Devil Jimin In His Devil Jammies

devil jimin in his devil jammies 😭😂

I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS. AAAAHHHHHHH

🥺🥺🙏🏼🙏🏼

What if…?

BTS OT7 au mini series {Valentines day /Writing anniversary edition} Masterlist

(Please marvel don’t sue me) 👀

Let’s celebrate a year of writing on tumblr and Valentine’s Day with an au series to my au series (does that make sense?)

What if a major story factor in one of my BTS au’s changes, what would the story be like then? Well here’s a snippet of those universes:

1. CEO - what if the CEOs were hybrids?

Release date : 07/02/2022

2. BODYGUARD - what if you decided to runaway?

Release date : 10/02/2022

3. OUR LITTLE LOVE - What if the guys were the detectives and you were the kingpin?

Release date : 13/02/2022

4. BLEEDING BUTTERFLIES - tbc

Release date : 14/02/2022

[If you would like to be added to the taglist, or have any questions, let me know, I hope you’re as excited as I am 💜]

Truth Or Lies

Warnings: Just fluffy

Pairing: Jin!BTS x reader

Premise: It was up to him to decide. You knew this wasn't something to push. “Are we telling the truth or are we lying?”, patiently you waited.

Author's notes: Just a super short one I thought up while doing dishes the other day. Heavily unedited.

masterlist

Your Team loses for the 3rd time that night.

Everyone starts to say their goodbyes and one by one they hang up; except you and one other person.

“Yah, we are never playing on their team again.” The male voice yells from the other end of the line, making you chuckle.

You had been playing with this person for over 3 months online. You had become quick friends despite the language barrier. He had worked really hard to get better at his English to be able to communicate with you. Originally it was just for gaming online, now it was for all the midday and late hour discord calls. Thankfully you were able to answer his calls almost any time of the day as you were working from home.

You hear him shuffle about and sigh deeply. Then nothing. Silence. He wasn’t known for silence. He would always chat about something unimportant and trivial and you would listen and respond when you deemed necessary. When he was really getting animated over something he would unknowingly slip back into his native tongue, which always brought a smile to your face when he would grumble an apology in English.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Can I ask you something?” He hesitates.

“Of course.” Was all you said, still wearing your headset while making yourself a tea.

More silence. You began to worry a little.

“We’re friends right?” He hesitates.

“Yesss?” You push.

“What’s your real name?” He blurts out.

Silence. This time on your end. You contemplate answering him. It’s not that you mind telling him, but there's something in his voice that makes you think he wasn’t ready to answer that himself.

“Are we telling the truth or are we lying?” You ask carefully.

“.....Lying” He whispers after some time.

“My name is Serena. What’s yours?” You begin, taping your fingers on your mug, leaning against your counter top. Smirking at your sailor moon monopoly game still sprawled out on your kitchen table from the night before.

“Ha-Joon” He responds. “What do you do for work?”

“Part time at a florist's shop. You?” You sip your tea. Thinking back to past fanfics you have come across.

“Uh, I’m not right now.” His questions keep coming after that.

“Do you have siblings?” “No”

“Favourite colour?” “Green”

“How old?” “184” *smirk*

“Pets?” “No”

“Favourite music?” “Country”

“Single” “Depends who’s asking”

Eventually after what feels like a million questions keep shooting back and forth. However, you know all your answers are lies; Just like his.

It’s been almost a year since that day. You both still talk every chance you get. Neither of you brought up that night again.

At this point in your life, he was the person closest to you. Your friendship continued to deepen into something more.

Late one night, something changed. He started acting weird, avoiding questions, all while you kept hearing snickering from the other line. Eventually you had enough.

“Ha-Joon” You began “What’s going on with you lately?”

“I - Uh - I’m - You - “ He stuttered, you patiently wait for him to finish.

He took a deep breath and prepared himself.

“What’s your real name?” annunciating every word carefully.

You had thought about this moment since that day. If it would ever come, if he would ever be ready to actually tell you the truth.

A truth you already knew, but wanted him to tell you when he was ready. You knew since the first voice call. You would know that voice from anywhere. You’d listened to it everyday in more ways than one.

“Truth or Lies?” Maybe now he was ready.

“Truth”

“Y/N” Tension building. “Yours?”

“Jin.” there's a crash, you smile. Him once again falling back into his native tongue. “Ahhhhh, why is this hard? What if she doesn't want to be friends anymore. What if she gets scared? You’re being a fool Seokjin, you’re just making a friend. You are world wide handsome”

You couldn't hold it in any longer. You start to laugh; you start to laugh so hard you start crying, clutching your chest in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks in Korean, forgetting to ask in English.

“You gave yourself a pep talk.” You can barely get out in Korean. “You - you - called yourself worldwide handsome.”

“YOU CAN SPEAK KOREAN.” He bellows over the voice call, making you laugh harder. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU COULD SPEAK KOREAN??”

Eventually you regain composure.

“You said to lie” stating simply, wiping tears from your eyes. You fall back onto your bed, wrapping yourself in your fluffy duvet.

“Right….. Soooo?” He trails off.

“My name is Y/N, I’m 33. I work as a financial advisor, and I work from home.” You try recalling all past questions. “I live alone with my 2 cats. I have an older sister. My favourite colour is black. I am single. And my favorite music is Kpop.”

“Do you know BTS?” Was his only response.

“Do you know ARMY?” You reply in retaliation.

“YAH, you know who I am!” He yells again.

“I always knew.” You smirk. “I knew since the first game.”

“Y/N…..” You hear him smile “Thank you.

Warnings: smut implied, swearing, mentions of mating and bonding, taking pills

Pairing: Jungkook!BTSHybrid x reader!Hybrid

Premise: He wants to be your treasure.

Author’s notes: This kind of came out of no where, but this is my first time with a hybrid au. I want to get batter at it, so I may come back and redo this later haha, Heavily unedited, I'm tired.

Should I do a part two????

masterlist || part 2

“That’s a wrap!” The director yells from behind the camera.

Finally being able to break out of your stiff posture, shoulders dropping, arms stretching above your head. A groan escapes your body as you feel your muscles relax. Turning to the members of BTS, they are all buzzing with excitement, bringing an end to their busy schedule for today.

The group and yourself say thank you’s and goodbyes to the staff as you are ushered back towards the hair and makeup rooms, chatting amongst yourselves as you make your way.

Making sure to avoid Jungkook's gaze, you opt for walking out a step or three in front of the group. Jungkook trailing closely behind you, but still maintaining a cautious distance.

Jin walking next to you asks if you’re still on for lunch next week. You say yes. He asks if you can come to the company to meet him then you can leave for lunch together. He has work scheduled in the morning but is free after. You agree as you’re off that day already.

You all enter into the change rooms. Changing back into regular clothes. Finishing in the bathroom you head out and over to your duffel bag from the day's schedule.

Casually scanning your phone and talking to Namjoon, with Jungkook standing awkwardly nearby but not engaging in the conversation. You’re waiting for your manager to tell you your car is ready.

The others finally emerge from the other restrooms and changing rooms.

Yoongi mentions Jimin's change in smell. Signalling Jimin's impending heat. Jimin grabs the bottle of suppressants from the counter, not thinking much of it. Announcing that he’s taking one, you not paying much attention. The rattle of the pills pulls your focus, realizing that they are your suppressants. Panicked, you run over to him.

“Jimin NO!” You slap the pills out of his hand before they can reach his mouth.

FOr only a moment, all you can hear is the scattering and breaking of pills on the floor. Confusion hanging heavy in the air.

“What was that?” Jimin asks, eyes large from shock.

“You can't take these. You’ll have to find someone else to lend you some.” You choke out. This isn’t how you wanted to bring up this topic. Hell this alone would lead you to finally tell them everything. Everything…. That’s something you weren’t ready for anyone to know yet.

“But-“ Jimin tries.

“Y/n, the car is ready” Your manager calls from the door way.

“I’m really sorry Jimin. I promise I’ll explain later.” You offer an apology with a smile. He smiles back assuringly, but his scent tells you something different. Fear, for a tiny second he was afraid of you and your outburst. He tries to hide it, but you catch it. Not only his. Fear seeped off of everyone in the room...everyone except one.

Only one person has never shown any signs of fear while being around you. Just knowing that, made heat pool in your lower stomach.

“Oh-ok…Jin!” Jimin redirects. “Do you have any on yours?”

“Yea, let me grab them” Jin chimes up brightly. Releasing comforting pheremones into the room. Clearly trying to relax predator and prey alike. ANd it does work. It always works.

Jungkooks eyes are the only ones that linger on you. Worry evident as he chews on his bottom lip, doe eyes following you around the room as you grab your stuff and follow your manager out.

💜♾💜♾💜

Making your way into Hybe, waving at fellow idols. You text Jin that you’ve arrived, he responds that his work is taking longer than expected and asks if you can wait a little while. You say yes and tell him you’re headed to the cafe.

The discomfort on your body grows, body feeling heavier with every step. You took double suppressants this morning, as you could feel your pheromones going into overdrive. Your 5 senses focusing on everything, like they were searching for something..or someone. You guessed it was about time for your heat. You had messaged the guys in the group chat about going into preheat the night prior. They all insisted it would be fine as long as you took your pills, reluctantly you agreed.

Turning down the hallway before the cafe, the heat in your stomach grew into an inferno. You don’t get a chance to think about what’s going on when you run right into Jungkook. He catches you in his arms. Your scent sends a flash through his eyes. His own scent explodes from his body. Your cold skin feeling unbearably warm, under his large hands. Lungs filling with his intoxicating smell, almost losing all control right there and then. You shove away from him with enough force to make him falter to his knees. You can’t stop your body trembling as you look down at him. Staff members begin running over to him, while you make a mad dash away from him.

Forcing yourself to focus on Jin's comforting scent you run in his direction. He’s coming down another hallway, away from the cafe. He was looking for you there, but couldn’t find you.

“Jin!” You yell, throwing yourself in his arms.

“Y/n?” He manages to catch you just in time. His scent filling your lungs, making your mind refocus.

“Jin I need help, my heat-” Choking on each word as you force yourself to blink back tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god.” He holds you close as he’s hit with your scent. FIghting back his own rising instincts to your body calling every unmated man to you. T claim you, mate you.

“But how did you go into heat? You just started preheat last night? It’s not possible.” Jin gasps. Arms still latched around your waist.

“Yea I know, thanks. I need you to get me out of here.” You whisper to him as you hear footsteps approaching. You can smell the two males before they were even close.

“Wait y/n’s in heat too?” Namjoon questions from behind you. You try to peel yourself off of Jin to look at them. “Oh god, your smell-“

“What do you mean? Someone else is in heat?” Jin pulls away from you to look at the others.

“Jk burst into a full blown rut. They’re taking him to a rut room. Or at least trying to. He’s really fighting it. I’ve never seen him this aggressive before.” Jimin explains, eyes shaking as he stares at you. His instincts are screaming at him to go to you. But he, along with Jin, are doing their absolute damnedest to control themselves.

A scream is heard throughout the building, instantly you all know who it’s coming from. Pain shoots thorough you, stomach returning to its previous inferno. Clutching at your stomach you almost topple over, but regain your balance. Jin stares at you concerningly, but the realization hits him all too quickly.

“…oh my god y/n!!! Your preheat triggered JKs rut and his rut started your heat.” He states, alittle too loudly for the now pounding in your head.

“Fuck, I know! Trust me I know. That’s why you have to get me out of here!”

“You’re seriously still fighting this?! That poor boy has been pining over you for months and this is legitimate proof that you guys are meant to be and you’re still trying to get out of it? Why? Why is this so hard for you to accept?” He protests angrily.

“I cant. I cant be with him. I cant let him mate with me.” You sigh, once the pain lets up.

“What would be so wrong with that?” Jin demands, arms crossing infront of his chest. You can feel the annoyance surging through his scent.

“He’s only a bunny, Jin” You say slowly, staring at the ground.

“You’re really using that predator and prey bullshit?” Hands going lax at his sides, his blatant emotions in the air shifting to disappointment.

“No!” You look at him frantically, only to be met with a fresh wave of pain, Jimin catches you in his arms. You try to regain your thoughts and continue to explain. “Not only is he a bunny, he’s an idol. An extremely famous, well sought out, millions of people want to be with him, idol.”

“Don’t use his fame as an excuse.” Jin spits out between clenched teeth. He’s seething now. He can’t believe you would stoop so low to use his breed and status as excuses to force him away from you.

“It’s not-I don’t know how to explain this well.“ Leaning against Jimin for support. You breathe deeply before standing your ground and looking at your closest friend straight in his eyes. Unwavering. “I’m a dragon. What do Dragons do?”

Searching his eyes for understanding, but all you’re met with is confusion.

“We covet. Our greed is unmatched. Illogical. We are possessive, and greedy. If I mate with him, I’m more likely to lock him in a room for the rest of his life, never letting anyone see or hear him again. Or even worse, I could kill him. I don’t have control of the obsession. It’s not that I don’t want him, it’s that I’d want him too much.”

Now able to look at all three males, its time, even just a little to let them truly in.

“Why do you think there are so few dragon hybrids left? We’ve driven ourselves to madness. We’re uncontrollable. Why do you think my suppressants are so lethal to other hybrids?” You make a pointed look at Jimin, recalling the incident a week prior.

Jungkooks scream breaks through your vulnerable moment, crashing pain into your body and mind. Your legs give out, but no one is fast enough to catch you. You're sitting on the floor, trying to maintain deep breaths as opposed to the panicked shallow ones your body wants to give into. You can see the men infront of you visibly struggle. The pain is starting to turn into a lust, you won’t be able to hold off for long. Looking up into the faces of the males, your misty eyes, lips open, red flush creeping up against the blue tinted flesh of your body and the smell of your now leaking arousal is breaking them, all stagger back to be able to breathe again.

“I’m mated and her scent is starting to affect me.” Namjoon states, hand covering his mouth, trying not to breathe you in. “We have to do something. Quickly.”

“Is there any way you can help him? Without mating him?” Jimin asks desperately.

“Can you hold yourself back enough?” Namjoon questions.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t think that’s possible” Forcing your mind to think about the situation at hand and not the 2 unmated males in front of you. Their scents slowly creeping into your already hazy mind. Your eyes racking over their bodies, half lidded cobalt eyes now taking over your normal colour.

“Muzzle…what about your muzzle?” Jin stammers out, ripping his gaze from you.

“Huh?” Namjoon and Jimin shout in unison.

“I can't guarantee I won’t try to take it off. I’ll be too far gone in a frenzy to care about the pain.” The muzzle was made for your heats. You became dangerous during your cycle, and the only thing that kept you away from tearing out the throats of your guardians during that time was your muzzle. Made with a metal that you yourself could not open, searing your flesh on contact. Impossible for you to take off without help. Well when you weren’t driven into a mate induced heat. There’s only one place that could possibly hold you, and as much as you didn’t want to go back there. It was the safest option.

“We can't risk it.”

💜♾💜♾💜

“Honestly if you were to tie him up in your apartment to keep him for yourself he’d be thrilled.” Jin states as he continues to look around the tiny one room you’ll be staying in.

“This isn’t funny.” You snap at him.

The pain and heat between your legs had lessened enough for them to get you here, with help from your guardians of course. The farther distance you had from Jungkook the better. His scent no longer intoxicates you, but still lingering on your skin from where he touched you.

“No it’s not. That boy is so absolutely smitten with you, if he knew you wanted him this badly he’d be the happiest man on the planet.” Jin gestures to your cold prison. Cement walls, floor and ceiling. Steal bars over the only window you had. A metal cot, with what looked like a metal prison toilet was all that was in the room.

“He’s not a child y/n. He understands the gravity of what you are. And he still wants to be with you.” Namjoons soothing voice coming from the doorway.

“He isn’t thinking about it for the group though. I’d need to be with him 24/7, or else I’d lose it. I would probably kill someone if I wasn’t with him. On tours, interviews, shoots, filming, even just on days off, I'd never be able to be apart from him.” You exclaim, exasperated facing the window, away from them. Why weren’t they understanding the gravity of you mating with Jungkook?

“He has, y/n. He brought it up to all of us before. He’s already asked us about it.” Jimin offers hopefully.

“What?” Turning to face them, unable to hide the shock from your face or in your scent.

“He wants you to be with him all the time. He’s needy, whether that be the bunny in him or if that’s just jungkook, who knows. But he wants all that. With you.” Jimin opens up more about their Bunny maknae.

Thoughts reel through your head, you force them out with a shake. This is safer. This will keep him safe. This will allow him to continue to live his life freely. Unbound to an obsessive, dangerous hybrid.

Muffle voices come from the hall outside, your guardians announcing that they had to lock you in now.

“Are you sure about this?” Jimin tries one last time, beggin you to return to Hybe. Be with his friend. Stop you both from feeling this pain. But your resolution is set. You’ve made up your mind.

“No. I’m terrified.”

Between Jungkook's freedom and your life. You’d pick him every time.

You give them a reassuring nod before they step out of the room, the steel doors closing behind them. The locking mechanism ominously echoes against the concrete of the walls. Locked in. There’s a window, allowing you to look out, but it’s lined with steel bars as well as you’re 18 stories up. Hopefully it can hold you long enough for his rut to pass. This isn’t the first time you’d been locked in here and it probably won't be your last.

💜♾💜♾💜

“It’s been over a week and Jungkook is still locked up in that rut room.” Jin shouts angrily at you. “What the hell is going on? What aren’t you telling us?”

Silence.

“I understand you wanting to be quiet about your heats and the possibility of being Jungkook mate, and even the potential dangers. But THIS.” His patience is running thin. He couldn’t bear to see his maknae in so much pain, and for so long. “this is too much. What is happening to him?!”

“I’m not…sure.” Finally finding your voice. “This isn't a normal heat for me. This is something so much more intense, the waves. The pain.”

“If his rut is connected to my heat, we might have a really big problem.” Perched on the side of your cot, you stare at the ground. Running through your options of having to explain your complicated heats. A topic you had a hard time understanding yourself.

“-what.”

“I don’t have regular heats. They don’t show up every few months, as spouts of ‘needing to breed’, waking up from horny induced relapse.”

Finally making eye contact with Jin.

“I’ve taken suppressants every day of my life Jin. Every. Day.” Eyes pleading with him, pleading for something you don’t even understand. “It’s like being in preheat for your whole life. The suppressants take the edge and pain away.”

“But before-?”

“What you felt. Hell, what everyone has felt is my preheat while I’m on suppressants. They can't stop my heat, they just dull it.”

“Wait. How is that possible? We’ve known you for almost a year and we’ve never had an issue before?” Jin is completely bewildered. Nothing was adding up anymore. He thought he was confused before but now? Oh hell, he was really losing it.

“I haven’t gone into heat since knowing you.” Your voice drops to a whisper. Alot was still unknown about your kind, with so few of you left it was almost impossible to be observed. Especially with many of you dying so young.

Jin's face pales. “When was the last time you went into heat?”

“Three years ago.” Voice barely coming out in anything more than an exhale.

“THREE YEARS?!”

You flinch.

💜♾💜♾💜

“Noona, this has been going on too long. It’s been two weeks. They won’t let him out until he shows some sign of breaking through his rut.” Jimin chews on his bottom lip, the only smell lacing his scent is concern.

You can’t help but shudder at the thought of Jungkook alone in a rut room. Begging for release. For you. You can only imagine his crisp scent bursting tenfold, mixing with unbearable lust and need. You feel a heat pool between your legs. The room filling with your own lust scented pheromones.

“You’re not doing that much better..” Jimin mumbles, breaking your train of luid thoughts. Shifting uncomfortably against the wetness soaking your underwear.

“I’m doing the best I can.” You sigh.

Namjoon and Jimin exchange looks. Exasperation leaves your body, a deep throating whine leaving your already falting focus.

“Look- I’m doing everything I possibly can to stop myself from tearing this city apart to get to him. He’s haunting me. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second.” Your body begins to tremble at how easy it would be for you to break this country, if it tried to stand in your way.

“He’s across town?” Namjoon questions.

“but I can still hear him…smell him…taste him in the air.” “If you don’t lock me in a box and bury me 50ft under, I’m about ready to make a run for it.”

You all hear a loud banging from outside the room. The locks screech as they are being unlocked. You all stand there completely dumbfounded. But in your shock you're too slow to realize the scent seeping from the hallway.

“THAT’S IT.” Jin screams, as he bolts into the room, throwing one of Jungkook's sweaters at your head.

You don’t move. You let it collide with your face. Instantly the smell hits you, body clenching around nothing. Slowly you peel it away, grasped in a death grip. Eyes glowing cobalt, blue shining from the back of your throat from your chest, ice breathing creeping from your mouth. This smell. Jungkook’s smell. His rut lingers on the fabric, engulfing your entire being.

Before you can regain your humanity, you lurch backward, sweater in hand, as you pull off the metal bars from the window, throwing the broek steel and cement to the ground. You throw your body through the glass window, landing on your feet 18 stories bellow. Pain shoots up from your feet into your calves and knees, but it doesn’t stop you. You take off running in the direction of his scent. Passing people on the sidewalk, crossing busy streets not bothering to check the lights, jumping over cars stopped in your way.

Lungs screaming for breath as your make your way into the Hybe sanctioned building. You’ve slowed to a walk. The predator in you coming out, your instincts setting you into a prowl. The guards of Junkgooks door don’t try to stop you as you walk up to it, slowly inhaling the dangerously strong scent fighting it’s way out from behind the locked door. You turn the lock, slowly opening the door, not stopping your steps as you’re falling immersed in it. Someone from outside closes the door behind you. Slumping back against it, your senses are fully taken from you, you close your eyes allowing yourself to drift. The air is thick, only made worse when you hear the bathroom door clock open, the air now almost choking you.

“Noona..?” Jungkook’s feeble voice breaks through your thoughts. Still leaning back on the door, you slowly peel your eyes open. He’s wearing nothing but a loose pair of nike gym shorts. Your mind begins to drift back, eyes following the curves of his sculpted chest, broad shoulders and slim waist. Mouth running dry as all the moisture in your body migrates to your underwear once again. You can almost feel it running down your legs.

“Kook” You plead, for something you’re not sure about. Reality hitting right then and there. “No, I need to go. I need to leave”

You make a weak attempt at turning around to leave the room.

“No Noona!” Jk shout, tears falling out of his beautiful large brown eyes. Angrily staring down at your feet. “Why won’t you let it be me? Why can't it be me? What’s so wrong about me?”

Panic risen. Your urge to soothe and comfort him is almost overwhelming. Almost.

“I want you kook.” You finally admit out loud. His ears perk up, his glassy eyes finally looking at you again. “But I can't have you.”

Tears continue to silently fall down his face. He questions you silently.

A wave of his rut hits him again, he staggers back catching himself against the foot of the bed.

You scream in pain as your insides feel like they are being twisted around a branding spike. Your cool skin is set ablaze. Thankfully the door keeps you up right.

You see the look of realization hit him, but you barely have the energy now to dismiss him. He takes a step toward you on shaky legs. He watches your pupils dilate.

Another step, your eyes bleeding to cobalt. Legs shaking uncontrollably.

Another step, the blue glow from your chest and throat begin to shine anew.

“Don’t.” You plead.

“Noona let me be the one.” Another step. You have become the prey.

“Let yourself have me.” Another step, the chilled mist falls from your mouth. Now you really do feel it sliding down the inside of your thigh.

Now he’s standing right in front of you, less than an arm's reach away.

“Let me be your treasure“

masterlist || part 2

For real though, do let me know any and every critic you have! What you think I should change or what you liked about it! And please let me know if you want a part 2.

💜♾💜♾💜

No one touch me, I’m in love 😍😍

Lee Know + SKZ TALKER Ep.46

I’m need of some inspiration today! Send them in 💜💜

Prompt List #2

Feel free to use these for whatever you may want! Credit is not necessary.

PROMPT LIST #1 - PROMPT LIST #2 - PROMPT LIST #3

Fluff

“I’ve learnt to love you.”

“They’re good for each-other.” 

“(She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

“I’m not leaving. Ever.”

“I promised to love you forever.”

“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“Can you sing that song for me again?”

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

“I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to…” 

“It looks good on you.” 

“You’re the reason I’m still here.”

“I love you and all but…” 

“You saved me.”

“Would you like to stay?” 

“I’ll take the couch.” 

“I’m quite comfortable here.”

“How did I manage to get you.” 

“Maybe I’m just lucky.”

“It’s us agaisnt the world.”

“Are you hurt? What happened?”

“You fainted, are you alright?”

“What do you remember?”

“I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.”

“Don’t let go.”

“I promise.”

“Am I dreaming?”

“I don’t want to wake up.”

“Find me again.”

“Don’t forget me.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“I wish we didn’t we have to say goodbye.”

“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”

“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” 

“I could never get tired of you.”

“Are you alright?” “I will be.”

“No you don’t understand, I have to get back!”

“I’m not your princess.” 

“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.” 

“For (her/him/them), (I’ll do) anything.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) worth the wait.”

“I can be your reason why.” 

“This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.” 

“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

“Is somebody jealous?”

“Can you quit being sappy for five seconds?”

Angst

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” 

“It’s always a losing game with you.”

“If it means anything, I love you.”

“I must’ve loved (her/him/them) a lot.”

“You’re in-love with somebody else.”

“(She/he/they/I) lost (her/his/their/my) soulmate.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.” 

“I’ve moved on.”

“This isn’t the person I fell in-love with.”

“It doesn’t matter unless I’m their last right?”

“Why are you still fighting?”

“You were the one who walked out, not me.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You’re choosing (her/him/them) over me?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“You lost the right when you walked out of my life.”

“What happened to forever?”

“Don’t you remember me?”

“Would you have said yes?”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!”

“You’re with me for a reason, right?”

“Why would (I/she/he) fall for someone else?”

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“You’ll always be a friend.”

“Did you love me (me/her/him/them)?”

“I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Everything.”

“I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“You have to let me go.”

“It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening, you’re not real!”

“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”

“Why are you letting (her/him/them/me) do this to you?” “Because I love (her/him/them/you).”

“Would you do the same for me?”

“What happened to all of our promises?”

“This was our forever.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“It’s been years, can’t you just give me a chance.”

“I’m not ready to get hurt again.” 

“Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

“I’m not ready to lose you.”

“No, not again. Please!”

“You just had to go and ruin everything.”

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” 

“You know this means nothing right?”

“It’s not my fault you believe(d) everything I (say/said).”

“You promised forever.”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe me?”

“Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.” 

“Why did you have to go and fall in love with me?” 

“I shouldn’t still be in love with you.” 

General

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.”

“Do you not remember me?”

“I thought you said wouldn’t fall in-love.” 

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

“I’d never fall in-love.”

“I’ll wait for you.” 

“Just take my hand.”

“You’re weak.”

“Was that part of the bet?”

“At least I kept my promises.”

“Take me back.”

“I need (her/him/them).” 

“Do you miss me?”

“What happened to us?”

“People say I’m heartless.”

“Another nightmare?”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Hold onto me.”

“I have nothing.”

“It’s killing you.”

“Maybe you should give up.” 

“I’m tired of running.”

“(She/he/they) changed (her/his/their) world.”

“Just like we promised.”

“I can’t leave.”

“You’re a bad liar did you know?” 

“I could’ve helped.”

“I never wanted any of this.”

“Only you.” 

“Come home.”

“I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Just say the word.”

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Do you trust me?” “No.”

“It was your idea!”

“What happened to your face?”

“All you had to do was ask.” 

“I don’t like you.” 

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“Why is it always you?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Who said I ever stopped?”

“Get out of my head.”

“You flinched.”

“Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”

“I did it again, didn’t I?”

“I’m not going to fight you.”

“Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.”

Authors Note: While a majority of these are mine there are a few I have found online/was inspired by