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the sudden gravity falls addiction I have is so in charecter

my feed quickly became overrun with gravity falls

i watched the entire show in like 2 or 3 days I dunno I lost track

i think of nothing but gravity falls

i wanna draw nothing but gravity falls (but I lost all my pens and pencils so there goes drawing anything)

i yap about it to my friends all day

im so madly obsessed with it

i haven't had such a quick strong obsession with something in ages

it feels kinda good

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 >>>>

I’m not going to lie Bakugo has my heart and soul over anyone,but when I tell you the sloppy toppy I’d give Izuku would have both of seeing stars like damm 🥴🤤

Smithers

me, forcing my best friend to watch heartstopper with me, bc I don't wanna look like a lonely lesbian (she hasn't watched the first two seasons and has NO clue what is going on, but she has a HUGE crush on nick)

Can you please please please write more jegulily and jegulus but preferably jegulily puh-leaseee id love and appreciate you forever

           James didn’t exactly consider himself good at all the wedding planning stuff. He was still a little awed that Lily Evans had even agreed to it. They’d been dating for four years, since they were eighteen, and it was kind of just the thing people did. James would have been happy just going on the way things were but he knew that was what everyone was expecting of him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry Lily, it was just they already acted as if they were married, it didn’t feel like the actual wedding was worth it. Although James Potter had never said no to a party in his life.

           He also didn’t want to leave everything up to Lily. He wasn’t completely useless and could help with the planning and getting shit done. Lily knew better than to have James do too much though considering his propensity for mischief. He’d been given things to do that were difficult to screw up.

           James was in charge of the wine they were serving and Sirius’ brother owned a vineyard that he’d inherited from an uncle. Sirius and Regulus had inherited it together from their Uncle Alphie, but Sirius had no interest in wine besides drinking it, so he had let Reg take it over and apparently the business was thriving.

           James had actually never met Regulus before despite Sirius being his best friend. After Sirius had begun to rebel against his parents, Walburga and Orion tried to limit his contact with Reg as much as possible so their only good son wouldn’t be influenced by the bad. Reg had gone to a very private boarding school somewhere in Eastern Europe. They hadn’t really had an occasion to meet since then as James had been busy starting his life with Lily.

           As he walked into the tasting room, it was so classy he felt like maybe he should take off his shoes so he didn’t track mud anywhere. There were large black leather sofas for people to sit down and enjoy their wine. There were also a few tables on the other side and a bar with stools in the center of the room. The lighting was warm and inviting, like someone could just sit for hours and enjoy the wine.

           James knew Regulus was expecting him as Sirius had booked the appointment for him. As it was the middle of the day on a Thursday, it wasn’t as if there were a lot of people there. Just an older retired couple in the corner at one of the tables, chatting quietly and enjoying their afternoon with nowhere to get to.

           He took the opportunity to study the different kinds of wine that were displayed on the wall. James didn’t exactly know a lot about wine but he knew it usually gave him a headache. He was more of a whiskey and beer kind of bloke. Still, Lily preferred wine and it seemed like the more wedding type thing to do.

           “You must be James,” a silky baritone voice said from his right. James turned and felt like he was hit in the face with a frying pan. Regulus Black was gorgeous. He wasn’t sure why he was so surprised, after all Sirius was a very good-looking bloke. He had the same dark hair but it was shorter and more styled. He had sharp features, high cheekbones and a cut jawline. His eyes were a bit more sunken in than Sirius’, making his grey eyes seem even more pronounced.

           “Yes,” James said after having to clear his throat. “James Potter.”

           “Regulus Black,” he said, holding out his hand. His fingers were long and slender, almost delicate. James cringed at his own rough hands as he shook Reg’s. “It’s nice to meet you finally.”

           “Yeah,” James said, taking his hand back and shoving it into his pockets in embarrassment. “I was starting to think Sirius was keeping us apart on purpose.”

           Reg smiled, bringing one thin finger to his lips and biting down on it. Christ, everything about him seemed sinful. “My brother has never been good about sharing. A poor Paddington bear once suffered the consequences by being ripped in half.”

           James chuckled. “I wouldn’t know anything about that. Only child I’m afraid.”

           “Lucky you,” Reg said, quirking his eyebrows playfully as he dropped his finger from his lips. “Now, what were you thinking for your wedding?”

           James shrugged. “To be honest, I know fuck all about wines.”

           Reg nodded as if he’d been expecting it. James wasn’t sure if Sirius had warned Reg about James’ lack of knowledge or if he should be offended that Regulus had just assumed he knew nothing. “How about a tasting?” he offered, gesturing towards the bar. “We can go through a range of wines and find what you like. Unless the bride already has some selections.”

           James shook his head. “I think she usually drinks a cabernet but she’ll pretty much take whatever is on offer.”

           Reg walked gracefully over to behind the bar and began getting set up. He uncorked the first wine with a flourish and poured James a glass. James sat down on one of the stools and watched Reg. He moved like a dancer, his body having such ease to it as if it wanted to go wherever Reg had in mind, everything working in perfect unison.

           Regulus slid over a piece of paper with a list of wines on it. “After you taste each wine you score it on a scale from one to five, five being the highest. We’ll start with the sweeter wines and work our way to drier wines. If your fiancée enjoys Cabernet then it’s possibly she’s more into the dry. We’ll see what passes your fancy though.”

           James struggled not to mention that Regulus was what he fancied most at the moment. They chatted as James tasted over fifteen types of wine including a few cordials. They were all mostly delicious with only a few not really doing it for him. Regulus’ eyes lit up when he talked about wine and it was clearly a subject he was very interested in. James loved listening to him talk and realized he’d been sitting for hours only by the fact that his arse had lost most of the feeling in it. The older couple in the corner had left and it had been just him and Reg for some time.

           “Fuck,” James said, checking his phone. He was slightly buzzed from all the wine. “Lily will be wondering where I am. Guess we’ll be having a takeaway for dinner.”

           Regulus smiled politely. “Sorry to take up so much of your time.”

           “Don’t be,” James assured him quickly. “I had a really good time. Can I buy a bottle to take home with me? I think Lily would really like it.”

           Regulus nodded and turned away. James wasn’t sure but he thought he saw a pained expression cross Reg’s face. When he turned back around, he was holding a bottle of cabernet, his smile never faltering. “It’s on the house,” he said, holding it out to James.

           “Absolutely not,” James protested, shaking his head emphatically. “You already wouldn’t let me pay for the tasting even though I googled what you normally charge for that. You’ve done enough, Reg.”

           “Just take the stupid bottle,” Reg said with a put upon sigh.

           James pushed his glasses up and huffed in annoyance. As he took the bottle from Reg, their fingers brushed against each other and James could have sworn he felt electricity at the touch. He held the bottle in one hand and fished his wallet out with the other. He put fifty quid into the tip jar with a pointed look at Reg. He wasn’t sure if that was enough to cover everything he’d had that day but at least it was something. It didn’t make him feel quite so guilty.

           “So…” he said, shuffling awkwardly. “I’ll see you around then?” He realized he really didn’t want to leave.

           “You know where I am,” Regulus answered with a small smile. “Congratulations, by the way, I don’t know if I ever said it.”

           “Yeah, thanks,” James said, a blush tingeing his cheeks. “I’d better go. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

           Reg ran his fingers through his hair and shrugged. “I didn’t mind at all.”

           James felt his stomach twist painfully. He had a fiancée. It didn’t do to go around fancying other blokes when he had the girl of his dreams waiting at home. “Thanks again, Reg. I hope to see you soon.”

           “I’d like that.”

           As James left the tasting room, he clutched the bottle of wine to his chest and pressed himself up against the wall of the side of the building. The whole thing was just so bloody inconvenient.

                                                           ***

           James got curry on his way home, unsure if it paired with red wine, but figuring they’d drink it anyway. He should have asked Regulus what would go well with the wine. It seemed like the sort of thing he’d know.

           “James,” Lily called out, pulling him from his reverie of thinking of Reg as he dragged his naan through the curry sauce. “Earth to Potter.”

           James glanced up from his plate to find Lily staring at him expectantly. He cleared is throat and took a bit of his naan just to stall for time. He had no idea what Lily had been talking about before he spaced out. “Yeah?” he asked with his mouth full.

           Lily rolled her eyes. “So who is it?”

           “What?” James asked, nearly choking on the half-chewed bread in his mouth. He took a huge gulp of his wine and that didn’t help at all because the wine made him think of Reg. His face heated up in embarrassment.

           “You’ve been sighing wistfully the entire meal,” Lily pointed out with a knowing grin. “If I didn’t know better, James, I’d say you were in love.”

           James took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m in love with you.”

           Lily shrugged. “I’ve been in love with more than one person at once.”

           James stared at her in surprise. “Am I one of those two people?” he asked, this being the first he’d ever heard of it.

           Lily nodded and pulled one of her knees up to her chest, hugging it as she ate her food. “The year we got together. Our first dating. I’d been in love with Marlene Mckinnon for years before that. It was part of the reason I kept turning you down. Well, that and you were a massive prick back then. Marlene and I used to fool around a lot but I definitely was in love with her. She developed feelings for Dorcas Meadows and I realized you weren’t so awful so we broke things off. But I still had feelings for Marlene even as I started falling in love with you. It’s possible to love more than one person.”

           James’ jaw dropped. “Wait, I was a rebound?”

           Lily groaned. “Bloody hell, Potter, that wasn’t exactly the point of the story.”

           “You never told me any of that!” James said indignantly. “I didn’t even know you were bisexual!”

           “I didn’t know you were either,” Lily shot back accusingly and James’ face reddened again. “You didn’t go to work today and so there’s really only one person it could be, unless you feel in love with Mrs. Gupta at the curry place we go to.”

           James shuffled uncomfortably. He had forgotten how intuitive Lily could be, how clever she was. Of course she would work it out. No one had ever accused James of being subtle. “Lily, nothing happened, nothing will happen.”

           “Says who?”

           “Says me!” James said in frustration. “It’s just a stupid crush. I wouldn’t do anything about it.”

           “Why not?” Lily said, her tone teasing and James looked up to find her raising an eyebrow at him. “I think I want to meet this Regulus who turned your head.”

           “Lily no!”

           “Oh yes!”

                                                           ***

           James was a ball of nerves as they entered the tasting room. He didn’t know what to expect from any of this and the uncertainty had him on edge. Lily seemed to be having the time of her life, getting a chance to playfully rib James for once instead of the other way around. He didn’t even understand what Lily was hoping to gain from all this. Maybe just ammo against James to use for the rest of their lives together. He’d been trying to talk her out of this stupid plan since the previous evening but Lily was steadfast. 

           Regulus walked in from the back carrying a case of wine. He stopped when he spotted James and smiled at him before glancing over at Lily. He looked a pit panicked as he put the case down on the bar. “Hello again,” he said, his expression schooled into something more neutral. “How can I help you?”

           “My fiancée would like to take you out on a date,” Lily informed him. James felt his jaw drop in surprise and his eyes flickered over to Reg nervously.

           “Lily,” he hissed, feeling his palms begin to sweat.

           “I don’t blame you, James,” Lily said, looking at him over her shoulder and giving him a sweet smile. “Bloody gorgeous.”

           “I’m sorry,” Regulus spoke up. “I’m confused.”

           Lily walked over to the bar and bent over it, getting close to Reg while James watched them in horror. It felt like everything was going in slow motion, like a car crash. “It’s quite simple,” Lily informed him. “James has a crush on you. I don’t have a problem with that. Are you interested in girls or is it just blokes?”

           Regulus looked dumbstruck for a moment and looked at James for help. James could only shrug in response. Regulus blinked a few times and then his attention went back to Lily. “I’m interested in women as well as men.”

           Lily smiled. “Then maybe both of us will take you out on a date,” she said, looking behind her and waving James over. James stumbled closer and stood beside his absolutely bonkers bride to be. “Only if you’re interested in that, of course. I’d understand if you’d want it to be just you and James. It seems you two made quite the connection yesterday.”

           Regulus’ eyes flickered between James and Lily as if he were working something out in his head. When their eyes met, James gave him a reassuring smile, wanting Reg to know this wasn’t some kind of joke. Reg licked his lips and nodded as if he understood. It felt like a similar non-verbal communication went on between Reg and Lily. He felt a bit relieved by how quickly Regulus and Lily seemed to be hitting it off. After what felt like a lifetime, Reg’s face broke out into a smile. “Well then,” he said, grabbing a bottle of wine and pouring three glasses. “How do you two feel about Indonesian food?”

Been listening to sounds of someday by radio company (Jensen Ackles band) and I’m literally obsessed with this one and drowning

let me tell you a story…

THAT ENDING PART. OMLLLLLLLLLLLLL SUNGHOON WHAT DO YOU KNOW THAT I DON’T

BITE ME 〚 p. sunghoon 〛

PAIRING 》 vampire!sunghoon x afab!reader

SUMMARY 》 university student, Hong YN, spends most of her time at school or at work, doing what she can to make a living and finish school as swiftly as possible. When new student; Park Sunghoon, transfers in the middle of the year with 3 other boys; YN notices some weird things about them all. Maybe, just maybe vampires did exist and the irresistible, untouchable man was one of them.

CHAPTER WARNINGS 》 mentions of biting, heeseung is kinda creepy

WORD COUNT 》 3.4K

TAGLIST 》 below, open.

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【 CHAPTER FOUR 】 bella swan era

It was bone chilling. The way YN's memory had fully recovered, had shown her the hypnotizing red eyes in the dim light of the back alley, the way Sunghoon had wiped blood off his face without so much as breaking eye contact with her, the way she had held that same hand just moments later.

YN had been home for all of 3 hours now. Ignoring her phone as it continuously lit up thanks to the girls trying to figure out where the hell she was. She sat on the couch, silence filled the room, her knees were pulled to her chest, and her arms were wrapped around her legs. She had been staring at the black screen of the TV the entire time she had been home. Her brain was playing Saturday night on repeat. She was trying so hard to remember the girl she had caught Sunghoon with, remember if she was a student at the university too or if she was just some complete stranger. If she wanted answers; YN wanted to start with that girl.

Her phone ringing loudly startled her out of her trance. She had been able to ignore the text tones so well, but an actual phone call was much louder on the wooden coffee table. YN leaned forward, picking up the phone. It was an unknown number. Usually, the girl didn't answer unsaved numbers, but her brain was screaming at her this time. Telling her to answer.

“Hello?” YN's voice filled the empty air after she had finally answered the phone. There were a couple hushed whispers from the other line, voices she couldn't quite place to people filling her left ear. “Hello?” She tried again and the whispering stopped. “YN?” Her eyebrows furrowed, once again looking at the number to see if she knew it, she did not. “Who is this?” She asked, moving on the couch to criss-cross her legs, pulling a throw pillow in her lap to pull at the loose threads on the edge.

A chuckle was heard, “It's Heeseung, Chaeryeong gave me your number after you ignored all -” He was cut off, the sound of shouting heard, “Yah! Hong YN! Where the fuck are you and why is not here?” Chaeryeong shouted at her. YN could practically see her, standing with arms crossed, tapping her foot, chewing on the inside of her cheek. YN winced, pulling the phone away from her ear for a second. “I went home. I got sick this morning.” It wasn't technically a lie, she had gotten that sicky feeling after her memories resurfaced. Chaeryeong scoffed, “So you ignored us?” YN shook her head despite the other female not being able to see it, “I went to bed when I got home.”

YN could hear Chae sigh, knowing she was wiping her hand over her face. “Fine, I accept your excuse. Next time let one of us know, we thought you were kidnapped or ran away with Sunghoon.” YN's eyebrows furrowed, sitting up with full attention now. “Ran away with Sunghoon?” She asked, earning a hum from Chaeryeong. “He's not here either. Disappeared after first class Yerim said. The boys don't know where he's at either.”

YN wasn't sure what emotion she had felt upon hearing that news. Whether it was fear or worry, she knew she felt something. Had he realized she remembered? If he did, what did that mean for her? “YN?” She hummed, letting Chae know she was still there. “Get some rest, I'll bring you some medicine and food after class, okay?” YN nodded, once again knowing she couldn't actually see her. “Okay, thank you. Love you.” “Love you too.” With that the call ended.

YN placed her phone back on the table and leaned back onto the couch, picking at the pillow with one hand, the other hand had lifted to her mouth as she began to anxiously chew at the skin around her thumb nail. She was back to staring at the blank TV screen. Her mind flooded with too many things in that moment. She knew she should be terrified. There was a chance Sunghoon was a vampire. . . but vampires didn't exist, if they did they would have a hard time hiding. However, YN remembered seeing some silly post on the internet about how urban legends began somehow, whether it was a rumor or the truth.

YN pulled her hand from her mouth and threw the pillow aside, standing up to head to her room. She grabbed her laptop then made her way back to the living room, situating herself on the floor with her laptop on the coffee table. “Am I really going to do this?” She asked herself as she opened her browser and went straight to Google.

“Fuck it, I guess I am.” Simple enough, she typed in vampires and hit enter. Of course the only thing coming up was fictional stories and recommended movies. She scrolled for a bit, entering uncharted territory when she went to the second page of the searches. There wasn't much there either, some outdated forums about Twilight or Dracula, but nothing about the possibility of them being real.

YN huffed, clearing her search and typing in 'vampires in real life' this time. A few things popped up, criminals who were once arrested for the disgusting things they did claiming to be vampires, or videos of people with garlic around their necks and crosses in their hands stomping through foggy graveyards on a full moon. It wasn't anything she was looking for.

Once again, the second page was visited. The first few articles not catching her attention. Then in bold letters, jumping out at her 'VAMPIRES CAUGHT IN SUWON,' YN clicked quickly. It was set up like a news article, but was very clearly on an unprofessional web page.

YN took a deep breath before she began reading; 'Imagine this, the year is 2018, news spreads around your neighborhood about this high school girl found without her memories, necks and arms punctured in what looks like bite marks, but only the impression of fangs was left behind. Then, a couple days later, another pops up, then another, and another. Within a week, 7 people were found with matching bite marks and missing memories. Sounds strange right? I thought so too. So, in an attempt to figure out what was being shoved to the back burner by the police, I talked to these people. Here's what they had to tell me.' YN leaned back after the first paragraph, remembering the way Sunghoon had dismissed the stranger in the alley with such poise, like he knew she wouldn't tell anyone.

She leaned forward, pointer finger on the bottom arrow key of her keyboard; 'Soyeon, 18, third grade highschool student, told me all she could remember was the chic man in all black offering her an umbrella in the pouring rain as she headed to the bus stop after academy. After that, her memory is blank until she's found on the bus stop, dazed and holding a handkerchief to her neck. From what she remembers, I'm assuming at least 40 minutes of time is missing. One time is weird enough, but the following 6? You'll be shocked.' This time, the handkerchief was the key point, Sunghoon had handed the woman one before sending her off.

'The next person is actually a couple, Arin, 23, and her boyfriend, Eunho, 21. The two seemed to remember a bit more, recalling two men, looking youthful. One was incredibly friendly, smiling widely at the couple and engaging in conversation for nearly 15 minutes, the other was closed-off, looked annoyed at his acquaintance the entire time. The two had just left a late night movie and were waiting for their taxi when the two men approached them. Their memories disappear after the friendly man wrapped his arms around both their shoulders. The couple wasn't found; in fact, they got home safely and their memories start the next morning, only scabbing bite marks on their wrists left behind. These two seemed less clumsy than the chic man.' The descriptions alone left YN shuddering. It was like they had painted a picture of Jake and Jay and shoved them into the article. Now she was left with more questions, was Sunghoon not the only one?

She scrolled a bit more, scanning through the article; 'The dark-haired, stoic one. The chic man. The overly-friendly boy.' The article all seemed to attach to the boys' friend group. It was the last paragraph that fully caught her attention again. 'Updated; October 8, 2018. There's four of them. The fourth one was so patient, so calm, so. . . selfless. I had caught them last month. Late night in a park. The other three seemed to be arguing over something, but the fourth one, the fourth one was taking care of their last victim. Ensuring they'd get home safely, they wouldn't feel a thing, they wouldn't even remember. I haven't been able to track down the last victim. No one showed up in the days following, no one reported the bite marks, it's like after that night the trail went cold. I don't think they're here anymore. I think they know I caught them, I'm scared. There will be no further updates. Whoever reads this; good luck.'

The living room suddenly was a lot colder, YN couldn't scroll anymore, the page ended there. She sat back, her hand sliding off her keyboard and thudding onto her lap. She stared at the screen, rereading the section over and over again. “I'm not even sure how Jake convinced Sunghoon all those years ago.” Heeseung's voice rang through her head, the night in the library filling her brain. Reminding her that they had all known each other for a long time. She had spent hours next to him, hours sharing notes, making small talk. It caused goosebumps to cover YN's arm.

The sound of knocking on the front door caused her to jump. She was quick to shut her laptop and stand up, pretending like she hadn't just pinpointed all four boys as actual, real life vampires. They weren't movie, show, or book characters. They had spoken to her, looked at her, smiled at her, been in her vicinity more than once.

The knock came again and YN made her way to the front door, peaking through the peep-hole. Her breathing stopped when she saw Heeseung standing there. He was looking down the hall. Like he had heard her breath stop, he looked at the door, raising his hand to knock again. Before he could, YN opened the door, peaking out at him. Heeseung smiled at her, holding up a plastic bag filled with stuff. “I brought medicine and food, Chaeryeong was worried you wouldn't last until after class.”

YN looked at the clock hanging on the wall above their shoe rack, it had been forty-two minutes since she begun researching vampires. Only four since she had discovered the secret. YN turned back to him, “Um. . . thanks.” She reached her hand out to take the bag, but Heeseung pulled it back. “Can't I come in?” YN looked down at the door threshold than back to him. She was sure he could see what she was thinking on her face. What silly vampire-proof rumors were true? Did they really have to be invited in? Is garlic actually poisonous? Do crosses really hurt?

Without words, YN nodded once, opening the door wider. Without hesitation, Heeseung entered, refuting at least one of those questions. YN took in a deep breath, closing the door behind him. He finally allowed her the bag as he slipped his shoes off. She brought the bag to the kitchen, pulling out the food and the medicine he had brought.

“You can tell this is a girls apartment. It's so clean.” YN looked to him, watching as he looked around. “That's sexist, girls can be dirty too.” She was trying to act as if her heart wasn't racing a thousand beats per minute, as if his presence alone didn't make her want to run out of the apartment. Heeseung chuckled, “I guess so, sorry.” Heeseung finally made eye contact with her and his eyebrow raised.

He took a couple steps towards her, without much thought, YN took those same steps back. Heeseung noticed and his head tilted. He took another step forward, testing her. Once again; she stepped back, nearly cornering herself with the cabinets behind her. YN realized what she was doing and cleared her throat, quickly turning to the fridge to pull out the water pitcher. “Want some water?” She asked, basically hiding behind the open fridge door.

When she closed the door, Heeseung was standing on the other side, staring down at her. “Sure.” He replied, this caused the girl to jump, stepping back again. “Don't stand so close, I'll get you sick.” Heeseung laughed, “Unlikely.” Right, because vampires can't get sick, YN thought, turning to get a couple cups out of the upper cabinets.

“You don't look so good, YN.” From what she could tell, Heeseung had sat down on one of the island stools, this caused her to visibly relax, now that she wasn't so close to him. “How would you have reacted if Sunghoon showed up?” The relaxation in her shoulders disappeared once again. Sunghoon's name causing her to tense up, the flow of water, out of the pitcher, stopping.

Heeseung gave a quiet chuckle, tilting his head, watching her reaction. “Were you lying this morning, YN?” YN turned around slowly, looking at him. She was trying her hardest to not act weird, but clearly her hardest wasn't enough under his watchful gaze. “What do you mean?” She asked, pushing his glass of water towards him, keeping her distance on the other side of the island counters.

Heeseung pursed his lips, taking the water with a hum. “I don't know, we spoke to you, then you disappeared right after. . . Like something happened. . . Or maybe, just maybe, you remembered something.” YN shook her head in denial, “No, like I said – getting there, getting drunk, getting separated, Sunghoon in the back alley.” Heeseung's eyebrow twitched up, “You never said Sunghoon was in the back alley, just that he was there at the club.” YN's face dropped at the slip-up.

Heeseung slowly stood up, walking around the counter towards YN. She tried to step back, only to find the cabinet knobs in the backs of her thighs. “What did you see, Saturday?” YN shook her head again, pushing the upper half of her body to lean back, trying to keep a distance. She didn't like how accurately the article had described him. Not only as the fourth one, but chillingly calm.

“Nothing, I don't know what you guys think I saw, but I didn't see anything. It's not my fault I don't remember, blame alcohol” Heeseung raised an eyebrow at that, “You really don't remember anything?” YN, once again, shook her head. “No, just Sunghoon waiting with me.” She was trying hard to not look in his eyes, afraid she'd falter if she did. Heeseung on the other hand, dipped his head to meet her eye line. “Don't lie, YN.”

The way he said it made her want to obey immediately, made her want to tell him everything she had seen and found out. It was like she was being hypnotized. YN's eyes widened and she was quick to slap her hands over her mouth, faking a gag as she pushed Heeseung out of the way and locked herself in the bathroom.

Heeseung was left confused, never had he seen someone fight against his ability so hard and succeed. Usually the fighting was a loosing battle, but instead, YN was in the bathroom, clearly having pulled herself out of the trance.

YN gripped the sink, staring into the white basin as she tried to catch her breath. It was painful to not spill all her secrets right there. An ear-splitting headache throbbing against her forehead, her throat felt like it was closing up. There was a knock on the bathroom door and YN was quick to jump away from the door, falling to the ground and pushing herself against the bathtub on the other side. “YN, are you okay?”

YN stood up, opening the door to find Yunjin standing there. The headache disappearing as quickly as it came on and she could breathe easily again. She threw her arms over Yunjin's shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. “Nightmare.” She muttered as she felt Yunjin hug her back, nodding against her shoulder.

YN looked over Yunjin's shoulders, finding the apartment empty, the only proof Heeseung had been there was the food, medicine, and water still on the kitchen cabinets.

Work didn't stop because YN had found out about vampires, in fact, work continues on like everything was the same as it was Thursday night. The TV above her head played some news, the bell still rang every time a customer came in, her phone played some IDOL variety show quietly. The only difference was YN's leg bouncing, her left thumb in her mouth as she pulled at her skin with her teeth. Every time the bell above the door rang, she jumped.

The clock ticked louder than usual, alerting YN that it was growing closer to Sunghoon's usual time. She wasn't sure she was prepared to see the man. She had been trying to think of how to act, of what to say or do if he did come in. Her mind kept pulling blanks. After all; what does one do when they find out they've found a vampire?

3:04AM, the bell rang, YN jumped, pulling her hand from her mouth harshly. She hissed out in pain, taking notice to the blood surfacing from beside her nail bed. “Fuck.” She muttered out, standing up too look around for a band-aid from behind the counter, forgetting to see who had entered the store.

“You should be more careful.” The voice made her freeze. Unmistakably, the scent of Gardenia filled her nose. She wasn't sure if she was more worried about her thumb or Sunghoon in that very moment. Had Heeseung told him about a few hours before? Was he even aware his friend had stopped by? Did he know she knew and Heeseung knew she was lying?

YN finally looked up at him, he had yet to get his usual coffee and water. “It's just a little scratch.” She told him, cradling her hand to her chest. Sunghoon looked from her hand to her face. “You're still bleeding.” YN blinked slowly, had he seen the blood. . . or did he just know? “Nothing a band-aid can't fix.” She replied, finally finding one on the bottom shelf of her counter. She was quick to cover the wound, afraid it wad irritate him. Sunghoon nodded and gave a small smile before heading towards his items.

YN watched him the entire time, staring at his back like he'd make a wrong move at any second. Sunghoon chuckled and looked at her, “I can feel you watching me.” YN's eyes widened and she looked away from him, listening as his footsteps grew closer. “What, did I do something wrong?” He asked when he noticed she wasn't her usual self.

YN shook her head and began scanning his items. Tallying up the total and letting him know the same price she had told him a dozen times by now. “I assume you feel better now, since you're at work.” Sunghoon spoke while he dug through his wallet for the cash. YN nodded slowly, “How'd you know I wasn't feeling good?” She asked, hesitantly. “I noticed you weren't in the first class. Heeseung confirmed it when he got home.” Sunghoon was speaking like he was waiting for her to out his friend for coming to her house and being weird, but she knew that would only confirm his suspicions of her.

YN took the money from him, exchanging the bills for his change. “Oh, right. Chae sent him to give me food and medicine.” She explained, making sure to drop the change in his hand without accidentally touching him. “The medicine must've worked well.” YN nodded, “Yeah, amazingly.” Sunghoon grabbed his items and moved to leave, turning to look at her once. “I don't think I'm all that untouchable to you anymore.” With that, he left, leaving YN severely confused. What exactly did that mean?

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omg megumi and "open your mouth for me" PLEASE

i like the way you think anon

NSFW 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

cw: afab!reader, fingering, cum eating, spit (?). finger lickin' (good)

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as distant as he may seem, megumi thrives off of intimate sex—which surprises him more than anyone else.

he remembers being an awkward teen, watching any god-awful porn he could find online and thinking oh, so that's what sex is supposed to look like.

like a fucking book report, he'd take mental notes of the underlying motifs and tones. always the same dynamics—men big, muscly, and dominant as they throw and bend women every which way. rough. cruel. dirty.

but now he's twenty-four. an adult. he pays rent and votes regularly in local elections and drinks black coffee and fucks like a real man, not the ones he used to see on his computer screen.

if he told his past self that he'd be here, with you, doing the filthy things you do to one another, he'd scowl in pure distaste. and honestly, the thought of anyone else doing it still does sound a bit foul to him.

but it's different with you.

it's intimate, something only he gets to see and only you get to feel. it's hidden from the world and completely your own, different each time yet somehow always leaves him feeling the same.

megumi's never been adventurous, but he's learned that he would do just about anything you ask as long as it's paired with a meek please and thank you.

his fingers twist and curl inside of you, practically molding your warmth to his liking as he softly rocks them in and out of your cunt. he sweetly kisses the sweat beading on your forehead and you whine when the palm of his hand brushes against your sensitive clit.

you're close—he knows you well enough to know through the heightened pitch of your whimpers and the clenching muscles around his fingers.

his voice is soft against your sticky cheek when he gently encourages, "come on, you can do it."

he knows you can, and you know you can. because megumi knows exactly where to poke and prod and linger inside of you to get you right where he wants you. something he's learned through the embarrassingly loving trials and errors of intimacy with you.

"always look so pretty," he kisses your jaw, relishing in the way your body feverishly chases his touch, "wanna see it, please."

and that's really all it takes. you come around his fingers with rocking hips and a breathless whine.

megumi lets you ride it out on his fingers, lets you rock your shaky hips into his palm for as long as you need to get the most out of him.

when your head falls back and your breathing slows down a bit, he allows himself to pull his fingers from you with a lewd pop (something he would cringe at years ago, but now makes his heart swell with pride).

you're tired, he knows, but still, he's incredibly hard and disgustingly in love with the moment spread out before him.

he nudges your nose with his, a silent command for you to kiss him. he cant decide if he loves or hates the way you teasingly turn your cheek, making him work for it.

he pouts softly, needy and shameless as he nudges you again, "come on, open your mouth for me."

and when he asks, he means for him to slide his tongue against yours, but you clearly have other plans.

his mind is only focused on tasting you right now, so when you reach for his wrist, he doesn't think twice.

and when you finally open your jaw slightly ajar, and it's to pop his cum-covered fingers in the warmth of your mouth, he's nearly nineteen again—cumming his pants at the sight of something he thought he'd never actually feel.

"jesus christ, babe," the groan comes desperate and whiny from his throat.

he hides his reddening face in your chest and you laugh at the sight, giggles muffled by his long fingers when you mumble out, "what?"

when he pulls away from your mouth, a string of spit follows, connecting your swollen lips to his pruney fingers. the romantic in him knows it's the invisible string that forever ties the two of you together.

but his words aren't as poetic as his thoughts.

"bitch," he grumbles frustratedly, and you actually laugh at his blunt words.

he doesn't mean it, and he's not trying to be sexy and degrading like the men he used to see online, he's being himself. desperate and needy and so in love with you that it hurts him in moments like this.

"that's not fair," he whines when you lick your lips through your giggly amusement.

his eyes go from his hand, to your lips, to your eyes with something that looks like shame mixed with hunger when he murmurs, "i wanted a kiss, not... that."

your nose scrunches, "you didn't like it?"

"no," he's quick to clarify with a blush. he leans into your swollen lips, and when you finally let him kiss you, tasting like your cum and his spit, megumi thinks he might pass out.

"no, i loved it."

when you get me alone it's so simple

c/w: 1k wc, megumi is so head over heels in love with you he allows you to do his makeup for a halloween party, sappy and self indulgent and disgustingly sweet pls be nice i haven't written something in forever

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“When am I not being difficult according to you?”

The playful quip makes the cornes of your lips curl into an amused smile.

“Right. But I really think you should come”

Megumi holds your gaze with a seemingly impassive stare, lets the small interval of silence stretch for a second too long.

It’s not that he doesn’t like hanging out with his friends, he actually enjoys the idea of getting to be nothing more than a young man with an exceptionally low tolerance level for Nobara’s antics for once. However, a halloween party? Filled with obnoxious strangers who will get drunk and make a mess of Yuuji’s house? A mess that you have already promised will help to clean out?

Definitely not on his bingo card for an evening he could spend at the movies or in a quiet pub instead.

But then, there’s your strenuous perseverence. The disappointment you didn’t for a second attempt to hide still swarming in those big eyes, the pettish inflexion of your pitch when you had sputtered a what? What d’you mean you’re not coming?

And now there you are, curled up on the other end of your couch, sulkiness oozing from every glace you’ve spared him for the last half an hour.

“I want you there” you innocently cock your head and he feels something melt in his chest “it just wouldn’t be fun without you. Please come?”

Sometimes Megumi wonders if you know about the exhausting effort it takes him to whisk away thoughts a friend shouldn’t have, the way he’s almost lost his mind dwelling on the way you held on to his hand the entire way back to your apartment on the night he came to collect you from the bar, drunk and a giggling, clingy mess. He wonders if you understand just how deeply you can get under his skin and the way he hangs on to every word, every smile, each I want you there.

“Gumi?” you inch forward, brows knit and cool fingers gently grazing his arm.

Jesus, fuck.

“Fine. But I’m not staying to clean up”

You smile knowingly, a light shrug swallowing the of course you will almost spilling from your lips.

“Deal. And I get to do your makeup”

The dim light of your awfully small bathroom has gentle shadows settling into the curves of your collarbones and accentuates your jaw, the apples of your cheeks. There are only so many glances he can steal as the pitter-patter of rain on the window makes the perspective of spending the night out even less appealing.

Regarless, the warmth radiating from your skin and the smell of your perfume cloud his pathetically heightened senses, a miltisensory madness that has his heart thumping painfully in his chest and the pads of his fingers tingling with need.

“Will you stop flinching?” only one of his eyes is open and you’re out of focus but that exasperated smile rings loud in his ears.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing, it’s an instinctive reaction”

“I’m just using eyeshadow”

You finally allow his left eye to peel open and Megumi almost laughs at your focused stare, creases on your forehead expressing a deep dissatisfaction.

“What? Doesn’t suit me?” he quips “it’s probably because you keep smudging it—”

“I’m going for a dramatic look, you dolt!”

His eyebrows raise in mocking interest.

“Oh, apologies. What’s the issue, then? Not dramatic enough?”

“You’re being surprisingly chatty for someone who is usually very fucking quiet”

Megumi’s sarcastic comeback dies in his throat as you suddenly position yourself over him, not quite straddling his lap because you’re still standing but nevertheless exceptionally close to sitting on his thighs.  

“What are you— what is that?” his voice is thinner and he has to flex his hands to keep himself from positioning them on your hips.

Christ.

“Chill, man. It’s eyeliner. Don’t move, this is the most important part” and then you’re hovering above him once more, except this time you gently grab his chin to tilt his head upwards as you lean closer, so close he stops breathing.

You work quietly, in comfortable silence, although you’re at cotton swab number three and the result still doesn’t seem to fully satisfy you.

“You should wear makeup” it’s a comment made absentmindedly, Megumi can tell by the way you’re not even truly looking at him as you speak, way too absorbed by the task at hand “eye makeup, I mean. It looks really good on you”

“Yeah?”

There must be something in his inflection, because your hand comes to a halt for a second, then resumes its gentle work over his eyelid. All he gets is an affirmative hum.

“Someone would have to teach me how to do it”

He’s not sure where his boldness is stemming from, although he suspects the thumb gently brushing over the same spot close to the corner of his eye would make a reasonable source.

“I’m sure Nobara would be happy to” you quietly chuckle to yourself but this time it feels as if you’re avoiding his gaze on purpose and that just won’t do.

“Doesn’t your back hurt like this?”

“A little bit but I’m almost done with this eye. Are you uncomfortable? I can—” Megumi interrupts you with a gentle but firm hold of your waist, hands far bigger than yours pulling you down to sit on his lap.

You’re dumbfounded and he revels in your shocked expression, in the way you’re the one who doesn’t know how to handle something unexpected for once. In how good it feels to be in control.

“Don’t make it weird” the warning is playful but his hands are still on your waist and give it a light squeeze that has your stomach doing a weird flip.

“I— what? You don’t make it weird! Shut up, stand still” your entire face is on fire and the turtleneck sweater you’re wearing suddenly feels all too warm.

Megumi smiles innocently but complies, quiet and as immobile as a sorcerer's body can get.

You pretend not to notice the way he melts into your touch, how his body relaxes as he shuts both his eyes and finally lets you work in peace. No sarcastic remarks, no silly winces. Why does that do something to your chest?

It’s so easy, carefully lining his bottom lash line with your favorite liquid eyeliner. Without thinking, you cradle his face as you gently swipe your thumb over the freshly traced lines to smudge them just right.

But then his eyes flutter open right as you hold his face in your hands and is it your imagination or does the grip on your waist grow more solid in turn?

“Y’know” he murmurs in a way that is so unlike him, so intimate as his indigo gaze burns right into yours “actually, I wouldn’t want Nobara to be the one to do it”

I’m going through a Bayonetta obsession phase right now. 

the whole scorpion gift thing & all of tom’s absurd behaviour… it’s like if he’s not acting absolutely insane towards SOMEONE at any given point he’s gonna explode

san drabble smut scheduled to post tonight at 8:38 pm peace

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Spectacular, give me fourteen of them right now

Failed to think up modern goth fam scenarios, but this one’s for @kacievvbbbb anyway because I do blame them for the concept of post-canon Mihawk’s Home for Displaced Pirates. (Building off of this fic)

Besides King, who else might wind up there? I don’t really know what’s going on with him in canon, but the answer is obvious: Moria! Perona’s already living on Kuraigana part time/most of the time, so eventually she’d drag her original adoptive dad there.

Of course she wouldn’t tell him it’s Mihawk’s island. Just that there’s this great spooky island with plenty of room and huge graveyards and she loves it and she knows he’ll love it, too. Moria doesn’t put it together that it’s Kuraigana until they’re already there. Perona has absolutely done this on purpose. He really should have seen it coming.

Mihawk isn’t thrilled but he doesn’t object. There’s plenty of room, after all (and he knows Perona will be insufferable if he said no). He does enforce pretty strict rules about fighting among the inhabitants. They can leave their past grievances behind if they want to stay here. No one really wants to mess with Mihawk (or Zoro when he's around).

The first few days go fine, but Perona has forgotten a very crucial aspect to the side of the castle Moria is living in: King. Objectively she knows Moria suffered a crushing defeat from Kaido, and that King was certainly by his side, but it’s not like it’s personal, right? There’s no fighting allowed on the castle grounds, except where training and sparring is permitted. Nothing could ever possibly go wrong.

It’s probably dumb luck that King and Moria don’t run into each other at first. Then one morning Moria walks into the study to find Perona and King in the middle of one of their hair braiding sessions, and all hell breaks loose.

Moria is shrieking, King is yelling, Perona is screaming. She’s never seen Moria so motivated to actively harm someone when it breaks out into an actual fight. Her negative hollows won’t work on them.  Moria simply cannot stand the sight of someone like King being anywhere near Perona. That’s his daughter!!!!

Mihawk has to break it up. Mihawk, all 6 foot something of him, getting between King and Moria, both 20 feet tall.  

He throws them outside and essentially puts them in time out. Perona is sobbing. Mihawk is seriously reconsidering this entire operation. Neither of them really have anywhere to go, though, so he has to think of consequences to quell this sort of behavior. Exactly what he’s been hoping to avoid.

I figure Mihawk’s brand of punishment is just manual labor, but most of the castle residents already pitch in with gardening and farming… so he probably puts them on kitchen duty together. It’s the one room best equipped to handle King’s flame if he gets pissed, and Moria hates doing any kind of menial work at all. 

Forcing them to peel potatoes and carrots and wash grapes (under Perona’s supervision) until they’re united in their anger against Mihawk instead of each other works pretty well, actually. Crisis averted.

(Also wondering if we should throw the Seraphim in there somewhere, too, since again Kuraigana is just a big chill island where they could maybe learn to be people and not live under scrutiny. And let King suffer a mental breakdown over them in privacy. Moria has no idea what to do with a kid murder robot version of himself. Perona treats them like her minions and then eventually like little siblings.)

#LouieArtFest Prompt No. 56: Midnight Memories Louis - Emo

baby, you & me / stumblin' in the streets / singin', midnight memories

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