#tho if you wanna make this about a second person too all of the prev applies PLUS he had a crush on me back

[ashyjingles]

ghosting him and blocking him and avoiding him at all costs for months and months and pretending he doesn't exist isn't enough i need to send him into the sky on a tumultuous hot air balloon never to come back down again

[alienaiver]

Some Seijoh boys and their first kiss (with you); pt. 2!

PREV. with nekoma!

Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa!

warnings: none

wordcount: 1,123

content: first kisses part two!, FLUFF, gender-neutral reader, pre-timeskip, high school

notes: the other one ended up really popular i think so im… here again hehe! This time with the aoba johsai boiiis!!! I didnt have as much time as I liked so theres only three boys this time :’( tho I think these are a tad longer than the previous one! I hope you enjoy <3

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwaizumi and you had been dating for several months now, and he was still overwhelmed by the fact that you even liked him back. He had to admit that he really wanted to try and kiss you, since your lips always looked so soft and plush and he’d spent an ungodly amount of time thinking about it – way harder than any other guy would. Last week he had almost kissed you but panicked a few seconds before his lips met yours, raising a hand to your hair and coughing, “uh, there was a horn beetle in your hair, I just removed it…” he’d explained in the lamest way possible and you had looked at him with a puzzled look and said, “so you leaned down… with your eyes closed… to remove it? Also, Hajime, a horn beetle?” to which he ever so politely had replied “shut up” and turned to walk next to you again on the way home. You didn’t miss how brightly red his ears were burning however, having an inkling as to what it was your boyfriend had truly been trying to do. Today they had a practice match against Karasuno and you had promised to be there for support, always enjoying watching him on the field, with his big strong arms and determined look.

It had been a tough match, Karasuno fighting tooth and neck so when Aoba Johsai ended up winning, everyone was in a shocked kind of state, not really processing it yet but you and the rest of the team members on the sidelines noticed and ran towards them to congratulate them. Iwaizumi immediately spotted you after realizing what happened and picked you up and spun you around, to which you couldn’t help but squeal. As you look around you spot Oikawa giving you a thumbs up so you smile brightly and let your hand caress Iwaizumi’s cheeks before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the lips. Iwaizumi lets out a surprised grunt and almost drops you on the spot before gripping you tighter than before and kissing you back. In the background you heard whistling which in turn actually makes Iwaizumi drop you.

“Do you… uh, do you wanna go home together, after all this?” he looked at the ground with his beet-red face. You smiled and said, “Hajime, we had already planned to do that.”

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa adored you, and he never wanted you to feel anything less than perfect so it was a given that after you two started going out, he started planning. On your one-month anniversary, he was going to take you on an absolutely amazing and thoroughly planned date and, if nothing had been done from your end of the court yet, he was going to end it with your first kiss. He picked you up at 9AM sharp and took you to the amusement park where even your park rides were minutely planned before you went to a fancy cafe to eat lunch. As you were about to go to the local art museum after lunch you tripped on some crooked sidewalk tiles and sprained your ankle, Oikawa insisted you go to the hospital to get it checked out and even went with you. As you sat in the waiting room, 2 hours into waiting for an available doctor, Oikawa sneaked an arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry I ruined our date, Tooru,” you sighed but he just looked at you with the most lovable gaze you’d ever seen before leaning in and leaving a peck on your lips, “darling, nothing’s ruined. We’re still together, right?” before dramatically picking up a random magazine and reading aloud for you. He mostly did it to hide his own blush but hearing you laugh at his antics made it all the more worth it.

Today you were hanging out together with Hanamaki at his place, playing Mario Kart together, where both Matsukawa and Hanamaki had teased you endlessly about your bad driving skills, “aw, you got in as number 12. You got the highest number!” Hanamaki had laughed out as he patted your back. You were pouting so much, determined to win at least one round against them when Hanamaki called for a break and went out to grab some snacks for you. As you tried to explain to Matsukawa that it had to do with your controller, that the fault wasn’t yours, all the while pouting like a little child, Matsukawa smiled and asked, “how can I make it up to you? While your pouting face is adorable, I’d like to see you smile more,” an arm reaching out to pat your shoulder in a weird supportive kind of move. Matsukawa half expected you to say something like his part of the snacks, a soda tomorrow at the convenience store or to let you win, he looked at you quizzically when you looked away from him shyly and mumbled, “you could.. kiss me if you… you know, want to?”

Matsukawa Issei

Matsukawa wasn’t a guy used to romantic relationships. The only ones he ever truly noticed were his captain’s and romance didn’t really come easy to him and wasn’t necessarily a priority. Until you had transferred to his class and rocked his world. He had fallen head over heels for you from day one and if it hadn’t been for Hanamaki’s annoying (but helpful, he had to admit) meddling, he probably couldn’t call himself your boyfriend now. He always acted extremely nonchalant and chill around you – which he thought wasn’t too out of character for his laid back personality but even he had to admit it was getting ridiculous but he also thought his own excitement for your relationship would completely scare you off, no one liked an overly clingy partner, right? That’s what he rationalized. He had recently admitted to himself how badly he wanted to kiss you but at the same time he suppressed it, since your first hand-holding a few days ago had gone completely wrong. His hands had been so sweaty because he was nervous that he didn’t dare to grab your hand again, in case you would dump him for having sweaty hands – what he didn’t know was that half of that sweat? Was yours – you had been so incredibly nervous as well and sweated buckets too, he had just been too caught up in his own embarrassment to notice.

The cuteness you oozed right now almost gave him a heart attack and he almost got whiplash from how fast his upper body moved to give you a kiss, lingering a little bit longer and leaning in for a second kiss, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

[bebychangbean]

Strangers Ch.3

Demon! Han Jisung x Reader (Finally)

I wanna apologize to @justingnoreme for this chapter. You’ve been leaving adorable messages this whole time and ily but this chapter is r o u g h. This is the final chapter tho y’all,,, thank you for reading. 

Warnings: GORE (this chapter is a bloodbath), depression, panic attack, character death. Please do not read if you are sensitive to any of those topics

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You knocked softly on the door of your parents’ room, knowing Jisung was the only one inside.

He opened the door, his eyes clearly red from crying. You pulled him into your chest for a hug, the boy reciprocating it and wrapping you tightly in his arms.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he whispered into your hair.

You knew what he was referring to. This morning he hadn’t been able to stop his father’s voice from coming out of his mouth, even while he was wide awake. You had been watching TV with Jisung and Minho when it happened. You were both startled, darting up from the couch and looking at Jisung.

The voice was still in a language you didn’t understand, but judging by Jisung’s reaction, whatever he said wasn’t a compliment. Jisung had closed his mouth quickly, cutting off whatever it was his father was saying. You knew he had seen the scared look in your eyes and he glanced across the room at Minho to find the same expression on his face. He had left the room in embarrassment–something he had been doing often these days.

You stood holding him for a few more seconds before moving into the room, sitting with him on the bed to talk.

“It’s okay, Jisung,” you reassured, “I wasn’t scared, just a bit shocked is all. I’ve never heard that happen before.” You decided to hide the extent of your fear from him.

“You don’t have to lie to me. I saw it in your eyes,” Jisung said bitterly. “I’ve seen that look my whole life.”

You reached out to hold his hand, knowing that it comforted him. “I know you won’t hurt me, Jisung. I’m sure of it.” This wasn’t a lie. You had become quite close with Jisung throughout the four weeks you’d been living together and you didn’t once regret your decision to let the boys stay. You trusted them by now and they had expressed that they all felt the same.

Jisung’s outburst had reminded you of what was inside of him, but that didn’t define who he was as a person. You knew he’d get rid of his father’s presence in a heartbeat if he could.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been crushing on him a little bit in the past week or so. He was just always so cute and nervous. He seemed to always still the air and make the conversation awkward, but the blush on his cheeks after was always so cute that you didn’t even mind.

Of course you didn’t intend on telling him that… It just sort of slipped out.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” you said to him, breaking the silence in the room. You turned and buried your head in his shoulder, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment.

He laughed softly and stroked his thumb across the back of your hand.

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re cute too.”

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Your first kiss with Jisung came two days after that. Unfortunately it was in the bathroom on the first floor, but it was romantic nonetheless.

Jisung was having an absolute fit about his condition. He had scared Chan earlier while he was asleep, standing over him. He wasn’t doing anything particularly threatening, but the dead look in his eyes was frightening to Chan who woke with a start.

Jisung really hadn’t meant to watch him sleep, he just got distracted and zoned out and his dad took over his conscience.

Chan had scolded Jisung, though he knew it wasn’t his fault.

Jisung had to be more and more vigilant these days, his dad’s thoughts becoming louder and harder to resist.

You found Jisung hugging his knees to his chest on the floor in the bathroom. He looked up at you through his wet lashes as you entered the bathroom and shut the door softly behind you.

You said nothing as you sat next to him, your back pressed against the cold wall. He took your hand in his and continued crying for a minute. You knew he needed time to let it out, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles the way he had done to you a few days ago.

“Do you think–” he choked out through tears, “that I’m a bad person?”

He looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes, teary and red, but just as mesmerizing as ever. Your heart broke into a million pieces.

“Of course not, Jisung. You’re a sweet person who was dealt the worst cards in life. None of this is your fault,” you promised. You felt bad that he thought you might be holding his condition against him.

Jisung didn’t say anything as he raised a hand, snaking it around the back of your neck and threading into your hair. He pulled you toward him slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away if you wanted to, but you knew you wanted this as much as he did.

The kiss was salty with tears, but passionate as it conveyed all the emotions he had been holding in for the past four weeks. It felt conflicted yet sure, scared yet brave and certainly full of feeling. His lips moved against yours, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth as you pulled away. The tears in his eyes had multiplied, spilling down his cheeks endlessly.

You pulled his small form into your chest and held him tightly as you thought about what had just happened. You didn’t want this kiss to change things between the two of you as you knew he wasn’t in the right mental state for a relationship, but you couldn’t deny that you liked kissing him. You get used to it.

You sat with him for a few more minutes until he had calmed down enough to go back to the living room. You entered holding hands and that was how it stayed for the rest of your Sunday.

You weren’t sure if the others even noticed the difference in behavior between the two of you, but you weren’t hiding your blossoming relationship.

For the next week, you would come home from work and watch movies on the couch with him or just lay together and talk. He told you about his past and his life in Malaysia. You told him about your stories growing up in the house.

The only tricky thing was when he would fall asleep. A few times you would hear soft whispers coming from him while you both watched a film, noticing the blanket start to rise as he floated up off the couch.

You made sure to pull him down and hold him extra tight.

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You woke at 3:00 am to yelling in Hyunjin’s room downstairs.

You had never gotten up that fast. You had never gotten down the stairs that fast. You had never felt your heart leap into your throat the way it did when you walked into the room that night.

It had hit six weeks since the boys had moved into your house and Jisung’s mental state had hit an all time low. He seemed like he had been getting better as the two of you got closer, but the boy seemed to be taking a turn for the worst recently. He had been so close to snapping for the past four days that even you were a bit afraid of him. The only one who wasn’t was Minho. He still trusted the boy and had heard his discussions with his father.

Jisung had spent the past few nights arguing with his dad, promising not to hurt any of the boys and swearing up and down that he would never kill again.

It seems he lied.

Your eyes first landed on Chan as he screamed at Jisung, holding the smaller boy at arms length. Jisung’s eyes were hollow and unfocused, his mouth partly open, his arms limp at his side. There was a silver kitchen knife on the floor next to him, covered to the hilt with blood. There was no emotion on his face. No regret. No remorse for his actions.

Chan turned back to look at you when you entered. There were tears streaming down his face, his hands not releasing their grip on Jisung’s upper arms.

You kept eye contact with him as tears started flowing out of your eyes. You didn’t want to look at Hyunjin’s bed. You couldn’t bear to see what Jisung had done to him, but your eyes were pulled to it like gravity.

You shouldn’t have looked.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw all the blood, soaking through the sheets and the blanket, turning the soft white fabric to a dripping red. You had never seen that much blood before. In such quantities, it almost looked black.

There was a jagged line across Hyunjin’s throat, his usually angelic face splattered with blood. His mouth was hanging open gruesomely, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling above him. His face was impossibly pale, all the blood that was once in him dripping off the sheets and onto the floor.

You wanted to throw up. You knew that image would be planted in your mind until the day you died. You looked back at Chan, who was watching you the whole time. He was crying more, his eyes red, blood dripping from his bottom lip where he had been biting it.

A hand landed harshly on your shoulder, shoving you out of the doorway violently. Minho. He didn’t even look at Hyunjin’s body as he rushed toward Jisung, throwing Chan’s hands off the youngest boy’s shoulders.

He wasted no time, sending his fist flying into Jisung’s jaw, sending the small boy flying into the sliding glass door of the closet. It shattered on impact, Jisung sliding down the cracked glass, fragments cutting through his thin T-shirt and embedding themselves in his skin.

He sat on his heels in the glass, the blank look on his face no different from that of the dead boy in the bed. Minho’s knee made contact with Jisung’s chin, sending his head flying back into the broken mirror. There was a horrifying crunch, though you weren’t sure if it came from the mirror or Jisung’s skull.

Chan lunged forward, grabbing Minho to stop him from killing the young boy. He tried to hold his arms down, to restrict his movement in any way, but Minho was a mess of rage and adrenaline.

He shoved Chan to the floor, the older boy landing harshly on his hands, cutting them on the shards of broken mirror.

You looked on in shock as the three remaining boys fought in front of you. Your head was hurting so unbelievably bad, the smell of blood in the air overwhelming as it filled your lungs.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt us!” Minho shouted at Jisung. “You fucking promised!”

Jisung was starting to wake from his trance, the bleary look clearing from his eyes. His hand went to the back of his head and came away bloody. He looked at the bed, the mess of his best friend making his head spin. He couldn’t have done that. That wasn’t him. Right?

Finally, his eyes met Minho’s. He was standing over him, a wild look in his eyes.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” Jisung stuttered. “You know I wouldn’t have done that. He was my brother,” he sobbed.

“He was my brother too,” Minho growled back, landing a harsh kick against Jisung’s chest. His vision was blurry, red seeping into the corners of his eyes.

You watched in horror as Jisung snapped. He picked up a piece of glass from the floor next to him, not caring as it sliced deep into his fingers. He stood up quickly, Minho moving fast to grab onto his wrists. Jisung plunged the glass into Minho’s open palm, snapping it off inside of him as the older boy tried to pull away. Blood splattered everywhere, painting the mirror and the floor a deep red. The moonlight from the window cast a silvery haze over the scene.

Chan shook himself out of the state he was in, scrambling to his feet and running toward you. He grabbed you by the arm and ran out the door, dragging you with him. The last thing you saw was Minho charging Jisung, slamming them both into the mirror, tiny splinters of glass flying off and coating them both in a fine layer of silver dust. It would almost be pretty if not for all the blood.

Chan pulled the bedroom door shut behind you and ran out of the house.

You both collapsed onto the grass outside. Sobs wracked your body as you tried to rid the scene from your mind. Chan was crying just as hard, the two of you thoroughly broken. The fresh air cleansed your lungs from the smell of blood that had filled the house, but you could still feel the suffocating weight of what had just happened making it harder to breathe.

You sat for a few more minutes, trying to steady your breathing and shake the foggy feeling from your head. Chan was too far gone though, the boy was going into a full panic attack, laying on his back in the grass, his chest heaving alarmingly.

The crashing and yelling inside the house went on for another minute or so, Minho’s loud screams ringing out from the house. It was cut off abruptly.

The house was silent after that. You kept your eyes trained on the door, waiting for somebody to emerge, but nobody did. The house was eerily quiet, as if the bloodbath inside hadn’t happened.

You wanted to call the police, but your phone was in your room and there was no way in hell you were going back in that house. You turned to Chan who was still panicking and grabbing at his chest as he coughed violently.

You stood, your mind hazy. It was an hour walk to the police station and you knew Chan would be arrested on site and you would meet the same fate probably shortly after. You had to escape. You’d be in prison for sure after all this and you weren’t even sure if Jisung and Minho were still alive. They would definitely be locked up if either of them were found alive.

You didn’t care anymore though.

You bent down to grab Chan’s hand, looking him in the eyes as you pulled him gently to his feet. He nearly collapsed as soon as you let go, his legs still weak and his head still cloudy.

You threaded your arm around him, holding him up as you shuffled around to the back of your house.

“Where are we going?” Chan asked. His voice was empty and far away.

“To the mountains Channie,” you said, trying to seem strong. “We have to get out of here before the cops come. Besides, maybe Minho or Jisung is still alive. I don’t want to be here to find out.”

Chan nodded, probably not having understood a word you said as he moved his feet slowly, lifting a bit of his weight off you. The two of you made your way through the vast fields toward the range of hills in the distance.

You looked back at the house, silently saying goodbye to your childhood home and apologizing to your parents for ever letting strangers in.