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littleoanh · 2 years

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Hi lovely! I hope you're well, feel free to ignore or delete this idea if it doesn't fancy you <3

I've been on major rindou and ran brain rot lately and was wondering if you'd be comfortable writing a fluff idea about them coming home stressed out, and reader seeing how tired they are decide to try helping them relax? Like drawing them a warm bath, washing their hair for them, making them a comfort meal, massaging their backs! (If you don't feel comfortable writing for both that's perfectly ok! Smut can be added as well if you're OK with it)

Thank you for reading this lovely! Drink water

-Mouzee :)

A/N: Hi Mouzee!! UMMMMMMM I can never ignore a request about Ran and/or Rin Haitani. My brain rots because of them. All the time. Also this idea is very cute and I am definitely comfortable writing this :). I need a little break from my current writing projects … I swear my brain comes up with so many ideas that sometimes it’s hard to write it all down perfectly!! And thank you so much for reminding me to drink water! I always need reminders, I am very bad at remembering to drink water. Hope you enjoy reading :D

Love Me Like You Do

Characters: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader, Rin Haitani x fem!Reader (separate)

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of cursing, kisses, and smut (face sitting, sucking on tits, cockwarming, and unprotected sex)

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

You hear the front door open which prompt you to look to see Ran coming in with a tired expression. “Welcome home.” You greet him with a bright smile, he mumbles ‘thanks.’ Uh oh, you know he is in a bad mood and usually it’s best to leave him alone. However, you want to do something about it this time. You hate when he’s feeling like this. “Are you going to lie down?”

“Yeah, I’m going to take a nap.” He uses one hand to untie his tie while walking towards your shared bedroom. You follow him behind, he tosses his blazer and tie on the side before plopping onto the bed. He closes his lilac eyes, sleeping on his stomach and relaxes his body. This was the perfect opportunity to do it. You quietly climb on the bed, straddling on his back. “What are you doing?” He tiredly asks you.

“Shh, just relax and go to sleep. Let me take care of you.” You start massaging the back of his neck, you can practically feel how stiff his muscles are. My poor baby, you continue to massage out his muscle stiffness. You move onto his shoulders and massage them nice and firmly. He lets out a deep sexy moan, fuck that was hot. Your cheeks are burning, no no need to focus!

You strategically work your way down to his lower back, while Ran is relaxing in your touch. He loves how well you are taking care of him, enjoying this massage. You have been massaging him for about 15 minutes, until he grabs your hand to stop you.

“What’s wrong?” You have a worried expression, were you hurting him? His body turns halfway for you to meet his devilish smirk.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I just want to flip over.”

“Oh okay.” You climb off of him to have him be on his back. “Do you want me to massage your arms?” You offer so innocently, Ran smirk widens.

“No, but I do want you to do something that will help relax me.”

“What is it?” You are eager to do anything that will help him.

“Take off your bottoms and sit on my face.” Your eyes widen, sitting on his face makes you feel so exposed and shy. But, you are determined to help him de-stress and if doing this makes him feel better, so be it. You climb off of him, taking off your shorts and panties. Nervously, you are straddling close to his face and he darkly chuckles.

“That’s my good girl. God, your pussy looks so delicious. Did you get wet massaging me?” Your cheeks turn red, unable to answer him. “Tell the truth. If you don’t I will deny your orgasm all night.” His sadistic smile appears on his handsome face.

“Yes.” You answer him shyly.

“Good girl for telling the truth. I can feel the heat of your pussy when I moan.” His hands grab the plush of your perfect ass. He leans in to smell your delicious aroma, you couldn’t help but to whimper. “I want you to grind against my tongue,” His lilac eyes feverishly look into yours, “can you do that for me?”

“Ye-yes.” Ran sticks his warm tongue out to taste your sweet cunt. Your legs start to shake, he smacks his ass to remind you to grind. You start grinding against his tongue, but when you do that your bundle of nerve tingles. When you grind on him, his nose is hitting your clit. You need more. You became more enthusiastic with your rhythm and Ran is all for it. You let out those adorable moans that he loves hearing. He laps your pussy more aggressively, you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m about to cum. Please please please let me cum.” He squeezes your ass and pulls you harder onto his face, bringing so much intensity. You let out a pornographic scream while cumming hard on his face. He enjoys every second of this and licks up all your pussy juices has to offer.

You come back down from your high and move away from his face, Ran looks so much more relaxed. Mission accomplished. “You are amazing, baby.” He praises you, you climb off of him and he pulls you into him. He captures your lips, having you taste yourself on his tongue. His hands suggestively roam on your body. He pulls away from you with a soft expression, “Thank you for de-stressing me.”

“Of course, babe. I want to help you any way I can.”

“The massage is very nice but tasting you makes everything better.” He adoringly kisses your forehead. “So maybe next time, just climb on my face.” He said in a teasing tone and you laughed.

“You are such a perv.”

“You love this perv.” Ran says as he closes his eyes slowly start to close and pull you into his chest.

“Yeah I do.” You kiss the pulse on his neck and sleep inside of his loving arms.

You jump when you hear the front door slam and hear Rin letting out a string of curses. Oh no, he’s stressed, you knew immediately what to do. You sprang into action, you hurriedly walked into your shared bathroom and started drawing a bath for him. You added the best bath salts and essential oils you can find in the cabinet. The bedroom door opens, Rin looks inside the bathroom to find you waiting for him.

“Welcome home, honey.” You give him a soft smile, “Your bath is almost ready. Come change out of your clothes.”

Rin doesn’t need to be told twice, he strips out of his pants suit and walks over to the bathtub. He climbs into the bathtub and slides down into the warm water and lets out a content sigh. Rin loves how well you know him and how to make him feel better, his stoic lilac eyes trails on your body when you start stripping. You grab his shampoo and then step into the tub with him.

You straddle his legs, then your hand searches for his semi hard cock. You rub his cock against your slit and he moans with his head leaning back. You slowly sink down on his now hardened cock, feeling the burn of the stretch but you didn’t mind. Rin’s girthy cock always makes you feel so full.

“Come here, Rin Rin.” You open your arms for him to lean forward, he starts sucking your breasts.

While his tongue is rolling your nipple around, you start washing his hair and giving him a head massage. He moans, feeling so relaxed by your nurturing touch. The way your gummy walls hug his cock, your bountiful breasts are soft like pillows, and your hands are magical. “Fuck baby, you make me feel so good.” Rin continues to place hickeys all over your tits.

“You make me feel good too.” You teasingly grind your hips on his cock and he let out a low moan. “Hold still, baby.” You grab the small shower head and rinse off his lathered hair. You made sure it doesn’t get into his beautiful lilac eyes. Rin wraps his arms and lays on your breasts while waiting patiently for you to be done. “All done-”

Rin wasted no time by sealing your lips and pulling you into a deep hungry kiss. He changes his position to be on his knees and for you to be holding onto the sides of the bathtub. “Think you can hold on?”

“Is that a challenge?” You daringly bet him. Rin animalistically fucking you hard, hitting your g spot was no problem for him. You are letting out screams, feeling the intensity. The waters are splashing out of the tub, making a mess on the floor. Rin loses himself in pleasure, gripping your hips hard and pounding you over and over again. “Feels so fuckin good, so so good.” Your tits are bouncing hard that drives Rin insane.

He feels your soaking wet cunt squeezing his dick hard, you are about to climax soon. “Cum for me.” Rin’s eyes are smoldering and his authoritative voice made you cum so hard that it practically made your eyes roll back. He holds your body up, knowing you are high with pleasure and that your arms would feel like jelly.

After you came back down from your high, you didn’t realize Rin wraps you up in a towel and carries you in his strong arms like a princess to your shared bed. “Honey?” You are in a bit of a daze.

“I got you.” He softly lays you down on the bed. “Are you feeling alright?” Rin grabs your hand and lightly gives you kisses on your knuckles.

“I’m fine baby, but what about you?” His eyebrows arched in confusion.

“What about me?”

“Did you finish?” Rin shakes his head no, your eyes widened.

“I can still go again, if you want-” You are about to spread your legs for him again but Rin stops you.

“Don’t worry about me, just rest up. You are lightheaded from the heat.” Rin softly rubs your head to relax you.

“No but you’re stressed and this was supposed to be all about you.” Rin’s face deadpans.

“Stupid, sex is not supposed to be one sided.” His face leans down close to your heated face. “I already feel de-stressed because of your love.” Rin softly kisses your face. “I don’t need to fuck to make me feel better. I just need you.” He leans his head against yours. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He tenderly kisses your forehead. “I’m going to get you some water.” He is about to walk out the room until you call out his name. Rin turns back to look at you.

“I love you.” His lips quiver upwards.

“I love you more.”

[End]

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keikakudori · 1 year

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✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

the salty af munday meme

✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

i don't like them. never have. never will.

it's far too easy for people to make up bullshit out of nothing and toss accusations about with nothing substantial behind this so-called callout. and, quite frankly, public callouts come off as very witch hunt-y to me. nine times out of ten, i will blatantly ignore a call out post because i've seen too many of them being used to smear someone's name or inspire slander against them, along with encouraging mob mentality to dogpile the person in question. and a lot of the time, it can ( and has ) come out that the entire thing was complete and utter BULLSHIT.

and of course, by the time that it comes out that this was indeed a smear campaign, the person who was targeted has possibly lost all their friends and has decided to quit whatever they're doing.

now, that's not to say that i am against people going "hey you should be cautious when interacting with X because they have shown some behavior which is troubling" but there is a world of difference between quietly going to a friend and giving them a heads up or cautioning them over interacting with someone you've had experience with and that experience wasn't great versus dropping a massive callout post so people can consume it for what feels like a very soap opera menality. it feels more like the point of callout posts is to inspire drama and rip friend circles apart sometimes.

but if someone IS being blatantly predatory? then there had better be more than just "oh, i'm saying this because they're writing things that make me uncomfy." i'll buy a little more into a callout if more than three people are sharing similar experiences. once is chance. twice is coincidence. three times is enemy action. just block them and move on.

people can make their own judgments.

and if ten or a hundred people see the same event, then you will have ten or a hundred different versions of what actually happened. even if a person is toxic as all get out? then just tell your friends so they can block them. it does not need to become an absolute circus of "HE SAID/SHE SAID/THEY SAID" and so on and so forth. i think that callouts are tied into cancel culture and i'm so tired of them both.

i believe in giving people a chance to learn from their mistakes and grow as a person. not everyone will; that's the sad, simple truth of life. but i absolutely do not believe in holding something someone said in ignorance or whatnot against them. everyone deserves the chance to better themselves and if they're condemned or attacked, then that won't change anything. people should be able to be told "hey, what you said wasn't great; could you not repeat that in the future?" without being attacked for it.

just don't do it again, yeah?

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

honestly, i consider the bleach rpc to be pretty chill for the most part. i feel like it's not a very big rpc and i'm always excited to see new people in it, or people returning to it these days - ESPECIALLY with the blood war finally being aired. but it does feel like everyone knows everyone and we're all a bunch of friends getting to sit around and tell our silly stories to each other. sure, there's been a few people that i've interacted with that i probably won't do so again, but i feel like a lot of the drama's petered out and that's not a bad thing.

besides, i've met some amazing writers in this rpc ( besides cas ) and i'm so happy i have. this is a very comfy rpc for me! it's a homey sort of place and i'm glad that people have fun here. have i seen some bad takes? yeah. have i seen drama? yes, absolutely. but overall, it's a genuinely pleasant rpc these days. no need to really change anything, i feel.

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

maybe about a 2 on a 1 to 10 scale. lmao. i'm feeling "i need a nap" more than anything.

#ask tbt;#magical-girl-coral #magicalgirlcoral

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trashcanalienist · 3 years

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Me when I turn on my phone in the morning and I don't have any meaningful notifications: so what's the point of living then

#i'm serious and it frightens me #i have never felt as alone and that includes back when i thought all my friends secretly hated my guts #i've never been like this before and i don't know how to deal with it and i don't like it #currently i've just been ignoring it and writing it off as 'oh you're just tired' but that is definitely not it.#turns out maybe isolation is bad for social creatures. who would have thought.#but it does go deeper than that. my friends...i barely know them. yet they know everything about me.#who is the skinner and who is the dog? and why can't we all have five legs?#i'm tired and speaking nonsense. the words have no meaning but they speak my madness. understand the energy and you will understand me #just woke up too. not tired so much as...justwokeup. notfullyawake.#time to watch my robot shows #stuff #mood #words i speak #frightening #thoughts #creep talk #creeptalk #in the tags #i am the meat lord #meat lord

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untilwedont · 2 years

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Could you do more Vinnie X male reader? There aren't many stories about it. It may be one where they fought but in the end they get along and sleep in each other's arms please. Your writing is great.

Here u go <3

Pairings: Vinnie Hacker x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, didn't proof read

Today had been a rough day for you. By rough day I mean only one thing had really ruined your day. You and Vinnie had currently been fighting because Vinnie had thought you were cheating on him. The reason being was because you were letting one of your friends flirt with you all day, but it wasn't your fault. When it came to flirting, you were pretty oblivious to it. Whenever someone like Vinnie would flirt with you, you would take it as them trying to be nice to you or complimenting you. Whenever you and Vinnie fought it was because of something stupid but it was never something serious and it hardly ever happened. So here you were fighting with the man you loved most, trying to get his trust back.

"Vinnie, I promise I wasn't letting him flirt with me! You know how oblivious I can be when it comes to flirting! I seriously had no idea." // "Oh yeah, use your stupid fucking oblivious excuse to help you, like that's going to work. I mean for goodness sake M/N, he was calling you 'The most prettiest boy I've ever seen', do you think I'm really gonna let that slide?" // "Vinnie, I can 100% guaranteed you he was just complimenting me. He's my best friend, he would never try to get with me knowing im already in a relationship." // "How can you be so sure of that? I mean at this point M/N you're practically a man - whore because of all the guys you let flirt with you even though you were so 'oblivious'. // There was a second of silence // "What did you just call me?". // The mood in the room suddenly changed as Vinnie had just realized what he said. You felt as if your heart had been broken into many pieces.

"M/N.. I-I'm sorry. That isn't what I meant...". // "No.. Its okay, I get it. I mean you said it yourself, I'm just some man - whore." Tears began to fill both of your guy's eyes. You didn't want to hear another word come out of him so you grabbed the doorknob and opened the door that led out of your guy's bedroom. You walked out ignoring the calls. He didn't run after you, he just let you be. Deep inside you wished he did. Because the both of you still lived in the hype house, you knew everyone heard both of you fight. You ignored everyone as best as you could and left. You really needed to be left alone, especially after what just happened. You hopped in your car and drove off. You didn't know where you wanted to go so you just drove wherever your heart desired.

Tears began to roll down your face as you were driving. You couldn't stop thinking about what Vinnie had called you. Did he really mean it? You ignored all the messages that were going off on your phone. You ended up turning off your phone and turned up the volume on the radio, trying to get your mind off of what happened. Sooner or later you knew you would have to return to the hype house, but you didn't want to think about that right now. After a few hours of driving around, blasting music, you starting to feel a bit tired so you took this as a sign to return home. You felt a little bit better, that drive really helped you. As you pulled up to the hype house you noticed majority of the lights were turned off. You were hoping everyone was asleep by now. You turned your phone back on as it was off the entire car ride and got out of your car.

You opened the door, trying your best to be quiet. You noticed the living room TV was still on so you were hoping no one heard you come in. You quietly made your way back to your bedroom, not wanting to wake anyone up. As you slowly opened your bedroom door, you noticed Vinnie was out of bed. You looked around and saw the bathroom light was turned on. You check the time on your phone, the time was 3:10. Why was he up this late? As you closed the door and took your shoes off, you heard the bathroom door open. You turned around and saw a deeply sad Vinnie. His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying he did. His hair was messed up, it looked like he had been running his hands through his hair.

"Vin.. are you okay?" You spoke softly. // Vinnie looked at you, his eyes lighting up as he saw you. // He ran towards you and pulled you into a deep hug. // "Oh my god baby I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry! I-I never m-meant to call you a-a whore!" He said, trying to speak through his cries. // Oh Vin.. It's okay. I know you didn't mean it." // "No, its not okay! I know you weren't letting him flirt with you, and I was being overdramatic. I-I understand i-if you want to break up.." // Hearing Vinnie say those words broke you.. again. // You cupped his face, "No, of course not Vinnie! You weren't being overdramatic and I understand why you acted that way, but that doesn't mean I want to break up Vinnie. I love you, always and forever." You said smiling. // "I love you too. Always and forever." Vinnie said smiling back at you and soon enough his lips met yours.

"Do you think we could go lay down now? I'm pretty tired." you said. // "of course we can.". Soon enough you guys were both laying in each others arms. You were happy again. You were able to sleep with the man you loved most.... <3

A/N; I hope you enjoyed reading this. I really enjoyed writing this, especially the ending.

#vinnie hacker #male reader #male!reader #malereader #Vinnie hacker x male reader #angst #fluff #gay #vinnie hacker x male!reader #vinnie hacker x male reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #malereaderinsert #malereaderimagine

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ymiwritesstuff · 4 years

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I know I've already given you a request but this is stuck in my head. Could you do a Gyro x female vampire reader who is trying to go without feeding but just becomes weaker as a result and Gyro has to help her? Thank you and you're amazing!!!

Aah, thanks so much for the request and I am so sorry this took so long. I hope this will make up for it. I tried my best as I still need to get used to writing regularly but I sincerely hope you enjoy this!

Regaining Strength

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Gyro Zeppeli x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Summary: When the sun begins to raise the three travelers find themselves spending the upcoming day resting at a motel. However you quickly notice something isn’t right and it doesn’t take long before a certain Italian offers his help.

Notes: A bit of blood

The sun peaked over the vast horizon, bringing the rays of yet another morning with it and coating the area in a pleasant warm glow. This would mean yet another day of tiring riding for the majority of the racers of the Steel Ball Run, but not for a certain group of three.

The staff of the small motel looked at you and the two males rather curiously when you reserved a room to spend the day in, having been riding on horseback the entire night. Competitors occasionally traveled during the dark time of the day, however, none did this as consistently and often as you did. And the sole reason for this unusual time of travel was you.

Being a vampire provided a certain set of advantages but with those advantages came things that made life just a tad bit more difficult. Any exposure to sunlight could mean certain death for someone like you so the only way you could advance in the already dangerous race was doing so only when the sun set. Fortunately for you, you quickly found yourself in the company of Johnny and Gyro, the latter of which you had grown quite fond of during the Steel Ball Run.

After the curtains of the room you were to reside in had been closed and the young Joestar fell into a deep sleep on one of the beds, you found yourself looking around the quite charming space surrounding you, while secretly looking for any places from which the deadly sun could seep through. Gyro stood in front of the now-closed curtains and carefully peeked through, as he often did.

“Damn, the daytime looks so weird now. Who knew I’d get used to being awake at night so quickly,” he said while his emerald eyes scanned the sight of the morning before him. You looked at him while standing next to one of the empty beds and chuckled lightly. “Welcome to my world.” The Italian glanced at you and flashed a grin that slightly showed his golden teeth before turning back to the window.

“You sure you don’t wanna come take a look at this? The sun looks awfully pretty today,” he joked, knowing full well that his request would receive no action as you weren’t dumb enough to walk into certain death. Still, you played along.

“Oh, really? Well, perhaps I should-”

“When did you last eat?”

Suddenly, completely out of nowhere your legs gave out and you instinctively relied on the bed next to you for support. Your vision got strangely blurry and everything around you seemed to spin and distort in all kinds of ways. Having heard your sentence cut short as well as the small groan that left your mouth, Gyro quickly turned around, his previous joking attitude disappearing entirely.

“(Name)? Everything alright?” He swiftly approached you and helped you on your feet once more, however the strange dizziness was still very much apparent. “Y-yeah... I just... Felt dizzy all of a sudden...” Your hands held onto him for support while your mind tried to go through the possible causes for this sudden sensation. You were just about to realize what made you feel this sick, but Gyro seemed to reach a conclusion faster.

His question immediately caused you to look up at him and you began thinking back at the earlier events of the night. The distance you rode with your horses was a long one and Gyro made sure you were properly fed the entire time. However, for some reason, the feeling of hunger never hit you, or you had somehow managed to ignore it entirely. “Just before we started moving,” you say quietly, as you know that he realized just how many hours it had been.

Consuming blood was something you never enjoyed, yet you had to do it in order to stay alive. Starvation was already bad for a human, but when a vampire like you was in its clutches, things could get dangerous quickly. Gyro stayed quiet for a few seconds and you expected him to scold you for allowing yourself to go without food for such a long time, but instead, he let go of you and walked to the bed you had been next to, sitting down.

“Alright, you know the drill,” he said and began to remove his scarf that was loosely around his neck, the sight of which immediately made your eyes glow. “You know I’ll worry my ass off if you don’t eat.” His voice was unusually serious. Despite his playful and sometimes sarcastic personality, Gyro took you and anything you needed very seriously, to the point where he didn’t mind offering his blood in order to keep you strong. However, he also knew of your unwillingness to feed on human blood, let alone his.

“Gyro... You know I don’t want to. Besides, I feel just fine. Look,” You spun around a couple of times to try to convince him that you didn’t feel the previous dizziness anymore. But you couldn’t control the underlying desire to consume the delicious liquid flowing under the skin of his neck. Gyro looked at you, giving you a look that was not impressed by your convincing and you secretly knew he wasn’t going to let this one go.

“(Name), you know damn well I’m not gonna move or rest until you’ve been fed.” He said, still looking at you with eyes that were filled with determination and slight worry. He was stubborn about all of this, but it only because he cared. His gaze softened lightly. “I’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head off.” The small hint of playfulness in his voice returned and admittedly eased your discomfort slightly. However, you were still reluctant.

“But... What if I drink too much?” Your thoughts immediately went back to the last time you had drunk his blood and just how overwhelming the feeling had been. It was always risky and the last thing you wanted was to hurt him. His brows frowned slightly, but his gorgeous emerald green eyes were still locked on your currently weakened form.

“You won’t.” This caused you to finally look at him. The amount of confidence his words had puzzled you, how could he be so sure? “Gyro, this isn’t a game. How could you possibly know-”

“Because I trust you.” The way he spoke stuck to you like tar, his words reaching the very core of your being. He knew the risks, but was still willing to help you in any way he could, from traveling at night just so he could have you near him, to offering you his very own blood that you needed now more than ever. You accepted defeat with a sigh and made your way to him. It was not merely because his words and trust in a creature of the night had such an effect on you, it was also because the unbearable lust for blood seemed to partially be controlling your movements, your nose picking up the scent of the liquid under his skin.

You swallowed nervously as you sat next to him, the sound of his blood flowing in his veins echoing in your ears. “Just... Please tell me if it gets too intense,” you said, voice barely audible. “Sure thing, cara.” You barely caught the reassuring grin he flashed you as your eyes were already staring at the spot you desperately wanted to sink your fangs into. With slow movements, you lowered yourself to his neck and could hear his heart beating rapidly, despite his calm demeanor from the outside. It calmed you in a way.

With a small sniff you took in the captivating scent of his blood and after placing a gentle kiss on the soft skin of his neck, you pierced the delicate flesh with your fangs and immediately felt him flinch. You held onto him and as soon as the warm liquid hit the sensitive sensors on your tongue, something snapped within you, and that overwhelming lust you experienced last time you did this only seemed to grow. With every gulp, you regained your strength, and the more you consumed, the more addicting it became

It was unreal. Your claws gripped onto the material of his shirt and the desire to feel stronger kept your fangs in his neck even after you had devoured enough. You couldn’t stop. You wanted more. You needed more. All the surrounding sounds were overpowered by your own inner voices demanding more of that heavenly blood of his. It was intense, and Gyro could feel it too.

“W-woah... Hey, listen, (Name),” he said, his voice becoming much quieter and raspier. He felt his blood being drained from him and as your lust grew and your grip on him tightened, he knew it was time to stop. “I... I think you’ve had enough...” He gently grabbed your shoulders, which fortunately seemed to bring you back to reality as almost immediately, he could no longer feel your fangs digging into his skin.

Your (E/C) eyes looked up at him, worry sparkling in them. You were so quick to check up on him, you didn’t even notice the blood dripping from the corners of your mouth. “Are you okay?” You simply asked, feeling stronger than before, but worried about his condition. As a response, he merely chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. And you seem to be as well.” He said and looked at you, noting just how much better and healthier you looked. A sigh of relief escapes your lips and after you wipe the remaining liquid from your lips, you gently bring them to his cheek, as a sign of gratitude.

“Thank you.”

Gyro grinned at your action and immediately threw his arm around you. “Anything for you. Oh, and thank you for not killing me.” He joked once again, which made you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Of course, dear. If you died who would be my personal blood bag?”

The fact that he seemingly took this lightly was unbelievable to you, but then again, Gyro Zeppeli was one of a kind and you were fortunate to have him by your side.

#jjba #jojo #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Steel Ball Run #gyro #gyro zeppeli #jjba gyro #jojo gyro #gyro x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #reader insert

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fydream · 4 years

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a/n: hi yes! another differently formatted chapter! word count is 2.2k, so it’s not that long. also this semi-proof read sorry (meaning i did proof reading and editing while writing it but i didnt give it one last over view.. again, sorry) hope u like it! :D

You sigh as you swing your legs back and forth from the countertop you were sitting on. Currently, you, Renjun, Chenle, and Jeno were all at Hyuck's house hanging out. Your sigh catches the attention of Renjun which prompts him to ask "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." You say, trying to brush it off.

He furrows his eyebrows. "It's not nothing. If it's bothering you this much why don't we talk about it?"

You pout at him, hoping he'll pick up a sign that you don't want to, but still he insists that you tell him what's wrong.

"Well.." You mumble. "Jisung said he wanted to talk to me tonight.."

"Sorry, what?" Renjun asks. "I didn't hear you."

"Jisung said.. he wanted to meet up to explain everything." You say, a little louder this time.

"Jisung what?!" Renjun exclaims, getting the attention of everyone else in the room.

You sigh in defeat as you watch Jeno tense at the name of his ex-friend.

"What's this about Jisung?" Jeno asks.

"Nothing." You mumble, trying to find something else to talk about.

"No no, it's okay. I won't be upset." Jeno reassures. "What about Jisung?"

"He wanted to clear up a few things with me." You answer, glancing at the clock propped up on Hyuck's kitchen wall.

Donghyuck seems to notice how fast your eyes move and asks "Tonight?"

"Yeah. In like an hour or so actually." You confirm.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Renjun asks you.

"Well.. yeah. I kinda want an explanation."

"Are you sure?" Chenle asks. "Like, one hundred percent sure?"

"Yeah?" You nod, confused on why they seemed so concerned with you meeting up with Jisung again.

"Why?" He asks.

"I literally just told you why." You answer, annoyance prominent in your voice.

"Okay." Chenle says, backing off, hands raised in defense.

"Do you, uh, need a ride?" Donghyuck asks, hoping to clear the air a bit.

"Yeah, sure." You agree, hopping off the kitchen counter. It takes him back a little, he wasn't expecting that kind of response, especially that quickly.

"Oh, uhh, now?" He asks as he watches walk towards his hallway.

"Uh, yeah?" You say as he looks at his two friends and his boyfriend confusingly. They shrug in response. You can hear Chenle say "Hey man, you offered to drive. Not us."

You pause in between the end of the hallway and the entrance to the kitchen to watch the four boys start to quarrel.

"Jeno, you'll come with me, right?" Donghyuck asks and Jeno shoots him a look.

"Are you insane?" Jeno responds. "I don't wanna talk to him."

"You're not going to talk to him. Y/n is."

"Okay, then I don't want to see him."

"Fine." Donghyuck scoffs, before turning his head to look at Renjun and Chenle who were already saying no.

"What are you gonna do?" He asks them.

"We're gonna watch your house. Duh." Chenle responds.

"Actually. They're gonna watch your house." Renjun corrects, pointing at Jeno and Chenle. "I'm going to watch Chenle."

"Whaaat!! That's not fair!" He protests.

"I trust Jeno more than you." Renjun retorts back.

Donghyuck sighs in defeat. "Fine. Just don't do anything stupid." He says, turning to walk towards you and you can see the three boys cheer behind him. It causes you to giggle, and Donghyuck is just happy you're happy.

Once out of his house and into his car he asks you where you're going. You tell him not to worry and that you'll just give him the directions on how to get there. It only worries him more.

"I dunno y/n. It seems kinda sketch."

"Listen I know you don't trust the guy, but you trust me, right?" You ask.

"Yeah.."

"Then trust me, that it'll be okay."

"Okay." He sighs. "You lead the way."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Donghyuck asks as you step out of the passenger seat to his car.

"Yeah. I'm sure." You sigh.

"Okay.. Just. Call me if you need me. I'll be nearby, okay?"

"I'll be fine, Hyuck. Don't worry."

"Whatever you say.." He mumbles before rolling up his window and driving away.

Walking to the only other human like figure around you, you start to wonder if Jisung is really worth your time. Sure you missed the time you spent together, all the hours in the library studying and having stupid debates over the simplest things like, the best ice cream flavor, or how to write the number eight. Yeah you missed it, but was it really worth going back to? You could do these with anyone, even the new friends you've made so far this year. But for some reason, it was different with Jisung.

Maybe it's because you did like him. Or maybe it's because he was really different from your other friends. Yes you love Hyuck, and Renjun, and Chenle to death but it was nice having someone else to talk to, someone who didn't know everything about you, someone you could make different memories with.

"You came.." He says. It's not loud, but it's not quiet either. It's enough to snap you out of your thoughts though.

"Yeah." You nod. "I wanna know.. the truth. And only the truth."

"Do you promise to believe me?" He asks.

You don't respond for a second, you just stare at him with a blank face. You can tell that his eyes are shaky and you can't tell if he's about to cry or not.

"I don't want to make a promise I can't keep."

Needless to say, you could practically feel Jisung's heart shatter.

"Okay." He nods. "Where do you want me to start?"

"I don't know? The beginning?"

"Oh.. Right." He mumbles. "Well um.. You- You see.. It started like- uhm- like."

"So are you gonna tell me or are you just going to keep stalling?"

"Uhh."

"I mean. I can wait, I do have all night for your information." You spit, crossing your arms. "Do you? Or do you have another date planned after this? Y'know, one where you lied to another other girl too?"

"I- What? I don't have another 'date' after this.." He defends. "I've.. I've been alone for the past month and a half.. What are you talking about?"

"So I've heard."

"Look." Jisung sighs, you notice that he looks tired. "I don't wanna fight. Can we just start over?"

"Okay Park Jisung, we can do whatever you want." You scoff. "Hi! I'm y/n l/n, I came to have a conversation. Are we going to have one, or not?"

"You want me to start at the beginning?" He yells. "Fine then! I'll start at the beginning. I'll tell you whatever the fuck you wanna hear!"

"It's true! In the beginning of the school year I was bored and was looking for someone to date. But then I met you! And you were different!"

"Oh yeah? Well I bet you tell that to every girl you meet!" You yell back at him.

Ignoring what you said, Jisung decides to continue. "For some reason something clicked with you. I don't know what it was and I don't remember when, but something just clicked. You really were different. I started enjoying your company a lot more and everything just felt right.. around you."

"This is bullshit." You mumble before turning to walk away. Part of you didn't want to leave because you knew what he was talking about, something clicking. The other part of you decided that this was probably all a lie. "If he's lied to me before he'll do it again." You think trying to convince yourself to leave.

"I'm sorry, Jisung." You sigh. "I really want to believe you, trust me, I do. But you've told me things before.. and you lied to me about them. So who's to say that you aren't lying to me right now?"

There's no response. He just looks at you and you can see the small bits of hope leave his eyes. "Okay." You sigh with a nod before turning to leave. You get pretty far away when you hear him yell your name in attempt to get you to stop walking away from him. "Before you go.. can I please just tell you something?"

You let out a tired sigh. "What is it?"

"You don't have to believe me." He starts. "But you remember that night we spent together? The one right here? In this exact spot?"

You nod. "You mean the night that you lied to me?"

Your words sting, but he decides to continue anyways, trying his best to not show how much that hurt him.

"I meant everything I said that night.. All those words I said were true y'know.." He whispers. "I miss you."

"I miss seeing how your eyes lit up.. And I miss seeing your smile.. I still see it every now and then, but it's not directed at me and it just hurts. I miss our silly disagreements and how we'd drag them on for what felt like ages. I miss driving you home because even though they were silent drives I felt safe and comfortable with you there. It didn't have to be loud like when I drove around with my other friends. I miss the little dates we went on, and ye-yes you'll never hear me say it again but they were all dates. I miss that day at the mall.. before everything went down. Do you remember?" He asks.

You nod again. This time it's smaller and more subtle.

"Y'know.. That's the day I started realizing I liked you." He admits.

Closing your eyes you whisper, "Stop talking."

But he doesn't listen. He just continues.

"You were playing some dumb game.. I don't remember if it was a claw machine or ski ball but it was something.. You were so focused. You even stuck your tongue out a little.. you got so into it."

"Stop talking." You say again, louder this time.

"You looked so pretty.." He sighs. "And you were so excited when we raised enough tickets to get a bag of candy for ourselves. They kicked us out because we sat on the air hockey table, remember? I don't know if they'll ever let us back in there, but it was fun while it lasted." He laughs.

"I said stop talking!" You practically yell, turning to face towards him.

"Why?" He asks, giving you a sad look.

"Because I don't want to remember that day." You sigh.

"Why?" He asks again.

"I don't wanna say why."

He takes a step closer to you. "You can tell me anything."

You sigh in defeat.

"Did you feel it too?" You ask him and he nods.

"So you know?"

"I do."

"Then why do I have to say it?" You ask.

"Because if you say it, then it's like you're accepting the truth."

"I don't like how you know what I feel." You mumble to yourself as he takes another step closer.

"What if I don't.. say it?" You ask.

"Then just give me a sign." He says.

"Do you miss me?" He asks. By this point the sun has gone done, and if weren't only you two here you probably wouldn't have heard him.

You nod. "I do."

"Are you mad at me?" He asks.

You nod again. "I am."

"That's okay." He says. "I understand."

This time, you take a step back.

"Do you wanna be mad at me?"

Instead of responding this time, you ask, "Why do you get to ask all of the questions?"

"I never said you couldn't ask any." He says while you shoot him a glare.

"Okay then." You start, deciding you were going to play this little game with him. Taking a step forward you ask, "Why did you choose me?"

He shrugs. "I dunno. You were new."

You scoff at his response. "Predictable."

Thinking of a better question to ask him, you say, "How can I believe you?"

"You can't." He responds. "You just have to trust me. Do you trust me?"

"I do."

He nods.

"Okay."

"Do you trust me?" You ask him, breaking the pattern you two have created.

"I do." He says, echoing your answer.

You nod.

"Okay."

"So.. What now?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"What do we do now?"

"Ah." You sigh. "That's what you meant."

"Well.. Yeah." He says. "I don't know if you know this but.. this is the closet we've been ever since.. what happened. Yet it's still the furthest we are from each other."

"Can you just shut up, for once?" You ask, voice playful in tone.

Jisung hears it and he gives you a small smile, liking the sudden change in atmosphere. "I dunno.. Will I?" He jokes.

"You're silly." You say, while a smile starts to form shortly after.

"..Can we start over?" He asks, and you can tell he's being serious.

He looks scared. Nothing like the same boy who you saw just a second ago, the one who was starting to be comfortable with you again.

"I'd understand if you didn't want to. Or if you don't want anything to do with me anymore after this. I just thought.. it'd be the right thing to ask."

"Do you promise not to break my heart?" You ask.

"Only if you promise not to break mine." He responds with a smile.

"No promises." You say, grabbing his hand and interlocking it with yours.

"Hey!" He exclaims. "You can't do that!"

"Yes I can. I just did."

"I'll take this as a yes then?" He asks, a giggle following afterwards.

"Yeah. You can take this as a yes."

✰ how to be a heartbreaker

↳ so what happens when park jisung, the school’s infamous fuckboy runs into the new girl at school? out of boredom he decides it’ll be fun to have someone new to play with, but little does he know, she’s learning how to be a heartbreaker.

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halfway-happyyy · 4 years

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Love Like This

AN: Basically you’re stuck in quarantine and you’re reflecting on the things that make Alexander who he is. Oh, you’ve also got some pretty fantastic news for him.

Cotton candy clouds of fluff.

“Saturday nights used to look a hell of a lot different than this one, didn't they?”

Where once there were movie premiers to attend, award shows to be embarrassingly proud at, cocktails to be sipped, friends to laugh with… you are at home for the foreseeable future.

Alexander glances up from his phone to beam at you. “Maybe so. But this happens to be one of the better Saturday evenings I've had.”

“Yeah? And why is that?”

Alexander shrugs. “I'm with my best friend.”

It’s currently late into the evening and a soft rain patters gently against the glass kitchen windows. Alexander's just finished his second glass of chardonnay and he's leant over the gleaming marble counter top, phone clutched in his hand. He's tired tonight; keeps squinting down at the content on his phone and letting out long yawns every few minutes. As you take in all six foot four of his frame, from the unkempt quarantine hair and the five o’clock (almost six now) shadow forming on his face, to the worn sweatpants hanging low on his hips… you reflect silently on the things you know to be certain about the elder Swede before you.

The first thing that comes to mind is his complete adoration for his family. It never ceases to make you feel suddenly warm and fuzzy inside just thinking of it. He frequently tells you how excited he is to get the two of you back to Sweden when this is all over- “Just you and I and the rest of the family on our little island.” Last night he spent over two hours happily talking to Gustaf while he nursed a couple of his favourite beers. This morning you both had the pleasure of having facetime pancakes with his mother, the memory of it causes you to smile softly to yourself.

“Whatcha smiling about over there, kid?” Alexander pipes up.

“Your mum,” and your heart sings as you watch the grin bloom across his face.

The next thing is his intense love of coffee. Being someone who travels more than the average person, he has become quite the caffeine connoisseur. There is actually a cupboard in the corner of the kitchen dedicated to bags of exotic beans he's found along his travels and it isn't uncommon for the first thing you hear in the morning to be the muffled whir of his ever-coveted machine in the corner next to the spice rack.

“What on earth is that?”

“What's what, kid?”

You gestured to the pile of expensive looking metal beneath the kitchen window.

“That… thing.”

Alexander scoffed in mild offence. “That thing, is my new baby. That thing roasts coffee beans like hot damn. Starbucks could never,” He hissed under his breath.

You're pretty sure you could write a book of all of things you know to be true about him. That he loves nothing more sometimes than to stroll anonymously around the city. That he'll spend an entire day pouring through a book if it's good enough. That there is a small wooden box next to your bed that is chock-full of hand written love letters from him. Some are written on airplane napkins in his slightly shaky, but still signature scrawl and some are on luxuriously thick paper purchased from a stationery shop in Siena. You know and adore the way his accent thickens when he's had a little too much to drink. (He's definitely been guilty of forgetting that your Swedish is still quite rusty, yet attempting to launch into full-on conversations with you regardless of that fact.) Or the way his cerulean gaze lightens or darkens depending on his mood.

Alexander sighs tiredly and hoists his arms high above his head in a stretch. He yawns and pockets the phone in his pants. “I'm going to start getting ready for bed, kid. You coming?”

His bedtime routine varies from night to night. Some nights he starts out reading; could be a novel someone's suggested to him or a script he's been sent. Whatever it is, his brain has a habit of running away on him from time to time and settling into a good chapter is a sure-fire way to have him sleepy within the hour. Some nights he's intent on making you feel amazing; he'll spend hours between your legs, taking his sweet time. Other nights, particularly if he's just been home after a long shoot, he simply holds you close to him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you kid.”

It's a mantra he only whispers when he's missed you more than he can say.

“Yeah baby. I'll be up in a few minutes.”

You drain what's left of your tea and make sure everything's turned off in the kitchen. Alexander is perched on his side of the bed when you enter the room. You marvel at the way his back muscles ripple and flex in the low lamplight as he stretches before bed. You’ve told him numerous times in the past how beautiful he is, but most of the time he just laughs it off.

“Couldn't hold a candle to you, kid.”

You pad over to the bed to undress, trying in vain to ignore the sudden prickle of nerves in your belly. Alexander is already waiting for you, arms outstretched for you to fall into. You settle into him as you have thousands of times before, and each time never fails to feel like coming home. You know his scent; a heady mix of body wash, cologne and sweat. You have memorized the sound of his heartbeat and the way it makes you feel when it beats against your shoulder blade. “Saturday nights are about to look a lot different than they do now, Alex.”

One thing, and maybe it’s the thing that stands out the most to you, is how much Alexander loves children. He's always had a way with them; they flock to him in droves. Your heart thrums in your chest when you think of the first time he got to meet his baby niece, or the hundreds of facetimes he’s had with his younger brothers. It's possible that this has everything to do with him being the elder brother of seven other siblings, but he's simply just a natural with them. Where his patience often lacks with adults, he never fails to make time for kids and it's never been a secret he's tried to hide. In fact, it was one of the first things he revealed about himself when you first began seeing him.

“I'd love a big family in the future. That seems like the ultimate dream, doesn't it? Waking up every morning to the sound of tiny, barefoot pitter-patters?”

You couldn't deny the way his glassy blue orbs lit up like a Christmas tree at the mere mention of his own family someday.

“I know I'm going to be a father someday. I don't doubt that it's going to be difficult and terrifying beyond all measure but I do know that it’s going to be the most important role of my life… and I really just can't wait for it.”

Alexander somehow knows exactly what you mean without further elaboration. He sits up straight in bed and pats your arm twice so you can follow suit. Instinctively, his large, warm hands travel to the bump that is mere months away from making an appearance in your belly. He swallows hard and clears his throat, you notice the way his lips quiver ever so slightly before he asks, “Are we?”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch tears brim in the corners of his eyes. “Yeah Alex, we are.”

He tilts his head back and, you doubt you'll ever forget the sound of his laugh or the way the tears roll down his cheeks in unbelievably happy streams. After a while he drops his head to your belly and proceeds to pepper dozens of kisses over the expanse of your exposed skin. He stays like that for what feels like hours; and when he finally gazes back up at you, he's beaming so wide he puts sunshine to shame.

“Can't wait to tell the family, kid.”

#and the entirety of the next day would be spent on the phone #lots of happy tears #multiple questions for bill #he'd be the best papa #no one can change my damn mind #alexander skarsgard x reader #alexander skarsgard fanfic #fanfic #alexander skarsgard oneshot #alexander skarsgard fluff #alexander skarsgard drabble #drabble #writing #oneshot #alex sstuff #alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgård

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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Cold Nights - Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.5k words

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, lowkey angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Hiya! It’s Hobi’s turn! I have finally finished writing my dissertation, which is currently being checked by my professor. There might be some editing to do, but I’ll have to hand it in on Monday so I’ll feel more relaxed after that. Last step will be presenting it to a commission from my university that will give me my final grade. And then GRADUATION (supposedly November 4th)!

But let’s move on to more pleasant stuff! This fic is set a couple days after Hoseok’s Love Talk and it deals with Hobi’s feels for his Giggles. The end of this drabble is ideally the beginning of Hobi’s Wild Nights.

Word count: around 3k maybe, didn’t check 🤔

Here you can find my Masterlist

Enjoy!

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Hoseok stared at his feet.

He had just left your place and he felt messy.

Yoongi opened the door almost immediately. "Hey."

"Hey." He responded quietly.

"Are you busy? Is Kitten around?" He asked as he entered his apartment and took off his shoes.

"No, she's with Angel." He said.

"They're hanging out a lot together." He noticed. "If I were you I'd be worried."

"Who told you I'm not." Yoongi quipped, shaking his head with an exasperated laugh.

They both entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Beer or soju?"

Hoseok exhaled. "Beer."

"Cool." Actually, fuck. He silently grabbed two cans. Maybe he should directly go for all six of them. This conversation was about to get heavy. "Listen, I love talking about Kitten--"

"You love Kitten, full stop."

"I do, but that is not the point." Yoongi remarked. "What is going on?"

Hoseok laced his fingers together, placing them on the table. "I think you know by now but I'm seeing someone."

"As in dating or hallucinating?" Yoongi asked with a serious, concerned tone which made him even more hilarious.

Hoseok shook his head.

"Just kidding, go on." Yoongi said, happy that Hoseok was hiding a smile. He was glad he could instill some happiness even though he looked so lost.

"Giggles."

"Oh, is that your Kitten?" Yoongi asked. "I mean is she to you what Kitten is to me?" In the meanwhile he put two glasses and the drinks on the table.

Hoseok laid his forehead on the back of his hands. "I don't know. I think so?" He sat up straight again. "She's a masterpiece. Cute and kind and bright and so, so lovely."

"But?" Yoongi nagged. Usually this was the point when Hoseok said he didn't feel anything or that she was boring or that he needed something different.

Hoseok shook his head, laying down again. It was slightly hilarious. "No buts." He rose up again, skittish. "But maybe it's temporary and I'll grow bored or she'll get tired and maybe it's just too early to find out about buts and maybes."

Yoongi opened his bear and poured some as Hoseok merely mirrored his gestures without really thinking. "How long has this been going on with the two of you?"

"More or less... Three months?"

"Mh." Yoongi meditated. His arrangements were usually a few weeks, maybe a couple months. This was the point where his interest just disappeared. From here on it was all uncharted territory for him. That's why he looked so scared, Yoongi thought.

"I don't know if I've been — like — swept off my feet by the sex or if this is actually affection."

Yoongi pouted and nodded.

"I've never had someone like her, Yoongi. I've never felt this need to protect and just gush all over someone. I want to tell everyone about her. And then I want to keep her all to myself."

"Does she make you happy?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes." He didn't hesitate one second. "I've never felt my life so full. It just... It feels like I don't even have to try. Like she needs to be in my life for some reason because she makes it better."

"What do you expect from your ideal partner?" Yoongi asked taking another sip of beer.

Hoseok looked at the glass and drank too, reflecting on his answer. "I think other than love and respect, maybe... Peace? Serenity? Someone who can pick me up when I feel down? She's just... She's ticked all the damn boxes so far and I can't help but be continuously reminded of how fucking perfect she is." Hoseok scrunched his face. "If she's not the one, then I don't know who could possibly be."

"And I bet you haven't told her about this, huh?"

Hoseok let himself go, his elbows propped on the table, his head in his hands. "How could I? I don't even know what the fuck is going on.".

"You do know though."

"How can I, Yoongi? How can I ask that?" Hoseok raised his voice. "This started as sex, Yoongi. I'm not like you wrapping my emotions in gift paper and handing it to my partner whenever I start seeing someone new."

Yoongi stayed still, blinking.

"Sorry. I overreacted. I think I'm in panic mode." Hoseok frowned. "It's... I'm afraid she'll throw me away?"

"You should be having this conversation with Namjoon. Do you remember what he put himself through for that precise fear?" Yoongi poured all the beer left in his can. "I think you should tell her you want to be with her. Call it what you want. Maybe Kitten and I did it the traditional way, went on dates, did stuff together, said our "I love you"s and got together, but that's not the only way to do that. You know how it went with Joon and Vixen."

"They were dating too. Giggles and I are not like that."

"How did it happen?"

"Mickey's vet was on holiday during an emergency, I took him to the vet and she was the substitute. It sort of spiraled out of control."

"I wanna ask how, but I'm not sure I wanna know." Yoongi snickered.

"I asked her number, she gave it to me. Went to a sort of a date but things got kinky and we hit it off..." He slipped into silence.

"Hobi, I think you should just find the nerves to tell her you want more. I know it's scary as fuck and everything, but I'm pretty sure she's a sweet girl who'd love to be by your side."

"She is sweet." Hoseok said with dreamy eyes. "And caring, and loving and funny and so, so soft."

"Just ask her out already. Simply tell her 'Hey, you, I know we've been going at it like bunnies for months but do you wanna go out for dinner or whatever, see if we work as something more?" Yoongi resolved practically.

"Do you think she'll say yes?" Hoseok asked, a little anxious.

"I think the right way to approach this is, what happens if she says no?" Yoongi reasoned.

"I don't want to think about it."

"In my opinion she would just say 'thanks man, but I'm not interested' and you'd just keep fucking like bunnies."

"And what would I do with my feelings?" Hoseok asked, frowning at his empty glass.

Yoongi smiled bitterly. "I am not the greatest advisor with this but I'd say you either keep them on the low or let them go. If you can." He perched himself on the chair, bringing his knees to his chest. "Personally, if she said no, I would let go of her and find someone new. It hurts but usually you cannot kill feelings for someone. The more you go on, the more it hurts. But just talk it out with her, casually."

Hoseok nodded and stood up abruptly. "I can't keep living with the doubt. I can't go on like this. Gotta go. Thank you, Yoongi."

Hoseok dashed for the entryway, Yoongi at his heels. "Guess if it goes sour you'll text me for a drunk pity party?"

Hobi was already putting his shoes on. "Guess so." Left shoe.

"And if it goes well you'll just go AWOL for a couple hours?" Yoongi suggested.

"More like a couple days, but we'll see." Right shoe. He stood up, grabbing his coat. "Thanks a lot. You know you're the best friend in the world, right?"

Yoongi nodded with a soft smile. "You are, too. Good luck."

"Thanks, see you!" Hoseok sprinted out of the door.

Yoongi simply closed the door behind him, shaking his head with a smirk.

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"Hey." One sweaty, breathless Jung Hoseok stood at your door. His call had caught you by surprise: when you had picked up your phone he asked if you were home so he could stop by. You told him you had just arrived from your shift. And now you were at your doorstep, staring at each other.

"Hello." You said with a confused smile.

"I'm in love with you." He declared, still breathless, hunched down, standing with his knees bent and his hands propped on them for support.

You blinked a few times, asking yourself where all of this was coming from.

Fuck it. "I love you too." You said, ignoring the common sense and reason suggesting you asked an explaination for this.

He went wide-eyed with incredulity, standing up straight. Next thing you knew he was kissing you desperately, pushing you back in your apartment and closing the door with his foot. "I love you." He purred.

"I love you too, Hobi. I'm in love with you, baby."

He growled. "Bedroom. Now."

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagine #bts headcanons #hoseok imagine #hoseok scenario #hoseok x reader #sope fic

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slayingallthesewomenwithmypeen · 5 years

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[Title in the Works] - 01

;hey guys! this is for a story I'm writing, and it's something I've had in mind for almost a year now, so I've decided to share the first chapter! i hope you enjoy. if you have any title suggestions please don't hesitate to share.

thank you all!

-Daisy💕

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

This chapter includes violent themes and driving while intoxicated.

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April 12th, 1987

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If you were to ask where people usually are on a Sunday night in Boston, they'd almost all unanimously reply with watching the Bruins.

If not then they likely had something better to do.

But based on the rumbling and roaring of the crowd in the small pub downtown Boston, that didn't seem to be the case.

Cheering ran throughout the large room as a hockey game played on four different T.Vs, with men and women gathering around them to cheer for their boys in yellow and boo at Montreal aggressively.

Granted about half the crowd was completely wasted.

Waitresses walked around the establishment with tray-fulls of cheap beer to hand out to the customers as they continued to yell at the game, some getting mad as the people on the screen didn't do what they had yelled at them for the past half hour to do.

Eyeing one of the waitresses from the bar was Kate, the one with the more blonde in her hair, and her skin bearing a fairer complexion compared to her friend.

A cat-like look danced in her eyes as she scanned the crowd, then at the Bruins who weren't doing so hot.

She chuckled to herself.

Next to her, paying no mind to the waitresses (or let alone the game) like her friend was Phoebe.

She instead idly stirred her mixed drink with the tiny black straw that came with it.

Phoebe had noticeably tanner, freckled skin, sporting ginger hair and grey eyes.

Sitting next to Kate, the two did not at all seem like friends if one were to guess.

Kate twirled around on her barstool and faced her friend, smiling, "I knew the Bruins were gonna lose. Now that fat guy in the Hawaiian shirt over there owes me $50."

Phoebe didn't seem to have any reaction towards her friend's statement, continuing to stir the drink and staring blankly at it.

Her friend raised a brow, clearly understanding how out of character her ginger pal was and reached over to pluck the straw from her hand.

"I think the Alabama Slammer's mixed enough dude." Kate commented.

Phoebe looked up at her, seeming to snap out of the trance, "Sorry..." she apologized quickly, "I guess I'm just not feeling it tonight."

Kate leaned on her hand as she looked at her friend, "Feels weird being back here, huh?"

The ginger nodded, "Little bit." she said silently as she sipped her drink, "At least I haven't bumped into them yet."

"What, your parents?" Kate asked, scrunching her brows as she glanced around the bar, "Your blue-collared folks in this shithole?"

She shrugged, "You never know."

"Yeah, but from what you've told me about them they wouldn't even piss in the toilets in a place like this." Kate replied, a swig of her beer following her words, "So I wouldn't worry."

"I wouldn't really say I'm worried," Phoebe replied, "It's just weird."

The blonde sighed, "Just relax man. S'not like they're forming some kind of witch hunt for you still even after all this time."

Phoebe stayed silent for a moment, letting the cries of the hockey fans drown out her unspoken reply.

Kate rolled her eyes and nudged her shoulder, "C'mon, I'm gonna get my 50 first from the Pillsbury dough-boy over there and then we can bounce. Just go wait in the car."

Kate tossed the keys at Phoebe, who caught them with her two hands and nodded in reply.

She got up and walked out of the bar, the parking lot surprisingly enough being barren despite the large crowd of people inside.

Phoebe got to their 1978 Ford Mustang and unlocked the car.

She got into the front seat, slamming the door next to her shut, and threw the keys onto the dashboard.

Though she tried, she just couldn't shake the awkward feeling of being home back so easily as Kate had tried to.

Her parents may not enjoy places like these as she may, but that doesn't mean the people here don't talk to one another.

Especially since Phoebe's father was a pastor of one of the largest churches in the city.

The thought of that by itself made her head cloud from the embarrassment.

Nothing would make a juicy story for every ear in this drunken city like hearing the pastor's daughter running around town making a fool of herself.

'Great.' she muttered in her head, 'As if me ditching hadn't made things worse before.'

Interrupting her silent scolding was laughter, and footsteps that sounded like running towards the car.

Phoebe turned around and looked out of the back window of the car to see Kate with a handful of cash and a wild grin plastered onto her face as the man in the Hawaiian shirt chased after her along with a buddy of his.

The second man, based on what she could get a glimpse of in the dark, had such a shiny bald head she wouldn't have been surprise if he had a marble where a skull would've been.

The fat man's mouth was covered in blood, his expression was one of pure anger.

His pace- while still fast- wasn't fast enough for Kate as she made it to the car in time, and quickly got into the driver's seat.

She threw the cash onto the dash, grabbing the keys and starting the car, her laughter subsiding as she caught her breath.

Phoebe hadn't had the time to even ask what had happened yet as Kate whipped out of the parking lot with a sharp turn and hit the gas.

The mens yelling and cursing in the background faded when they started going farther down the road.

Phoebe glanced at Kate, who looked at her as if she had just experienced a glorious high.

"Dickhead over there said he knew your dad," she explained, a pit in Phoebe's stomach already forming from the guilt, "He said he'd tell him he saw our plate unless I gave him a little something. Told him no, he tried to grab me, and so I broke his tooth and took whatever was in his wallet."

Kate had described the whole ordeal in a tone where she acts as this happens to her on a daily.

Which frankly, Kate getting into fights wasn't something out of the ordinary for the two of them to go through.

Phoebe chuckled nervously, her anxiety worsening, "Shit, he saw our plates?"

"Don't worry," Kate assured nonchalantly with a giggle, "We can always switch em."

Phoebe could feel her organs sinking into a pit, "How did he even recognize me?"

"Hell if I know."

The ginger turned to Kate, looking at her overall demeanor as her friend swerved a little on the road.

"Kate..." Phoebe reached over and put her hand on the wheel to guide the car in a safer way, "Dude you're drunk off your ass. Let me drive."

Kate blew a raspberry, "I'm not drunk'" she objected, smacking Phoebe's hand away, "I can drive just fine, don't be such a worry-wart."

Phoebe was just about to object when her eyes darted over towards the road for a second and saw a person crossing the street.

"Kate- KATE-" she cried as the car drew closer to the person, "Pump the breaks someone is crossing!"

Kate squinted at the road, her head nodding a little shakily, "I don't see anyone-"

"STOP THE CAR KATE STOP THE CAR-"

Phoebe pushed herself over towards the drivers' side and slammed her foot onto the break.

The tires squealed on the road, twisting and turning as Kate drunkenly tried to hold the wheel still.

Which was about as beneficial as a duck doing taxes.

Phoebe yelped as she felt the car stop, a loud thud from the front following after.

Her eyes were shut closed, shaking as she still stood with her feet on the brake pedal.

"Holy shit." Kate murmured, her feet sliding off of the gas and staring ahead from the window.

Phoebe slowly opened her eyes, her breathing quickened as she quickly got out of the car from the shotgun's side and made her way towards the front.

Her eyes widened in horror, her hands reached up to clamp over her mouth as she rushed over to the body.

A young man laid before the car, his dark brown hair held down with a bit of blood and sweat.

He wore a grey shirt and a blue jacket, both of which were covered in some leaves and mud.

She knelt down towards him, freezing for a second as she wasn't sure on what to do, but then immediately checked his neck for a pulse.

"Is he breathing?"

Kate called as she got out of the car, looking over at Phoebe and the body.

"Oh my god."

"What?"

"He's still alive!"

"What?" Kate asked, surprised by him not kicking the bucket due to getting hit by a car, "No way...props to him."

"We gotta take him to the hospital," Phoebe said hurriedly, "He needs an ambulance- call 911!"

"Yeah, you try explaining to the doctors that you hit some homeless guy with your car."

Phoebe glared at her, "It's not my car! It's yours! You drove!"

"I could've been drunk and you would've had to drive me home. Don't lie and say you can't smell the whiskey on me."

Phoebe was absolutely appalled.

"Why can't we just tell the truth for once?!" she demanded, their current situation making her more stressed than ever, "Damn it, Kate, he could be dying!"

"Okay, one," Kate responded, definitely much calmer than Phoebe, "You think that me driving drunk is gonna make this situation better for the cops? You really want your parents to find out after all this time ignoring them, you got arrested for attempted murder?"

Phoebe didn't answer, she didn't even look at Kate, she just continued to have her hand on his pulse as reassurance that he's okay.

"...Two," she continued, "He'll be fine. Let's just go back to our motel. We'll put him on ice, I'll call a guy, we let him rest so we can avoid this whole mess."

"And what if he doesn't get better?" Phoebe shot a glare at her friend, questioning her morals.

Kate shrugged, "I got a shovel in the back."

Her eyes grew big, "Jesus Christ, Kate!"

"He'll get better!" she said a little louder, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Fuck sake, just help me get him into the backseat."

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