Ayyee! A Bit Of A More Normal But A Funny Genshin Yandere Men Thing: Now Hear Me Out, You're A Highly

Eunoia // Masterlist

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse

Part I

✧ Chapter 1

✧ Chapter 2

✧ Chapter 3

✧ Chapter 4

✧ Chapter 5

✧ Chapter 6

Part II

✧ Chapter 7

✧ Chapter 8

✧ Chapter 9

✧ Chapter 10

Part III

✧ Chapter 11

✧ Chapter 12

✧ Chapter 13

✧ Chapter 14

✧ Chapter 15

✧ Chapter 16

Part IV

✧ Chapter 17

✧ Chapter 18

✧ Chapter 19

✧ Chapter 20

✧ Chapter 21

✧ Chapter 22

✧ Chapter 23

Part V

✧ Chapter 24

✧ Chapter 25

✧ Chapter 26

✧ Chapter 27

Hi, I really like your work and ideas. Especially the reversed self-aware au.

I would like to ask Ayaka or Scaramouche with a reversed au theme.

If you want of course, and it won't bother you

Thank you so much! Knowing that you guys enjoy this makes me so happy!

Ayaka/Scaramouche-Self aware au (reversed)

Minors dni and if you do it’s your responsibility from here on

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, human body description, obsession, being observed, being controlled/forced to do things against will

Ayaka

You, a child of the Kamisato household, is expected to be a religious, faithful person that prays every second they can afford to the great creator

Are you religious? Ummm… something in between no and yes…

You believe in the great creator but praying with every single second that you got?

Nah you are busy and like to have your free time

So when your god took over your body?

Panic

A LOT of panic!

Were you being punished? Did you do something wrong?

A few months later you had finally found out that she, Ayaka, was simply exploring Teyvat in your body (Mondstadt was beautiful. You had never expected to see the city)

But what you did not like was that she was never letting you having your own free time

You were the head of the Kamisato family and because of that you just couldn’t allow yourself to miss out on your duties for too long

She made you neglect your duty

In the end you couldn’t stand her

That selfish woman needed to stop

After three days you were finally able to do your paperwork. When you entered your office you saw stacks upon stacks of paper. Groaning you sat down and started to look over the ones that were already half done from the last time you were able to work. Sometimes it felt more like your god was doing this on purpose. You could almost imagine a sinister grin on her face. Sighing you stamped the family crest onto the paper as a sign of approval. Just some merchant that needed a prolonged allowance to trade between Liyue and Mondstadt. He was free… unlike you. Looking to your right you saw the paper that towered over you, waiting to be filled out. Sighing you started on the mountain of paper knowing that it would be a long day.

When the god descended you were actually a bit scared for the entire day

You weren’t interrupted

Not even a single second you felt your control slipping

Great, right?

Well no because you were always fearful of what the creator would throw at you instead

But… on the bright side you were having your Paperwork done since a long time

So at least something good came out of it?

Yeah… no because when you were stretching your arms after being finally done, already feeling giddy about spending a afternoon in peace your door was practically ripped out of the already thin wall

There she stood in all of her obsessive glory

Rushing towards you she kneeled finally down right besides you

“Y-you are real! Oh my manners!”

It was not only the beginning of you loosing your position due to neglect of duties but also the time where you learned what it truly meant to be a prisoner

Looking down onto the girl that was resting her head on your lap you watched as she slept. She did not need to, what you found out after a while, but she said that your mere presence was enough to lull her to the land of dreams. In other words: the only hours you got for yourself in silence. Ok it was a bit lonely and also boring but at the same time you didn’t feel her burning eyes in the back of your skull. What a pitiful excuse for freedom. Sighing you stroke her white hair. It was so different from the usual (h/c) of the Kamisato family. In fact it was so usual that you had that specific color that it became somewhat of a trademark. Looking up to the sky you thought back to the time when everything was simpler. No gods, no being controlled and no her.

Scaramouche

(Ok this is a bit harder since we don’t really know much about him and he also doesn’t have much screen time till now but I try my best)

God was known to be very harsh on his creations

But were you one of them?

If someone were to as your opinion then you would say “Don’t you even dare to assume that! I am my own person and no one else’s toy just to be used!”

Yeah… getting thrown away did it’s damage

So when god used like a puppet, like one that you were?

For the first time since you were discarded you were scared

For goodness sake you swore to be your own person no matter if you had a body of flesh or any other material!

Being treated like this was one of your worst nightmares (not that you could even sleep after all you would need a body made from flesh for that)

Did I mention that you seemed to get even more aggressive with the agents that were assigned to you?

The poor things didn’t even knew what happened to them when you started to treat them even worse than the rumors said

To conclude, the whole thing made your situation way worse

Gritting your hands in frustration you spewed another wave of profanities at the poor new agent that was assigned a week ago to you, it was just a minor mistake and you knew that but at the same time you also wanted to crawl into a hole to hide from the controlling gaze of the creator. You felt pathetic every time you realized that this was nothing else but a way for you to vent your frustration about the situation you were in. How dare he to use you as a vessel, as a puppet!? You were way more than those annoying believers of his or some sort of porcelain doll. Turning abruptly around you made sure that the fabric from your hat wouldn’t get in your way. Continuing on your way to your old home, Inazuma, you tried to block out the memories of the past. No, you would never be a useless doll again. Mom,after what happened, you just couldn’t!

When Scaramouche arrived in Teyvat this was as much good as bad news for you

You were finally free from his invisible strings

Inwardly you were kind of celebrating

But at the same time a new kind of control slowly started to take place

He was everywhere!

Looking at you from the top of a mountain, watching you from the shore you were swimming furiously towards (and of course he would be gone when you finally arrived) and many more locations

I don’t think that I would be exaggerating when I tell you that you were looking under your bed to check that he really wasn’t there

When he finally created a new kind of strings just to bind you forever to him it was already too late for you to try to escape

Looking at the male that was walking in front of you you threw him a look that would kill him if that was possible. To any other person you looked like a happy couple that was walking down the streets of Inazuma, your oh so loving lover holding your hand whilst he navigated you through your own former home. Only you knew in what kind of agony you truly were. Whatever he did to you it worked. You couldn’t harm or defy him in any way. This time you were a real puppet, even more than the lifeless copies that the merchants on the streets were trying to sell. Looking back over his shoulder Scaramouche showed you the smile that you had learned to dread. “Ah we are surrounded by so many people but to know that you are only mine is such a great feeling!”

“Childe! Give it back!” /// Scaramouche x reader

Thank you to Alyssia or @scaramunch for this headcanon and I do hope the bruise you have get's better darling! Also brought to you by my own scara plushie!

enjoy darlings! <3

༻Scaramouche༺

Cursing yourself for allowing yourself to sleep in and leaving your door open you chased after Tartarglia like your life depended on it, which it didn’t but your pride did. Screaming at him to give the plush he stole from your room back, it would be fine if it looked like a normal plush but no, it resembled the sixth harbinger, Scaramouche. You had a bit of a crush on him and you both exchanged teasing comments and flirts occasionally, never verbally confessing anything. “Childe! If you don’t stop then I swear to Celestia-“ He stopped briefly and turned back to you with a smirk, racing off to the foyer, standing there were a few agents and none other than the balladeer. The reasoning for this plush was simple and embarrassing, but it helped you sleep and it looked cute by your account but now your whole private life was going to be exposed to the one person you never wanted.

“Scara-'' Sighing as he rolled his eyes and dismissed whoever he was talking to, turning to face the ginger. “It is still early so shut up or I’ll shut it for you.” The violet-haired harbinger warned and then saw you running behind the male, throwing you a confused gaze. You couldn’t care less as you jumped and tried to tackle him, climbing his body to try and get back what he stole. Hearing Scaramouche murmur something along the lines of “what the fuck are you both doing?” and looked up to what you were fighting over. “Childe! Y/N! Why are you fighting over something that resembles me?!” Small sparks of electricity cracked off his figure signaling he was done with whatever game we were playing around with.

Childe shrugged you off and proudly smiled, “I don’t know but it looks like a plush of you. I found it in Y/N’s room while she was still sleeping and cuddling with it.” Your face lit up bright red and punched Childe in the arm, adamantly denying it. “You bastard! You snuck into my room and stole it! I found it-“ The balladeer cleared his throat and gathered your attention, wearing a smirk and teasingly gazing at you while holding the plushie version of him. “So it is yours~” At this point, the damage had already been done so you could only hope that he thought it was a joke. “No! It’s not-“ “But if it’s not yours then why did I find you hugging with a smile while you were sleeping. You looked so cute all curled up and being all lovey-dovey with it, I would even go as far as to say you purposely wanted me to find it. Huh, Y/N?”

Now all eyes were on your very flustered expression and the only thought that came to your mind was to run, so you abandoned the plush and ran off in the direction of your room, pleading to the archons that you would make and could just wait it out. “Oh-ho, uh-uh you’re not getting away that easily!” Now the person who you were desperately trying to get away from was chasing you, all it came down to was stamina and who could outrun the other. With the adrenaline coursing through your body you thought you had a pretty good shot, getting tackled just a few feet from your door.

Two hands landed on either side of your head, trapping you against the cold flooring. “You can’t run away now, so tell me why did you have this stupid doll?” His cold violet eyes piercing into yours, averting yours to the side and stammering, desperately trying to come up with an explanation that would get you out of the situation. “I- it’s not stupid. I have it because…” His fingers gripped your chin and turned your face so it was inches away from his, curiosity piqued his interest more than anything.

“What? Cat got your tongue~” Teasing you and eliciting a harsh blush on your cheeks, thinking that you might as well get the hard part over with. “It’s because I love you a lot… and you are so hard to approach. I didn’t know what else I could do, so I did this.” Pouting and looking sideways, not looking at his expression that no doubt had hatred or disgust. “Oh. Is that it?”

Scaramouche huffed and pulled you up, hurrying you into your room and shutting behind you. This was it, he was going to reject you and laugh in your face at how pathetic and stupid it all was, maybe you should’ve just stayed in your room and locked it. To your surprise he pinned you against the wall, “Wha-” Kissing you and effectively shutting you up, you were very confused but returned the kiss happily. His hands cupped your face and tilted your face so he could deepen it, smirking into the kiss.

Eventually tapping his shoulder to signal you couldn’t breathe and breathing in air gratefully, shyly smiling. “Guess Childe isn’t so idiotic after all.” You shook yourself out of the haze you were in and met his gaze, asking for an explanation of what the hell happened. “What? So-” “If you would’ve told me sooner then I wouldn’t have had to chase after you. But I don’t regret this and I get to tell you that I return your feelings.” Smiling at you and pecking your cheek, checking the time and guiding you towards your bed, still unmade and messy from the chase. “We still have some time and you don’t have to use that stupid plushie when you have the real thing.”

hiii. if it's okay, may i request for oh joon young x reader headcanons wherein they both have feelings for each other and the reader is like his study buddy or smthn. btw, i love your works! it gives me life 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

— study me

joon-young x gn!reader | 1.1k words

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of throwing yourself off a cliff, that’s it i think. and reader and joonyoung being awkward /hj lmfao

synopsis: you and joonyoung are used to having study sessions. you’re both used to eventually losing focus on your work and taking turns at “sneakily” staring at each other. one day, you confess your crush.

author’s note: dude. anon thank you So much for requesting for him i love him so much i lowkey squealed when i got ur request. thank you for requesting, and i hope you like it! edit: i only now realized you asked for headcanons. i’m sorry anon i’m a dumbass😭

Page three-hundred-and-thirteen. You sighed deeply, running a hand over your face as an attempt to get the tiredness off of it, before turning the page of your textbook.

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Pi.” you and Joonyoung both said in sync. That earned a chuckle from you, in the midst of your slight despair. You looked up at your study partner to see he looked just as exhausted. Joonyoung was a good student. He studied properly, and put studying above many things other students wouldn’t. He kept going on about how “even if it’s annoying, I can’t get anywhere in life without good grades— not in this world”. He was right, unfortunately, but that was more reason to study with him.

It wasn’t some sort of official agreement to become study buddies. You’d just been meeting at the library more and more often, and given you were both in the same class, you’d decided to approach him at some point to ask if you could study besides him. You vividly remembered how frozen he looked as he stared at you that day— It was almost funny how caught-off-guard he looked. But he agreed, eventually. And so now, you always studied together.

But it was still tiring.

Your cheek landed on your hand and you stared. He readjusted his glasses, and took a deep breath, eyes scanning over the pages. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how pretty his eyes looked, especially during the times you’d spend studying, under the afternoon sun. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how attractive his facial features in general were, how nice his lips looked… Ah.

Yes, you had a crush on him. You didn’t do much to hide it, but didn’t do much to show it either. You just… Were pretty obvious in the way you looked at him each time you’d see each other. Daesu had hit the back of your chair in class one day to tell you to stop staring at him like that or “he might think you have a crush on him”. But well, that was true. And almost everyone close to you was aware of it by now.

Joonyoung pretended not to notice your gaze on him, hoped his face wasn’t overly red, and acted as if his mind was actually registering any words his eyes looked over. He couldn’t focus. How could anyone expect him to focus when you were staring at him so intently? It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it; not that you were very subtle with it, but oh well.

He glanced up at you, and suddenly your eyes were back on your textbook. He sighed quietly and licked his lips nervously. You looked awfully attractive when you were focused. Or at least, when you pretended to be focused. You were always attractive, if he was honest. Joonyoung was honest, but he wasn’t lying to anyone— Since no one had asked him if he liked you, he had no one to lie to. He was honest. And you were honestly the most beautiful person in the entire school.

“Do you like me?”

He gulped, blinked, and froze. The words repeated at least five times in his mind for him to register what you were asking. You’d asked in such a casual way, not even bothering to look up when you did that he… Had a hard time believing he’d heard it right. So he cleared his throat. “What?”

You looked up this time. You looked nervous.

“I asked; do you like me?”

He repeated the same cycle. Gulp, blink, freeze. Then rethink over the question. He didn’t feel the need to lie, but there was a very high possibility that despite your very obvious staring at him, you could not like him back and therefore he’d only keep this moment in his box of embarrassing memories. The type that keeps you wanting to throw yourself off a cliff for several days afterwards and comes back to bother you months later, making you want to throw yourself off a cliff just as much as when it happened, if not even more.

Nevertheless.

“Why do you ask?”

That was not a lie. That was a question. He was avoiding answering, sure. But it wasn’t a lie. His teeth dug into the inside of his lip in nervousness.

“Because.” you said. “I want to know.”

You were making things complicated. The look on your face didn’t help him know wether or not you were aware of that.

“Well,” he chuckled nervously, looking down and moving his pen between his fingers in rapid motions. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about how to reply, before he finally looked up at you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You visibly shivered, then shook your head and looked away. He followed your gaze. You were staring at a paper on the table, your fingers fiddling with its edge. “Why?”

Now that was mean. But he had a counter argument prepared for this one.

“Because it kind of looks like you’re studying me more than the textbook?” he said, and it came off as a question more than a statement. Nevertheless, he sounded confident enough. He was not. But he sounded like it, which was good. If you were to make fun of him for some reason he could play it off as a joke more easily, this way.

“Well, you have a pretty face.” you said casually, nodding to yourself with a slight pout, before looking up at him. He had to cough so he wouldn’t choke on his own saliva. Your own statement made you more flustered than you’d like to admit. It seemed like he felt the same.

He scratched the side of his face, the tapping of his pen against his open textbook filling the silence around the two of you. He nodded in acknowledgement, at last, and pursed his lips. “Thanks. Uh, you too. You look nice.”

You cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

Quiet. You opened your mouth to speak, but Jooyeon beat you to it.”

“I do like you.”

The silence was overwhelming. Your heart was beating so fast— You couldn’t look him in the eye again for now. It was too hard. You staggered a bit, hand moving to scratch your head, and all you could get out for a few seconds was a nervous chuckle. Then you composed yourself to the best of your ability. “Good. Because I like you too.” and this time you said it while looking him in the eye. You had the pleasure of watching his expression go through 5 different emotions before he looked away and covered the lower half of his face.

“That’s good.”

“It is.”

You both shared a look, and nodded, then cleared your throats and went back to studying. You went five minutes in silence before it was broken again.

“Do you wanna date?”

“Yeah.”

You both looked at each other and nodded, before going back to work, hearts pounding and smiles pulling at your lips. This was nice.

— THE SEANCE

↳ part of the ghouls just wanna have fun collab.

pairing; seokjin/reader ft. ot7 genre; ghost hunters au, demon au, horror words; 8,780 rating; mature

— synopsis;  you and your friends go exploring in an abandoned house in the middle of the woods surrounded by mystery and ghost stories; what you find there may not be what you were looking for.

contents; major character death, horror, demons/ghosts, graphic violence, gore, blood. pov switch in the middle. based on the movie “demonic.”

“You really wanna go there?” you asked, skin buzzing. Jungkook looked at you and smiled, nodding his head excitedly.

Hoseok picked at the sleeve of his sweater. “Isn’t that a bit dangerous?”

“Scared of some ghosts, Hobi?” you teased, snickering along with the other boys.

“Don’t be a scaredy cat, Hoseok,” Jungkook continued to tease.

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camboy!tae mini series

→ series started streaming: nov 19 2022 → series ended streaming: jan 1 2023 [tentative] → series pairing: kim taehyung x reader → series genre/au: strangers2lovers, camboy!au, angst, smut, fluff → series rating: +18 / M for Mature

—daydreaming | part 1

→ wc: 2,585 → warnings: taehyung is too hot, mentions of his insta picture his rude ass posted that has us all feral, sexual talks via social media platform messaging, explicit smut in the form of: exhibitionism via internet, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys for masturbation, use of pet names, praise, reader is more of a sub type, but not full blown submissive. → summary: Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene. 

—late night talking | part 2

→ wc: 4,059 → warnings: taehyung is still hot, sexual talks via social media platform messaging, exhibitionism via internet, mutual masturbation, fingering, use of sex toys for masturbation, syncing sex toys for long-distance sex, use of pet names, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, sex crying, minimal daddy/babygirl vibes, feelings.​ → summary: ‘we’ve been doing all this late-night talking about anything you want until the morning, now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.’ KTH is your favorite camboy, & you’ve just been chosen as the winner of his contest. The winner gets to have their fantasy play out, with a twist and a gift…the platform is testing a new ability to allow the content creators to also see their subscribers in real time. 

—cinema | part 3 FINAL 

→ wc: ~2.5k but tbd → warnings: very minor angst is introduced, taehyung is forever hot, misreading a situation, reader is jealous, use of pet names, light sexual punishment and praise, explicit sex, multiple orgasms, begging, if you squint there’s daddy/brattybabygirl vibes, aftercare, recording sex. → summary: i guess we’re in time, if you’re getting yourself wet for me. KTH is your favorite camboy, & after winning a contest, the two of you have grown closer and gotten to know each other after a one-on-one session. After realizing you live in the same city, he asks to meet you—IRL.

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BTS Reaction || You Get Into An Accident After A Fight [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

SEOKJIN:

Jin knew that letting you walk out of that door was a mistake this morning, he should have forced you to stay in even though you were mad at him and then none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have found himself rushing to the hospital to make sure his girlfriend was okay and he wouldn't find himself asking some of his men to kill the bastard that had slammed into your car.

"Where is she? Is she okay!?" The colour was completely drained from Jin's face as he stared at Yoongi, one of the most trusted men in his whole family.

"Hyung, she's okay. She's in here," Yoongi pointed to the room behind him but Jin only looked through the small window of the door to look at you and he swallowed the lump in his throat. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't be in this mess right now, instead, you'd be at home where it was safe and you wouldn't look like you'd done about ten rounds with Mike Tyson.

"She's just a little sore from the impact," Yoongi explained, there'd been no broken bones or cracked heads but it still hurt you a lot to get hit by a car. Luckily for you, Yoongi had been following close behind to make sure you were okay after the fight you'd gotten into with Jin. Jin turned around ready to walk away, he wasn't going to be able to face you when he thought all of his was your fault, for now he was going to go home and prep the house for you,

"Okay...Good, I'll go home and make sure-" He was cut short by the sound of a door creaking and padded footsteps on the floor,

"Jin?" Your voice came out frail and shaky making him spin around instantly. You were standing there in a hospital gown shivering a little, he grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders not wanting you to get cold.

"What are you doing? You should be in bed." He lightly scolded trying to urge you back into the room but you didn't budge. After your accident all you could think about was Jin and how you didn't want to fight with him anymore, you couldn't even remember what the two of you had fought for,

"I heard you and I wanted t-to see you." You smiled weakly and it looked so wrong, you were supposed to beam with a smile when you saw one another,

"Go back to bed, I'm going home to make sure-"

"Stay...Please," You begged, reaching for his hands and pulling him into the room as he nodded at you, if you wanted the moon Jin would somehow obtain the rights to it and give it to you. You got whatever you wanted when it came to him,

"Sure baby, whatever you want." He whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist and carefully leading you back into the hospital room and helping you into the bed.

YOONGI:

You couldn't remember what happened, all you could remember was getting into an argument with Yoongi and now you were waking up to the smell of bleach and a really annoying beeping sound to the right side of your head making you groan a little.

"I don't care who he is or who his father is, I said kill. him." Yoongi's voice seethed and you squeezed your eyes a little, opening them and looking over in the direction of where his voice had come from. Yoongi sat there in the chair looking as though he hadn't slept in days, his hair was a mess and he was still in the suit he'd worn when you got into a fight.

"Who are you killing?" You coughed out, making him jump a little.

"The doctor said you'd be out a little longer, I need to call-" He went to reach for the nurse button but you stopped him and shook your head.

"Don't, I wanna sit with you a little longer. No doctors." You whined, attempting to sit up but hissing when your left hand caused you pain. 

"It's broken," Yoongi explained, as he hooked his hands under your armpits and carefully helped you sit up in the bed, you stared at him and smiled sadly.

"You want to sit in bed with me?" You made room on the bed but Yoongi shook his head at you, 

"I shouldn't, they said you need to rest." You were a little taken aback by it, Yoongi never listened to anyone when they told him what to do and why should he? He was one of the most powerful men in Seoul,

"Since when did the great Min Yoongi ever listen to anyone else?" You teased a little but Yoongi shook his head at you,

"Since he saw how broken you looked when he got here,"

"I'm fine. Please? I just...I need you to hold me." You pleaded with him and you could see the cogs working inside of his brain before he nodded and carefully got onto the bed with you.

"I hired the best of the best, I also found the scumbag that jumped you," Yoongi explained as you rested your head on his shoulder, half listening to him and half trying not to fall asleep on him.

"His dad is some politician but I don't care. It doesn't give him the right to just-" Yoongi's voice trailed off when he heard soft snoring coming from you and he chuckled a little, kissing the top of your head.

"Goodnight, angel." He whispered before reaching for his phone to make sure everything was being taken care of.

HOSEOK:

"I don't care who you think you are, that's my girlfriend and if you try and stop me again, I'll have you killed!" Hoseok yelled at the police officer who was stopping him from coming onto the scene, your heart thumped as you looked at him. When Hoseok had gotten your call he dropped everything and came speeding to where you said you'd been,

"Hobi!" You yelled before rushing away from the paramedic who'd been making sure you were okay for what felt like an hour now. As soon as the accident happened you called Hoseok, you didn't tell him anything you just told him where you were before hanging up the phone. You'd been so scared and he was the only person you thought about after the car had crashed, it didn't matter that the two of you were fighting all you cared about was seeing him again.

"Where did you go? You said you were going to your sisters but she said you never showed up and then I called around and-" He stopped when he saw the cut above your eye and that your lip was busted up pretty badly.

"I was on my way when the taxi I was in-" You didn't even know what happened, one second you were on the road and the next you were on your side and the car was smashed to bits.

"Was it the driver's fault?" He was seething with anger, ready to kill anyone that had somehow been the cause of the accident but you whimpered,

"No, someone ran a red." You explained, grabbing onto your boyfriend's shirt to stop him from going after the old man who had been driving the taxi. Hoseok's eyes softened as he looked down at you, his anger melting away once he saw that you were okay for the most part,

"I'm clear, can you take me home?" You questioned, looking over at the ambulance team who had cleared you a while ago now,

"Home? Our Home or-"

"Our Home, I don't care about our fight anymore." You whispered, linking your hand with his and pulling him toward the direction of the crowd of people that had gathered after the accident had happened.

NAMJOON:

"She's got two broken ribs, and a broken leg and she'll be in and out of sleep for a while," Someone explained as you groaned a little, opening your eyes and looking over the room you were in. Everything was white and smelt of bleach and you sighed a little, you knew you must have been in a hospital and after the way you'd flown down the staircase you knew whoever the doctor was talking about was you.

"How long until I can take her home?" Namjoon? Namjoon was here? You thought for sure he would have left you to rot after the way you'd been screaming at him during your fight.

The two of you had gotten into a huge argument about god knows what now, it didn't matter anymore, but you'd just started a screaming match with him letting all of your anger out on him and he just stood there and took it.

"I'd say after tonight, we want to monitor her a little while longer and then she's all yours Mr Kim. I'll have a nurse bring by a cot for you," The door shut and you stared at Namjoon who was making his way back over to you with a small smile on his face.

"Hey, I ordered food but if you're not hungry I can get you something warm to drink." He whispered as he sat on the chair beside your bed and carefully took your hand in his.

"You're staying?" You whispered in shock, you thought for sure he would have left after the doctor did.

"Where else would I go, baby?" There was a small chuckle behind his voice and tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of him staying after everything that had happened.

"But I was awful...I-I screamed at you, and I yelled and I just-"

"Baby, I almost lost you after you walked off. You think one silly little fight is going to push me away?" He scoffed at you, he wouldn't have gotten where he was in life now if he walked away at the first sign of trouble.

"I don't know." You whispered as he squeezed your hand a little,

"You'll have to do a lot more than scream at me to make me walk away, love. I love you." He whispered, placing a small and gentle kiss on our hand.

"I love you too," You whispered back, your eyes getting heavier the longer you kept them open before you finally fell back to sleep holding Namjoon's hand.

JIMIN:

When Jimin got a call from your personal bodyguard saying you'd been in an accident he flew to the scene. He didn't care that the two of you were in a fight and that you hadn't spoken to him in a few days he was coming to see that you were okay since your guard - Koyla - hadn't given him much information on what happened.

  "Jimin," You shivered, your teeth chattering as you sat inside of the ambulance. They'd wrapped you in a silver blanket and were trying to naturally bring your temperature back up to normal before they took you into the hospital.

"What happened? Did you fall into the lake?" He questioned as he stared down at you, his hands resting on your cheeks and you cuddled into his touch missing the way he held you. 

"Someone pushed me, I wasn't looking and all of a sudden I was in the water." Which wasn't good since it was the middle of winter and below-freezing outside, Jimin instantly began spouting out orders to his men who were with him to find out who had done this and to bring them directly to him and the paramedics looked worried as they added another blanket to you.

"How did you find me?" Your phone was trashed after being thrown into the water and you hadn't told the paramedics your name yet so you doubt they'd been the ones to call you.

"Your guard told me you'd gotten into an accident," You both turned to face Koyla who stared at anything but the two of you, he'd been wanting the two of you to make up for a while now and now it was finally happening but you had no idea he was with you since he'd been the reason for your fight with Jimin in the first place. You'd told him you didn't need a guard to babysit you all of the time but it turned out you might have been wrong since if it wasn't for Koyla you probably would have been freezing at the side of the road.

"You were right...I-I do need him," You shivered before Jimin wrapped himself around you, he didn't care about that right now all he cared about was making sure you were okay.

"Let's go to the hospital and get you sorted," He whispered as the paramedics rushed to the front of the ambulance putting on the siren despite there being no emergency rush.

TAEHYUNG:

After Taehyung had stood you up on yet another date you'd walked home in the dark, declining the need for his chauffeured car that had been sent for you and heading to your friend's place. Only that had proven to be a massive mistake when you'd gotten hit by a car that had swerved onto the road.

"Where is she?!" Taehyung's voice carried over the mass of reporters and police that were on the scene and you cringed a little, you knew if Taehyung found out about the driver he'd end up having him killed which was why you'd neglected to call him.

"Yn? What happened?" You ignored him and turned to look down at your arm which was covered in tiny cuts and scrapes from where you'd hit the floor.

"Nothing, I'm fine," You grumbled at him, still pissed he'd stood you up on your date and started a fight with you over the phone about it.

"What happened?" Taehyung turned his attention to the paramedic who was cleaning up the cuts on your arms,

"A car hit her on the path, but he's been arrested already but another ambulance has taken him to the hospital." The paramedic's voice shook meaning he knew who Taehyung was and who didn't? He was huge in Seoul which meant everyone who was watching the scene was waiting for Taehyung to do something out of pocket which was what he was known for.

"I'll take care of him my own way." He grumbled but you grabbed onto his wrist before he could move away from you and you glared up at him.

"He's old, you won't touch him. It was an accident, he had a fucking heart attack at the wheel." You explained watching as Taehyung's mood changed and he slowly nodded his head.

"You'll take me home, you'll make it up to me for standing me up and yelling at me over the phone and we will go to bed." You told him plainly as he nodded once again, there was only one person in the world who told him what to do and it was you. No one else had the right or they'd more than likely get shot in the face for trying.

"Okay baby, I'll get the car." He whispered before kissing you softly and rushing off to grab his car.

JUNGKOOK:

It had been a week of radio silence from you, a week of Jungkook having no idea where you were or if you were okay and he'd finally found you in a hospital in a completely different city. The hospital had no idea who you were, only that you were a mugging victim who had been badly injured after a stabbing.

"She'll be okay, she's been in and out of it lately but not enough to tell us who she is." The doctor explained as Jungkook took in the sight of you, his heart breaking as he made his way closer to you. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't be in this mess right now but the two of you had gotten into an argument over him working too much and you'd walked out. You'd not taken your phone and you just went without explanation.

"Thanks, I'll sit with her if you don't mind." He told the doctor before sitting own and taking your hand in his softly.

"Fuck, this is my fault. If I'd just listened instead of yelling," He groaned to you, mumbling away to himself as he continued to beat himself up for letting this happen to you.

"You know, I dreamt this was going to happen, only you were dressed in a hot dog costume," Your voice was like music to his ears as he lifted his head to see you staring at him.

"Should I go and buy a costume? I'm sure I can make the dream happen." He teased as he rang for the nurse to come in.

"Nah, this is way better." Your voice was groggy from being out for so long but you squeezed Jungkook's hand and stared at him, tears rushing to your eyes.

"Please don't leave me...I'm sorry we fought,"

"Don't, it's my fault. I'm sorry," He whined out before kissing away the tears that were now free-falling down your face.

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I googled define brilliant writing and it showed you 😤 omggg you're one of my favourite authors. I live for your fics on quotev and now you made a tumblr and do requests too?? 😩 Must've saved a country in my previous life for this honour. That new addition of orphic was GOOD SHIT ‼️ I saw you write for Haikyuu?? Can you please feed a desperate hoe and write some yandere! Oikawa? Only if you want to 😊 I'd love to see how you write him. Your writing is SO amazing 😭 thank you for your hardwork!

lmaooo three years later what’s up chief!!!!!!!! haha.....

i couldn’t bring myself to write canon, so here Yan!Demon!Oikawa. after three centuries. i think this is progress for me bc me getting ANYTHING done is #offbrand.

no beta we die like men 

TW: burning, death. 

word count: 2.3k 

“Not a good idea.”

“Stop being such a baby! You watch too many movies, Y/N. Nothing’s going to happen, and, if something does happen, it’ll happen to all of us, at least.” Your friend paused. “Actually, I don’t know if that’s actually that encouraging, but don’t be a wimp! It’s going to be fine.” Incredulous, you glanced around at the others present at the house party, solo cups in hands. “Ugh, if you want to be a baby, just stay up here I guess.” Wordlessly, you began to clean up the stray cups from your previous games of flip-cup and slap-cup as the rest of your friends hurried through the door, their steps fading into the basement. You sighed.

Your friends had always wanted to be more “crackhead.” They wanted more stories to tell their friends at school and some cool things to take videos of to post on their finstas. Though you’d agree to say your stories are also rather bland compared to the general college student, you really didn’t want to spice up your life with the… “demon summoning” your friends found deep online. It wasn’t like you actually believed it would work, but you’ve always been the “what is the worst-case scenario happens” type of person.

“But what if it works?” You paused your cleaning, stood up straight, and peered at the door. “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous.”. How long do these types of things take anyway? Hopefully no longer than it will take to clean the rest of the cups off the floor and to wipe the puddles of beer staining the floor.

It was the screams first. Bent over trying to reach a particularly hard cup to reach in the corner, you bumped your head against the wall in your jolt. You fell onto the floor and rubbed your hand against your head. Groaning in pain, you decided the house owners could grab this one. It must have been your friends being dramatic over nothing. You were only halfway back on your feet when another bout of screams resonated with a few ‘helps’ in the mix, nearly sending you back down to the floor, but then it fell silent. Frozen to your spot, hands squeezing the plastic in your hand, you waited with bated breath and a palpitating heart for something else. Boisterous laughter, footsteps, murmurs, anything, but there wasn’t a single sound.

The door was pretty far from you though. Tip-toeing across the floor, you put your back against the wall next to the door and held your breath so you could listen better.

“—someone upstairs?” The voices were muddled behind the door, but you could make out bits and pieces.

“No, there’s—.” It went silent again. A single set of footsteps began to thump against the stairs. Closer and closer they came until you heard them stop on the other side of the door. If you moved, whoever was on the other side of the door could—.

God, you were so dumb. What the hell were you freaking out about? The chance of this actually working was impossibly low. Your friends were just messing with you because they knew you were a big baby, so the laugh they could get out of this would be of you being terrified. You exhaled and let your shoulders fall.

“Real funny, guys!” You kicked off the wall and faced the door. “You’re not going to make me the butt of this joke! Find someone else, assholes! I’m already your maid!” You put your hands on your hips, waiting for them to emerge and complain about how you were ruining their fun, but it remained silent. “Fine, keep the act up! I’m calling my DD and leaving!” You shook your head and turned around.

“Sorry, you got us.” Your friend creaked open the door. “Just come downstairs with us, at least. Promise we won’t do anything. It was kind of shitty of us.” He was jolted forward just a bit as if he was pushed. “A-and we’re sorry!” You narrowed your eyes. “Really, we are.” You sighed.

“Fine, fine. No more puppy dog eyes.” Opening the door fully, you followed them down the stairs. “Now, what did—.”

“Ah, my Y/N. You finally show! Well, it only makes sense the star comes last.” The friend that escorted you down was now pinned to the wall by an invisible force. All the others were trembling in terror, eyes blown wide and chests heaving against the cement of the walls and floor. All of them seem to be pinned by the same thing. Some looked fine, while blood leaked from others. You took a shaky step back. “Ah ah ah, Y/N. No leaving now. Not after your friends did all this to bring me here.” Though the sweet voice spoke to you, you could not see the source.

“W-where are you?”

“Trying to hide your fear? My Y/N is so brave! You don’t need to be scared,” a moment passes, then another, “because I’m right here.” His breath blew across your ear and you jumped away, turning to see the figure of a young man where you were just standing. “This is the form you’re most likely comfortable with, right? Tried my best to make it good looking. Took some energy to make, but I’d do anything for you.” Your eyes glanced around the dimly lit room.

“So you’re a demon? Like really?”

“Really, really, my love!”

Why did this demon drag you down here? Did he simply want you to see the scene around you and intimidate you, or did he bring you down because he could not go upstairs and do anything himself? You knew nothing about this type of thing, but you noted the full circle drawn near your feet. Perhaps he was bound to the basement? If that were the case, then—. “You’re real observant, you know. It’s one of the first things that drew me to you, after all.”

“Huh?”

“But it is not only the basement. You’re almost right, though.” You furrowed your brows.

“How did you know?” He smiled. “How did you know I was thinking that? You can’t… you can’t read my mind, can you?” The demon chuckled and took a step forward. Lithe fingers lifted to play with a few locks of your hair. “W-what do you want?”

“What do I want?” He repeated. “I want what I’ve always wanted: you, and with just a little push, some whispering in your friends’ ears to try something new, they have brought me here to you. I, Oikawa, Lord of the Sixth Ring of Hell, am here to retrieve you. I have been waiting for centuries for you to be born and to grow, and finally, finally, it’s time to come home, to where you belong.” One of your friends was shifting behind him. Extended a little away from his arm was a small vial. Holy water. You did not think about it; you kept your mind centered on the demon before you.

“U-uh, what? I don’t—I don’t understand. Explain yourself to me, demon, or spew your lies somewhere else. How do I know you’re not telling me this just to take my soul or something?” Oikawa laughed.

“Lying? My love, there is plenty I want to do to you, but lying is never one. I just think it’s funny you think I don’t already own your soul. I have infinite power to see the past, the future, and to know and attain everything I desire. If I wanted to kill you, my love, I would have already, along with your cattle of friends, but I wanted to be nice. I didn’t want your first impression of me to be terror, and I still don’t. I wouldn’t want my partner to be scared of me. Well, not too scared. Don’t want a cowering puppy all the time. I want you to love me as I love you.” He extended his hand. “Just come with me, my love.” Your eyes centered on the fingers.

“To where?”

“I think you know the answer to that, my love,” he whispered.

“Do you want to know what I think? I think you should go back to hell, monster.” With a swing of their arm, the crescent of water descended onto the demon and landed with a distinct sizz. You did not waste any time pushing past and sprinting up the stairs, ignoring the anchor of fear that fell in you with the shrill, furious scream that followed. You managed to leap back to the first floor, and turned around to see your friends’ despair the moment the foundation of the stairs burned, forcing them back to the ground.

You scrambled to your feet, inching just far enough to be able to view the basement. The stairs were still aflame, your friends' bodies moving still, but in such obvious pain. At where the last step usually was stood Oikawa, blood and hot gashes burning through parts of his clothes and one side of his face. Head tilted slightly down; his eyes burned hotter than the fire around him. You could see the tautness of his body, his fists tightening at his side. Oh, he’s pissed. Oikawa’s lips fell into a dangerous snarl.

“I wanted to be nice, Y/N! I didn’t want to be the one to have to kill your friends and forcibly take you with me, but you’re leaving me no choice! If you want me to be a monster, I can oblige.” Ever so slowly, he rose his hand and snapped.

Screams of agony, pain pierced the air, your soul, and you ran, covering your ears with frantic hands. You touched the doorknob to the outside, but it burned your skin. Recoiling, your adrenaline and fear pushed you to the nearby window, but the frame burned you as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your head jolted around. The stairs to the second floor were the only things left. Their screams did not cease.

“Y/N,” his voice resounded, but you can’t see him. “You did this! I wanted to do this peacefully, but you did this to them! Can you hear them, screaming in horrible, horrible pain? Burning until they are nothing but crisp bones.” While he spoke, you sprinted up the stairs into the farthest bedroom. With no other option, you hopped into the closet and fell to the floor, using a shirt to breathe into so your breaths were not so loud. You could still hear them; you choked out a sob. “Do you think I’ll stop? I’ll burn this whole house down, my love!” Oikawa’s voice seemed like it was coming from a body again.

Footsteps took their time up the stairs. Sinking your teeth into your lip, you bit so hard you tasted the metallic blood beneath. “Centuries and centuries have passed. Do you think that I would let anything get in my way? I just wanted you to be able to see my love and want to feel the same, but… I don’t mind forcing you.” His voice came closer and closer. “Oh? Are you hiding from me? You’re hiding from your future husband? Ah, you’re a little brat, but I’ll indulge you.” Oikawa inhaled. “Come out come out wherever you are.” He did not even bother to check the other rooms to act like he didn’t already know.

You looked around the little space around you. Was there nothing you could do? Your movements stopped when the door to the room was seemingly kicked open. “I can hear your thoughts. My poor baby is so scared. Don’t be scared! I’ll never do anything to hurt you. We’re going to be married. You’ll forget about all this, and you’ll be properly mine for eternity. If you come out for me, I promise I won’t be mad.” He paused. “Actually, I change my mind.” Violently, the door opened and light flooded into the closet. He gripped your legs and forcibly pulled you out. Oikawa was quick to trap you under his weight. “There you are.”

“P-please don’t—.”

“Sh sh sh, it’s alright, my love. Everything is alright,” he said as screams came muffled through the floor. His chest connected with your own, hands petting your hair, your skin. “You’ll have nothing to worry about. You’ll have everything you want and more. I love you so much, and you’ll come to love me too. One way or another,” he said and then slanted his lips onto yours once, twice, three times. Each one’s passion growing exponentially as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, suffocating and overpowering you. His hands tangled in your hair to pull you closer, to take in more. “Let’s go home.”

Last night, there was a fire on Fifth Street. The owners of the house were not home, but their two kids had five friends over that night. When the neighbors smelled and saw the flames from the house late in the night, they said it seemed that the entirety of the first floor was engulfed in flame. By the time the fire department arrived, the house’s foundation was completely eradicated. Their statement says that they “have never seen a fire of this degree. It is nothing like an electrical or gas fire.” They have not yet determined the source of the fire.

However, in tragic news, of the seven people present, six of their bodies have all been found in the basement under the rubble. The last body of Y/N L/N has not been discovered, but they remain missing and unseen by family or friends. It is said that they were present in the house and there were no accounts of them leaving from the person who was supposed to be their designated driver for the night. Both the fire department and police are looking into the source of the fire and the missing person.

lmaooo three years later what’s up chief!!!!!!!! haha.....

i couldn’t bring myself to write canon, so here Yan!Demon!Oikawa. after three centuries. i think this is progress for me bc me getting ANYTHING done is #offbrand.

no beta we die like men 

TW: burning, death. 

word count: 2.3k 

“Not a good idea.”

“Stop being such a baby! You watch too many movies, Y/N. Nothing’s going to happen, and, if something does happen, it’ll happen to all of us, at least.” Your friend paused. “Actually, I don’t know if that’s actually that encouraging, but don’t be a wimp! It’s going to be fine.” Incredulous, you glanced around at the others present at the house party, solo cups in hands. “Ugh, if you want to be a baby, just stay up here I guess.” Wordlessly, you began to clean up the stray cups from your previous games of flip-cup and slap-cup as the rest of your friends hurried through the door, their steps fading into the basement. You sighed.

Your friends had always wanted to be more “crackhead.” They wanted more stories to tell their friends at school and some cool things to take videos of to post on their finstas. Though you’d agree to say your stories are also rather bland compared to the general college student, you really didn’t want to spice up your life with the… “demon summoning” your friends found deep online. It wasn’t like you actually believed it would work, but you’ve always been the “what is the worst-case scenario happens” type of person.

“But what if it works?” You paused your cleaning, stood up straight, and peered at the door. “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous.”. How long do these types of things take anyway? Hopefully no longer than it will take to clean the rest of the cups off the floor and to wipe the puddles of beer staining the floor.

It was the screams first. Bent over trying to reach a particularly hard cup to reach in the corner, you bumped your head against the wall in your jolt. You fell onto the floor and rubbed your hand against your head. Groaning in pain, you decided the house owners could grab this one. It must have been your friends being dramatic over nothing. You were only halfway back on your feet when another bout of screams resonated with a few ‘helps’ in the mix, nearly sending you back down to the floor, but then it fell silent. Frozen to your spot, hands squeezing the plastic in your hand, you waited with bated breath and a palpitating heart for something else. Boisterous laughter, footsteps, murmurs, anything, but there wasn’t a single sound.

The door was pretty far from you though. Tip-toeing across the floor, you put your back against the wall next to the door and held your breath so you could listen better.

“—someone upstairs?” The voices were muddled behind the door, but you could make out bits and pieces.

“No, there’s—.” It went silent again. A single set of footsteps began to thump against the stairs. Closer and closer they came until you heard them stop on the other side of the door. If you moved, whoever was on the other side of the door could—.

God, you were so dumb. What the hell were you freaking out about? The chance of this actually working was impossibly low. Your friends were just messing with you because they knew you were a big baby, so the laugh they could get out of this would be of you being terrified. You exhaled and let your shoulders fall.

“Real funny, guys!” You kicked off the wall and faced the door. “You’re not going to make me the butt of this joke! Find someone else, assholes! I’m already your maid!” You put your hands on your hips, waiting for them to emerge and complain about how you were ruining their fun, but it remained silent. “Fine, keep the act up! I’m calling my DD and leaving!” You shook your head and turned around.

“Sorry, you got us.” Your friend creaked open the door. “Just come downstairs with us, at least. Promise we won’t do anything. It was kind of shitty of us.” He was jolted forward just a bit as if he was pushed. “A-and we’re sorry!” You narrowed your eyes. “Really, we are.” You sighed.

“Fine, fine. No more puppy dog eyes.” Opening the door fully, you followed them down the stairs. “Now, what did—.”

“Ah, my Y/N. You finally show! Well, it only makes sense the star comes last.” The friend that escorted you down was now pinned to the wall by an invisible force. All the others were trembling in terror, eyes blown wide and chests heaving against the cement of the walls and floor. All of them seem to be pinned by the same thing. Some looked fine, while blood leaked from others. You took a shaky step back. “Ah ah ah, Y/N. No leaving now. Not after your friends did all this to bring me here.” Though the sweet voice spoke to you, you could not see the source.

“W-where are you?”

“Trying to hide your fear? My Y/N is so brave! You don’t need to be scared,” a moment passes, then another, “because I’m right here.” His breath blew across your ear and you jumped away, turning to see the figure of a young man where you were just standing. “This is the form you’re most likely comfortable with, right? Tried my best to make it good looking. Took some energy to make, but I’d do anything for you.” Your eyes glanced around the dimly lit room.

“So you’re a demon? Like really?”

“Really, really, my love!”

Why did this demon drag you down here? Did he simply want you to see the scene around you and intimidate you, or did he bring you down because he could not go upstairs and do anything himself? You knew nothing about this type of thing, but you noted the full circle drawn near your feet. Perhaps he was bound to the basement? If that were the case, then—. “You’re real observant, you know. It’s one of the first things that drew me to you, after all.”

“Huh?”

“But it is not only the basement. You’re almost right, though.” You furrowed your brows.

“How did you know?” He smiled. “How did you know I was thinking that? You can’t… you can’t read my mind, can you?” The demon chuckled and took a step forward. Lithe fingers lifted to play with a few locks of your hair. “W-what do you want?”

“What do I want?” He repeated. “I want what I’ve always wanted: you, and with just a little push, some whispering in your friends’ ears to try something new, they have brought me here to you. I, Oikawa, Lord of the Sixth Ring of Hell, am here to retrieve you. I have been waiting for centuries for you to be born and to grow, and finally, finally, it’s time to come home, to where you belong.” One of your friends was shifting behind him. Extended a little away from his arm was a small vial. Holy water. You did not think about it; you kept your mind centered on the demon before you.

“U-uh, what? I don’t—I don’t understand. Explain yourself to me, demon, or spew your lies somewhere else. How do I know you’re not telling me this just to take my soul or something?” Oikawa laughed.

“Lying? My love, there is plenty I want to do to you, but lying is never one. I just think it’s funny you think I don’t already own your soul. I have infinite power to see the past, the future, and to know and attain everything I desire. If I wanted to kill you, my love, I would have already, along with your cattle of friends, but I wanted to be nice. I didn’t want your first impression of me to be terror, and I still don’t. I wouldn’t want my partner to be scared of me. Well, not too scared. Don’t want a cowering puppy all the time. I want you to love me as I love you.” He extended his hand. “Just come with me, my love.” Your eyes centered on the fingers.

“To where?”

“I think you know the answer to that, my love,” he whispered.

“Do you want to know what I think? I think you should go back to hell, monster.” With a swing of their arm, the crescent of water descended onto the demon and landed with a distinct sizz. You did not waste any time pushing past and sprinting up the stairs, ignoring the anchor of fear that fell in you with the shrill, furious scream that followed. You managed to leap back to the first floor, and turned around to see your friends’ despair the moment the foundation of the stairs burned, forcing them back to the ground.

You scrambled to your feet, inching just far enough to be able to view the basement. The stairs were still aflame, your friends' bodies moving still, but in such obvious pain. At where the last step usually was stood Oikawa, blood and hot gashes burning through parts of his clothes and one side of his face. Head tilted slightly down; his eyes burned hotter than the fire around him. You could see the tautness of his body, his fists tightening at his side. Oh, he’s pissed. Oikawa’s lips fell into a dangerous snarl.

“I wanted to be nice, Y/N! I didn’t want to be the one to have to kill your friends and forcibly take you with me, but you’re leaving me no choice! If you want me to be a monster, I can oblige.” Ever so slowly, he rose his hand and snapped.

Screams of agony, pain pierced the air, your soul, and you ran, covering your ears with frantic hands. You touched the doorknob to the outside, but it burned your skin. Recoiling, your adrenaline and fear pushed you to the nearby window, but the frame burned you as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your head jolted around. The stairs to the second floor were the only things left. Their screams did not cease.

“Y/N,” his voice resounded, but you can’t see him. “You did this! I wanted to do this peacefully, but you did this to them! Can you hear them, screaming in horrible, horrible pain? Burning until they are nothing but crisp bones.” While he spoke, you sprinted up the stairs into the farthest bedroom. With no other option, you hopped into the closet and fell to the floor, using a shirt to breathe into so your breaths were not so loud. You could still hear them; you choked out a sob. “Do you think I’ll stop? I’ll burn this whole house down, my love!” Oikawa’s voice seemed like it was coming from a body again.

Footsteps took their time up the stairs. Sinking your teeth into your lip, you bit so hard you tasted the metallic blood beneath. “Centuries and centuries have passed. Do you think that I would let anything get in my way? I just wanted you to be able to see my love and want to feel the same, but… I don’t mind forcing you.” His voice came closer and closer. “Oh? Are you hiding from me? You’re hiding from your future husband? Ah, you’re a little brat, but I’ll indulge you.” Oikawa inhaled. “Come out come out wherever you are.” He did not even bother to check the other rooms to act like he didn’t already know.

You looked around the little space around you. Was there nothing you could do? Your movements stopped when the door to the room was seemingly kicked open. “I can hear your thoughts. My poor baby is so scared. Don’t be scared! I’ll never do anything to hurt you. We’re going to be married. You’ll forget about all this, and you’ll be properly mine for eternity. If you come out for me, I promise I won’t be mad.” He paused. “Actually, I change my mind.” Violently, the door opened and light flooded into the closet. He gripped your legs and forcibly pulled you out. Oikawa was quick to trap you under his weight. “There you are.”

“P-please don’t—.”

“Sh sh sh, it’s alright, my love. Everything is alright,” he said as screams came muffled through the floor. His chest connected with your own, hands petting your hair, your skin. “You’ll have nothing to worry about. You’ll have everything you want and more. I love you so much, and you’ll come to love me too. One way or another,” he said and then slanted his lips onto yours once, twice, three times. Each one’s passion growing exponentially as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, suffocating and overpowering you. His hands tangled in your hair to pull you closer, to take in more. “Let’s go home.”

Last night, there was a fire on Fifth Street. The owners of the house were not home, but their two kids had five friends over that night. When the neighbors smelled and saw the flames from the house late in the night, they said it seemed that the entirety of the first floor was engulfed in flame. By the time the fire department arrived, the house’s foundation was completely eradicated. Their statement says that they “have never seen a fire of this degree. It is nothing like an electrical or gas fire.” They have not yet determined the source of the fire.

However, in tragic news, of the seven people present, six of their bodies have all been found in the basement under the rubble. The last body of Y/N L/N has not been discovered, but they remain missing and unseen by family or friends. It is said that they were present in the house and there were no accounts of them leaving from the person who was supposed to be their designated driver for the night. Both the fire department and police are looking into the source of the fire and the missing person.