!!! Take notes!

Fucking exploded Kaito

Why does the soundtrack slap so hard in the last episodes tho

Ep 45

Pls don't die Zack

Honestly I can't believe melon man is dead. Like I really thought he's gonna come back

Can someone please hug my darling boy

Micchi......

Kaito was the original alpha male

Did you try to fucking explode him?

Well rip fucking peach lmaoo

DID MY BABY JUST DIE WTF MAN?!?!?!

How the fuck is she still alive?

Why can no one eat those fruits like a normal fucking being?

"I'm sorry, Neechan... I... can't eat your cooking anymore..." Kouta baby.....

Idk why the military is so funny to me but it's incredibly funny to me rn

Sadly the soundtrack slaps so hard yk

Ep 46

How the fuck did you get there and why are there explosions?

I really can't be sad he's dead. I fucking hate him

Oh no, it's Kouta. But with an ugly outfit and a cheap wig😂

They look so stupid in a... idk good way?😂

And now thinking about it... did Kaito epically carry Peach* just to throw her away somewhere?? Where did he leave her???

Did you really have to bring up Hase again? EHY DOES HE STILL NOT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HASE?!

hevzjqvzjbqkOqjoqjHES NOT DEAD HE'S NOT DEAD LOOK AT MY BABY

I CAN'T DO THIS WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY DARLING BOI

Oh my darling boi. He needs a hug and a hot chocolate and a stage to dance again

Oh welp he isn't dead after all

Family therapy♡

*I think I never said that Peach is Minako but I thought that nickname was obvious enough. And I really couldn't remember her name to save my life

Ep 47

I want to hug my little darling boy

I didn't see glasses guy on my list of favourite characters but here he is

Oh I guess that's apple suit but... differently?

I... I think he suffered enough

I love that it fucking hit him in the face

[personafanfic]

Okay after reading your angsty Bitter Sweet goodbye, I need some fluffy Unus and Annus x reader content please. Like them just walking about on a normal day holding hands with reader in between them? Or cuddling on their shared bed or something 🥺

Haha awww of course Anon! Yeah it was kinda my trying to let go story, definitely didn’t work, so I need this as much as you 😂

So sorry this took a while! I ended up writing a bunch of stuff but decided I wanted it as a separate headcanon for them so there is like 4 Headcanons for Unus annus coming out eventually just from this 😂

Fluffy Unus Annus here you are 💕💕 I might do Unus Annus Fluff Alphabet soon but for now here is general highlight reels of the relationship 

Ahh Also I wasn't sure if you wanted a Drabble or a Scenario or Headcanons so I just did random fluffy relationship headcanons. I will hopefully get Request Rules out soon but this is what I did for now. IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU MEANT

-Okay well I’m not sure if I made this clear or not but in my headcanins but this is a Vee relationship. Meaning you are involved with both romantically and sexually but not to each other. Like an open triangle or the letter V. 

-Theres always the little things in the relationship. You all appreciate and notice different things.

-They both loved how before each video they had to be in you would make sure their suit was perfect. That nothing was tucked in the sleeves weren't rolled and that their tie was perfect.

-They’ll always ‘fight’ for who goes last because that person gets the most time with you. You’ll pull their tie to make them come towards you at the end and it just makes there non existent hearts✨Flutter✨ like oh my god. 

-And when I say non existent I mean physically their hearts do not exist. Both of them have a heart of gold. They ACTUALLY melt, they will lean forward and just try to lean on you.

-The two are so creepy though without meaning to be. Like Coraline creepy tho. (Shoutout to Coraline for being my comfort movie)

-Like y’all could be cuddling and talking and all of the sudden you guys might be talking about death or endings, you know, the whole reason they’re there, and you’re not quite sure if you’re gonna stay cuddling or if your about to be ??murdered?? Like, you don’t feel as if your in danger AT ALL but like uhh “…You guys aren’t gonna kill me for your cult, are you??” “ITS NOT A CULT!”

-Annus is the king of doing shit for you but acting like he has NO idea what you're talking about and then refusing to look in your eyes for about a half an hour until you guilt him into looking in your eyes because like, he can't not look into your beautiful eyes

-Unus is the snuggle MASTER ahhhhhhhhHhHHhHHHHHHH. God he will cuddle you SO MUCH. Unless you ask him not to of course. But your warm body against his basically dead body, he is in loveeeeee.

-“I want kids.” “How about a sea monkeys and if you do good with that for a while, like three years, we will SEE about a goldfish.” “They…they only live for two years…” “Well you better figure it out if you want that goldfish.”

-You love talking about the future with them. They are a lil uhhh hesitant. On one hand you talking about the future makes them feel like a FUCKING GOD on the other how are you so sure there will be a future with them. 

-Not that they plan on leaving but like there is always a possibility no matter how diligent and careful your are. You know that, by why dwell on only possibilities plus it’s really funny to have Annus’ chaotic god like energy just disappear to your dreamlike fixation.

-Im sorry but can we talk about how if you guys are ever out in public, they will walk right behind you, next to each other, in sync. It looks like you have your own gang! If you were to just see them walking and you don’t talk to them they can be VERY intimidating. 

-One time you snapped your fingers and everyone around you looked on edge while they were just confuzzled. Why would you snap your fingers?? And then theres the man a few steps away from you three waiting a bit to see if he needs to call the authorities.

-They can't ALWAYS be here, even if they wanted to. They do have a reason to be there plus sometimes they need to rest so if they know they won't be around or able to contact you they’ll leave sticky notes around the house about the things they love about you, complements, inspirational quotes etc.

-There are so many ups and downs with these two but one thing is for sure. Being with them is so much fun and has had such a difference that you’re not even thinking of tomorrow but whats happening then and there.

✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

Request are Open

Masterlist

I hope you enjoyed

Just a reminder ANNUS IS NOT MARK AND UNUS IS NOT ETHAN they have their own physical form they can get whenever they want. It takes energy to do so, so they rest spiritually (AKA their non physical form and what they actually are) in the minds of their host (AKA Ethan and Mark) No one has actually gotten it confused it is just Very important to me that everyone understands this, if any questions just ask in the asks.

[curly-bangtan]

A Drop of Heaven II: Doll

[Series Masterlist]

Pairing: ot7 x reader // this chapter: Seokjin x reader, some Taehyung x reader

Series summary: Seven vampires have secretly been roaming the darks of your world for millennia. Each brother selects a Feed who becomes supernaturally bound to him, whose blood will be fed on until their inevitable mortal death. They have spent their eternity hunting for the exorbitant rarity that is angel blood - the most heavenly of food for vampires that fuel them with desire, lust and satiety. So what happens when they all find you, the first angel-blooded being they’ve encountered in two centuries?

Genre: vampire au, poly au, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (e2l)

Warnings in this chapter: blood drinking, mentions of abuse, obv blood and gore, kind subtle baby girl fetish?? oc has trust issues

Word count: 9k

A/N: This took me so much effort to write for some reason… SIGH I feel like it’s shit and disappointing cos it contains filler info that’s necessary for plot building. As for the lack of _smut_ (which ik is what y’all filthy animals are here for), I promise the next chapter will make up for it!!

[prelude, i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, epilogue]

❦

“Here you go.”

The clang of the white floral-embossed porcelain dish against the glass surface of the dining table sounds particularly crisp to you ear. The fresh pungent seafood smell infiltrating your nostrils, strong and unmistakable, answering your gurgling stomach.

“Lobster truffle tagliatelle.”

You stare, gobsmacked, at the melon-sized plate of pasta placed in front of you. It’s been so long, so long, since you’ve had a remotely satiating meal. Eyes and mouth watering from the delicious scent, you almost don’t know where to start digging in.

“T-Thank you.” You remember to say, though it comes out as a stammer. The corner of Seokjin’s pursed lips turn up slightly, enough for it to count as a smile.

Fork in your hand trembling in excitement, you impale a large chunk of fresh juicy lobster and twirl a good portion of pasta around it. When the flavour touches your tongue, a grenade of bliss detonates in your mouth, flooding up to awaken the pockets of happiness in your mind that have laid dormant for a while. You can’t help the groan of pleasure that escapes almost indecently.

You stop mid-groan when you remember your whereabouts and present company.

“This is amazing. Thank you for cooking for me.” Clearing your throat, you thank Seokjin again. As you glance up at him, you notice the blush creeping on not his cheeks, but his ears. In any other circumstances, you would find it endearing.

“You’re welcome, it’s my pleasure.” He has a habit of not meeting your eye when he speaks to you, it hasn’t taken you even a day to notice, as his attention currently fixes on a particularly large blotch of oil stain on his cooking apron. “I… enjoy cooking.”

.

After the happenings yesterday, the taste of Namjoon’s blood still tingling the buds of your tongue, you have been trying to steer your mind away from him. You had learnt that vampires sleep during the day, while staying active at night. It had been Monday morning when Namjoon left you in the room after… that thing, and you haven’t seen him emerge from his room since, not even in the evening when he was supposed to be awake.

Good, you don’t want to even remotely think about that. Or him.

You hope you won’t have to encounter him again for the rest of the week now that your day with him is over. That sire bond magic… The memory of the carnal compulsion throbbing in your head and chest makes you shiver.

Is that going to happen with all of them? Because if so, you don’t know how long you can keep hold of your sanity.

So for the rest of the day yesterday, in the absence of your sire to dictate you around in his obnoxiously stern voice, you took it upon yourself to explore the manor and try find out more about this predicament you’re caged in. You made it not ten steps out your room in the eerie candle lit hallway when you stumbled across Hoseok. No, stumbling across is perhaps not the correct term. You have a feeling he had been lurking around, waiting for you.

In your weak-willed confuzzled state from the fixing of the sire bond, you could all but refuse to let him take you on a grand tour around the maze of a mansion the seven of them inhabit. Hoseok had leaped at your response, so enthusiastic, resembling a child receiving a brand new toy he had been begging his parents for.

Despite his constant unfailing smile, there is something quite uncanny about the red-haired vampire. If you look at him for long enough, you can spot the smallest spark of madness behind the glaze of his eyes.

Still, regardless of your hunch, you allowed him to tug on your freshly healed wrist after him. Last time you defied Namjoon, that happened. You didn’t dare to seek the repercussions of challenging another vampire, especially one appearing as eccentric as Hoseok.

Stunning is perhaps too little a word to describe this estate - this is a place of fairytales. Two stories high, a garden the size of a park, a swimming pool to supplement the natural rock pools and ponds, a fertile greenhouse, a library fit for royalty, an underground gym next door to the cinematic movie room… Almost all the facilities one would find in a town located under a single roof. On the second floor are the seven bedrooms, and though Hoseok didn’t take you into any of them, he explained that they are all ensuite and connected to another private room.

“It’s called the Feed room, where the Feed of each vampire resides. The room you were in earlier was Namjoon-hyung’s, his bedroom which he doesn’t allow his Feeds in is through the door opposite the bed.” The door through which he had fled, you had noted in your head. “We don’t normally enter each other’s Feed rooms - it’s disrespectful, invasion of an extremely intimate space.”

No wonder Namjoon had been so displeased with Jimin.

“I guess how it will work now that all seven of us are sharing you,” Hoseok continued. A muscle in your throat twitched at ‘sharing you’. “Is that at the end of every day at midnight, you will rotate to the next Feed room where whoever awaits you. Kinda like… speed dating, but with feeding, and minus the speed ‘cause it lasts a whole day, and also it’s a perpetual weekly cycle.” He let out a sudden burst of laughter, as if he had said something funny, but you found no humour in the situation.

A perpetual weekly cycle. For the rest of your life. Rotating between seven vampires every single day.

The malignant lump in your throat grows, suffocating you.

Hoseok paid no heed to your lacklustre reaction at his supposed joke, instead threw an arm around you and guided you down the corridor. You didn’t run into anyone else in the duration of the tour, no doubt because it was the middle of the day which meant the vampires were all fast asleep.

You wished you ran into someone, anyone, even Namjoon. The sole company of Hoseok was making you uneasy. His overt eagerness towards you, almost like a pet dog, threw you off your axes. Every time he reached out to touch you in some way, though it’s always a harmless friendly gesture, you suppress the instinct to move away.

He appears a very simple man, genuinely happy all the time, child-like cheerfulness, very easy going. But that is all the more reason to fear him. He can act like this with you now, as if you are his friend, yet will also show no mercy in drinking your blood. You still remember how fanatically impatient to feed on you he had been, practically pouncing at your collarbone once given the green light from his leader.

This gemini personality makes you unwilling to trust him one bit, regardless of his kind comical display.

As Hoseok dropped you off back at Namjoon’s Feed room to catch some rest himself, you wonder how he dared to leave you alone unattended. Surely you could sneak out while they’re all asleep and make your great escape.

You had sat at the edge of your bed plotting, deep in contemplation of whether to leave right now before it’s too late, or to earn their trust first. But what would they do if they ever found you again? Surely not kill you, they need you alive for your blood. Surely they won’t hurt you that much either, would they? But then there is also the problem of where to go. You have no home, no family apart from your uncle whose fate remains unknown, no money, no life to return to. What’s the point of escaping then? At least here, you serve a purpose, have a roof over your head and food cooked for you.

Though the harder you thought, the more a heavy exhaustion fell over you. Your daily routine would now have to be synchronised with these vampires, you would have to sleep during the day so you could be awake for them to feed on at night.

You fell asleep wondering whether it was the sire bond lulling you to slumber, among other things in you that it has control over which you do not know of yet.

.

“You enjoy cooking?” You ask curiously after chewing your enormous bite. “So vampires eat regular human food too?”

Seokjin pulls out the chair in front of you at the clothed banquet table and takes a seat. “Well, not really. I guess it’s just me. I find cooking kind of therapeutic and calming in a way, and even though it doesn’t satisfy my hunger, I might as well eat what I’ve cooked rather than let it go to waste. The taste took some time to get used to, human food tasted so strange at first, but I’ve learnt how to appreciate it now… You know?” As he speaks, his finger traces the gold embroidery on the black tablecloth. You oddly want him to look up and meet your eye, but he doesn’t.

You decide that you like Seokjin.

He possesses a soft, shy, delicate quality to him, and unlike anyone else you can tell with certainty that it isn’t a deceitful facade. He is almost very… normal. Namjoon, Jimin, Hoseok, you can believe to be vampires. Whereas with Seokjin, you can’t seem to comprehend.

“Well, you’re a great chef.” It is intriguing, peculiar, how he shows such interest in something as mundane as cooking. He has an eternity to live, yet he chooses to explore the food of mortals as his hobby. But judging by the way you had watched him cook, you suppose culinary skill is more of an art to him. You don’t know why you find that rather cute.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, finally glancing up to check your face only to quickly look back down at his hands when your eyes meet.

When the clock struck twelve at midnight, marking the start of a new day - Tuesday, your day with Seokjin, you woke up with a clearer mind. You would stay here, at least for a while longer, get a feel of this lifestyle, perhaps learn some of their secrets first before making the decision of whether to run away.

You hadn’t bother letting Namjoon know as you made your way to Seokjin’s Feed room. The place is significantly different from Namjoon’s; clean, creamy white, and a gold wardrobe full of laced garments. Very feminine. A note sitting on the pristine dresser wrote:

Good evening.

Please dress in the attire I’ve selected for you found in the wardrobe. If you have any problems, you are welcome to knock on my door to seek help.

- Seokjin

Already, you had taken a preference to him at that point. He seems polite, respectful, the opposite of Namjoon’s imposing rules.

“Why don’t you have some of the pasta? Not hungry?” You smooth over the crease of your ivory dress. It is very finely made, you don’t require an expert eye to be able to recognise; not only this but every piece of clothing in his closet for you. Where did they get all this money?

“Um, I…”

When his sentence fizzles out, you realise your mistake. Your ‘hungry’ is different from his ‘hungry’. He eats food for pleasure, not out of hunger; his thirst is only satisfied through drinking blood, of course. You feel stupid.

“Or… Thirsty?” Placing your silver fork down leaning against the plate, you wipe your mouth with a napkin.

Seokjin physically goes rigid, more so than before. “N-No, I’m fine.” The fabric of the tablecloth bunches up under his fist before he lets it loose. His lips are pursed tensely, rounding his spotless cheeks.

Somehow you aren’t convinced; he hadn’t said it with much conviction. But why conceal his thirst? For once, a part of you wishes for him to feed on you. Seokjin may be your only amicable ally in this house, your only way out even. Bridging the gap between the two of you could be of more use in the future than what you can imagine currently. Furthermore, despite yourself, you feel a sort of empathy towards him. No, maybe empathy isn’t the right word; it’s more like you see a potential of a friendship between the two of you, and you would like to understand him better.

The difference in your mood when you are with him compared to the others is quite drastic, you’ve noticed. You don’t feel bitter or defiant like with Namjoon, hesitant and timid like with Jimin, nor fearful and subdued like with Hoseok. You are at ease, his presence almost calms you though you can’t quite put your finger on the root of it. Perhaps it is because he is the only person thus far who you sense complete genuinity and even guilt from.

But you don’t push it. If he doesn’t insist on feeding, then he has his reasons. It just adds to his intrigue.

A silence falls over the both of you, with you preoccupied with your meal, which you don’t know whether to call it your lunch or dinner see as it is currently the middle of the night. Seokjin gathers himself and straightens, watching you devour his signature dish. He had woken up at the crack of dusk, just as the sunlight was trickling away into evening, to buy the lobster fresh from his well-acquainted vendor by the pier. It is always a nuisance to try to go unnoticed outside; he much prefers staying at home and avoiding the curious breed that is mankind. But he wanted to not only make you feel welcome, but also to impress you. Though you don’t need to know that.

Seokjin is sure your night with Namjoon could not have been a pleasant one. He has scolded his younger brother many-a-times before about being more lenient with his Feeds, but he is a stubborn self-righteous man. Seokjin knows he shouldn’t have but he couldn’t help but listen in on your argument with him, he blames it on the heightened hearing. Though, Namjoon’s Feed room quickly went very silent apart from a few whimpers, which he presumed was because he resorted to feeding to suppress you.

“So… I know this must not be great for you, it usually takes Feeds a while to accept and get used to their new life, but how are you coping with every?” You are surprised to find him meeting your eye and instigating such conversation. He knows he is shy, yet he is trying. At this rate, you will grow fond of him.

“Well.” You unconsciously pat your bloated belly, unaccustomed to having a full stomach; no matter how much you want to finish this glorious plate of pasta, you physically don’t think you can take another bite. “I think ‘not great’ is a slight understatement.” When he winces, you quickly retract your sour tone. “It’s just… a lot to take in. It is overwhelming, really, to be almost plucked out and inserted into a completely different world like I’m some character in a game. The whole supernatural magic thing, the sire bond, the blood drinking. I’m still trying to process it.”

“Of course, I understand that. Trust me, if I could have it any other way, I would.” There is a hint of melancholy in his voice, and his eyes seem to drift to a distant past that you wish to see too. “I guess it doesn’t help that we are all very different vampires fundamentally, with completely different methods of action.”

“Yes, I mean I have spent one day with Namjoon, and only have just briefly spoken to you, Jimin and Hoseok so I can hardly pass a solid judgement, but I can already sense your dissimilarities.”

“How was Namjoon by the way? Harsh, I imagine?” His gaze travels to your wrists, which you note he has been doing subconsciously quite often. Is it out of thirst? Or is it out of concern on whether you were mistreated?

“Namjoon-” Your heart lurches just from saying his name, and the coil that has loosened itself since the last time you thought about your debauchery begins to wind again. “Yeah, harsh.”

“You will have to forgive him. He is… particular about his ways, very set on regulations and discipline. To him, there is a very well-defined line between Feed, and everyone else. Though the rest of us are usually at least friendly with ours, he has always kept it a strict predator-prey relationship with his Feeds. He does not speak to them if not needed, does not see them unless it is to feed, does not allow himself to even converse with them lest they overstep the boundaries he sets. It is an obsolete way to live, as a vampire, yet flexibility and adaptability are not words that agree with Namjoon’s fundaments.”

That explains so much about Namjoon as a person. Perhaps he fears attachment and intimacy with one that he is supposed to view as no more than food.

“Right.” You ponder aloud, perplexed. “I guess I could understand that perspective. Tell me more, about all of you.” This insight into their characters is not only fascinating but is also such useful information, whoever you need to use it against in the future.

Seokjin hesitates, as if unsure he whether he is at liberty to reveal more. But to your relief, he continues.

“Yoongi, you really need to be careful with. I shouldn’t speak ill of him as his brother, but his methods with his Feed are… extremely questionable. A Feed usually lasts us a decade or more; Yoongi can drain his Feeds to death in weeks, even after healing them. The problem isn’t his thirst nor his self-control, it is his lack of empathy, his cruelty. The way he treats his Feeds are… inhumane. We aren’t human but we at least try to act civil, yet Yoongi embraces our nature as demons in its entirety. He doesn’t even try to act like he is more than the monsters we are. He is a sadist, loves to inflict pain, to crush pretty things in his fist...”

Your breath hitches. You had sensed his darkness from the moment you laid your eyes on him when you woke up to them surrounding your bed. He drains his Feeds in weeks? There is no way you’ll survive Yoongi alone, never mind all seven of them.

“And what day am I with him again?” Staring at your half empty plate, you feel your blood draining from your head. Even his own brother admits that he is a monster, you can’t begin to imagine what he will actually be like with you.

“Wednesday, tomorrow.”

It’s like being shoved down a great chasm. The pure dread dripping like acid down your throat as your heart sinks.

You thought Namjoon was bad, but somehow the thought of being bossed around by him sounds extremely pleasant compared to being with Yoongi. And you are going to be alone in his Feed room as well... With no one to stop him to hurt you however he wants… Surely someone will step in if he takes it too far right? Surely, now that they are sharing a Feed? Please?

Flashbacks to your uncle’s fist connecting to your temple flare in your mind, the way he would smile every time he drew blood as if it were some sort of achievement. But you’ve been tortured before. You’ve had it all.

Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared.

You’ve had it all.

You’ve suffered and survived. You can suffer and survive again.

When Seokjin notices the slight trembling at your throat, how your eyes are frozen and glazed over as if in a trance, he quickly says, “Look, don’t worry, Y/N. If he takes anything too far, seriously harms you in anyway, let me know and I will make him stop.”

You blink at Seokjin. And wonder quietly how someone as soft-spoken and gentle as him could command a devilish psychopath. You appreciate the offer, you trust his kindness, you just don’t believe he would be capable of stopping his brother from doing what he wishes if Yoongi with you is as he described.

“Why is he like this..?” Why are there men like him and your uncle? And why can you never escape them?

“He…” Seokjin sighs. “Yoongi was not always like this. We have lived for a really long time, have been through a lot of misery that we all cope with in our own ways. The Yoongi I knew two millennia ago is still in this husk of a man, deep down. He thinks detaching from his emotions, creating this evil persona of himself is the only way he can continue living for eternity. We’ve all tried to help him, trust me, we have. It’s heartbreaking to see someone you love-”

His voice catches in his throat, and you glance up at his face, beautifully contorted in such a candor pain, plump bottom lip jutted out. You pity him. It is torturous to love a monster, worse for immortals.

“I understand it must be.” You quietly say, unsure of how to console him. These vampires, the complexity and depth of their issues are nothing you can ever relate to. You can offer no advice except your sympathy.

You try not to think about how your encounter with Yoongi, the creature so sick and twisted that it broke his brothers’ hearts, is tomorrow. You hate him already.

Desperate to wipe off the sorrow in Seokjin’s features that constricts your heart, you swiftly change the topic. “Tell me about your other brothers. Hoseok? Jimin? Taehyung?”

Seokjin’s eyes widen, as if awoken from deep thought, a redness tinting his face as if embarrassed from the vulnerability he accidentally displayed. “Right.” After clearing throat, his voice resumes its stability. “I guess you should also be careful around Hoseok; he is rather wild and unpredictable, sort of takes everything with a dash of humour, but is also the one with the worst self-control out of us all. He’s impatient and childish, hasn’t really seem to have grown out of his teenage mentality even after two thousand years.”

Just as you predicted. You gulp. This is an improvement from Yoongi, but so is everything. Is that really the standard you’re measuring against now? Seokjin sees the concern in your expression.

“But-” he quickly says, “his intentions are never malicious in any form. I can’t stress enough that he is really just a child at heart who wants to find light in every situation, so don’t let his moods scare you.”

“He does seem… rather odd.” Borderline lunatic, but that would be too rude to call him to his brother. Maybe you are being rude and quick to judge. When did you become like this?

To your surprise, Seokjin lets out a chuckle. You watch his eyes crease in genuine humour, a sight that makes you smile without reason. “Yes, he is very odd. But you will grow to appreciate or even like his personality. Truly brightens your day.”

Oh? You can’t say you believe him. So far, with the exception of Seokjin maybe, you don’t trust any of these vampires. You don’t see yourself ever letting your guard down around them in the future.

“Now Jimin, he wears his heart on his sleeve - very affectionate and loving with his Feeds, almost the polar opposite from Yoongi. He only sires females, and more times than not he falls in love with them. Actually, forget more times than not, I mean every time.”

That both surprises and doesn’t surprise you. It surprises you because it means that tenderness he had shown towards you had not been false afterall. Yet it doesn’t surprise you because in your heart you had believed him when he said he values and respects you, and those emotive eyes of his cannot lie.

Does this also means he will fall in love with you?

You don’t know how to feel. It is oxymoronic to you, for his prey to also be his lover. But what scares you is that, if the sire bond had caused such a drastic change in the dynamic between you and Namjoon, you can only imagine how strongly it will hit a romantic dreamer like Jimin.

And you. Will you fall in love with him too?

“That surely isn’t wise; he must get devastated when his Feeds… pass away.” You ask, and Seokjin’s shrug conveys the same lack of understanding for his brother’s ways as you.

“His coping mechanism is to find a new Feed to fall in love with as quick as possible, find someone to replace that void in his heart. I can sympathise with the appeal of love, we have lived for so long, it gets lonely for someone as affectionate as Jimin who always seeks another half.” At the word lonely, your eyes meet, and for a second you swear you can feel Seokjin resonating with the feeling.

You get the urge to reach out to hold his hand across the table and tell him that he isn’t alone now, though you don’t know why. But you just stare at his creamy unblemished skin and reply, “Oh.”

It shocks you, the urge of emotions you sometimes feel for this man before you, despite knowing him for not a week. You truly, truly want to comfort him. He seems so pure, so undeserving of the title of a vampire. Confusion whirls in your mind.

“As for Taehyung. Oh, Taehyung…” Seokjin sighs in a way that instantly makes you even more interested in the boy he speaks of. “He has many layers to him that will slowly be peeled to reveal a heart of gold, but first you need to endure his mystery and mischief. He may appear unreadable and confusing at first - he’s always had this strange duality to him, but in the end he forms such deep bonds with his Feeds. He is very picky when selecting his Feed, it takes him the longest time to choose one as his taste buds are peculiar and he always assesses the person as a whole rather than settling for any blood.

“He likes to spoil them with riches, designer clothes, sparkling diamonds, anything they desire. Feeds are more like friends then food to him, perhaps on the other extreme from Namjoon. Not only this, he is kind to all of our Feeds too. Him and Jimin often like to share or swap Feeds, as long as one of them doesn’t get to jealous and possessive. He hides his compassion behind his rascal playfulness, but really, he grieves the loss of his Feeds the most out of us all.”

In the blur of your memory, you remember Taehyung as the blonde devilishly handsome boy who was the first to dig his fangs into you. You had been so susceptible to his charm, had leaned into his touch because you had wanted him. Now Seokjin is telling you that this boy is a deeply emotional being who treasures his Feeds as companions?

Should you perhaps not place so much trust in Seokjin? Afterall his opinion on his brothers will of course be biased. Or maybe it is your own judgement that you should doubt. You had been quick to decide on how you view these vampires with the prejudice that they are uncivilised beasts. Yet their complexities have been proven time and time again, shedding the misconceptions you had doled them in your head.

You shall reserve your judgement from now on.

“Also, he will probably ask you to be his muse.”

“Muse…?”

“Yes, Taehyung loves to paint.” Seokjin smiles down at the patterns of the tablecloth to himself with a glimmer of pride for his brother’s artistry.

“Talking about me behind my back, hyung?” A rich voice appears behind you so abruptly that you jump out of your seat, startled, your chair falling back loudly. The clang echoes up the tall walls of the dining room.

Before you can look back, you hear the newcomer effortlessly pick up the fallen chair and push it towards you until its cushioned edge hits the pits of your knees. You smell him before you see him, a fresh almost fruity scent.

“Careful there, Y/N. Can’t contain your excitement to see me?” As he whispers in your ear, an ice cold shiver runs down the course of your back, his breath tingling your skin like teasing fingers.

When you finally get the chance to fully take in his appearance, your legs almost give in and plop right down onto the chair. Some people are so stunning that every time you look at them feels like the first time, their beauty never ceases to strike at you, rendering you completely defenseless. You want to say the culprit is his eyes, but then you see the glorious arch of his nose, and Michaelangelo-painted lips. If Seokjin’s beauty is an iridescence flawlessly-round pearl, Taehyung would be the sharp vibrant amethyst glittering like an undiscovered galaxy.

His tongue swipes out to wet his lips. Something inside you screams.

“Taehyung-ah, it’s impolite to lurk around, and especially rude to intrude on a conversation that does not involve you.” Seokjin chastises, standing up as well to mirror your stance. Suddenly, he sounds quite authoritative, not dictating like Namjoon, but stern, imperious. Unlike his timid tone with you previously.

“Sorry, hyung.” Taehyung expels a childish puff of air through his nostrils and puckers his lips. “Just wanted to see our dear angel over here.”

He stares at you with such an overt desire, almost lewly, that you feel something crawl beneath your skin. You take a step back closer to the table and turn to face Seokjin, if only to save your senses from imploding.

“You may wait your turn to get to know her, like everyone else.” The older vampire states, and though irritation should be ticking his handsome visage, you find a softness in its place.

And once again, you catch a glimpse of the extensive love and tenderness Seokjin feels for his brothers despite their behaviour and his role to keep them in line as the eldest.

“I know, I know.” Taehyung doesn’t step towards you despite noticing the distance you’ve placed. From his tight jaw, you can tell that patience is perhaps not his strong suit. It is straining him. “Only wanted to say hi.” He grumbles, still pouting.

This boyish mannerism is a guise, you remind yourself, masking the sophisticated soul Seokjin was describing. But why? You don’t understand all these impostures they like to put up. Why must they exhaust themselves by constantly playing games of Hide and Seek?

“Well there you go. Y/N and I will get going now, Taehyung.” Seokjin strides around the long dining table to reach your side. As he approaches, you watch his broad shoulders swing from side to side, an irony against his gentle personality.

“Shouldn’t you wash the dishes first, hyung? Can’t leave dirty plates lying around.”

Humour does not find Seokjin’s face, but it does yours. This Taehyung is a daring one to test his brother like this. You glance over to find the same mirth glinting in his ocean blue eyes. You look back at your feet to stifle a giggle.

“I-” He lets out a resigned sigh. “Fine, I will do them right now, don’t you worry. Y/N,” you face him as he address you, and three feet away, his skin looks just as porcelain clear, “why don’t you meet me in my Feed room?”

“I’ll escort her.” Taehyung quickly chimes in.

You hear a noise of protest before you are whisked away by a large palm on the small of your back. When you turn your head back, you see Seokjin shaking his in disapproval and pushing his hair back to reveal the pale curve of his forehead. The action flusters you for some reason.

But then you are keenly aware of the vampire beside you, guiding you out the room towards the grand staircase. The pounding of your heart grows heavier, nervous, scared even. As you peek up at him, Taehyung meets your eye, that serpentine tongue sliding out again. Matching his meandering pace, the both of you walk up the stairs wordlessly. The polished rail happily meets his fingertips as he slides them along the bannister. Your mind scrambles to anticipate what he’ll do next.

At the penultimate step, he makes an abrupt halt. You take your final step onto the landing before your legs know to cease motion as well. And with one wrong turn of you foot, you make the mistake of spinning towards him.

With the height leverage, you are at eye level with each other. Nose to nose, breath to breath. You twisted so quickly out of surprise for his sudden stop that he has to catch you by your waist to prevent you from toppling onto him.

Satan...

It has to be black magic cloaking this boy because you find yourself being sucked into him no matter how lethal he appears.

“Sweet angel.” He takes in your face as if you are a work of art, and now your heart is racing. Because the way he looks at you is the way so many girls dream and dream to be regarded by beautiful men like him with even just an inkling of the longing in his eyes.

“I have turned this world upside down looking for you, you have no idea…” Slender fingers snake to the back of your hips, shooting a flaming arrow up your spine until it is tingling your scalp. You notice the subtle difference in his tone from before, more gentle, less fanatic. “And now I’ve found you. So please understand and forgive my forwardness, I really cannot contain my need for you.”

All you can do is blink at him.

“Uh…” The flattery that his words imbues in you sits in your stomach, tumbling your insides into a tight knot. The feeling of being wanted, needed...

Taehyung lightly tugs on your waist until your hips are touching. When he leans into you, you hold your breath, frozen, watching his lips near yours. But rather than meeting your own lips, they skim past the corner of your mouth, the sensation sending a hot pulse down to your core. His mouth puckers at your cheek, kissing it with a delicacy that you don’t expect from him.

You can’t tell whether the drop of your heart is from relief or disappointment that he didn’t kiss you.

If anyone had tried such an intimate gesture with you, especially a stranger you hardly know, you would’ve kicked them in the shin, or at least yell and pull away. But for some reason, you revel in the smoothness if his lips on your skin, like a cool silken handkerchief brushing against your face.

You lean in, feet digging into the wooden floor to ground yourself. Your fingers toy with the fabric of your dress to remind yourself that this is real.

His lips travel to your ear, breath tickling the sensitive microscopic hairs on your face. “You don’t have to be shy with me, okay?” His voice tunnels into your ear, like a hand reaching into you and tying up your lungs. “You don’t have to pretend not to yearn for me.”

It is a bold assumption he is making, but it is also a true one.

You do yearn for him, in more ways than you can comprehend. The fibres that make up your being goes against the logic in your brain that tells you to hate this blood-sucking demon. But the sire bond hasn’t even been set between you two yet, has it?

Taehyung takes his last step up the staircase to arrive beside you, hands not quite leaving your hips but rather falls loosely to your side. Incapable of uttering a word, you allow him to lead you along the U-shaped corridor, passing door to door that only differ by the gold initials engraved in the dark mahogany wood. Until you arrive before one with SJ - Feed carved.

“Thank you for walking me.” You say although it’s more him who is grateful for the opportunity to spend time with you.

“It’s my greatest pleasure, of course.” Dipping his head, you catch a glimpse of the most dashing of smiles that allows the tip of his fang to peak through. Are they permanently unsheathed?

In the silence that follows, you wonder about the other vampires, their current whereabouts, whether they can hear your conversation with Taehyung. It is eerily quiet, and this house is large enough for your voice to echo. Can they all overhear Taehyung’s brave advances towards you? Can Seokjin?

“I guess this is my least favourite part of our journey - parting.” Taehyung brushes a stray wisp of hair behind your ear. Then the mischief returns to his voice as he suddenly lunges and nibbles on your earlobe, fangs deliberately missing your flesh. “From now on, you will find yourself looking forward to our time together. I promise you, Saturday will soon become your favourite day of the week.”

Then he’s gone.

This vampire speed is beginning to get on your nerves. How dare they always take advantage of this ability to flee at the most convenient times?

Though it’s not like you would’ve been able to muster a response anyway. Taehyung has a talent in extracting all function from your brain.

You enter Seokjin’s Feed room and slump against the door. Truly exhausted from the interaction with such an unpredictable, intoxicating being. You actually begin to miss the older vampire, the comfort and security he provides.

It is interesting, though, how Seokjin has chosen a whole wardrobe of clothes for you. He hadn’t been insistent on you wearing them, but it’s not like there has been any provided alternative to the white-pink paletted, almost lolita-styled outfits either. You pad over the closet and swing the doors wide open from the gold knob. Today you had picked one of the plainer, more neutral white dresses, devoid of any lace unlike almost every article of clothing in this wardrobe.

So Seokjin likes lace, huh?

You pull open the underwear drawer, hand running through the rows of neatly folded panties. You imagine how flustered he must have been while folding these, and smile to yourself. Your fingers encountered a larger piece of undergarment. Hooking it out, the fabric falls open, revealing an ivory lace bodysuit dangling from your finger.

Yet what makes your eyes bulge are the suspender straps that hang from the bottom.

Oh.

Why has he chosen…

Oh?

You feel a strange sense of perversion as you line it against your body and look into the mirror. Does he wish for you to wear this? Surely not the shy Seokjin you were speaking to?

But then you look around the room and notice a very blatant preference that he has. Gold-rimmed white bed frame, pink-accented white sheets, pearl-embellished white curtains. The entire room is washed over with a pure, almost infantile aesthetic.

And when it clicks in your head, you recognise how obviously this corresponds with and reflects Seokjin’s clean appearance and virtuous nature.

Hesitant, you shed your dress and try on the body suit. To your amazement, its sheer material fits you like a second skin, hugging your body at your hips and bosom espeically. You inhale in wonder at your own reflection, marvelling how good you look in this garment.

Never have you worn anything that has made you feel remotely as sensual, as titillating.

Your appearance is an oxymoron; you look so innocent with the little bows and floral web, yet so provocative with the neckline revealing your cleavage and ass completely exposed by the thong cutting. A wave of cold hits you, and your nipples respond.

The door behind you opens.

In the mirror, your eyes meet Seokjin’s as he immediately freezes at the sight of you, one foot stepped into the room. And for a horrifying moment, your heart plunging down to earth’s core, your reflections just stare at each other. Utterly mortified.

There’s a glint in his eyes that stirs something in your stomach.

“Shit!” You shriek when you regain your awareness of the situation. Seokjin swiftly slams the door shut as he exits the room, yelling a stuttering apology from outside. You quickly dig out a pale pink sweatshirt and matching joggers, the most concealing outfit you can find, and throw it over yourself.

Your face is burning. You don’t know how you can face him again after he’s seen you in that... that sheer lacy lingerie...

A knock sounds from the door, slow and hesitant. “Um, are you… dressed?” His voice wavers.

You wait a second to get yourself together before answering, “yes.”

When he enters this time, both your eyes are fixed on the wooden floor. Seokjin’s ears are bright red, almost as vibrant as his pursed lips. His own heart is hammering, the image of you dressed in that bodysuit refusing to leave his mind. He is scolding himself for even allowing such a thing to happen. Has he no manners? How could he just barge into a lady’s room like that unannounced?

Awkwardness brews between you two until he manages to gather his voice. “I’m truly so sorry, I didn’t mean to- I didn’t think you’d be-” His breath hitches. “I-I should have knocked. I’m sorry.”

You glance up at him, cheeks still aflame, to find him frowning at his feet, so clearly screaming at himself in his head. So you say, “It’s fine. It was an accident, you didn’t know.”

Sitting yourself onto the end of the bed, you watch him stay standing by the closed door, motionless still. There is now a tension in the air, like the wall of privacy that separates you two has been breached.

“Um… You don’t have to… stand all the way there, you know?” You say to him, hoping to ease his discomfort. Hell, he seems more uncomfortable than you do.

Seokjin looks up, nods nervously and sits a meter away from you on the bed. You almost see the clockworks ticking in his brain, trying to find the words to say to you to lessen the weird atmosphere.

“I didn’t expect you this soon.” You mutter, also trying to find a way to communicate that it’s okay.

“I washed up quickly.” The image of Seokjin doing the dishes in vampire speed in fear of Taehyung trying anything on you actually spreads your lips into a grin. Your unexpected amusement surprises him, and he finds himself smiling as well.

When you look at each other, the tension begins to ebb away, the both of you starting to find humour in this stupid situation. You heart warms, and you decide in this moment that, yes, you want to grow closer with Seokjin. You haven’t had any sort of companion in a while, your sister the only exception, and though you have gotten accustomed to the solidarity, you often find yourself craving for someone who understands you, who’s always there to talk to you.

And thus far he has been nothing if not open and honest with you. Answering your questions, helping you ease into this new life.

“I want to ask you about your sixth brother.”

Seokjin blinks at you. “Jungkook?”

“Ah right, that’s his name.” There are seven vampires in this house, yet you have only really encountered six of them. That time when you had first woken up on that bed, only six of them had fed on you. You thought you had seen someone lurking in the corner of the room, yet in your delirious overwhelmed state, you hadn’t paid much attention. You haven’t met him since. “Where is he? How come I haven’t seen him at all?”

The sigh you get in response percolates your intrigue. “Jungkook doesn’t feed.”

You think you’ve misheard him at first. “Sorry?”

“Jungkook doesn’t feed.” He states with such certitude. “He drinks from blood bags only. Sundays will be your day off; I don’t suppose you’ll see much of him even then, I guess you’d be able to do whatever you wish on his days.”

Your gratitude is overshadowed by your curiosity. Why would he, a vampire, choose to drink stale blood when there is a fresh option? “Wait, how come?”

Another one of those strained sighs, like he is frustrated with his brother for being this way, but not quite. “It… isn’t really my place to tell his story. He used to feed, but all you need to know is that now he doesn’t want to anymore.”

You take this as a sign to not prod on this matter anymore, you shall seek answers elsewhere at some point. But now you’re immensely interested. What kind of story is it that he isn’t permitted to tell?

“I understand.” You nod, feigning apathy.

He seems relieved by your reply, no longer having to tread carefully around a sensitive matter. But then you ask-

“What about you, Seokjin?” His name still feels foreign on your lips, the syllables not quite coming naturally to you yet. “We’ve spoken about all your brothers, so what about you?”

Taken aback by your forwardness, he stares at you slightly dumbfounded. “I… There’s nothing much about me.”

From his eyes, you see that he isn’t lying deliberately, yet you don’t believe him. He himself just doesn’t realise his own peculiarities perhaps.

“Oh? Surely there’s something.” You glance at the wide distance across the bed between where you are sitting. You want to inch closer, it feels odd to sit so far from someone you’re speaking to.

“I mean, I like to cook, to read, to keep the house in order I guess…” His eyes trail to his knees, returning to the bashful state he was in. You don’t expect too much. You’ve just met, he isn’t going to pour his heart out to you upon your request. If he had asked you the same question, you would’ve shrivelled up into a raisin and not be able to answer either.

You’ll go about it in a different way then.

“That’s fair. But I wonder why you haven’t fed on me yet.” You cringe at your own words because it almost sounds like you are asking him to. “Isn’t the whole point of… all of this... for you guys to feed on me?”

Again, he stares at you, perplexed and kind of surprised.

“I mean… I just- Wait why do you want me to feed on you?”

“I never said that.” It’s your turn to be ruffled, your voice comes out higher pitched than you would like. “I was just wondering, like, what is my purpose if you’re not going to do what you’re keeping me here for? I just don’t understand…”

You hope he doesn’t think you do want him to feed on you. Because you don’t. You don’t.

“I just…” He sighs again. Seokjin is apparently a sigher. “I try to keep feeding to the minimal.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like the idea of it.”

A vampire is telling you he doesn’t ‘like the idea of’ drinking blood, especially the celestial blood you possess. You would’ve scoffed if it were anyone else.

“You mean, like Jungkook?” You take greater care now as you speak, not wanting to prickle any nerve. His whole demeanour has softened, reduced even. When you lean closer, hovering over the space between you, he gets startled.

“Not really, well, kind of but…” You wait patiently for him to formulate his next words, pitying his difficulty in doing so. One second. Ten seconds. Twenty. “I just hate it.

“I’ve always hated it. I hate how I have to inflict pain onto someone in order to feel satiated. I hate how good I feel when drinking someone’s blood, so good that I can’t even register their cries for help. I hate the guilt afterwards that just festers in my mind the more I look at my Feed. Everything about it is so wrong. I still remember the first time I fed one someone, how I cried and hid for days afterwards at the beast I’ve become. The others can do it so easily, so remorselessly and naturally, and I wish I could be like them but I can’t. And the worst part of it is that I’m stuck with myself for eternity, with no escape from this never-ending thirst. I hate being a vampire.”

The weight of his words land blows in your heart. Never did you even remotely expect his underlying motive to be self-loathing, and now you see clearly from his perspective. You remember the guilt flashing in his eyes when they had all fed on you days ago. To have the necessity of living be everything that you stand against must be so agonising. When you look at him again, you see him through a different lense. You understand his reservations, his sighs and stutters.

You also note how he said ‘the beast I’ve become’. Become. They were once not vampires. And that makes it more tragic because you can imagine how he misses that life.

You don’t know what else to do other than to throw your arms around him. You have never been a person of much affection, especially after how the past few years have worn you down and stripped you of anyone dear. Yet at this moment, you can think of no better way you express your sympathy and rapport.

Seokjin tips back from the impact of your embrace, looks down at your face buried in his side. He’s frozen, shocked by your action, blushed from your touch.

“You don’t hurt me.” You pull away before he has the chance to hold you back, and his chest cinches at the missed opportunity. “I’ve been hurt before. You don’t hurt me.” His beautiful features contorts in confusion, nose scrunches.

Slowly, you bring your arm up towards him as you scoot to close the distance. “Here. Just feed.”

If there’s one vampire you’d willingly let feed on you, it is the one before you right now, who had broken down crying at his first taste of blood.

“N-No!” He looks at you, bewildered, yet still so so handsome.

“Even if you don’t, someone else will. Don’t starve yourself just to save me from the pain. I’m well-acquainted with it now, trust me.”

Seokjin glares at your wrist, at your silky untainted skin, scars hidden away and buried much deeper beneath the surface. Inhale, exhale. Contemplating. Fibre by fibre caving into his temptations. He knows he has to feed sooner or later. Maybe it’s best that it’s sooner, so his appetite is less severe and the damage he inflicts is kept to the minimal.

His delicate fingers come to support your hand as he brings it close to his nose and takes a long sniff. Eyes widening, he drops your arm in an instant.

“Come on, stop worrying.” You persist.

“No, it’s not that. Give me your other wrist, this one smells like Namjoon.” It’s your turn to stop breathing. Why did he have to say his name? Now you are reminded of the way he kissed you so desperately, and how your body sang in lust for him when that sireship formed despite the protest of your logic.

But at the same time, something in your core flutters at his comment. As if Seokjin had felt an ounce of territoriality, like he doesn’t want to touch anything that his brother has.

Wordlessly you pass him your right wrist. Your eyes meet as he opens his mouth, allowing his fangs to extend. Then the familiar blackness starts to overtake his irises, dark veins running around his eyes. “Look away.” Something in his voice cracks you heart, the shame.

“No. It’s okay, Seokjin.” With the hand that isn’t held in his, you carefully cup his face to face yours, thumb softly brushing the pulsing protrusions of vessels. The darkness in his eyes holds no true darkness at all though, you see through it. He can’t and won’t hurt you. There isn’t a single drop of fear inside you. Trust.

“I’m sorry.” And with that he sinks his teeth into you.

You brace yourself for the wrenching pain, yet in its place is a violent bloom of emotion. You feel. You feel so much. You feel everything he is feeling, the guilt, the disgust, the desire to be anything but what he is. You keep feeling and feeling.

Your mind feels as though it is melting into Seokjin’s, and your eyes shut from the violence of this godly force, attempting to make sense of it all. There is a roaring in your head yet the room is silent. The bond is forming, intangible molecule by intangible molecule. The pounding in your chest mirrors his own as he takes small suppressed gulps. His essence tickles your own, much like his tongue lapping your skin.

Why isn’t this hurting?

At this thought, you begin to feel a stinging at your wrist, as if the pain is slowly being summoned my your awareness. You try not to think about it, open your eyes and try to distract yourself with the pink tussocks of his hair that have somehow found its way through your fingers. You wonder if he’s feeling the same powerful binding as you are. The way he is hunched over your wrist right now, like a little timid kitten…

Then you notice that you legs are somehow over his lap. When did this happen? Yet you don’t move them off.

Your wrist is now starting to burn, the pain growing and growing by the second. But it is almost as if he could sense this because he pulls away at the right moment before it could hurt more.

He doesn’t look at you at first, turned away, the back of his hand dabbing at his mouth. When he does look at you, his eyes have returned to their human form, glassy warm brown, filled with the same turmoil that is tangling you. Lips tinted with your red.

You want to ask if the sire bond is always this violent, this overwhelming.

Instead you kiss him.

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25/10/2019

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🐸 anon again! your taste in albums & biases are SO GOOD i love them all. i don't think i can choose top five title tracks oh my god but my faves at the minute are i know i love you & drunk dazed i have them on repeat omg

ive never heard of that movie but i will definitely check it out now - and yess i would love to hear some horror movie recs although i don't promise ill watch them if they seem too scary LMAO.

oh and happy august!! do u have a favourite month / season?

WAHH TY <33 yeah, choosing title tracks seems a bit hard now that i think abt it 😵‍💫 BUT OMG ?? i love those two songs sm, they’re literally so good for absolute no reason 💔 when taehyun’s voice gets raspy gRAH <//3

EEP lmk your thoughts on it !! ik i was very 0.o when i first watched BWJSXBS i’d tell you to watch the conjuring if you haven’t already bcs i have an everlasting love for that movie, it’s one of my comfort movies <////3 WHICH IS SO WEIRD ,,, bcs tangled and ponyo are two others 😭😭 conjuring sticks out like a sore thumb.

if you haven’t watched the movie “us” yet, it’s actually quite light on the horror aspect !! i watched it with my family and we ended up laughing more than we thought we would, but some parts are kinda confuzzling ?? idk, i can’t rmr all too well </3 and also the movie “the autopsy of jane doe” :] it was a nice movie from what i remember.

um um if you want lighter movie recs and you’re into animated movies then howl’s moving castle and ponyo are my favs <33 studio ghibli films in general are just so nice. AND ALSO !!! i really liked “your name” it even had me crying a little bit, but i am known for being quite sensitive </3

oh and i just suddenly remembered the current mission 🕺🏻 as a basis question— do you like making playlists and creating new ones for every situation or do you just shuffle music and hope for the best? :D

also happy august to you too :D i don’t have a fav month, but i do love autumn for whatever reason :] what about you?

[my-name-is-apollo]

(thanks @where-is-hawkeye for tagging me) 

Name: Shachi

Nickname: Lee

Gender: I'm genderfluid

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′6 and a bit more

Time: 7:08 PM

Birthday: On the day Spiderman homecoming was released.

Favorite Bands: FoB, P!ATD, CTE, Evanscence

Favorite Solo Artist(s): Phoebus Apollo

Song Stuck in My Head: Crazy but she's mine by Jack Sparrow

Last Movie I Watched: Wreck it Ralph 

Last Show I Watched: Uhh, Voltron? Maybe like 3 months ago?

When Did I Create My Blog: Honestly don't remember. But uhhh, November or December 2017?

Last Thing I Googled: How fast can Hermes run?

Do I Have Another Blog: Yeah. 

Do I Get Asks: I do many a times.

Why I Chose My URL: Because that's the first line of my favorite novel so far.

Following: 215 amazing people.

Followers: 890 ish..... I fuckin love all those for following this trash blog like y'all AWESOME ILY!

Average Hours of Sleep: 5. I can't sleep more than that at once even if I want to.

Lucky Number(s): 7, 77, 777, 7777, 77777, 777777, 7777777

Instruments: I have a piano. I play it once in a while. I'm not good and all like I'm really bad but I play it when I'm bored.

What Am I Wearing: Dark blue trousers and gray tee. Also my earphones. And my invisible crown.

Dream Job: Idek at this point but writer?

Dream Trip: I REALLY wanna go to Greece. Ancient Greece and visit temples and stuff. Also, Amazon forests.

Favorite Food: Ghee rice with Kaju masala.

Nationality: Indian.

Favorite Song Right Now: 3 pegs (that's not an English song tho)

Sexuality: I thought I was straight. But I feel like I might be bi? Confuzzled

Hogwarts House: Hiss hiss mfs!

Favorite Animals: Dolphin? Horse? Cow? Tiger? Bob cat? Wolves? Mmm....wolves are really cool

Dog or Cat Person: Cat

Blankets You Sleep With: One, and it's civil war blanket asdfjbkj

Why You Got a Blog: To make more Apollo content.

Top (3) Favorite Characters: Spiderman, Nico di Angelo, Eugene Fitzherbert (I would have added Apollo but he's not a character, he's an actual god so)

Number of Posts: 1,572.....wow

Pokemon Team: idek what it is but it'll be green.

Favorite Color: GREEN! Also violet and gold.

Relationship Status: Single

Lipstick or Chapstick: Neither, unless it's am occasion. If that's the case them lipstick.

Last Song I Listened To: Balam pichkari (again not English lol)

Top (3) Shows: I don't watch em....

Top (3) Ships: Apollo×Hyacinthus, Achilles×Patroclus, Titanic

Books I’m Reading: Botany textbook. Also Magnus Chase the ship of dead

I tag: all of my followers, if you wanna do it

[cumonbucky]

Don't Say Anything (part 3)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I said it once and I’ll say it again, angst

A/N: I’m so glad you guys are liking this so far :)

You shower and get dressed, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans before making your way over to Bucky’s room. Not knocking, you open the door and see Bucky and Nat lip-locked.

“Oh god..” you mutter, looking away. “Lock the door next time.”

You hear Nat giggle. “Sorry snooka.”

“You know, I’m just gonna go back to my room and watch movies. Maybe invite Steve or Tony. They like watching movies with me.” you say. “You two go back to what you were doing.”

It hurt like hell. Everything hurt.

“No! No, let’s go.” Bucky exclaimed.

“I’m not gonna sulk in my room okay?”

“We’re going out. C’mon.” you can hear Bucky stand up from his bed.

“No Bucky, you stay here. I’ll get Tony to take me. Or maybe Steve, he likes animals too.” you think it over while peering out into the hallway.

“No!” he says quickly before clearing his throat. “I mean no, I’m the one who suggested it so I’m taking you.”

“Bucky-”

“Nuh uh, come on. Take that cute butt to the elevator.” he says and you can hear his keys jingling as he picks them up.

“It is cute, isn’t it?” Nat says and you bite the inside of your cheek.

It’s like you wanted to hate her but you couldn’t. You wanted to hate her for being with Bucky, for being with the man that you’ve been in love with for years now. But you couldn’t. You really couldn’t. Bucky deserved to be happy. After everything he’s been through, he needs it.

“If anyone asks, we’re at the zoo.” Bucky says as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. His signature move when it comes to you.

“So.. You and Nat, huh?” you spoke while passing the lions.

“Yeah.” he chuckled, running his fingers though his hair.

“Are you guys dating? Like is it official?” you question. Stop asking questions you’re just hurting yourself even more.

“Uh.. It’s complicated I guess? We’ve never really talked about it. We like each others company and all but I haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend yet.”

Yet. He fucking said yet. Does that mean you still have a chance? Or is he planning on asking her to be his girlfriend soon?

“Oh.” you nod.

“Yeah. We’re just seeing where this goes for now.” Bucky shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

You’ll never have a chance with him. Not next to Natasha. Any sane person would choose Nat over you.

“So what’s the deal with this guy you like? How come you’ve never told me about him?” he changes the subject quickly.

“I didn’t know that I needed to fill you in on the guys that I’m interested in, James.” you respond as the two of you stop by the elephants.

He scoffed. “Well it would be nice to know who my best friend is into, Y/N.”

Best friend. Great. Friend zoned.

Who even came up with the friend zone? All you knew is you wanted to stab the friend zone 56 times and ship it somewhere far far away so that you’d never see it again. Hopefully it’d get lost at sea.

“You didn’t even tell me that you and Nat were a thing so you have no reason to come at me.” you say, keeping your eyes on the mother elephant who was washing her baby.

“We didn’t want anyone to know.” he sighed.

“Well I didn’t want anyone to know either.” you shrug.

“Nat knew.”

“That’s because she’s a nosey little shit.”

“Wanda knew.”

“She’s also a nosey little shit.”

“I just - Why couldn’t you tell me?” you can feel him looking at you.

Because it’s you! The guy I like is you!

“Why couldn’t you tell me about you and Nat?” bitterness laced your voice and Bucky scoffed.

“You’re really gonna bring that up again?”

“Why is it so important that you need to know who I like?”

“Because we’re best friends and as best friends we tell each other who we like.”

Your eyes start to water. “Yeah, best friends.” you look away from Bucky and sigh loudly.

“Baby doll..” he murmured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

At the contact, you shrug him off. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Not even bothering for a response, you start walking towards the bathrooms with Bucky hot on your heels. He tries talking to you, tries grabbing your hand to pull you back but you speed up until you were inside the girls bathroom. You lock yourself in the stall farthest from the door and back up into the wall, covering your mouth as your tears fall from your face.

It sucks knowing that Bucky likes someone else; someone way better than you in every way. How are you supposed to compete with Nat? That’s a game you know you’ll lose. You just wished he felt the same way about you - even just a little bit.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Bucky’s voice echoed throughout the bathroom. You pause, watching as Bucky’s shoes come into view from underneath the stall door. He was inside the girls bathroom.

“Yeah I’m fine, just needed to pee really badly.” you respond, flushing the toilet. You open the door and once Bucky takes a look at you, he brings you into his arms.

“You’re crying.” he frowns.

“It was a really intense and emotional pee.” you mumble into his chest.

Bucky laughs at your response and you can feel his chest vibrate as he does so. Why couldn’t Bucky like you? What did Nat have that you didn’t?

Everything. She has everything and you have nothing.

“Come on, let’s go get some food. I’m starving.” he says, breaking the silence that fell upon the two of you.

“Okay.” you nod, the two of you pulling away from the hug. Bucky examines your face before wiping away your leftover tears. After this day, you have to start distancing yourself. It’s the only way to get over him and save your already broken heart from becoming even more broken every time you see Bucky and Nat.

Bucky pulls you to him and kisses your temple as you both walk out of the restroom. “How does Olive Garden sound?”

You lay your head on his shoulder and sigh. “It sounds perfect.”

A/N: Heyoooo are ya feeling about this part?

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Sorry to the 2 people it didn’t tag!!

[chronicfangirling]

Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Vixx written ship please? I'm really shy and quiet and I'm only talking a lot when I'm at home or with my friends. I'm actually quite weird and crazy. I also laugh at basically anything. It's hard for me to make friends because I always look like I'm not interested in anyone and when I'm shy I tend to be sarcastic or I nervously laugh all the time. Beside that, I love to watch movies (mostly horror), to draw and to learn languages. Thank you~

Hello lovely flower! May I first say that I’m ECSTATIC to see your request, because as fun as writing BTS ships are, I really want to do VIXX ships too!

It may seem odd, but I wholeheartedly ship you with…

Jaehwan!

Now we know that Jaehwan always says he’d go for someone full of aegyo, and he would, but he also seems like he’d be so intrigued by someone eccentric and difficult to pin down. Like you! You’d be such a delightful, multi-layered puzzle to him, and whenever he thinks he’s got you all figured out, you’ll do something else out-of-the-box and… basically, he’s hooked. You’d be challenging to him, but in a good way. Don’t even worry about finding it hard to make friends–he has already decided you were friends the moment he met you and you just had to go along with it, which is easy, given his bright personality. And as for romance…

🌸 “ottokaji???” is basically his feelings about you, in the best way possible🌸 you start out as friends and it would honestly take such a looooong time for him to realize that he likes you, likes you🌸 and you’re lot more aware of your feelings, so there’s some angst🌸 but when you start seeing someone else to get over your feelings, he gets all upset and sad and mad (smad), until someone points out that he’s jealous🌸 at first he’s like: “nooooooo, we’re just friends,” but though he never considered it a possibility before, he’ll realize soon enough that yes, he has fallen for his buddy🌸 he’ll crash your date in the most obnoxious way possible–you’ll get a bit miffed, but he’ll win you back with the most adorably earnest declaration of love🌸 and you two will be back to your close friendship except he can kiss and romance you now so “it’s 10000x better” (according to him, and you agree)🌸 when you two announce that you’re dating, everyone’s like: “finally!” but Hyuk is like: “wait–you weren’t dating before??” *confuzzled bby*🌸 he surprise kisses you all the time just to see how you’ll react🌸 he loves that you laugh at all his jokes and cute antics🌸 and that your sarcasm is a perfect complement to his cute and joking nature🌸 he’s fascinated with your language skills (and will be especially happy if you can help him out with Japanese)🌸 the two of you watching movies with your head on his shoulder and his arms around you🌸 if it’s a horror movie though, you’ll basically be on his lap with him wrapped around you because he’s “scared”🌸 even if your relationship isn’t public, traces of you will be all over his Instagram🌸 it’s absolutely on purpose, since he wants you to know that he’s always thinking of you🌸 and it kinda thrills him too

There’ll never be a dull moment between you and the cutie main vocal. 😘

I hope you like your ship!

BTS ships are closed. VIXX ships are open. Other requests are open.

[justagirl0916-blog]

Things No One Tells You About Losing Your Virginity On TV, it's all slow jams, smooth maneuvers, and breathless gasps. But the first time IRL is more of a beautiful mess — and that makes it awesome. (More deets ahead.) By: Kim Tranell

1. No one actually cares if you're still a virgin.

Yes, it seems like all anyone talks about is sex .. .and like all of your friends are doing it ... and like the plot of 8 million movies involves Losing It. But trust us: You are not the last untouched human on Earth. Not even close. It only feels that way sometimes because your virginity matters more to you than it does to anyone else. And *that* is an excellent reason to wait for the positive experience you deserve, full of mutual deep-feels and next-level respect. That person won't care about how much you've hooked up. They'll just be PSYCHED to get to share it with you!

2. Losing your virginity doesn't mean *exactly* what you thinkit means.

You've maybe got this equation in your head: Penis → Vagina = Virginity Lost. But what if you're into girls, not guys? Does that mean you are you an eternal virgin? (Of course not! That's completely ridic.) "Other activities, like oral sex, can be even more intimate than sexual intercourse — and also carry the risk of STDs," says Kris Gowen, a sex educator and author of Making Sexual Decisions. "Any time you're intimate with someone, it's going to impact you." So don't put too much on the technicality of just one act, and instead think of ~Losing It~ as a progression. Then you'll be prepared to handle all of the big responsibilities (am I being safe?) AND crazy-complex emotions (did he/she really just see me totally naked?!) that come with each and every step.

3. Your 🍒 doesn't *pop.*

Seriously! The hymen is majorly misunderstood. So if you're picturing something sealing off your vagina like Saran wrap, know that's just not the case. AT ALL. "The hymen consists of thin folds of stretchy tissue that are just inside the vaginal opening," explains Michelle Horejs, associate director of youth education and training at Planned Parenthood Los Angeles. "It may tear or stretch the first time you have sex — causing some discomfort or a little bleeding — but it's not something you can break or that disappears once you have sex." (Chances are, you already tore it a bit on your bike, or the balance beam, or just by being an active human. NBD, because your hymen is just a part of your body. It has nothing to do with whether or not you're a virgin.)

4. But it could hurt a little.

Before you freak, let us explain. To prep for sex (we're mostly talking penis-vagina intercourse here), your body needs a warm-up phase of kissing, touching, etc. That's when a guy gets his erection, and also when your vagina lubricates to prepare your body for sex (because no lubrication = friction = pain). But the tricky part is that nerves can interfere with this arousal process, and you and your partner could get aroused at different speeds. "Guys are like microwaves and girls are slow cookers," explains Stardell Smith, a health educator at Mount Sinai Adolescent Health Center in New York City. (LOL!) You can use your fingers to check if you're ready down there. And if not: Slow. Him. Down.

5. Your virginity is not a 🎁.

Perhaps the most confuzzling question you will ever face in your life is, Am I ready to have sex? And it's extra-complicated when you're in a relationship (or, you know, a sorta-kinda-maybe-relationship) and start to feel like there are expectations on the other end. But just remember that you never owe someone sex, no matter how nice they are, or much they spent on concert tix, or that it's your whatever-month anniversary or someone's birthday or anything else. Yes, we know. You're looking for a heavenly sign that it's time. But the truth is, that sign won't come from anyone else ... it has to come from you.

6. Losing it takes a LOT of planning.

Or at least ... it should. And we're not talking lighting candles, cueing up a special sexy-time playlist, and sprinkling a bed with rose petals. Nope, nope. See, with sex comes ginormous responsibility: Am I on birth control? Who's going to get the condoms? And where/when can we find a private space and time to get it on? If you're seriously considering taking the next step, you've got to be seriously ready to answer these Qs and understand that sex can bring life-changing consequences, like pregnancy or an STD you'll have for the rest of your life. It's not just spontaneous magic, like in the movies. But knowing you were adult enough to do it right will feel WAY more special in the long run.

7. You are going to feel like the newb-iest of newbs.

And guess what? You should just embrace it, because no one would expect you to nail a brand new dance routine or stand up your first time surfing. The truth is, even if it's not your partner's first time, it's their first time with YOU. No doubt, you're both feeling a little nervous. So rather than obsess silently (am I doing this right? is this good? help?!), be honest about your experience level up front, and straight-up ask what he/she likes throughout. "Whether it's your first time or your 100th time, communication and comfort are key," says Horejs.

8. You might think: This totally sucks.

Beforehand, your brain was all fireworks-worthy fantasies. In reality, though, sex — that first time — may be more like: That's all?! Really?! In fact, you might want it to be over the second it starts … and that's 100% normal. "Sex takes place mentally as well as physically," explains Smith. "So if you feel tense or are scared, which most people do feel their first time, it can be really difficult to enjoy your experience." When you grow more comfortable, however, you'll feel more at ease — both with the act itself and your partner. (*Then* you'll start to see 💥💥💥).

9. You can lose it again. And again. And again.

Yes, that sounds impossible, but stick with us here. Because if you have had sex once (or twice) and it's not the experience you had hoped for, you can take what you've learned about what you want and…get this…wait for it. "Having sex once does not open up the floodgates," says Gowen. "You always have the right to pull back and say no." In fact, being a born-again virgin can be totally empowering. It gives you the chance to hold out for whatever was missing the first time — whether that was true love … or just a real bed. (You deserve both! XOXO)

[my-name-is-apollo]

(thanks @where-is-hawkeye for tagging me) 

Name: Shachi

Nickname: Lee

Gender: I'm genderfluid

Star Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′6 and a bit more

Time: 7:08 PM

Birthday: On the day Spiderman homecoming was released.

Favorite Bands: FoB, P!ATD, CTE, Evanscence

Favorite Solo Artist(s): Phoebus Apollo

Song Stuck in My Head: Crazy but she's mine by Jack Sparrow

Last Movie I Watched: Wreck it Ralph 

Last Show I Watched: Uhh, Voltron? Maybe like 3 months ago?

When Did I Create My Blog: Honestly don't remember. But uhhh, November or December 2017?

Last Thing I Googled: How fast can Hermes run?

Do I Have Another Blog: Yeah. 

Do I Get Asks: I do many a times.

Why I Chose My URL: Because that's the first line of my favorite novel so far.

Following: 215 amazing people.

Followers: 890 ish..... I fuckin love all those for following this trash blog like y'all AWESOME ILY!

Average Hours of Sleep: 5. I can't sleep more than that at once even if I want to.

Lucky Number(s): 7, 77, 777, 7777, 77777, 777777, 7777777

Instruments: I have a piano. I play it once in a while. I'm not good and all like I'm really bad but I play it when I'm bored.

What Am I Wearing: Dark blue trousers and gray tee. Also my earphones. And my invisible crown.

Dream Job: Idek at this point but writer?

Dream Trip: I REALLY wanna go to Greece. Ancient Greece and visit temples and stuff. Also, Amazon forests.

Favorite Food: Ghee rice with Kaju masala.

Nationality: Indian.

Favorite Song Right Now: 3 pegs (that's not an English song tho)

Sexuality: I thought I was straight. But I feel like I might be bi? Confuzzled

Hogwarts House: Hiss hiss mfs!

Favorite Animals: Dolphin? Horse? Cow? Tiger? Bob cat? Wolves? Mmm....wolves are really cool

Dog or Cat Person: Cat

Blankets You Sleep With: One, and it's civil war blanket asdfjbkj

Why You Got a Blog: To make more Apollo content.

Top (3) Favorite Characters: Spiderman, Nico di Angelo, Eugene Fitzherbert (I would have added Apollo but he's not a character, he's an actual god so)

Number of Posts: 1,572.....wow

Pokemon Team: idek what it is but it'll be green.

Favorite Color: GREEN! Also violet and gold.

Relationship Status: Single

Lipstick or Chapstick: Neither, unless it's am occasion. If that's the case them lipstick.

Last Song I Listened To: Balam pichkari (again not English lol)

Top (3) Shows: I don't watch em....

Top (3) Ships: Apollo×Hyacinthus, Achilles×Patroclus, Titanic

Books I’m Reading: Botany textbook. Also Magnus Chase the ship of dead

I tag: all of my followers, if you wanna do it