Summary • You loved the darkness, because within it was him
Warnings/Themes • so far......mentions of depression, low-key stalking but 🤷🏽♀️, blood, extreme pining, supernatural?
A/n • This story has been in my mind for 3 MF YEARS. It's something I think of often but just have not had the time to write, but I can't hold it in anymore. I will be finishing planning and hope to write this in parts or one big oneshot. Please stay tuned!
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The smoldering heat slams against you as soon as you step through your front door. The hinges creak loudly as you struggle to push the old door back into its jam. Even the poor aged wood can no longer handle the absurd heat and humidity of the current record-breaking, hot summer. It now needed excessive force to be able to close all the way, with how swollen and warped the wood has become.
Nothing was left unruined by the stifling heat. Your front door, the few windows of your apartment which have begun to show signs of mold, but mostly, your sleep. One of the only things that bring you solace anymore is now constantly broken and scattered. You can no longer escape for hours, uninterrupted, from this world that plagues you. Instead, you wake throughout the night sweating through your clothing to move around in search of a cooler spot to sleep. The break in your routine has made you lose sleep for weeks now, the agitation it has caused you is clear to anyone you come into contact with out in the real world.
If only you could afford to not only buy an air conditioner but to run it as well. With the measly salary you earn at the public library, you could afford a cheap one, but you’ve heard of how expensive it can be to power one of the older, low-end models. And there's no way in hell you can afford a higher-end one. So you suffer through. With the hope that one day You’ll finish school and finally be able to land your dream job as an actual Librarian. Not just an assistant.
That is if you can survive this gruelling summer and maybe even the eventual collapse of your rundown apartment complex. Or the depression you feel, slowly winding itself around you and making a home of the dark parts of your mind. You know it’s there. You remember it on the nights that you find yourself crying in the darkness of your room, for no specific reason.
It was on one of those desolate nights that you first felt him. You’re not sure how, but you knew it was a male presence. And the only way you can explain how it feels when he’s there is by comparing it to that feeling you get when you think somebody is behind you. But instead of behind you, he’s everywhere. His presence strokes your aura, almost every single night. In your mind he’s the ghost haunting your apartment, or maybe even others’ as well, but ghost is the only logical explanation to you. A presence you can feel but not see or touch.
Fear would be the most reasonable emotion to feel when he’s around but you’ve only ever felt...excitement. Frustration even, from wanting to reach out to him, but how do you reach out to someone who is not there?
Tonight he's on your mind as you settle down after a long day of working. You eat, straighten up the kitchen a bit, then shower, all while wondering whether you will soon feel that familiar shift in the air. If you let the logical side of your mind think to much into it all, you start to question your own sanity. But there are some nights where your mind and soul are tired. Like tonight. And on those nights you let your emotions flow free, in doing so, others tend to crawl their way in.
As you lay in your pile of soft sheets and pillows, loneliness overcomes you. It reaches out to you and wraps its long fingers around your already clenched heart and wrings what’s left of it dry. It’s a literal pain in your chest, one that is so familiar, so all-encompassing that you only let yourself feel its full wrath during nights like these. You squeeze a pillow to your torso and stretch your free arm out on the bed. You fall asleep with tears clinging to your lashes, silently wishing that someone would grab your hand.
You barely register the gentle weight against your cheek before your eyelids flutter open. Sitting up frantically and throwing the sheets completely off of the bed in the process, your eyes find every corner and dark spot of your room, hoping to find whatever...or whoever was touching you. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you realize, with great frustration, that you are alone. One thing that does catch your eye though is the small gap between your curtains.
Your bedroom is easily visible from the higher floors of the apartment complex across the narrow street. So you always make sure to shut the two panels before you turn in every night, as to not give anyone a free glimpse of your half-naked self while asleep. But the sheer white fabric is parted, an easy foot or so. You rise from your bed to pull them closed, but not before quickly scanning the street below, finding nothing out of the ordinary. You blame the wind as you climb back onto your nest of a bed, but that part of you deep down, knows the air is as still as ever.
As you fall back into slumber, you know the dreams that lay ahead will be dark and turbulent. They always are when your room feels empty.
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It was your scent that drew him to you.
Initially.
Half nostalgic and half refreshingly new, the smell of your blood sent waves of energy shimmying up his spine with every whiff. But as he silently walked behind you that first night, he realized it wasn't fully how you smelled that was pulling him in. It's as if you were surrounded by a storm cloud. Your emotions were on clear display, almost like your aura was crying out for help.
He could feel his own pushing him forward after you as you solemnly walked down the dark street. Though it was late at night, there were still a few people scattered about, so he knew that it wasn't that obvious that he was following you. Your heart beat at a normal pace, further reassuring him of your obliviousness. Which was starting to concern him. Someone such as yourself should be paying attention to their surroundings while walking home alone, late at night. Instead, your head was down, eyes cast to the cracked sidewalk in front of your ambulent feet.
No one even glances your way though. Maybe they feel it too. The sadness spreading from your figure in waves. So thick he was sure he could grasp it if he tried hard enough.
He stops behind a tall tree when you cross the street and climb the front steps of an old apartment building. The brick has faded into a pale, lackluster shade of red and the white paint covering each window frame has mostly chipped away and fallen to the ground below.
The grocery bags you were carrying are placed on the floor beside you so you can pull out your key and enter the building. He knows he should leave, but he doesn't. He waits, and waits until a window on the third floor illuminates a soft yellow. It's some twenty minutes or so before you appear before the glass.
Your'e now in a tank top and shorts, and your hair is down. He wants to feel the curls between his fingers, push it to the side and bury his face in your neck. What's worrying is how he doesnt even want to taste you. He wants to feel your skin. How soft it would be against his lips. It's not his predator side that is attracted to you, it's just...him.
He's been alone for so long. So long that he's resorted to following a defenseless woman back to the safety of her home. He takes a deep breath and leaves the shadow of the tree and walks home, promising to himself that he'll never do this again. He'll forget you and never come back.
But he does.
Almost every night.
And after two weeks or so of taking place across the street like that first night, he grows brave and enters your room.
His adrenaline is through the roof the first time he climbs through your window. He curses you for being careless and leaving it open every night as you sleep. But then again, no human could ever scale building walls like he can, so in reality, there is no risk with it. Jumping from window to window takes less than a handful of seconds for him. He hates how easy it is and how weak he is for giving in to his urge to see you.
He's now reached a point of no return. And when he returns back to his home every night, the guilt eats at him...until the next evening when he's missing your scent and your face. Your beautiful face. He convinces himself that you'll never know he's there and there's no doubt that he'll never harm you. Nobody will harm you. He'll make sure of that.
Imma be honest....Dora really did piss me off when I was younger with the slow decision making...I'm pretty sure swiper should've made it too the end at least once in that whole damn show!....but like, why did I keep watching!??? That whole scene had me ON THE FLOOR.🤣 Thank you 💜
IF THIS AINT ME!! I would never miss an episode when I was a kid but she annoyed the fuckty fuck out of me too!! I had sooooo much fun writing that scene 😂 thank you for reading bestie 💞
— Share the last line of your writing (wip), then tag as many people as there are words in the line. Tagged by @maptoyoongi ! 💜
WARNING—This is long and NSFW...just how I like it...
The loud thud of the doors slamming against each other as they slide back into place, snaps you out of a somewhat daze. You turn to see him pressed up against the doors, his eyes wider than ever and you realize you've never seen Jungkook like this.
And despite the awkwardness of the situation, you find yourself feeling very….odd. Like you could completely break him down right now, and the tease of that power is almost like a switch in your brain.
He looks so lost and nervous, and you can tell that he's waiting on you to say something first. The devilish part of you takes that power into it's hands, pushing the sane part of you aside like a dirty rag.
With more confidence than you expected, you say, "Hey, I was just looking for a sweater like you said I could, by the way. It's not my fault if you leave your sex toys out in the open. It was basically on display as soon as I opened your closet door."
His creamy cheeks turn beet red and you swear his lips grow a few shades pinker as well. "I-it's not....I," he begins to stutter nervously.
You notice how hard he's squeezing the bottom of his shirt in his hands. His knuckles are drained of color at how tense his hands are, all while his stuttering gets worse and worse the longer you stand there not speaking. If you had any doubts about whether your friend was a virgin or not, they were definitely gone and cleared now. There's no way he would be this nervous if he's done things before. Albeit you're probably one girl he's never thought sexually about so the situation is a little odd, but you're still his friend and it's not that big of a deal.....sex and masturbation are a normal part of life. If he wants to fuck a fake ass into Oblivion, so be it. He has no idea of the kinky shit you do behind closed doors.
But now you can't help but wonder about the things he does in private. An unwarranted picture of Jungkook's face screwed up in bliss as he slides his cock into one of the small, silicone holes places itself in your head. You shiver a bit and decide to play with him some more.
Forgive me if you hate tag games or being tagged...this is still new to my baby self. Here goes... @gguksgalaxy @jingabitch @lilliaflurr @spookitokki @bloodpotato @ironicarmy @hobisbeautifulass @honeymoonjin @solarjeon @minjoonalist @thinksshesawolf @joopiterjoon
Wow. I'm in shock at the absolute HATE some people are spitting. They obviously do not know how freaking HARD it is to balance life and writing. I will always support every single decision you make. Please know that the vast majority of your readers do as well! It's just the few bad apples popping up from the woodwork showing their asses.
For totally uneeded perspective 😅....I started writing a hoseok fic that I'm super connected with, then left my boyfriend and father of my 2 children after 10 years. Left an abusive relationship and MY WHOLE ASS HOUSE in California to move back home with my mother in North Carolina. Custody battle, homelessness and jobless....but I definitely can't take a little break from writing for my own sanity...without getting shit for it 😅😒 *sigh*
Basically, you do what you have to do! It's your life, your blog, your decision. Fuck those inconsiderate anons. They are the reason so many writers are giving up their joy and passion lately. It hurts my heart.
Stay strong,,safe,,healthy,,& happy!!! 💜💜
Yeah i don't know what is up with people. In all the time I have taken off, I haven't found a reasonable excuse for their actions. Like, I know my ass is huge, but there doesn't have to be this many noses in it.
I really hope everything is okay my love! I know leaving abusive relationships can be so hard... lowkey left one not too long ago myself. Please stay just as strong and safe and healthy and I wish you and your two beautiful children the absolute best because you deserve nothing less 😚💗💗💗
Just realized next chapter of rotten angelcake is the chapter you said we'd die with....ok. imma go ahead and leave this here
Also, I might've said this before but I'll say it again and again, thank you for taking the time out of your life to write such amazing things 🥺 I am beyond grateful 🙇🏽♀️
jhfsdhkjf yeah this is your warning to prepare yourself for saturday because this is gonna be a very INTENSE one.
and thank you for taking time out of your life to read all the crap that i write lol, i think i've really pushed myself for weekly updates because of how passionate you all are about their relationship too and it really just makes me wanna show you all that i have in mind for them dfhjgkdh 🥺💓💕
Hmmm I'd like to see (and this is a strictly kinky ask) cum on face and/or in mouth keke(I feel like I don't see this that much in ff, usually they finish inside of their partner at the same time as them). Something EXTREMELY public 😏 (as if they haven't already pff 🤣) and since Mr. Kim likes to suck on his fingers so much, maybe angel could be forward one day and touch herself then put her fingers in his mouth when he least expects it? Is that too much? 😅 I realize that might be weird for some people.
If you can't tell already I might have a slight cum fetish ^^^ eeeek. I really hope you were asking for smutty suggestions ☠️ cuz if not I just made a fool of myself. Also excuse my over use of parentheses 👉👈
heeeyyy!! oooooh a cum fetish 😍 this sounds really hot, i think it might be a bit too soon for chapter six and seven but i will try to see if i can work it in because the does sound so hot! thank you bestie 🥰💓
(p.s. i didn't even notice the parentheses so i really don't mind 😂)
[please send me suggestions for chapters six and seven of rotten angelcake]
