#I will die before I give my oc’s names that aren’t just words

[breadsquirrel]

Thinking about Entropy going from following her father’s orders to following her sister’s hopes to following her new benefactor’s directions. Losing herself in the singular focus of making their desires come true until she can’t find herself anymore. First realizing she doesn’t know what she wants in a conversation with her sister

“What are you gonna do after you escape this life?”

“Mm, dunno. What do you wanna do?”

A laugh, they’ve talked about what Nile wants before, in hushed whispers. A normal life, whatever that is.

“But we can’t stay together forever, right? You have to want something for yourself, don’t you?”

“I’ve… never thought about that before.”

“Oh… well, we can figure it out together!”

Learning to think ahead past tomorrow, and coming to terms that they can never really escape. Not together at least. Not if they turn a blind eye to the underworld’s activities. Someone has to make sure no one is coming after them. She’s the stronger one. Nile is weak but she’s smart, she can figure things out on her own.

Freedom is for those who want it. And Entropy doesn’t want anything but for her sister to be happy.

The look of betrayal on her sister’s face when Entropy offered herself to their benefactor for her safety. She tries to forget it.

“Enny? What are you doing.”

“I’m sorry, Nile. There’s no other way.”

“Bullshit. I can think of several different ways to do this.”

“Oh, my apologies for being such a moron, do enlighten me.”

“You wanna go back to following orders that bad?

“I-”

“Well, you’re not getting any from me. Think for yourself for once.”

“And that’s not an order?”

“No. Just a wish.”

And then all of a sudden, years have passed and Entropy hasn’t seen her sister face to face since. One night she visited the house Nile’s made a home in and looked in the windows. Just a quick stop between jobs.

Whatever normal is, she seems to have figured it out. The house looks like it could be any of the many she’s broken into. Nile had settled down and started a family. A crib rocks gently next to a bed for two. A stuffed moon and sun dangle over a bundle of blankets. One of Nile’s hands rocking her baby to sleep as her eyes are closed, clearly tired from the baby’s antics during the days.

A body, her partner most likely, shifts next to her and Nile stirs. When she opens her eyes just a crack, Entropy is gone. Outside the window is just a tree branch swaying in the wind.

Is this what she really wanted? To go back to what her life would have been without her sister in it?

It’s lonely.

[angellesword]

BAGGAGE l JJK (02)

Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.

But one drunken night changes everything.

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.

Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burn—really slow burn, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, cursing, blood, stabbing, loan sharks, OC cusses excessively so watch out

Pairing: dad! Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

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Eight Years Ago; 2015

Jungkook couldn’t lie. Life at Port Mafia was exhausting him down to the bones, but he felt an onslaught of energy rush through him when he saw you leaning on your car while waiting for him.

“Oho~ Perfect timing. My best friend is here to pick me up~.” Jungkook said in a sing-song voice as he happily skipped down your car. Unfortunately, you didn’t mirror Jungkook’s glowing mood.

“Yeah, I’m here to save your shitty ass from perishing. Here—” You pushed a paper bag into Jungkook’s chest before opening the passenger’s door and shoving him inside.

Normally, Jungkook whined about how roughly you treated him, but he couldn’t ignore the savory aroma wafting from the paper bag anymore. Jungkook had no time for drama when his stomach was growling this loud.

“Crazy bastard. When was the last time you ate!?” You scowled as soon as he entered the car.

Jungkook ignored your question. His eyes glistened with crystals when he saw a container full of crab spring rolls. His favorite! He happily uttered your name and asked, “Are these for me? Can I eat them all?”

A scoff escaped your lips when Jungkook stuffed five spring rolls in his mouth in one go. His question did not need a response, but you answered anyway: “You’re the only one I know who eats spring rolls like there’s no tomorrow. Of course, you can eat them all. I made them for you.”

“Aw, aren’t you a sweetheart~?” Jungkook licked his fingers before extending his arm to demand, “Now give me a drink.”

Room-temperature bottled water touched Jungkook’s hand.

“Huh?” Jungkook didn’t accept the water and looked at you with confusion. “Why are you giving me this bland drink? I want banana milk!”

“Shut your trap!” You unscrewed the bottle cap and forced Jungkook to drink it. “You don’t eat in time and even refuse to drink water. You really wanna die, huh?”

Jungkook’s lips puckered. He breathed, “I agree on the last part, but you got something wrong. I do drink water! I just prefer it with flavor. Jimin-hyung and I had coffee earlier. Although, it’s too bitter for my liking..”

A pause.

Jungkook shut his mouth when he noticed your frown deepen. There was a limit to his jokes, and Jungkook knew this. You and Jungkook had been friends since you were five. You might curse and beat him, but you cared for Jungkook. You really lived up to being his best friend.

“You haven’t eaten all day, and your precious hyung made you drink coffee? Very good,” you said sarcastically.

Jungkook let out a breath, “Hey, it’s not like that, okay? We were busy at the office all day. You know we’re a start-up business.”

Start-up, my ass. The words died down in your throat. Some things didn’t need to be voiced out for them to be valid. One look at Jungkook, and your chest tightened. The bags under Jungkook’s eyes were deep and black. If you argued now, Jungkook would be more exhausted. You didn’t have the heart to watch your best friend suffer. You just wanted to bring him home.

“Right.” You gulped and leaned closer to Jungkook to help him buckle his seatbelt. The move invaded Jungkook’s personal space. He could feel your hot breath on his neck.

You owned a secondhand car that Jungkook helped you pick. The previous owner said it was fully depreciated, but you thought it worked perfectly fine—except maybe the seatbelt. Jungkook always lost his temper every time he fastened this ridiculous thing.

You had to do it for him.

Normally, it took two seconds or less to fasten one’s seatbelt, but for some reason, you took a long time helping Jungkook buckle up, almost as if you wanted to stay in this position for the rest of your life.

“Take care of yourself, alright?” Click. The seatbelt was locked in place. You straightened your back and drove the car.

Present; 2023

Nostalgia hit Jungkook in the face like torrential rain.  As of the moment, you, although allowing Jungkook to sit in the passenger seat of your car, had no intention of getting close to him or whatever.

Jungkook heaved a deep sigh.

It was too cold inside your car. Everything had truly changed. Jungkook often complained about the broken air conditioning of your cheap vehicle back then. However, you were driving a top-of-the-line car now.

The atmosphere was awkward. If someone were to tell Jungkook that he’d one day sit inside your car in silence, he would surely call that person crazy.

There was never a dull moment when he was with you. Currently, the only sound that could be heard was the seatbelt warning signal.

Jungkook hadn’t fastened his seatbelt. It was unknown if he had forgotten about it or lost his mind, thinking he had traveled back to when you still fastened his seatbelt.

Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen again. The only thing you could do was remind him about it.

“Buckle up,” you clenched his jaw. ‘Buckle up’ was the second thing you had said to Jungkook after many years of not seeing each other. You two were at the facade of The Guild earlier. Jungkook was rooted on the ground for a long time, thinking he had gone insane to imagine you waiting for him just like before.

But when he returned to his senses, you were still standing before him, and then you opened your car door, gesturing for Jungkook to hop in.

Jungkook didn’t know what kind of demon (presumably the greedy one) had possessed him to enter your car.

Blame it on his brain that short-circuited, relying only on what happened years ago. He didn’t even hesitate. He just got the hell in, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

What was unnatural was how he tried to fasten his seatbelt. He was a bit drunk, after all. His brain was working slower than usual. Jungkook buckled up while wearing the thick yellow Ronald McDonald gloves.

It took him seven tries before realizing that he should remove the gloves, but before he could, you had already leaned closer, buckling the seatbelt for him.

So much for not helping Jungkook, huh?

Since you were close, your unfamiliar scent assaulted Jungkook’s nose. Gone was the soft fabric conditioner that usually stained your clothing. It was replaced by something expensive that seduced someone instead of overwhelming their senses.

Jungkook suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. In all honesty, it wasn’t just him. The strong smell of alcohol on Jungkook terrorized you—instantly turning your mood sour.

“You are drunk.” You moved away, focusing on driving once again. Your hand clenched the steering wheel tighter.

Jungkook didn’t speak. He knew how much you hated it when he drank. It brought you pain and memories from the past you’d rather forget.

Jungkook trembled just thinking about those harrowing memories. Meanwhile, despite your apparent anger, you still turned on the car’s heater when you noticed Jungkook shivering; this awakened another memory.

Once, Jungkook couldn’t stop complaining about how hot it was inside your old car, so you, completely crazy over him, brought out a folding fan to help Jungkook cool down.

It was ridiculous and sweet at the same time. Imagine driving with one hand while using the other to fan the annoying person in the passenger seat. Jungkook didn’t have the heart to see you suffer like this, so he snatched the folding fan from you and fanned himself. Besides, it was dangerous.

Looking back, you had always risked many things to make him happy. Jungkook’s heart throbbed at this realization.

So many years had passed, but you still found a way to care about him.

Jungkook found that he couldn’t take it. He wanted to get away right now. 

“Where are we going?” He asked. Only now did he realize how stupid he was to get into this car.

You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it again. You wanted to say something but changed your mind at the last minute.

“Where do you live? I will bring you home.”

“No need.” Jungkook turned you down in a heartbeat. Who would have thought you would clench your jaw and disagree?

“You are drunk. I am bringing you home.”

Jungkook inhaled sharply. There must be something wrong with his head when he wished to see you. Your relationship was severed years ago. You two no longer understood each other. Just look at you—even your way of speaking changed. Jungkook’s tooth ached while listening to you talk formally.

But in the end, Jungkook told you the way home—just not his exact address.

“I’ll be okay here. The streets going to my apartment are narrow. Your car won’t be able to get in.” This wasn’t a lie. Jungkook lived in the poorest area of the city. Going there would only burden you, especially because many gangs waited there. They did not appreciate newcomers. Besides, your car was too flashy. You might end up walking home with a stab wound.

Thinking about that ugly scene, Jungkook shivered again. “Seriously. Just drop me off here. I’m not that drunk, okay?”

It was meant to be a reassuring statement, but your face turned ashen upon hearing that. The rims of your eyes even went red.

Jungkook touched on a sensitive topic that made your heart beat like a drum. He expected you to lash out just like before, but contrary to Jungkook’s thoughts, you simply pursed your lips like you were enduring something painful.

And then you finally stopped the car.

“Contact me.” You handed a calling card to Jungkook. The latter hesitated to receive it because for what? Why did you two need to contact each other again?

You sensed his hesitation. Your grip on the calling card constricted. You almost pushed it to Jungkook’s chest.

“Give me yours,” you demanded as if you knew your former best friend would never call you.

Jungkook held his sneer. He didn’t have a business card. Nobody would want them, so what’s the purpose of printing?

“I’ll call you.” Jungkook snatched the business card and hastily opened the door. He got out in the blink of an eye.

You were stunned but didn’t stop him.

“Thank you for the ride. Happy New Year. See you around.” A lie. He would not see you ever again.

It was too embarrassing. Jungkook was not used to feeling his heart beat crazy again. He was an old man now. He couldn’t handle intense emotions.

Seeing you after a long separation opened wounds he thought had already healed.

He fooled himself. He was a clown.

Literally.

Jungkook went straight to the comfort room of his apartment. His system really knew how to cooperate, huh? He was only vomiting now that he was out of your judgmental stares.

But really, could he blame you? Jungkook also looked at his reflection in the mirror, judging his clown self. He wished the brown patches in the mirror could cover it whole.

He didn’t want to see his face—didn’t want to think that he really met you while wearing the Ronald McDonald mascot costume.

Jungkook: “...”

Jungkook punched the mirror. 

And then let out an animalistic groan.

Jungkook hated physical pain, but he had a rush of dopamine seeing his hand bleed.

His thought of wanting to die was unleashed. He suppressed his pain and anger for years but couldn’t hold on any longer.

Just for today, Jungkook wanted to let it out. It was New Year, after all. He swore this was the last time he’d cling to his past.

And so he punched the mirror one more time. It hurt. It hurt so much that he wanted to cry or die.

Jungkook collapsed on his bed, breathing heavily.

Breathed in.

A tear fell.

Breathed out.

More tears.

He couldn’t die, so he just cried until he fell asleep.

***

Jungkook was jolted awake the next day by the banging on his apartment door. The sound was piercing, perfectly and annoyingly matching his pounding head.

A groan escaped Jungkook’s lips. He had to drag his heavy body to open the door. His eyes were still bleary from having woken up, and before he could properly look at the person in front of him, a knife had already penetrated his skin.

“Good morning, Jungkook-ah. I’ve come collecting debts~” The person who stabbed Jungkook had a saccharine voice, but the killing intent mixed in it was apparent.

Jungkook touched his aching stomach, unable to pay attention to the intruder. He looked at his hand; two colors were mixed together, giving an illusion of something hopeless and terrifying: reddish-brown, the color of dried blood from punching the mirror last night, and now fresh red blood stained his fingers.

Jungkook had been stabbed and was pushed to the ground before he could groan in pain.

“Why the long face, Jungkook-ah? Aren’t you happy?” The intruder mocked.

Jungkook was familiar with this intruder. He was Lee Sung. This man collected debts on behalf of Jang Min, his master.

“Eh? You’re not answering me? Jungkook-ah, it’s New Year. Where’re your manners? Haven’t you learned anything?” Lee Sung sneered, hauling Jungkook to his feet only to slam him against the wall.

Jungkook cursed internally: Bastard, yes, it’s fucking New Year. Won’t you give me a break!? But as usual, he couldn’t voice out his indignation. He didn’t have the energy and power to do so.

Powerless people had no voice. If there was one thing Jungkook learned in life, it was to act according to what the one in power wanted. It would make his life easy because he didn’t see the point of fighting when he knew he would lose from the start.

“You promised to pay eleven thousand yen for this month’s interest. Where’s the money~?”

Jungkook screwed his eyes shut. He lost track of the amount of interest accumulating in his debt. He didn’t even know how much the principal amount was. How could he remember? He was drowning in debt. Would you care how many times the waves hit you? No, right? You would only think about surviving or grasping for a life jacket.

His current life jacket amounted to nine thousand yen, so that’s exactly what he said.

“I have ₩9000 with me,” Jungkook’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. Cold sweat slid down his spine. “Can I...pay the remaining amount next week? I swear I—”

Lee Sung slashed Jungkook’s exposed collarbone with a knife, possibly to get him to stop bargaining.

“Of course, Jungkook-ah. I’m a generous man, don’t you know?” The lunatic with a weapon slashed another layer of Jungkook’s skin. “But I’m afraid I must cut your skin twice. One for each won you cannot pay today. Seems fair?”

Without waiting for an answer, Lee Sung already hurt Jungkook. The latter didn’t fight back. By the time the intruder was done, he had spat on Jungkook’s face and then pushed him.

The wooden floor creaked as Jungkook’s trembling body fell down.

“See you next week. Prepare the money, or I’ll have to cut your throat the next time we meet.” And then Lee Sung was gone.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, clutching his bleeding stomach. He had to call for an emergency before he lost consciousness. Unfortunately, his phone was on the bed. He struggled to crawl just to reach for his phone.

Perhaps the universe saw how helpless he was that he was granted exceptional luck: he had managed to call for help before his hand lost all power, dropping his phone as darkness clouded his vision.

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Daddy's Hurt

Pairing: past Dean x Reader, Reader x Henry (OC) Word count: 1,902 Warnings: Character death, angst

Read on AO3

Quitting hunting once you saw that little pink plus sign wasn’t hard.

Quitting drinking in the same breath wasn’t hard.

Quitting the all nighters wasn’t hard.

Quitting Dean Winchester? Now that, was hard. In all honesty, it was the hardest thing you’d ever done in your life. You’d had your fair share of hospital stays, losing friends and family, watching innocent people die, and more.

Your son was just a year old when things went to hell. Thankfully, not literally, but it sure felt like it. “Dean, I can’t do this!” You hissed. “I can’t see you here and there. I can’t feel like a single mother while you’re out there.”

He shot you a look. “I’m trying here, Y/N!” He snapped. “I’m trying to hunt down Amara, I’m trying to keep hunting, I’m trying to be the best father I can, and I’m running myself into the damn ground!” Dean said through clenched teeth.

Tearing up, you shook your head. “You don’t get it, do you?” You breathed. “I get that you’re working hard. I get that you’re trying, but I feel like we’re the last on your list. Hunting, Amara, Sam, Baby, everything comes before me. Before Drew. And that’s not fair to him.”

Sipping his beer, he sighed. “I don’t know what you want from me.” He shrugged.

“Nothing, Dean. I guess I want nothing.” You said, an ache in your chest. “I’m moving into a spare room.”

You and Dean still found your way into each other’s arms at night from time to time. Your stomach always twisted with guilt and confusion after. Months passed with this happening, each time you told yourself it was the last time. Then he’d smile at you, say the right words, and you’d give in.

Finally, when your son was 2 ½, you couldn’t do it anymore. Not after he accidentally called you while chatting some waitress up. They got back to find all your things packed, waiting to be moved to your car. “You know he probably did it on purpose. He wanted to make you jealous!” Sam told you, a sad attempt as his pleading to get you and Drew to stay. “He loves you, and misses you.”

Rolling your eyes, you buckled your toddler into his seat and stood up straight to look at Sam. “You’re one of my best friends, and I love you. However, you’re full of shit when it comes to this. Your brother doesn’t miss me, we both know it. He’s too busy being Dean.” You told him, and you could see it in his eyes that he knew you were right.

“I hope you aren’t going far?” Sam pouted.

You shut the car door and pulled him into a hug. “No, Drew deserves to be near his Daddy and Uncle Sammy.” You assured him. “I got a little apartment about fifteen minutes from here, and a part time job at a grocery store. Was able to get him into a daycare nearby that.” You shrugged. “And we’ll come by now and then. You’ll be able to come over, too, once my apartment is set up.”

Sam gave you another hug, squeezing you lightly. “I’ll come crash on your couch.” He teased you, the idea making you chuckle. “Go on. I’ll go take care of the grumpy one.” He motioned to where Dean was at the bunker door, sulking. His arms were crossed as he watched you glance his way, and then quickly turn to get in your car. He’d reluctantly said goodbye to his son, and he hated it. But, he also knew that you had your reasons. Sam was right. Dean loved you- a lot, but he was no good for you.

As you pulled away from the bunker, his green eyes watched your car until he could no longer see it. “It’s better this way.” Dean muttered as Sam neared.

“You’re an idiot.” Sam snapped, shaking his head.

Things were tense at first, between you and Dean, but you made things work for Drew. You had to. Simply because things didn’t work out between you and his father, didn’t mean he didn’t deserve the best of both of you.

Slowly, you got used to living in the community, made friends, and finally…moved on from Dean. You met a local mechanic named Henry, and the pair of you hit it off right away. Dean didn’t hold, back, either. When he had Drew for a weekend, and you were out with Henry, he would call. Constantly. And you couldn’t ignore him because he had your son. Thankfully, Henry understood. He had a five year old daughter, and a less than stellar ex-wife.

It wasn’t until Drew’s sixth birthday when the two men shook hands, and let the past remain there. You had been with Henry three years, and saw a future with him. Hoped for a future with him, and finally having Dean accept that meant a lot to you.

“Hey, I gotta hit the road.” He told you.

You rolled your eyes. “What, was shaking Henry’s hand too much for you?” You asked sarcastically.

He shook his head. “No, I meant that. I want to be your friend, not just the man you co-parent with. If Henry comes with it, so be it.” He shrugged, surprising you. “No, uh, Jody called. Her and Claire need some help with a bad vamp’s nest.” He kept his voice low. “Sam’s saying goodbye to the birthday boy right now.”

“As long as you come home in one piece.” You told him.

“Don’t I always?” He smirked. “Later, Y/N. You knocked this party out of the park.” He complimented you, but you heard the ache in his voice.

He turned to go, but you stopped him. “Dean?” He turned to you, a questioning look on his face. “You knock being his daddy out of the park.” His face lit up, and you knew how much that meant to him.

Walking into the living room, you stretched and flopped on the couch. “As soon as Dean is back from his business trip, he can have Drew for a couple days.” You chuckled to Henry as he ran his hand through your hair. “Kid is like a wind up toy when he’s tired. How does that even work?”

Henry shrugged. “Miley is still like that, and she’s 8.” He smiled down at you. “We’ll make it through, we have each other.” He said lovingly.

“Yeah, we do.” You smiled up at him before your phone rang. Reaching over, you grabbed it from the coffee table and fear struck you when you saw Jody’s name. You sat up as you answered it. “Jody?” You asked, your voice wavering.

“Hey, Y/N.” She said softly, and you could hear beeping behind her. “I-I wanted to call and tell you myself.”

“Tell me what?” You were dreading the words that you’d feared hearing for years.

She let out a breath before answering. “Dean’s in a coma.” She told you, and you could hear the tears. “I’m sorry I had to tell you, but I thought it would be better coming from me than some doctor.”

Tearing up, you nodded. “Y-yeah. Thanks, Jody.” You licked your lips. “I’m glad you’re okay. What about Claire, and Sam?” You worried. Feeling Henry rub your back, you glanced at him, seeing a concerned look on his face.

“Sam needed a few stitches, Claire has a broken arm, and I have a minor concussion.” She explained as if it was no big deal. You could just picture her shrugging. “But, you know Dean.” She sighed.

“Yeah, I do.” You agreed. “Keep me up to date?” You asked, knowing that there was no way to just call off work and make the trek to whatever state they were in. “I’m gonna let you get some rest, though, Jody.”

“He’ll be okay. Always is.” She told you. “Night, sweetheart.”

Once the two of you hung up, your hand dropped to your lap, your eyes staring a head, although you didn’t see a damn thing. “Babe?” Henry asked quietly. However, all around his simple question, you felt your world coming down around you. Three years, and now the truth would come out. You weren’t just some normal mother. Your ex wasn’t some guy who traveled for business. You were hunters, and although you hadn’t hunted in years, it was part of your soul.

Taking a deep breath, you looked down. “Dean’s in a coma.” You told him.

“What happened?” He asked, worried.

Letting out a sick chuckle, you shook your head, looking at him. “I’m sorry.” You told him. “To answer that, I’m going to have to tell you everything I’ve kept hidden.”

He pulled his hand away, furrowing his brows. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve never wondered why we’ve never mentioned what Dean does when he’s away on business? Or what I did before I worked at the store?” You saw the gears working in his brain. “It’s because he’s a hunter.” He looked at you like you were insane. “Vampires, werewolves, all real. Well, Jody called him and Sam in to help with a vamp’s nest- a gathering of vampires basically. They all got hurt, and Dean’s in a coma.”

Henry stared at you. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Shaking your head, you proceeded to explain about everything, even pulling out a trunk with all your old hunting gear, and your old journal.

The next morning, it was clear that you were beyond exhausted. Henry walked out the night before. Miley was with her mother, so he said he’d be back for what things they kept at your house. Hearing small feet, you looked over to see Drew coming in. The bedhead and eyes he got from his father pulling at your heartstrings, and threatening to make more tears fall. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” He asked when he looked up, tilting his head to the side.

Swallowing, you slid off the stool you were on and crouched. “Baby, Daddy’s hurt.” You told him, taking his little hands in yours. His little green eyes widened with fear. “He was with Aunt Jody, Uncle Sam, and Claire. And there was an accident.”

“Is Daddy okay?!” He whimpered, tears filling his eyes, breaking your heart.

How did you explain this to a 6 year old? “Daddy’s having a hard time waking up.” That was the best way you could think to put it. “He’s in the hospital, but Aunt Jody promised to tell mommy what’s going on.”

He wrapped his arms around your neck. “What if Daddy doesn’t wake up?!” He sobbed.

You rubbed his back, wishing you could take his worry and pain away. “Daddy’s tough. He’ll be okay.”

In the two days since Jody called, you’d spent all your time with Drew when you weren’t at work. He wanted to make his daddy as many crafts as he could for when he came back. He was currently eating his snack and watching his favorite cartoon while you worked on laundry, making the house feel oddly normal considering.

As you leaned down to pull the clothes from the dryer, you felt your phone vibrating and pulled it from your pocket. “Hello?” You answered, figuring it was Henry, wanting to get the last of his things.

“Y/N.” Sam breathed, making you freeze. “D-dean didn’t make it.” He choked out.

[yama-does-art]

Can I help you?

Lost Light x (gn)reader

Content: mtmte oc insert, Lost Light x (GN)Reader, [Fluff], discontinued

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4K

--- BUDDY ---

Puyo has been missing for an hour now and Buddy was getting worried. Zorabora was a small Zatu trade colony, it shouldn’t be this hard to find a glowing amorphic slimeball. Stall after stall, it seemed that none of the locals noticed the creature. While the slime was damn near unkillable, the pilot hoped that Puyo didn’t get captured. Exotic traders would pay an arm and a leg for a tamed mimic.

With the ships electrical systems fried, Buddy had no way of locating their dear companion. Worse still, none of the local technicians had the skill to reinstall the communication and navigational arrays to get it back online. They had to rely on a short range radio they jimmied up earlier.

Where could Puyo have gone? Was she hungry? Scared? This was so unlike her to wander off in an unknown area. The human felt a cool droplet. Damn, once the rain starts it will be hell to navigate the area. Their head whipped toward the bolt that streaked across the sky. One second. Two second. Three. The thunder shook the ground and a shrill scream cut through the street. That was her. The human took off into the street. Puyo was nearby.

--- SWERVE ---

Swerve had seen rain within Earth media countless times before. So much of their culture revolves around the precipitation of dihydrogen monoxide. It made sense. Without water, much of life on Earth would die. There was so much emotion portrayed in movies and shows when rain is involved. Couples breaking up in a rainstorm. A tragedy from a flood. The joy of children running through puddles. Yet, feeling the droplets against his holoform seemed, what’s the word? Underwhelming.

“You know, I always wondered how our holoforms would react to lightning.” Said Skids.

The bartender turned to the other, horrified. “Don’t jinx it. I think I remember something about circuit burns from Magnus’ projection safety pamphlets.”

“I’m more worried about this little one. He’s been shaking ever since the storm was in audial range.” Said Rung softly, petting the slime in his arms.

Skids nudged his face towards the creature, cooing, “Never seen a mimic this tame before. The wee thing likes ya.”

Swerve inched closure, “It is kind of cute. It’s like an Earth kitten. If the kitten was blue, and it lacked the legs, tail, fur, and a face.”`

“So nothing like a kitten at all,” chuckled Skids.

“Its eyes are yellow so close enough.” Huffed Swerve. “Say, if we don’t find the owner, think we can hide it from Ultra Magnus. We can keep it on my habsuite and take turns feeding it. That means we should give it a name. We should call it ‘Boba.’ Like the drink.”

“I like ‘Bubbles’ better,” the taller mech said.

The phycologist shook his head, “While I do not condone smuggling lifeforms onboard the ship. I do feel like it is our responsibility to ensure its well-being.”

Swerve nodded, “Exactly, that is why if we ta-“ the thunder crackled above. Then the creature let out a piercing cry. “What the Frag was that? What happened? Is it hurt?”

Rung struggled to grip the fluid creature as it wriggled in his arms. “I think that it’s frightened, the poor thing. Maybe we should go inside so it can calm down.”

“Ai. Probably for the best. Rains coming down hard. I don’t know about you, but soggy clothes aren’t that comfortable,” supplied skids.

Just then, a voice echoed across the still busy street, causing the bots to jump. The three turned. The sound was getting closer, until a small bipedal being could be seen barreling towards them.

Puuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyoooooo!

Swerve gasp. It was a human. A real human. They practically slid in front of them, panting. When they looked up, they were radiating pure joy. In the rain, they looked mesmerizing.

“You found her,” They  said.

Skids and Rung looked at them with awe when the mimic vaulted into their arms. The effect was instant. The creature was purring as the human held them closure, relief on their face.

“You must be the owner,” said Rung smiling. “I am glad we were able to find you. The strength of your bond with each other is quite evident.”

The organic looked up, at all of them. “You have no idea. She is like family and I can’t thank you enough.” They then pointed at the building across the way. A bar. “Let me buy you a drink, it’s the least I can do.”

Rung frowned slightly, “Well you see-”

But he was cut off by the human, “I insist. Come on before we all get drenched,” they said. Their laughter was loud and boisterous.

Swerve looked at his companion, his shake with excitement, despite the fact that he was in his projected form. “Can we? I mean they did invite us.”

“It would be rude not to,” said Rung slowly.

Skids motioned them to follow, “You heard him, let's go.”

The minibot thought to himself. The rush of emotions from the human appearing out of nowhere to the constant pressure sensors triggering against the downpour. It made him feel lightheaded. Maybe this is why so much of human media portrays historic moments in the rain.

--- RUNG ---

Somehow through a whirlwind of events, Rung ended up here, on a remote organic settlement, at a restaurant, soon to be seated next to a human. His companions looked just as excited as he felt. As the most outgoing of the group, Skids looked ecstatic. He was like a sparkling with the way his head swiveled at every sight and sound. Next to him, Swerve had a more anxious expression. No doubt in anticipation from finally meeting a member of the species that occupied his interest.

As for himself, it had been a long time since he had felt this giddy. When he first began his search for the mimics owner, it was more out of civic duty. The creature had obviously been domesticated and it pained him to find such small thing lost and forgotten. He did not expect the sheer force of love and affection the human had for the creature, it was beautiful. Then in an instant, all that love and gratitude was projected onto him when they thanked him, it made his spark swell. There was such intensity in their optics, it felt like for the first time in centuries, he had been SEEN. He simply had to learn more about this individual.

“This is actually happening,” Swerve. mumbled to himself.

Next to him, Skids hung an arm around the man, “Easy there. You’ll be fine. Don’t overthink it.”

The minibot shot a pained look back. “Don’t overthink it. Don’t tell me that. It's like telling my processor to do the exact opposite.”

“Then talk it out bud. It's just a conversation. You're good at those.”

Rung smiled. It was nice to see Skids ease Swerve’s nervousness. His assurances did help as the mech calmed down. Just in time, the human strolled to the table, fabric in one hand and a plate of food in another.

“Here are some towels to dry yourselves with.” They said, passing the white cloth fragments to the mechs, then placing the plate down with a smile, “So the Zatu call this dish a Zeebriska. It’s the closest thing to Nachos I have eaten in a long time, feel free to have some.”

“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” replied Rung

“Though we really appreciate the gesture,” added Swerve. “After all we just re-I mean we just ate not too long ago.”

Wait, was that a smirk from the human? Rung could have sworn he saw their face looked amused, if only for a second. Then they shrugged, “More for me. I was serious earlier. If you see anything on the menu, it's my treat.”

“Thanks. You know, we never actually caught your name.” Said Skids.

The human laughed, “Right sorry, call me Buddy. And you said that you were Skids, Swerve and Rung. Did I get that correct?”

“Right on the money,” said Swerve. “So how did you end up out here?”

“I can ask you the same thing. I haven’t met another human in years.’m a courier. I deliver mail and other goods to remote settlements across the system.”

Swerve lit up, “You’re a regular adventurer then.”

Buddy smirked, “Something like that. Though I am stranded here for the moment. My ship's electrical systems got fried during a stellar storm in the Bybax System, with it, all navigational and communication equipment was lost. I haven’t been able to fix it since.”

Skids tilted his head, “Isn’t that two star systems away. How did you get here?”

“Hitched a ride with a Gren cargo freighter for three-quarters the way, then I piloted the rest.”

“No way you could have steered your ship on sight alone.” Skids gasp.

“Give me some credit. I had a calculator too.”

The other clapped, “You got skill, bud. I’ll give you that.”

Swerve shifted in his seat, “Yet you said you're still stranded?”

“It wasn’t exactly a soft landing.” they said. “I can handle structural repairs, it’s just I am clueless when it comes to anything software related. So I am grounded until I can find someone to fix the damage or I need to abandon the craft.”

The minibot nearly jumped, “Maybe you can come with us. We might have people that can help with that.”

“Swerve,” Rung warned. It's not that he didn’t want to help this individual, but it would be against ship policy to bring an alien race aboard. It was one thing, bringing a mimic. Those were non-organic, requiring little to no maintenance. This was a living, breathing sentient.

“Come on, Rung. Don’t you feel a little bad for them. We just need to convince Rodimus and Drift. Then Magnus will have to agree. You know we have room and the resources.”

“Look guys,” Buddy said, catching the bot's attention. “This is obviously a hot subject for you. I don’t want you to get in trouble on my behalf. If you really want to help, send me to your superiors and let me try to try to hash out a deal.”

Skids scratched his head, “Well, it might be a little more complicated than that.”

Everything paused. In an instant, the three autobots conversed over their comm units.

:Swerve: We should tell them. ::

:Skids: Okay, so you do it. ::

:Swerve: What? Why me? ::

:Skids: You were the one to offer our help. Gotta follow through. ::

:Swerve: What if I spook them. I mean, Cybertronians are universally hated around here. ::

:Skids: You just don’t want them to hate you. ::

:Swerve: You. You’re the worst. ::

:Rung: That’s enough, I will tell them. However you will be the one to appeal to Ultra Magnus. ::

:Swerve: Fine. Just promise me that you’ll back me when UM asks what happened. ::

:Skids: Course. ::

:Rung: You have my support. Now we have kept our guest waiting long enough. ::

Rung checked his internal clock. Their conversation lasted less than a minute. The human was still consuming their meal. He cleared his throat, taking hold of his glasses. “Buddy, there is something important we have neglected to mention.”

A quick glance to his fellow crew members. Both leaning in for the big reveal. Swerve looked like he was about to go offline at any moment, while Skids barely could hide a grin. Back to the human, they hummed in response, brow raised.

Rung frowned, “The truth is that we are Cybertronians disguised as humans.”

Dead silent between the three of them. Rung tracked her expression in real time. From the furl of the brow, widening eyes, and swallowing in quick succession. What he did not expect was an abrupt laugh. “Noble. I knew you weren’t human but cybertronian? It's an honor.”

Skids laughed along with the human, “You’re pretty clever. I like that.”

Swerve was on his feet, “You knew!? When? How?”

They shrugged, “As soon as you introduced yourselves. You see, we humans have a knack for picking up differences in our own. For example, ” Buddy held out a hand to Swerve. “May I?”

Swerve’s EM field was surging. Rung looked around, fearing the other xenos might pick up such a strong signature. Evidently, none seemed to notice, or at the very least contributed to the storm outside. It did not help that Skids was nearly keeled over from his giggling. “Sure,” the minibot squeaked.

Buddy cupped two hands around his one. “Incredible. Such a tightly knit hard-light matrix. Sorry, off-topic. For example, your skin may feel the same as mine, but it doesn’t have any blemishes. Signs of natural wear and tear. We also have small hairs across our body and we produce oils and pheromones. While humans aren’t normally conscious of those facts, the absence of it can be disconcerting.” They let go, “Apologies if I made you uncomfortable.”

The minibot’s projection flickered, but he shook his head, “No. Not uncomfortable. Never been better.”

Rung did not realize he too was leaning in with their explanation. “Fascinating. And this is an ability that you share with the rest of your species?”

“It’s not really an ability as it is an aspect of our psychology. Anything that can be described as human-but-not-quite makes us incredibly uneasy. Hone in on those traits, and you have a better chance of determining friend from foe, or in this case,” Buddy winked, “deciding if these nice strangers are actually aliens.”

Rung coughed, ignoring the frazzled EM of Swerve, “Yet you don’t seem upset at all.”

“Not in the slightest. If anything, I am impressed. Humans are a good choice. Squishy, unassuming. Not to mention, practically pocket sized to the rest of the galaxy.”

“Pocket size?” Skids wheezed. “Did my translator short, or did you admit your entire race was tiny?”

Buddy threw their arms up, “Of course I did. It’s almost comical how nearly everyone I come across has to look down at me. I am willing to bet my ship that in your true form, I can fit in the palm of your hand. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You got me. Though, I can think of a few species that are larger than us.”

They chuckled. “Because that is a reassuring thought. On a serious note, is that why you don’t want me to speak with your captain?”

“It’s not so much as the captain, as it is his Second in Command,” explained Swerve. “You see, our SiC is stickler about rules. Some of those rules are very specific in how we handle contact with other aliens, especially organics.”

The human hummed in acknowledgment, “Well I’m game, what is the proper way to contact your ship?”

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi! I hope you're doing well🥰

Can I be greedy? I NEED me something from the kiss prompt lust if you're willing, of just about any of them, for Autumn (Rosie) and Steve? I genuinely cannot pick, there are at least 10 kinds I'd die to read about🥲 I miss them.

(No pressure!)

eeeeee, I miss them too! I choose --a kiss after a small rejection-- because we all know I love me a bit of angst before the fluff with 🍁 Steve Rogers x super soldier!reader 🍁 [one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024]

Warnings for not much (super mild cursing) except please remember that this reader chose the name Autumn Rose Barnes after rescued from Hydra. Steve calls you 'Rosie,' zero other physical or personal descriptors. It's not an OC! Sorry to lecture, but I've gotten complaints and needed to explain this multiple times...Also, you and Steve adopted a German Shepard mix named Maple. WC 1370

Your Team, an Autumn Is Healing tale

With the fastest, most forceful, super soldier movements you can manage, you shred the single page of paper in your hands.

Those cowards delivered it while you were in your garden. They put it under your door, far back in the building, and they ran away with their tails between their legs.

“‘Not able to authorize you at this time’ MY ASS,” you screech.

“I’m sure the Council didn’t make the decision lightly.” Steve diligently picks up tiny pieces off the carpet as you toss them everywhere.

It’s all you can do not to burst straight through the walls.

“How dare they? Have I not done enough?! What more do they want??”

You aren’t an Avenger, not now, maybe not ever, and the future just looks blank when before it seemed so clear.

You can fight—you should fight,—so why not put you to work? Why not let you on the damn Team?

“They don’t trust me,” you think aloud. “All this power, and no one wants me.”

He stops at the trash and puts his hands on his hips, dejected. “That’s not—Sit down, okay? This isn’t about any of that. You are wanted and trusted here.”

“I can pull my weight, Steve. I can give back what you all have given me. I can be a team player, I promise, please. PLEASE. Tell them. Please tell them I’m ready.”

“Rosie, no one doubts you are ready or capable or any of that, and you are part of the team. More importantly, I am on your team. We all are. Only thing that happened today is some bureaucrats covered their asses—“

You and maple cock your heads in shock, but the language changes nothing.

“Then why can’t I be of use?!”

“Here,” he specifies. “In here, in the compound, of course, we trust you. You know this place. You know all of us. But sweetheart, there is so much out there.”

He changes tactics. “We don’t need—I mean, the Council doesn’t see—you were trained as a soldier, yes, but that’s not who you are. That was so you’d obey their commands. The rest of us, we’re grunts. And frankly, I’m glad you won’t be in harm’s way.”

After thinking for a few seconds, something obvious occurs to you. Steve always fights for what you want, and he’s…not now.

You rush toward him with an accusatory finger up. “You did this.”

“What? No,” Steve balks.

“You did this, didn’t you? That’s what you told them to get them to say ‘no.’ You told them I wasn’t up to it, not a real soldier. You told them I’m not cut out for the Team because you didn’t want me fighting beside you.”

“I said I wanted you safe,” he tries softly.

It’s not a wall you’re about to burst through. “You took my chance!”

“Rosie, that’s ridiculous. I never—“

His phone makes a noise like a foghorn—the call to the jets. Danger. The Team needs him.

You both look up from his hip at the same time, eyes locked between fury and compliance.

“Better go.” You scowl. “Wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

His face falls, and he stands there, listening to the alarm sound again, then again.

Without another word, Steve gives up and leaves.

You lock the door and remove his entrance privileges. It won’t keep him out, but it will slow him down and make a point when he returns.

If he wants to keep the battlefield personal, then this can be your domain. He can apply to participate. He can go through a crucible of grueling interviews and tests and then last-minute, made-up tests because they just wanted to find one reason…

And Steve handed it to them on a silver platter.

When he comes back he tries the door. You can hear the mechanical lock beep in rejection of his hand print. He tries again. He knocks, he calls out with a louder knock, and then, finally, he uses the override command, the one that they technically all have because you can’t be trusted. Not really. Not fully.

He enters the dark rooms quietly.

You’re on the bed, laying with your hands wedged between your thighs, Maple’s belly warming your feet, the window blinds all the way up, moonlight and stars visible as a small comfort.

He doesn’t know if you’re asleep or awake until you speak.

“What was the point—why put me through all this if I can’t help? Am I just a thing to breed?”

“Rosie, honey, that is not and never has been true.” Clearly cautious from your argument, Steve stays a short distance away.

“Then why did no one look for me? I was right there, strapped down for years, because that was my purpose, that’s what I was created fo—”

“So was I,” he exclaims gruffly. “I was made to do one thing, and one thing only, and I still sat in the Arctic for seventy years! It doesn’t prove shit—“ he kneels down beside the bed, holding your hands and whispering pleas into you skin “—and no one but you can define your purpose.” 

Maple whines and bows her head over the edge.

”I want you,” he continues. “I trust you. If it makes me selfish to…fine, I’m selfish. So be it. I don’t want you out there with me, I’m sorry. I don’t. See, I lost people when they got sick, when they went to war, when I went to war, when I came back, when I didn’t come back.”

He pauses, tracing small patterns over your thumb while he squeezes your hands.

“Please. Please, sweetheart. Just give me this one thing because even though you have a serum, I can’t…I can’t imagine…if anything ever…

“We are super. We are not indestructible,” he admits. “Losing you would destroy me.”

Steve looks fragile, his features shadowed by more than the night.

“You don’t need to become an Avenger. We are already on your team. We are your team. You have nothing to earn. You have nothing to fight for. We lo—I love you. I’m in awe of you because you became so much more than they tried to make you be.”

The dog howls gently in agreement.

“Me and Maple are your biggest fans, too.”

Said ‘fan’ harrumphs on cue, making Steve burst into a smile.

“There’s a whole fan club. We have a slogan—‘Go Autumn’—there’s gonna be t-shirts and scarves.” He drops your hand to spring up. “We’re your cheerleaders, right, girl? See?”

He hurdles over you to his side of the bed and starts hopping up and down with his fists in the air. Maple goes ballistic barking.

“RAH, RAH, ROSIE! RAH, RAH, ROSIE!”

Steven Grant Rogers, born the fourth of July, one-hundred plus years ago, jumps on the bed, bouncing till you reluctantly roll off and stand. 

Maple gets down with Steve, panting, and watches intently, thinking her dad has really lost the plot in a super fun way. Maybe she’ll get a treat even.

He steps in front of you, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Wha’d’ya say, Miss, can I be on your team? Do you want me? You trust me?”

If you weren’t so close to tears, you would have answered him immediately. Instead, you hum.

He scoffs. “You Barneses are so picky.”

Steve pulls you into a hug, lifts your chin and says softly against your lips, “go, Autumn, go,” before capturing you in his zeal.

The truth of it is you know he wants you, and you know he trusts you. Knowing that Steve feared for your safety makes you more anxious to have him out there.

You hold him tighter.

He's right, of course, that risk is everywhere and nothing is promised. How could he say 'no' to peace of mind? You'll never be lost. He will never lose this one thing.

Though you will not be joining the Avengers, one of the many things you are a part of is this: a slow dance in the dark with a good man.

A slow, slow dance between his tongue and yours, that is.

After what feels like hours of him kissing you so sweetly, Maple is bored and stretching into a ready stance.

She yips indignantly.

You pull away from Steve. “I know, girl. I always want him to come home, too.”

He rests his forehead to yours. “She’s right. I should respect her mom’s independence.”

Maple squeals and flicks her head (and ears) to the side. Where’s her treat, you crazies? She put up with your tension all night, and she deserves a reward.

Ransom Drysdale and a kiss as a 'yes' ⬅️ ➡️ Lloyd Hansen and a kiss on a place of insecurity

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 5: Keep Quiet

“My, it almost looks… pretty when the sun’s allowed out. With the ashes it almost looks like falling snow.” I marvel at the embers billowing in the wind as Polly leads me through the streets. When we get to the Garrison she points to the door.

“I’ll leave you here. I’ll be back within the hour, I just need to run a few errands.”

I frown. “Why do I feel like I this is babysitting? I could just stay home.”

Polly gives me a wink. “Call this a girl’s day, if you will. Ada’s been avoiding me. Now wait here, I’ll be back.”

She gives me one final push towards the pub and I walk inside to the familiar smell of cigars and alcohol, the atmosphere still dripping with potential violence threatening to spill over. Only this time there’s a barmaid to greet me instead of Harry. She’s good-looking, I’ll give her that. Soft hazel eyes, honey blonde hair, and a kind of look that encourages love but still shows she’s seen her fair share of sorrow.

“Hello, dear. What’ll it be?”

I take a seat at the bar. “Hello to you too! I’ll just take some water, please.”

She tilts her head in surprise. “Only water? I’m not even sure we serve that. No liquor?”

“I’ll be caught dead before I’m found with alcohol.” I shake my head. “May I guess that’s an Irish accent?”

“Indeed, yes. And that’s American?”

“Clear as a bell. What’s your name?”

The barmaid offers a friendly smile. “Grace.”

I offer a hand and we both shake. “Lovely to meet you! I’m Verena. What’s your business here?”

This makes Grace’s eyes cloud with suspicion. “Since when is it your business to ask?”

I shrug. “Just am. I’m stuck here with no family, so I’m always curious to know what brings people here of all places. It’s not exactly the prime vacation spot.”

Grace giggles at my joke and pours me a glass of what I hope is water. “I just got a job working here as a barmaid. Nothing serious.”

“Hm. I’dve thought someone like you’d wanna steer clear of a place like this. No offense, Harry.”

“None taken,” the barman lazily speaks up from where he’s sweeping.

Grace nods her head back and forth. “Work is work. Besides, my singing calms people down.”

This intrigues me. “Singing? Of all things… But I suppose whatever works.”

Grace finishes up wiping the counter. “And what is it you do for a living, Verena?”

After I take a sip of the liquid Grace has given me, I can safely say that it is clean water. “I’m a tutor to one of the Shelbys. They’ve currently taken me under their wing when anyone else would’ve left me to die in the streets.”

Apparently Shelby is a trigger word around the whole town because Grace’s eyes widen at the mention of it. “The Shelbys? I’ve been told they’re a bit on the dodgy side.”

I take another drink. “Looks can be deceiving.” I hear the door swing open and hear Polly calling for me. “It’s been nice to meet you, Grace. Maybe I’ll see you around later.”

Have I finally found someone in Birmingham that is a decent human being? Obviously nobody’s perfect, but at least my first meeting with Grace didn’t involve her threatening me with a knife. After joining Polly I follow her through the streets towards a dress shop.

“What are we doing here?”

“We are fitting you for dresses,” Polly replies nonchalantly. 

Fitting for-? “But I already have clothes.”

Polly opens the door and shows me inside. “I don’t think you have enough clothes to last. Besides, we can’t have people think we’re letting in strangers. If you want to tutor Finn you need to dress the part.”

It seems my homemade dresses from mother aren’t top-notch quality for the Shelbys. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I stay off to the side as Polly converses with the seamstress. The next half hour goes by in a blur as I’m propped up on a pedestal and measured. It’s almost like how mother used to do it-

“All done,” Polly says. “Now you can pick out the fabric.”

There’s so many choices. Gorgeous shades of multiple colors… Mother always said I look good in blue, so I choose a royal blue. Polly agrees right away.

“Oh, that’s stunning! It matches your eyes.”

“I’ll have the dresses ready by tomorrow, Polly,” the seamstress assures.

“Wonderful! Now let’s get back so we can beat the boys,” Polly sighs as we exit the shop and begin the journey back. “I don’t know about you, but I need a moment of peace from their shenanigans.”

“Are they always that… What’s the right word?”

The woman huffs. “There is no word to describe those boys. And yes, they are.”

We get back and I head to the kitchen to look for cookie batter ingredients. I make haste to mix some dough and set the cookies in the oven, and as I’m cleaning up Ada walks in. I don’t expect her to be friendly, though I am still bruised by her hurtful premises.

“I thought about what you said last night.”

I look up from the counter I’m scrubbing and see her nervously toying with her shawl

“Truce?”

Her words offer agreement, something that I’ve worked hard for. If Thomas is unwilling to see me as nothing but a tutor, maybe 4 out of 5 Shelby siblings isn’t so bad?

“No need for a truce, Ada.” I set down my rag and walk over to face her. “You have nothing to hold over me. I only wish that we can be friends during my stay here.”

The Shelby sister’s eyes spark in surprise. “You mean- You really want to be friends? Most girls are too scared to be friends because of my brothers.”

“Well, considering that I’m on good terms with most of your brothers, I’m not afraid to.” 

Ada smiles at this. “I’d love to be friends. Especially if it means annoying Thomas. Have you ever seen a picture show?”

This catches my interest. “Yes! We have theaters in New York, as well as Broadway. Theatre has always been a favorite of mine, aside from books. I love anything that captures imagination and can transport you into a different world. Speaking of which…” I hustle down the hall and knock on Finn’s door. “Finn? Have you finished your book?”

The youngest Shelby opens the door wearing a proud grin. “Just did. Can I start on math now?”

I smile. “Very good, Finn! Yes, go right ahead. I think Thomas was going to teach you some math-”

“Ask and you shall receive,” the man in question says from behind me.

“Jesus!” I nearly jump to the ceiling, turning to face the gangster. “Don’t you know better than to sneak up on a Brooklynite? You’re lucky I’m unarmed this time.” Though I doubt a meager kitchen knife would do much damage.

Thomas does well to ignore my sass and motions for Finn to follow him.

“Come, Finn. We’ll do some mathematics.” Finn walks to the back room while Thomas follows. When he passes Ada, Thomas looks between her and me. “Are you two ganging up on me?”

“I wouldn’t call it that-” I begin.

“Yes!” Ada interrupts, making Thomas’ eyebrows lift. “Polly, Verena, and I are forming our own girls squad against you Blinder boys. So watch out!”

She winks and exits the kitchen to go to her room, leaving me still frozen in place. I assume Thomas is just as confused.

“We’re not really… You know.” I gesture to where Ada just left. “We just became friends, is all. Um- There’s cookies in the oven if you and Finn want any once you’re done.”

Why does he always have to look at me like that? Thomas steps closer so that we’re only a few feet apart, analyzing me like I’m supposed to prove something to him. 

“Do you ever speak Dutch?” he asks out of the blue.

Avoiding his icy gaze I shake my head. “Sadly, no. When my grandparents traveled to America from the Netherlands, my grandfather declared that since we are Americans we should only speak English. My older brothers know a few terms, but the language has died out in our family. I’m the only one who hasn’t learned to speak it.”

“Sorry to hear that.” 

Something about Thomas’ tone almost makes me believe he cares. Not wanting to discuss my family further I try to reroute the conversation. “I heard shouting coming from the other room earlier. Is someone hurt?”

Thomas seems to remember something and goes to grab a clean cloth. “Arthur had a run-in with the new copper. Calls himself Inspector Campbell. He threatened to kill me and my family all because of the guns.”

Campbell’s name sparks me to be cautious. I am in no way connected to him and don’t want to seem too suspicious to my employer. “What guns?”

The gangster’s eyes flash. I must have gone too far. He looks to see that we’re alone and stiffly walks over to back me against the counter. Between his dominating demeanor and handsome features I can't pick which is more fearsome. “I have a large supply of guns and ammunition stored away secretly. Campbell doesn’t like it.” He gets a mixed look of slight amusement. “You are very perceptive, Ms. Steenstra. If you don’t want to be sent home in a wooden box I highly recommend you keep your mouth shut.”

It takes a moment for me to realize I’ve been holding my breath. I know he’s far from joking, and wouldn’t see any reason to snuff me off and send me six feet under or wherever bodies are disposed of in Birmingham. These are certainly the guns Campbell is looking for, but Thomas hasn't used them for violence. For now. I see no reason to spill anything. It’s best to just keep quiet and do my job. After all this is not my country and I will return home soon without needing to get caught up in this chaos.

I keep stern eyes facing Thomas as he stares me down. “Yes, sir.”

Our understanding is mutual, which makes Thomas relax a little. Good thing too because John and Arthur walk in. I notice Arthur has some ice on his eye and is bandaged up, leading me to wonder just how hard Campbell is willing to go to get those guns.

“What are you on about, Tom?” John chuckles. “Trying to scare away Finn’s favorite teacher?”

The fact that I’m named ‘Finn’s favorite teacher’ sends pride swelling inside me. It never occurred to me that I’d be good at any job, let alone a teaching one. Thomas notices my smile and seems a bit put off. I guess my American culture isn’t so bad after all.

“Did you know Harry hired a new barmaid?” Thomas changes the subject. “Her name’s Grace.”

“Oh! You met Grace?” I smile. “She’s nice, isn’t she?”

He has a far away look in his eyes. “Yeah… Nice… Good voice, too…”

John, Arthur, and I exchange odd looks.

“You alright?” Arthur asks.

Thomas looks up and pushes away his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll meet you lot in a minute, just need to grab more ice.” The two brothers leave, each still with confused frowns. I see Thomas start thinking again. “I just can’t understand how someone like her is a barmaid. She’s not a whore, had kind eyes-”

What? “Excuse me?” I cross my arms. “Since when did being a lady of the night become a requirement to be a barmaid?”

“When you live somewhere like Small Heath that’s usually how it works.”

This man is going to drive me mad, I swear to God. How can he simply boast about this kind of talk?

“You have a grip on the police, yet you let them allow such scum and villainous acts to go unpunished? Robbery, rape, murder?”

I can tell Thomas’ patience is wearing thin.

“The Campbell’s got new, ‘proper’ cops being sent into the streets,” he says in a tight voice. “And what’ll that mean for me?”

I will not back down from doing what is right just because of a death threat. “It means that you eventually have to face the law, Thomas. You will have to face God and understand what you’ve done.”

Bang! Thomas slams his hand on the counter and causes me to flinch.

“You don’t understand,” he murmurs, still looking to the floor. “You will never understand.”

Keeping my breath steady, I quietly step towards the hallway. “I know I won’t. It’s not even my place to speak about this.” He looks up with an aspect of surprise. “Forgive me, Thomas. I will excuse myself from this conversation.”

There. I’ve finally controlled my temper. Though only slightly because on my way out I punch the wall, waiting until I’m out of the house to grunt in pain. That’s going to leave a bruise. I need to go to the chapel, to clear my head-

“Excuse me, miss.”

A gruff-looking policeman in a spanking-new uniform approaches.

“The Chief Inspector would like a word with you.”

He puts a firm arm against my back and starts ushering me down the street as I stumble over my feet in astonishment.

“Have I done something wrong?” No answer. “Have I done anything wrong?” I ask more frantically.

But the cop’s stern face never wavers as we continue down the dusty street. Lord, what’s going on now?

[kybercrystals94]

Die for a Corpse

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 6 | Prompt 6: “You lied to me.”

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Cradling someone in their arms.

Rated: T | Words: 960 | Summary: Tech tries to help a fatally injured trooper. [Character Focus: Tech, OC]

“Medic!”

Troopers ran past, not looking at, but carefully avoiding contact with, the two clones huddled in the mud.

“Please,” the trooper sitting upright beseeched whoever might listen, “we need a medic!”

In his arms, the other clone choked for breath, a blaster hole through his chestplate. He didn’t have long. That much Tech gathered as he approached the pair. He knelt before them. “I am not a medic, but I have medical training. I will assist with whatever I can.”

“Thank you,” the reg said, adjusting his grip on his brother.

Tech gave a short nod and slid his pack off. “My name is Tech.”

“I’m Blade,” the uninjured reg said, “this is Shank.”

Shank coughed, a gurgling sound deep in his lungs. Blood dribbled ominously from the corners of his lips, but Blade quickly wiped it away, as if erasing the evidence of internal damage would be enough to save his brother. It wouldn’t be. Nothing would be enough.

“I’m going to give him a hypo for the pain,” Tech said.

“He’s going to be okay,” Blade told him. “We just need to keep him stable until we can get him to the med center.”

Tech did not answer, finding the correct hypo and injecting it into the dying clone’s neck.

“Is it safe to move him?” Blade asked. “We should probably take cover.”

Shank’s safety at this point did not worry Tech; however, for Blade’s sake, Tech said, “That would be advisable.”

Blade took his brother’s torso and Tech took Shank’s legs. The mud squelched under their boots, making it laborious to stay upright with the awkward weight between them. They managed to make it to a large rock formation that gave some barrier from the warzone raging around them.

“Tech, where are you?” Hunter’s voice filtered through his private comm channel.

Tech finished helping Blade settle Shank against the natural barrier before he picked up his comm. “I am assisting with a medical situation.” He was not going to say that he was helping a reg die comfortably, even if that was all the medical assistance he could offer in this case.

“Who’s injured?” comes Hunter’s next question.

Tech hesitated, trying to think of a way to tactfully say it wasn’t one of their brothers – one of the Batch – without causing distress to the reg hovering over his fallen comrade. “One of the company’s troopers,” he said after a moment.

“Be careful,” Hunter said, the guilted relief evident even through the static of the comm.

“Roger that,” Tech agreed before signing off. He turned his attention back to the two troopers in his company.

“Shouldn’t we staunch the wound?” Blade asked.

Shank whined and turned his head toward Blade’s voice. Blade reached out and took one of Shank’s hands. “I’m here, brother. Just hang on. You’re going to be fine.”

“No,” Shank mumbled, voice taut with pain. He knew he wasn’t going to make it, Tech realized.

“Yeah,” Blade argued gently and crawled closer to wrap an arm around Shank’s shoulders. “Yeah, you’re gonna be just fine. You’ve survived worse, huh?”

Shank managed a grin, and Tech felt his heart pang with an awful despairing emotion. Even in his last, excruciating moments, this reg tried to be strong for his brother.

Blade looked at Tech. “Aren’t you going to help him? You said you would help him!”

Tech crouched on Shank’s other side, pulling out his portable med scanner and making a show of checking over Shank’s vitals. “We can try to staunch the wound, as you said; however, the damage is extensive. I don’t believe there is anything that can be done other than to keep him comfortable.”

“You mean you’re just going to let him die?” Blade stared at Tech, slack faced, horror burning behind the shiny wetness in his eyes.

Tech wanted to argue that he wasn’t letting Shank do anything. It was entirely outside of his control. He had done as he said. He’d done what he could. There was nothing more to be done, as awful as it was.

“Bl…Blade,” Shank whispered, voice transparent and weak. “It’s okay…t’s okay.”

“No,” Blade sobbed, kneeling over Shank so that their foreheads pressed together. He had one of Shank’s hands clasped tightly in both of his. “No, you can’t leave. You can’t die.”

With obvious effort, Shank reached up with his free hand and put it over Blade’s chest plate, where his heart was. “Here…vod…”

Tech averted his gaze, not wanting to intrude on such a private moment. He tried not to imagine if the roles were reversed, if he were saying goodbye to one of his own brothers on the field. He did not succeed.

Not even a minute passed before Shank’s labored breathing ceased, and Blade’s sobs intensified. Tech was prepared to give the grieving brother a few more minutes, but the order suddenly came to fall back.

“Blade, we have to go,” he said as he stood.

Blade shook his head. “I can’t leave him here,” he choked out.

“We must,” Tech urged.

“You go! I’m not leaving him behind!” Blade screamed at him.

Tech reached out and grabbed Blade’s arm, attempted to forcibly drag the trooper to his feet. “You will not be leaving him behind! He’s already gone! He would not want you to die for his corpse!”

Harsh and bitter as the words sounded coming out of Tech’s mouth, they seemed to rally Blade to his senses. He allowed himself to be pulled up and returned his helmet to his head. Tech then shoved him ahead to prevent the soldier from possibly circling back if left unsupervised.

He couldn’t save one brother, but he could help the other survive at least one more day.

END

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I had a dream about one of the OCs I made a while ago (also murder mystery theater).

I know back in March I was discussing different AUs and OCs I could use for future projects, and I had a few issues with one that made me think I should axe that project, so I kind of put them on the wayside. (And hey, since we have been talking about neglecting certain OCs...)

My first problem was that I had four (fifth route scientist path absolutely not) different directions the AU hedgehog could go, but each way would require the OC to have a different personality and backstory. I wound up calling them Omelas, Yossarian (like Catch-22), POW, and Victorian mystery illness as placeholder names. Actual names would come much later. The other issue is that I later found out someone else had some similar ideas, but the ideas for each are different so I think it should be fine.

Either way, it was just a little too complicated to be viable, I thought.

But I had a dream this week that made me realize I could do all of the backstories and plots, if I split the one hedgehog into four different characters with intertwining stories.

Also, much more Flower Hill corruption than I originally had planned, but works out better.

It is kind of long, and only has basic ideas I want for the plot, so I'll put it under a read more.

Omelas

Some Flower Hill generals (or other high ranking position in the army) secretly invade some villages outside the borders of Flower Hill and abduct hedgehogs to pad their numbers. After all, the weasels will run out of bodies at some point, so they might as well throw some bodies that are not from Flower Hill at them.

Omelas is the child of a Korean/Ainu style village in which children are raised communally (and maybe girls aren’t given names until marriage, that is a regional thing in the past), and the hedgehog in question is just treated as an 'extra burden' since they are female. The area itself speaks a specific language dialect since it has been remote for generations, but the village head has been discouraging that.

The young hedgehogs are taken by the generals and sergeants, who mark them as Flower Hill hedgehogs trying to escape conscription, so no one asks many questions, especially since many of them can't give proper names, so other soldiers think they are lying. The military leaders involved get large bonuses for capturing deserters, as well as for how many conscripts they have under them, so two birds one stone.

Eventually, most of the other non Flower Hill hedgehogs die in battle, while the survivors plan rebellions behind the scenes.

Omelas, possibly as part of a ploy by the group to 'send a message,' causes a scene including destruction and threatening Flower Hill in the other dialect one day, that gets herself in trouble. The military police during the trial finds absolutely no record of her existing in Flower Hill before the army, which backs up the stories that had been going around, uncovering the corruption. The investigation unit that has to come in realizes that they now have an international incident on their hands if anyone finds out, and also if the records have been falsified, then there are an untold number of angry foreign hedgehogs planning a rebellion, and they don't know where they are.

Omelas is sent to work on a farm as punishment for the incident she caused, and also to keep them out of the way while Flower Hill tries to figure out what to do about the abductions (probably nothing, most of them are dead anyway, and it could be easier for the others to be written off as weasel sympathizers and ‘gotten rid of’), especially since the villages no longer consider the missing hedgehogs their own.

I kind of want her to be named after a mushroom. I really like the name Enoki/Enokitake, but that is a Japanese word, and it is Pine Mushrooms (songi beoseot) that are the major delicacy in North Korea, so I have to work on that.

But either way, she hates Flower Hill from the bottom of her heart, but also knows the weasels would kill her, so she has to bide her time and hope the rest of the survivors do their part.

Yossarian:

A young hedgehog from a family where each member has an impressive military career, especially in sniping (almost wondering if she should be related to Wonsi, my other hedgehog OC from a sniper family, but those AU ideas are not connected). When she was young, she found a sick and starving mouse child who had crossed the border and tries to help them, only for a squirrel friend a few years older than her to murder the child for being one of the enemy. Everyone praised the squirrel (possibly because they thought they might be next), who later went on to be a squad leader/general, which makes Yossarian question Flower Hill and why everyone outside needs to die, especially if they are too weak to be an issue. She doesn’t question the war or conscription in general, though, just why she has to do it.

Since she is an excellent sniper during conscription, her term limits keeps getting raised, and she is put in an 'exception' group. Like in Catch-22, this group can only end the conscription if they go on a set amount of missions, but that number keeps getting raised whenever they near the cap.

The leader of the group (I don't know military terms and commander seems to be wrong here) is the squirrel friend, who offers to let her out if she marries him in a televised wedding to show off Flower Hill's unity. At some point he forges paperwork saying that everyone in the unit has decided to stay in the military full time for another two years (have not decided if the 'exception group' explanation was a lie he came up with). Most of the group is happy that they did not have to waste the time filling out the paperwork, but others fall into depression, disrupting the unity of the unit.

Thus, Yossarian feels trapped and resents Flower Hill, while also feeling very protective of the few squad-mates she likes, and starts sniping enemy mice and weasels in the shoulders, in such a way that they can never hold guns again, but can still otherwise work. This earns her a reputation with the Weasel Unit. Killing someone brings no joy, but she finds it disturbing how excited she gets to wound someone, since it means they can finally be free, as she wishes to be.

But what would she even do outside of the army? Be a farmer? That would be disgraceful for the family, but can they really see themselves as being a part of the military or marrying the squirrel forever?

Finally, Yossarian snaps and assaults the commanders themselves when they call her in to send her on a long mission, screaming about the lies and false paperwork, which surprises and confuses them (also the squad mates who thought she was happy), because would have assumed she would be happy to work for Flower Hill in that way (oh, but there are a few like her every now and then, but they usually wash out earlier), but yes, that squirrel should not have done that.

He only gets a slap on the wrist, and Yossarian is 'diagnosed' with combat fatigue and stress due to expectations, but still needs to be punished, and is sentenced to work on a farm.

Meanwhile, a small investigation is started.

POW

A failed squirrel scout who gets captured and is a POW for a while before being rescued. But it is assumed he must have talked or turned, and is sent to a detention/re education facility instead to figure out what information they gave (he gave nothing). The detention facility actually does worse than what the weasels did to him, emotionally at least. Flower Hill was supposed to care about him, but they have completely betrayed him, and are not giving his injuries proper medical attention. Also, he is really afraid to go back out, considering everything he had gone through. Even the friends who are allowed to visit look at him as if they think he is weak and pathetic somehow.

He is not actually supposed to be in the detention facility. His commanding officer was a nepotism hire who accidentally gave him the wrong information, and then forged evidence of him being turning traitor to cover up his mistakes. Or maybe was even bribed by the weasel unit to give him over, and the rescue is a ‘problem’ for whatever deals he has going on if anyone looks too closely at the capture. No one in the facility questions the paperwork, though, and don’t explain anything to the squirrel.

This can go two ways:

POW eventually goes into sepsis from the injuries (maybe appendicitis, although really just humans, monkeys, possums, and rabbits who get that but hey, fiction?), and is only saved by the his old drill Sargent who was brought in to scream about what a disgrace he was, but recognized he was dying. That, or the facility gets raided by the Weasel Unit, and some enemy soldiers recognize him and appear so genuinely concerned about his health that he accidentally confesses and answers all their questions. Maybe both.

Or, he agrees to go back out on another mission so he can leave the facility. The handlers falsify some records to say he is fully retrained and recovered, but upon joining up with the Weasel Unit in disguise, has a panic attack and goes catatonic, which combined with his other health issues, freaks out the mice. The doctors turn out to be his original interrogators, who send him back because his reappearance in such a way actually answers the majority of the questions they had been asking about Flower Hill the first time they captured him, so they have no need of him anymore.

The workers could actually be fired or jailed for what they did to him, so they write it off as him developing sympathies for the enemy and helping them (perhaps albeit under duress) which nets him a labor sentence on a farm (especially if they spin it as he somehow brought the weasel unit to attack the facility and let them in). But his physical injuries linger, making it difficult for him to work, and there may be quite a few mental issues involved, which only gets worse as actual investigations begin and find him at the center of the turmoil. Also the drill Sargent starts asking a lot of questions.

Victorian Mystery Disease.

Basically a hedgehog with a failure to thrive issue. They have been sickly since birth with some sort of fatigue disorder, which everyone assumes is laziness. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot move very far without feeling exhausted and slowing down. Maybe some chronic pain issues as well.

Eventually he gets diagnosed as a malingerer, and as punishment to 'fix him,' he is sent to a farm to labor as punishment.

He is very upset about this, and has been frustrated his entire life with his inability to be 'normal,’ like everyone else.

Honestly, I’m kind of thinking Fibromyalgia. I’d didn’t expect to find this term when looking up symptoms as I was about to post, I was going to leave it open ended or give them regular anemia problems.

Murder Mystery

As I said in the original post, The idea for all of this came from when I was playing The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog the day it came out (those actual playtime segments were really stressful and made my mind jump around), and I did want a train to be involved at some point.

Which serves as a good meeting point for the characters, while they are being transported to the farm. They can't exit the train, so they are mostly allowed to roam free.

So, it could start en media res, which each of the four accidentally getting drunk at different points and bemoaning their problems. (Omelas because her guard suggested she tries a drink because she will never get the chance again, Yossarian to drown the stress and shame, POW to steady his nerves because he saw Weasel Unit soldiers, and Vic because it was an accident).

A bartender has the most horrifying night of his life, making him question his habits of getting strangers drunk to listen to their life stories, and briefly reconsider his alliance to Flower Hill.

A foreign reporter has the most fascinating day of her life.

The Poirot style international detective is very concerned.

Meanwhile, the train tracks have been switched, stranding the train in the snow, while several prominent people on board are murdered one by one, and the four are some of the prime suspects...

The Farm

The original plan was for the farm to be at the ocean. But that would provide too many opportunities to escape (although weasel unit infiltration would be easier). I am actually thinking of making the punishment farm be in Dol Jogagga, the rock carving/sculpting village I made up. After all, the sculptures are important for international relations, so they could use some help with the farms.

And they were roommates.

The four live in one small farmhouse together and farm what they can. They are told that if they can manage a certain amount of harvest several times in a row, then they can go back to the rest of Flower Hill.

They dislike each other either for being foreign or for being weak, but eventually heal and unlearn propaganda, maybe. Which is the opposite of what was supposed to happen.

So, basic farming, recovery, and slice of life in this village. Dol Jogagga is protected with enough sentries that there is almost no way to escape without them noticing. But they are remote enough to not stigmatize the laborers like the rest of Flower Hill. In fact, they are a little suspicious of the commanders, and can feel sympathy for the four, so are relatively nice to them, and try and help the best they can. Also remote enough to have their own dialect as well, which the four sometimes accidentally use, to the amusement of the villagers.

Maybe some enemies to lovers with Omelas and Yossarian. POW and Vic can just vibe as roommates and try and fix/understand their illnesses together.

Omelas learns that life does not have to be a tragedy and starts to relax a bit. Maybe starts growing mushrooms and starts a successful business. Everyone else learns to find farming very relaxing.

The corrupt investigative officers and other officers realize that the four are actually enjoying themselves, and people are asking too many questions, but cannot change the punishments because it turns out they got kickbacks from them in the first place. Plus, changing the punishments would bring even more suspicion upon everyone involved in the corruption plots, so they try and trick them into leaving on occasion.

Corrupt investigative officers/military police keep coming by to try and make the four confess to something since otherwise they know too much. Maybe sometimes Weasel Unit scouts do sneak into the village and shenanigans ensure.

Anyway, thanks to the hurricane, it has been raining for days here, and some parts of my area have been evacuated. I'm uphill, at least.

But it had me dreaming that it was a hazy, pleasantly humid, raining midday afternoon. The type of day when the chores are done, and there is not much to do. The hedgehogs and squirrel are cuddled up at the entrance way of the house, either drinking tea or mushroom soju, sliding door opened. In the distance, one of the nosy and aggressive investigators has arrived to harass them again, but since it was an unsanctioned visit, did not know the exact house, and are falling into muddy fields, getting further and further away.

It was very relaxing.

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter six

To Dust You Shall Return

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

You sat in the lounge, a cup of tea in hand as you listen to Miss Jane and the rest of her organization explains everything. They started as a close knit friend group of Jane, Gaston, and Dr. Stevenson when Jane returned to Europe after her divorce with Fitzgerald or in other words, she got the divorce without him knowing, changed her name, and immediately ran away back to her home continent, and stayed hidden with her close friends help while they rebuilt her fortune. After that the three of them found other friends who were like them at galas, garden parties, and so on. They began working together and began this organized secret society with a shared goal, changing the society of the world. 

You sat in stunned silence for a long moment, staring down at the brown liquid of the tea. Everyone sat for with you while you thought, waiting for you to say something, anything. You thought on what you have learned recently, Gaston’s words, Victor’s words, they both echoed in your mind…

“You can, you can, you just cannot let them get to you, (Name). They may run this society we call life but they do not own us .”

Don’t give up, no matter what happens. Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”

“Love, jealousy, hatred, burst out around us in harrowing cries. It is we who should be able to have control over those emotions for they are ours, ours to feel, ours to live, and ours to give.”

Are you really just gonna sit here and hear this and not want your life back, you wanted to have dreams, you wanted to have your own life.

Miss Jane places her gloved hand on your shoulder and spoke in her comforting, elegant voice. “Miss (Name), I understand. This is a lot, you can leave and forget all about this. If you want to go back to normal life you are always welcome for tea or-“

“I want to join.”

There was a silence in the room before Gaston chuckled and looked up, pushing his glasses up and leaning back on the couch. “Called it.” The youngest in the room, Alexandre you learned, groaned and reached into his pocket and handed Gaston a wadded up roll of cash. This earned Alexandre and Gaston a glare from both you, Jane, and Dr. Stevenson.

“Are you sure about this, you don’t have an ability. This will be dangerous, extremely dangerous.” Miss Jane asked, her voice worried but strong. “You will be risking everything, your livelihood, friends, famil-“

“Miss Jane, my family is gone, I don’t know where they are anymore. My friends are either kidnapped or dead. While I love Ms. Haruka, I work at a flower shop that gets five customers a day. I want to have a life, I want to go to college, get a degree in… something, I don’t know. But as of now I can’t… so to the world I say fuck you.” You rant on for a minute before taking a breath and heavily sigh. “I want in cause I have a dream, a dream to have a life. I know I don’t have an ability but I want to be of some use and not just sit on my ass and just let these things happen to me.”

Miss Jane reached out her gloved hand to you and smiled, almost a plotting smile, but not towards you, as if to someone not in the room “Well then welcome to the Society of Protection.” 

You shook her hand, sealing your fate in this society.

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Over the next few days you made a call to Ms. Haruka and you told her that you couldn’t continue your job at the flower shop for the time being, you told her that with your recent break in at your apartment that you were staying with friends while you waited for things to die down. She understood and went on a rant about how things aren’t the way they should be and you agreed with her and that you were always welcome back at the flower shop any time, you need only stop by.

You had also rode with Alexandre back to your old apartment to pick up a few essentials, since you officially moved into the guest bedroom at Miss Jane’s apartment. You grabbed a few sentimental items, family photos, childhood stuffed animals, and so on, but no electronics since those could easily be bugged or clothing since tracking devices could have been attached to the fabric. Miss Jane and Baroness Emma told you that they would be having a wardrobe made for you that fit the society’s standards of dress because in there words “just because we’re at the bottom of the food chain doesn’t mean we can’t camouflage to fit in.”

So you returned to the apartment building, and now to your realization headquarters, and up to Miss Jane’s apartment. She was sitting on the couch looking over a few files laid out on the table in front of her when you walked in. She didn’t look up to you when you came in but spoke up. “(Name) dear, they’re a few dresses and other outfits on your bed. Try them on and let me know which ones fit so I cam have more made in those measurements. Then at need to talk you, I have a job for you, Emma, and William.”

“Sure, just need to set this box down in my room first, Miss Jane” she only hummed in response as you left the room and into yours and on the bed stood stunning gowns and put together outfits, all laid out to match, but there was one that caught your eye, it was a simple outfit but lovely, a white button up with a red bow, green sweater vest, a long blueish gray coat, black pants, and brown leather boots. You slipped it on piece by piece and then looked at yourself in the full length mirror beside your bed, you looked like a strong independent woman, ready to take on the world, and that was perfect.

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Now, all dressed up in your new clothes, you sat in the lounge with Miss Jane, Emma, and William. Miss Jane had laid out files out on the table, photos of guild members, notes, and a photo of a ship. Miss Jane glanced down at them before looking up at the three of you. “This is a simple reconnaissance mission. I have received word from our mole in the Port Mafia that they are going to eliminate Guild assets. Your job is to stake out at the docks today while they reload their ship and figure out if this rumor is true so just another passing by in conversation, or if this was a set up and our informant is a traitor. Since the detective agency has gone into hiding, anything could be on the table.”

“The detective agency has gone into hiding?” You were shocked, only a few days ago you were at their office, watching Victor loose it at the president. Miss Jane nodded in response to your question.

“Yes, Alexandre had stopped at their office only two days ago to see it completely empty of anyone. We were hoping to make some sort of alliance with them but I’m not so sure anymore between that out burst Victor had and Gaston’s research onto them we’re not sure if it’s wise to do so anymore.” There was a silence in the air before Miss Jane snapped herself back into it. “That’s besides the point you three are to stake out the…” Jane pauses before continuing. “The S.S. Zelda, and make note of any destruction that happens to it or to a Mr. Nathaniel Hawthorne or Ms. Margaret Mitchell. Split up if you must but you are by no means to engage in combat and only do so if it’s your only way out. You can take the files to read in the car on the way there. This meeting is concluded you are dismissed.”

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You, Emma, and William sat on the second floor of a warehouse, you were set up in a window that faced the ship so while you had a clear view you could also duck if spotted. Before leaving the apartment William had given to a gun in case you need it and a vial of purple liquid in case you get caught, you weren’t sure what it was but everyone in the society always had one on them, apparently it was connected to Lewis Carrol’s ability that you didn’t know about. 

As you three watched, nothing was happening, William had even pulled out another one of his plays to read to pass the time, then you noticed something, one of the workers was giving a letter to Nathaniel, interrupting an argument between him and Margaret you had no hope of listening to from this distance. You stepped your fingers at your coworkers and pointed out the window to the conversation none of you could hear. 

“That letter from the Port Mafia?” William questioned, adjusting his glasses as the three of you looked out the window. 

“Hard to say from this distance, since we don’t have any ears on that ship we’re out of luck, my dear.” Emma said with a sigh and ruffling the wrinkles in her dress. You paused at this and looked at the two of them.

“My dear? Are you two a thing?”

“We’re married.” William answered bluntly. “Well sort of. See no church would allow two darlings to married, not legally anyway. So we had a secret wedding between only the two of us, we said our vows, exchanged rings, and kissed, no one pronounced us husband and wife so we are only married in our hearts.”

Emma reached up and took his hand, brought it to her lips and kissed the palm of it. “One day my heart, one day we will have the wedding we deserve.”

You looked away with a slightly sad expression back to the window and watched once more. You hoped my joining this organization you could bring a wedding to William and Emma, giving them what they deserve. You watched as Nathaniel finished reading the letter and looked around the doc… wait there was no sense of urgency in his or Margret’s face, if anything they looked happy. It was unsettling, what did that letter say? The you saw it…

Nathaniel’s eyes were fixed on the window, your window. You panicked and grabbed Emma’s arm. “This was a set up, they know we’re here guys.” 

Emma and William looked out the window, panic clear on their faces. You watched as Nathaniel took a sharp edge of a cross and cut his had letting the blood flow, but you didn’t pay to much attention as Emma was dragging you away from the window. “We have to get outside, I can use my ability to get us out of here once we’re outs-“

The shattering of glass of the window cut Emma off. You spun around and saw blood like blades almost had shattered the windows, was that Nathaniel’s ability? You looked close and saw words in it, what was this. You screamed as they approached you but luckily William pulled you out of the way in time. He pushed you and Emma behind him as you three ran. You and Emma pushed open the door, one street leading the the ship the other away, turn an alley and you’re at the car. Emma took the dagger that she kept on her and drew a slit on her arm, leaving a thin red line of blood behind. This blood began to turn into a fog and or mist like substance, red in color. “(Name) stay close to me you have never experienced my ability befo- AHHHH!”

Emma was cut off by her own scream when one of these blood like ribbons from Nathaniel came and wrapped itself around her bleeding arm, stopping the mist, and the hand that held the dagger, stopping her from cutting herself again. You could hear the sound of footsteps approaching as William threw himself in front of you and Emma, you could barely process his words, letting you to run until you were already a block away, panting and gasping for breath.

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Emma could feel her throbbing arm and heartbeat with Nathaniel’s ability wrapped around her arm. She saw you running, listening to William’s words. She could head the footsteps of Nathaniel and Margaret approaching but she couldn’t do anything anymore. She dropped the dagger as she felt Nathaniel’s ability drag her back towards him. She tried to reach a hand out to William but she just wasn’t strong enough, and now she was restrained in front of Nathaniel with Margaret walking towards William. Nathaniel kneeled down to her who had fell on the ground while begging dragged over to him. He reached out his hand to Emma’s face caressing it gently before his eyes narrowed at something. He trailed his thumb up over Emma’s lips, smudging her lipstick off. He rubbed the red material between his fingers before sighing. “We’ll be having no more of that. I don’t need my darling dressing herself up like a harlot.”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL MY WIFE SUCH THINGS!” 

William was fueled only by rage now, his mind blank to Margaret walking towards him. Nathaniel heavily sighed and looked over the Margaret. “Take care of your darling, William was it?”

“With pleasure.” At Margaret saying those two words, William drew the silver thin sword that rested on his hip, and as soon as he drew it vines began to grow on it, along with roses at produced a red sap, a deadly poison that only William could cure, this was his ability, Roses and Thorns. Emma smirked as she watched Margaret stop dead in her tracks. “How dare you draw that blade, hurt me, Buttercup, and you will be punished.”

“Not until my wife is free, for she is my light and my life!” William shouted, he gripped the hilt tightly before lunging at Margaret, his sword aiming at her gut. Out of the employees that were watching, one of them jumped up and shoved Margaret out of the way. Margaret and Nathaniel watched in horror and Emma with hope in her eyes as William’s sword drove through the employee’s flesh like butter, and coming out in the back of the employee. He spat out blood as William pulled his sword out and let the body fall to the ground. William pushed the body over with his foot so Margaret and Nathaniel could see the body, veins turning purple and black from the wound, the poison already taking affect. William looked up, a shadow cast over her face, his eyes dark, an expression of pure rage. “Will you provoke me? Then have at me, m’lady!”

“You have one job in life, do it and you live a perfect life. Instead what you do is fight for what? A disgrace of a woman that is not yours?” Margaret said, her voice pissed off at the sword wielding man. This knocked William over the edge, he raised up his leg and kicked Margaret in the ribs, knocking the air out of her lungs. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath and before she could get up there was a sword pointed right at her neck, William’s sword. 

“I will not hesitate to kill you, slit your throat so that my poison reaches your brain, killing you almost instantly. Luckily I am not in the mood to spill anymore blood today, so I will offer you two a deal.” William glanced over to Nathaniel who was still restraining Emma. “I will spare Ms. Margaret Mitchell’s life, it you free my rose, my Emma.”

“How dare you, you have ground to stand on, you have no-“ William cut her off by tilting her head up with the dull end of his sword.

“I hold your life in my hands, it is you Ms. Mitchell. That is what I stand on.”

Nathaniel cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses, his eyes fixed on William and Margaret. “Lady Margaret’s favorite bible verse is simple.” A confused expression came across William’s and Emma’s faces as Nathaniel speaks. “And to dust you shall return.”

With that a wicked smile came across Margaret’s face as she looked up and made direct eye contact with William, sending a shiver down his spine. Margaret snapped her fingers and almost instantly William’s sword, his ability, disappeared before his eyes, turning into ash. Now William was left vulnerable, without a weapon to act as a medium William had no ability. Margaret stood up from the ground, dusting off her dress. “Now that is better, buttercup. Looks like I will have to teach that behavior out of you. Now…”

Margaret snapped her fingers and a few of the employees of the guild came running and restrained the shocked and horrified William then and there, cuffs were placed on his hands. Margaret strutted forward and grabbed William’s chin, her fingers digging uncomfortably into his skin. She looked him over and sighed. “Seems like we have some work to do. Come along now.”

With that the guild men began dragging William along. Emma was dragged to stand up by Nathaniel’s harsh hand on her arm, her own wrists, restrained by his ability. They were lead up onto the deck of the ship, then Nathaniel saw something, he took Emma’s hand and roughly snagged off the wedding ring she wore. Emma’s eyes grew in horror as she watched Nathaniel throw it over the edge of the ship, into the waters of the sea. Emma was stunned into horrified silence. Soon Margaret did the same with William who was just as horrified as his wife as he watched his wedding band fall over the edge, lost to the water. A tear fell down his face as William spoke, it was a line from a show he had been in, one that Emma knew well “What angel shall bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive, unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear and loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath of greatest justice.”

Silent tears fell down Emma’s face as she heard this, and the two lovers were separated, looking over their shoulders to one another till they were out of view.

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Emma was taken to Nathaniel’s room where had a bath drawn for her. He make her undress in front of him as to make sure sure was not hiding anything from him in her clothes, which were then taken from her because they were in his words, “inappropriate for the darling of a preacher.” He also ‘helped’ her bathe, this help in reality was harsh scrubbing to move sure she had not an inch of makeup on her skin, and scratching at her hair to get the unnatural curls and hairspray out that she had done this morning. It felt dehumanizing. 

After all this, she was given a white bathrobe to wear while he had some of the guild men pick up some other clothes for her, it was comfortable and at least covered her body so that she may retain some of her dignity. Now she sat on Nathaniel’s bed while he combed out her damp hair. She did not speak to him while he made slight comments here and there about how wearing makeup conceals the natural beauty god has given you, or how she had been blinded by Miss Austen’s delusions.

“How did you know that we would come?” Emma broke he silence as Nathaniel took a ribbon to tie up her hair.

“One moment. Stay still.” He said as he was pulling up her hair tightly together as he began to wrap the hair up. The two sat in silence while he tied up her hair to keep it out of her face before he stood up and walked over to the dresser in the room and took the letter he had set on top of it and handed it to her. With shaking hands she took it and opened it and it read

Dear Sir and Madam,

I hope that this letter finds you in the best of health. At the risk of sounding presumptuous, I wish to inform you of the assets we are about to give you from an organization you may be familiar, the Society of Protection, or simply known as the Society. The full list of these aforementioned assets are as followed. First, the life of one Emma Orczy, second the life of one William Shakespeare, and third the Society escape strategy which is found with both Miss Orczy and Mr. Shakespeare. They will staking out in one of the nearby warehouses by the time you receive this letter, under the false truth that the Port Mafia is going to attack your luxury liner. I tell you this because we know that this “secret” organization will be just as much a thorn in our side as yours.

Sincerely, boss of the Port Mafia,

Ougai Mori

As Emma finished, Nathaniel took the vial of purple liquid from Lewis Carroll that Emma had tucked away in her dress and spun it around, looking it over. She looked up in horror as she then watched him open the cork, walk over to the window and pour it out. “We’ll be having none of that because I can only assume that was the escape strategy he was referring to, yes?”

Emma could only nod as she choked on a sob as tears welled up in her eyes as she realized there was no hope of getting out of this damned place. She could only watch out the window as the luxury liner set out into the sea.

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As the ship set off into the sea a figure watched from the port. It was a young man dressed in a black coat that matched his hair, well most of it since the tips of it has gone white. With no expression he watched the ship get farther and farther from the port. He pulled out a phone from his coat and dialed a number. The person answered…

“It’s done.”

“Wonderful, those two are quite large threats to our organization, that whole society as a whole is but those two specifically have skills beyond just their abilities that could destroy us.” The voice… the doctor… but of course you had no idea this conversation was even happening.

“Yes, but there was one more person with them, a young woman. I believe she went by (Name). She got away, but I don’t think she has an ability.”

“Ahhh so the flower shop girl is a member of the society? How interesting. That explains why our spies haven’t seen her at work for the last few days. Looks like the Society has a new player entering this game.”

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You had made it back to the apartment complex in one piece, rushing to Miss Jane’s side and explained everything between tearful sobs. Miss Jane held you in an embrace almost like a mother’s as you cried, reassuring you that this wasn’t your fault and how it was her mistake for falling into a trap. 

“Why don’t you go take a bath and you can relax for tonight.” Miss Jane smiled and stood up. “I’ll have Joan bring a pot of tea to your room for you after.”

“Thank you, Miss Jane.” You said, wiping away the last of your tears. “Thanks for everything.”

“You’re welcome (Name), now I have a meeting with Gaston. I will be back in a while.” You watched as Miss Joan walked off into the front entry, saying a few words to Joan and then opening the door and stepping off into the hallway and down to Gaston’s apartment. You sighed and went off the the bathroom to relax for a bit. Meanwhile Miss Jane went off to Gaston’s apartment and knocked on the door. Soon Gaston answered to see Miss Jane, tears falling down her face but still standing tall. “Can I come in, old friend?”

Gaston’s eyes widened and let Miss Jane in and walked her over to his couch and once the two of them sat down she started sobbing in Gaston’s arms. He held her in his arms, like that of an older brother holding his little sister. Her wales echoed off the halls and her voice sounded like she was just stabbed in the heart. Gaston knew she would come, he already had a hunch that something like this would happen as soon as the society received word about the guild, but it still hurt. Miss Jane offered you comfort and now she needed it. The society was like her family, her kids, and when her kids get hurt, this mother gets hurt.

Gaston held Miss Jane until she eventually cried herself to sleep, he called Alexandre over to carry Miss Jane back to her apartment and tucked her back in bed. On their way out they heard your voice. “Alexandre, Gaston, is Miss Jane alright?”

The two men looked at each other, unsure how to answer. Gaston sighed and spoke up, shaking his head. “No, I’m afraid not. She… she has been a lot. Fitzgerald is probably going to throw more low punches, trying to knock the wind out of Miss Jane’s sails, until she gives up.” Gaston sighs and jams his hands in his pockets. “Look I’m gonna go for walk, might get a drink, I just need to get out of here for a bit.” Gaston turned his back on the two of you, his mood completely different from the Gaston you first met, it’s almost like the life has left his body. “Don’t worry I won’t get drunk.”

You walked Gaston leave the apartment leaving you and Alexandre in the dark apartment, only lit by the mood light. Alexandre looked out the window and out over the city streets before the two of you. “The Guild has really knocked Gaston down, I haven’t seen him like this in a long time.” You looked over at Alexandre with a curious expression and saw his face completely serious, but his blue eyes dazzled in the moon light like sapphires. “Last time I saw him like this was three years ago, I was sixteen, and just lost everything to my name. My money, family, friends. Miss Jane took me in and at the time Gaston was helping the European Union hunt down a man, a mad genius, his mind rivaled Gaston’s and they were running circles around each other. Then the man got away and Gaston couldn’t live with himself, he stopped his work in the Society and focused only on his music… he almost lost himself.”

“What was the man’s name?”

“Gaston never actually met him, he was always just out of reach but from what Gaston told me his name was…” Alexandre looked from the moonlit sky over to you, his dazzling blue eyes making contact with yours. “ Fyodor Dostoevsky”

The name itself sent shivers down your spine, what if this work leads you to one day face Gaston’s old foe? You pushed that thought aside and continued on your conversation. “You also said Miss Jane took you in, are you like her son?”

“Kinda, she is my adoptive mother on paper. When she first came back to Europe after her divorce she came with Dr. Stevenson to an orphanage cause they heard a gifted child was there. Me.” He paused and lead you down the hallway to a room you have never been to before, Miss Jane’s study. It’s what you would expect from this place, beautiful, but on the fireplace stood a large portrait, it was of Miss Jane with a younger looking Alexandre by her side. “She was the first real support I had after loosing everything and over the course of the next year she helped me get it back from the dirt up. I reclaimed my family’s land, fortune, and title, I am the Count of Montecristo. Miss Jane’s and my relationship is the Society’s best kept secret, not everyone in this building knows about it, only me, Miss Jane, Gaston, Victor, Dr. Stevenson, and now you.”

“I see, but why are you telling me this?” 

He looked at you with a smile and placed his hand atop your shoulder. “Cause I trust you, you are taking back what is yours just like I did, I see myself in you. Along with that Miss Jane trusts you, and I trust Miss Jane more than anyone on this damn planet.” He sighs and pats you on the head with a smile and an eye roll. “Miss Jane taught me when you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever. The things is that people like us can’t dream so that we only know this world of sorrows, my hope is that one day we can have the freedom to dream once more and shape this work so that we’ll want to live again and dream both in the day and at night. If I had a dream that would be it.”

“I see, I think I’d like that.” You said smiling, looking right into Alexandre’s blue, sapphire like, eyes. “I think I’d like to help you make that dream a reality.”

“Good cause we’ll need all the help we can get.” He smiled and gave you one more pat on the head. “Training starts at 7:30 tomorrow morning, if you want a better future you need to be able to fight for it. I mean that both literally and figuratively.”

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Gaston had made his way to the streets of Yokohama, to the train station taking the train to Ginza, Tokyo, now he finds himself at a bar, Bar Lupin. It was an odd place, in a basement, no windows, and a strange cat lurking nearby. Gaston ordered a whiskey, he usually drank while he composed, a glass on wine while he writes music notes. He was all alone in this room besides the bartender and the cat, the underground design of the place reminded Gaston of the vault of the Paris Opera House, oh how he missed that place, it was home to him. 

Gaston heard the door open and someone came and sat down at the bar, next to Gaston. “Didn’t think you would be here, composer.” Gaston knew that voice, it was Dazai. “Haven’t seen your flower friend since she stopped at the detective agency, heard from her boss that she quit after her apartment was broken into.” Gaston smirks and raised his glass to his lips as Dazai spoke, just listening to him. “I also found out about your work with the European Union but still haven’t figured out your ability.”

“I figured.” Gaston said setting the glass down, now empty. Gaston glanced over to Dazai with a wide smile. “Sad your agency didn’t look into the break in, I suggested to (Name), just to help you bunch with what comes next.”

“Hm? What are you on about, darling.”

“Va te faire enculer.” Gaston swore at Dazai in his native tongue and sneered at that nickname and rolled his eyes. “Thought you would have picked it up by now.” Gaston set the payment on the counter for the bartender to collect and slipped off his jacket from the back of the chair. “I’ll let you put it together, my work for the European Union, that apartment break in, Miss (Name) leaving her job…”

“…You mean-“

“Yes, I do.” Gaston said as he stood up and slipped on his jacket and began making his way to the door of the bar, glancing over his shoulder to look at Dazai. “The demon Fyodor Dostoevsky, is in Yokohama.”

(A/N- Va te faire enculer- go fuck yourself)

[pandorasbreath]

To Fall in Love with You Again

Part One

Pairing: Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan x Fem!OC

Warnings: Angst, blood, near death, loss of consciousness, coma.

Summary: Ala’Tani would do anything for her Neteyam, including taking a literal bullet. She falls into a comatose state and Neteyam is beyond worried. But when Ala’Tani wakes up and does not remember him, Neteyam will do anything to have her fall in love with him again.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be him. It was meant for him. But Ala’tani couldn’t let it be him, not her Neteyam. He has so much to live for, too many people that love him, need him. She’s just an orphan girl raised by a clan that she wasn’t supposed to be in. She’d do anything for him, including die in his place.

The tension and sadness is thick as Ala’tani lies dying in the arms of her yawne, Neteyam. ‘It’s going to be okay, you will be okay ‘Tani.” Eyes barely open, she looks into the eyes she has fallen in love with. ‘Ma N-Nete.’ He grips her hand a little tighter. ‘Yes ma Syulang?�� With ragged breaths, she musters enough air to speak. ‘Ma Teyam, l-look af-after my ‘ayih. M-make s-sure Lo’ak ta-takes care of h-her. And don’t gr-grieve over me too l-long. You will be o-okay ma Nete. I will al-always be right in h-here.’ She places her hand flat against Neteyam’s chest where his heart is. He places his hand over his. ‘No Syulang. You will be okay, you are not leaving me. Oel ngati kameie, Ala’tani.’ She manages to smile or at least hope that she does. ‘Oel ngati kameie, ma Neteyam. Forev-.’ She doesn’t get to finish her sentences before her eyes close on their own accord. ‘No, no, no! Ala’Tani!’ The screams of Neteyam falling upon her deaf ears.

When she comes to days later and her senses finally adjust, she hears voices that she does not recognize. Neteyam sees that she is awake and rushes to her side, grabbing her hand. ‘My lor. How are you feeling?’ She looks at the man before her, she furrows her brows at him and tilts her head to the side, pulling her hand away from him.

The words she says next, puts everyone in the room into complete silence.

‘Very sore. I’m sorry but who are you?’

Those six words cause Neteyams breathing to stop and tears to begin forming in his eyes. ‘Ma yawne. You do not know who I am?’ His voice is soft, sad. She shakes her head. ‘No. I’m sorry. You aren’t part of my clan, you don’t look like them but you have features like me.’ She states while feeling his forearm. ‘You have arms just like me.’ Neteyams breath hitches from her touch as his tail swishes timidly behind him. That catches Ala’tani’s eyes. ‘And your tail is like mine. Where are you from?’ It takes him a moment to compose himself. ‘From the forest. The Omaticaya.’ She smiles. Eywa, he has missed that smile. She goes to respond but nausea overcomes her and she becomes light headed. ‘Hey, ‘Tani. Lie down ma yawne.’ Neteyam helps her lie down and before she knows it, she is sound asleep.

Neteyam sits with his family while they eat dinner, his food completely untouched. Neytiri notices. ‘My ‘itan. You have not touched your food.’ Her acknowledgment of his distress is enough to cause more tears to form. ‘Sa’nok, what am I to do. The woman who was going to be my muntxate does not who I am. Our ceremony was to be soon and she doesn’t even remember my name.’ Neytiri does not like to see her son this way, it pains her heart. ‘Oh ‘itan. I wish that I could take this pain from your heart. But she has just woken up, give her time. I am sure that her memories will return soon.’

That night, Neteyams stays by her side. Laying down in the hammock he hung next to hers, he prays to Eywa.

Oh Eywa. I know that you do not take sides. But please let her memories of us return. I will not know what to do without her.

While trying to fall asleep, he decides that he will just have to make her fall in love with him again for if the worst case scenario happens and her memories do not return.

He will do anything for his tìyawn.

[primewritessmut]

H, K, N, T, and W <3

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff?

Oof. Um? Idk that I care so much about the source material as I do about the characters. I can make any source material work if I’m obsessed enough.

That being said, I like the vaguer boundaries (for lack of a better word) around movies and comics. There’s a lot more room to play with a characters internal life and thoughts bc those things aren’t as clear in a more visual medium like a movie or comic. Shaping that for an existing character is probably the closest I’ll ever get to writing an OC.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

You know I’m going to say Loki bc you got me hooked in the show. And Mobius, too. I think they’re sort of inverse arcs. Loki finds his purpose and Mobius loses his, and it’s so well-done and tragic and fascinating.

Also, I read a veritable fuckton of books and I know I’ve read some amazing character arcs in those but they tend to blur together. The one that sticks out to me rn is Evemer in A Touch of Gold and Iron bc it’s a FANTASTIC representation of “enemies” to “I worship you, I would die for you, use me like an attack dog” and I know you know how much I love that.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of your choice).

(1) More deeply considered kink scenes. This applies to most fandoms I’m a part of, I think. You and I have talked about this a lot. I just… I get tired of reading kink relationships that are just some iteration of a submissive wet hole versus dominant fuck machine. Like yeah, okay, I read smut for the smut but also the relationship. Call me a romantic or whatever, I guess.

(2) Eddie grappling with the symbiote’s need to eat brains. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I feel like it gets left out of fic a lot. For obvious reasons, probably. If you’re writing about a guy getting dicked down by his alien goo parasite maybe you don’t want to deal with the in-world consequences of all that entails. But I think it’s really rich soil to dig through and I wish more fics did it.

(3) Smut scenes that aren’t just penetrative sex. Not every likes or wants penetrative sex. Or has penetrative sex every time they fuck. What can I say? I like a variety.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

That I would die for? Yeesh. I think Peter is a lot angrier than people let him be or give him credit for. Wade enjoys his job and would be sad (not to mention a massive fucking nuisance) if he gave it up. The body horror of both Venom and Deadpool are an integral part of their characters. (Damn. I should have put that in my above answer.)

But would I die for those? Maybe the body horror one. You know how much I love body horror.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Teacher/student. (And usually boss/Secretary or employee.) I’m not going to get into why just, BLECH. No thank you. Next.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

My Name is Margaret

summary: born in the Entity’s Realm out of the love of her two mothers, Margaret Yamaoka struggles to ignore the dark voice she hears at the edges of her mind and stay a survivor.

word count: 2105

a/n: hey bestiessss this is my content for this month! hope my lil OC story makes u happy, MegRin shipper til the day I die

Margaret looks in her shattered mirror. It got like that because of a fight she got into with her mom. Well, her other mom. Margaret’s existence is confusing, and at times, exhausting. One day, the Entity brought her mom, Meg Thomas, and her other mom, Rin Yamaoka, together, and in a rare moment of peace, somehow, Margaret was created. Her mom seems to cling onto that moment, because it was the first time she’d been able to talk to her other mom like normal people since coming to the Fog. Margaret’s seen what her other mom is like in trials. She’s nearly dead – her skin is blue, her hair floats, she’s covered in gaping wounds, and jagged glass shards are imbedded in her flesh. It’s a haunting sight.

Margaret looks like the perfect blend between her parents. Flowing, dark brown hair that glints red in the sun and golden-brown eyes. Her facial features are half-and-half of each parent. What’s different, however, is that Margaret is covered in tattoos, from neck to toe. That’s what got her other mom so upset. Rin thinks her daughter shouldn’t cover her body in ink that will only look worse as she ages, and Margaret had the balls to point out that she hasn’t been aging. She’s been twenty-one for a long time now, and there’s no point in any of them pretending like that’s ever going to change. Meg’s heard rumors of people escaping the Entity’s Realm, but Margaret doesn’t stand a chance of ever leaving. She’s part of the Entity. Why would it ever let her go?

She shakes her head. Rin broke her mirror in a fit of rage. Meg says she wasn’t irritable like that before the Fog, but Margaret can tell it worries her. “Margie!” Meg calls from the kitchen.

“Yes?” Margaret calls back.

“I can feel the Entity calling me. Can you finish cooking and clean the dishes before I get back?”

Margaret sighs. “Okay!” She pushes her door open, the rusty hinges creaking. She walks down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving her mom a hug and following her to the front door. “Love you, mom.”

Meg sighs. “I love you too, sweetheart. Say hello to your mother for me?” Margaret looks away indignantly, frowning. Meg brushes her cheek with her hand. “Hey. You know she loves you, right?”

Margaret rolls her eyes, huffing in denial. “Yea, sure.”

Meg takes her hand back, unsure of what to do. She tries, “She just wants what’s best for you. That doesn’t mean she always gets it right, but she’s trying.” She kisses Margaret on the forehead. “Be safe.”

Margaret locks the rickety door after her mom, waving goodbye to her as she walks down the beaten path everyone takes to get to the campfire awaiting a trial. That door and the lock are so flimsy, it couldn’t stop a killer if the Entity decided to send one their way. She walks back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the noodles that are boiling in the pot, and washes the dirty dishes in the sink, setting them in the drying rack. When the noodles look good, she grabs a fork, stabbing one, and popping it in her mouth to taste the texture. They’re done. As she strains the noodles and adds the sauce, she hums to herself, ignoring the wisps of smoke tickling her ankles, then making their way up to her ears.

Whispers. “Margeret,” The Entity says, “Margaret. Aren’t you angry with your mother?”

“Shut up.” Margaret snaps, but it’s to no avail.

“You have your mother’s wrath, Margaret.” It continues. “Don’t you feel grateful that I’ve brought you to life?”

Margaret says, “I said, shut up!” And turns on the overhead fan to wave the smoke away. The Entity dissipates, but deep down, Margaret knows it’s still there. It’s all around her. It’s in the wooden floors. The plaster walls. The chicken wire fence dotting the edge of their property, the grass, the muddy, pebbled path, the ceramic tiles in the bathroom, even her clothes are Entity-generated. Even she is Entity-generated. She isn’t the only one, but she is the only person she knows who isn’t born from two survivors or two killers. Margaret’s determined that she’s not special enough to be the sole person born from a survivor and killer. She’s also determined that she hasn’t a chance of ever meeting them.

She grabs three plates out of the cupboard, plating generous portions of noodles and setting two of them on the table. She gets out two more rusted forks from a drawer, giving one to each plate, puts the leftover noodles in an oven-safe container, placing it in the oven to keep warm in case anyone wants seconds, scrubs the pot, saucepan and strainer clean, and they quickly join the previously washed dishes in the drying rack. She takes the fork she used to test the noodles and scoops up a mouthful from her plate, savoring the cream, tomato and the meat with accompanying spices. Margaret nods to herself, and takes her plate to her room, sitting crisscrossed on her bed with her food and a book. Through her closed door, she can hear Rin phasing into the house.

She’s always known, of course. That she’d never really be able to leave. She was just another device, created for the Entity’s enjoyment, and as some more insurance that Meg and Rin wouldn’t leave. But it still hurts when she wakes up one morning to find both of them gone, complete with a note left by Meg, saying, “We found a way out. Please, join us soon. I love you, my sweet girl, and so does your mother.”

So I’ve been abandoned, Margaret thinks. They can’t truly think she’ll be able to just walk out of the Entity’s realm, not when she’s so connected to it? All the same, Meg had left instructions for her to follow to get her at least part-way there.

And now, she’s sitting in the middle of the woods, having tortured an unsuspecting guest of the Fog, and nothing is happening. Nothing is happening.

She feels a wisp of smoke trickle up her spine, then hears the echoes of the Entity’s laughter. “Margaret,” It drawls, in whispering tones, “You silly thing. You knew you could never leave, yet you still tried. This whole time, if you’d had doubts, you could’ve asked me and saved yourself the trouble.”

“I hate you!” She screams.

“You are me,” The Entity says.

She screams in anguish, lashing out to try and fight it – the very thing torturing her just by letting her exist. “Kill me, then! Kill me so I don’t have to endure this.” Margaret knows better than to ask the Entity for anything – her mother had made a pact with it at the expense of her morality, and her mom had always warned her. Don’t make a lifelong decision in a moment of pain. Most parents meant suicide when they said that, but not Meg. Margaret scoffs at the memory. Her mom had meant to never negotiate with the treacherous being that brought them to the Fog. Now, when Margaret thinks about it, she realizes that Meg must never have thought that Margaret could die.

When she reflects, Margaret sees the truth. The Entity created her. Meg lied to her, set up impossible expectations for the future, and Rin abused her, trying to control her and fit her into a box. Neither of them birthed her, neither of them were really her parents – they were just occupying the house of the doorstep she was dropped on and decided to raise her. But who really raised her? When her parents were gone in trials, and Margaret was left home alone?

The Entity did. As if a floodgate opened, memories of her childhood fill her mind. The Entity, providing food for her to eat, rocking her cradle to quiet her cries as a baby, healing her wounds after her mother took her fury out on her. She looks in her mirror at the tattoos covering her body from head to toe, and realizes that the Entity was even the inspiration for the tendrils of smoke, the vines, fern leaves, the flowing locks and the connective fibers of black lines, all covering the scars left by Rin. Protecting her from the scrutiny of the harsh world around her, despite it being a world the Entity itself created.

Margaret sees this, and the Entity fully materializes. She looks at it and feels nothing but dread, as if the world is going to end. It emanates disaster and destruction, and that destruction is something she craves. She thinks about what the Entity said before. You have your mother’s wrath. She can feel it now, running through her veins. She feels… lied to. Betrayed. Abandoned. Finally, she understands the fury Rin felt, when her father turned the family katana on her, filling her with despair with every slash of that ancient sword.

She also feels… safe. “Why… why did you not stop her?” Margaret asks the Entity.

The Entity gives a shuddering sigh. “I have to follow my own rules sometimes, otherwise people don’t stay complacent. I can’t devour them if they don’t lose their spirit.”

Margaret feels tears rising, and her cheeks heat. “But you– why would you comfort me afterwards?” A few of them leak onto her cheeks, and she feels the wisps of her creator as those tears are quickly wiped away.

“You are me,” The Entity says, “And you are of me. This world I created is desolate because that’s what feeds me, but you do not feed me. You give me… companionship.”

“So you just created me to be a buddy of yours? You put me through all of this for your personal enjoyment?” Margaret scoffs, turning away, but the Entity just reappears in front of her.

“I created you to watch you grow. I let you learn from your experiences, so you would be strong. You have the speed, you have the strength, you have the fire, you have the resilience. Your mothers’ connection was forged on Earth, but the reason I allowed it to continue here…” It swishes closer to her, “Is because their synergy created something greater than the sum of their parts.” The Entity sounds… almost human. Unbearably so, because Margaret craves that. Humanity. She may not look it, but she knows she’s an imposter, borne of ash, mud, and fog. She is a mimicry of the real deal.

“But I don’t want any of that. I want to be a real person, I want to experience life in the real world, like everybody else has. I didn’t ask to be made. I didn’t ask to be some part of your fucked up science experiment. If you really cared, you’d either kill me, or you’d give me what I want.” Margaret says, and she knows she’s treading thin ice.

She feels the ice crack when the Entity says, after a pause, “I will grant you your wish. If… you do something for me.” Margaret looks up at the objects the Entity has brought forth from its void and swallows, her mouth feeling extra full of saliva, yet dry at the same time. She can feel the ever-persistent, ever annoying mucus at the back of her throat, just like this request – the one she’s fought to avoid for so long.

The family katana. But different. The entity has warped it, changed it, shifted it into something with magnificent curves, speckled in glass shards which are coated in dark, coagulated blood, like the thorns on a rose bush, and a black ribbon dangles from the handle with a charm on it. The charm is a perfect copy of Meg’s red sneakers. And a mask. Curling black tendrils that shimmer like an oil slick, iridescent and beautiful despite the destruction it causes, embellished further by more glass shards. “What is this?” Margaret asks, but she already knows the answer.

The Entity seems to know this too. “Kill for me. These are your tools.” It floats the items over to Margaret, letting them settle in her arms, like ink at the bottom of a glass of water. “If you do this… you will get your time on Earth. You will get to live, just like your mothers do.”

At the back of Margaret’s mind, there’s a nagging sensation. That memory. Don’t make a deal with the devil. But the Entity isn’t a devil, and Meg isn’t really Margaret’s mom, and Margaret isn’t really a survivor.

She’s a killer.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

The Oakland Ghostface.

GhostFace Killer x OC.

Warnings: Horror, Smut.

Remember Scream? Of course you do. The looming presence of Ghostface, the constant, chilling ring of the telephone…

2008:

“Hello?”

“Hello?”

Carmen stood puzzled in her kitchen with her cellphone to her ear, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She took her phone from her ear to check the caller ID and it simply said unknown caller. The kitchen is dimly lit from the light above the oven and her popcorn is cooking in the microwave currently.

“Uh…yeah?”

“Who is this?”

“I should be asking you that.”

Carmen could tell that it was a guy on the other line. His voice sounded gravelly and calm.

“What number is this?”

“What number are you trying to reach?”

“…I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Carmen chuckles softly with a raise of her brows.

“Yeah, so, you have the wrong number.”

“…Do I?”

“Uh-huh. Shit happens. Goodbye.”

Carmen didn’t give the mystery guy time to say one last word before she hangs up. Carmen opens her microwave to grab her bag of popcorn, ready to leave the kitchen and go back to her room when her cell starts ringing again. She pauses, looking down at her cell. It’s the unknown caller again. Carmen could hear something scratching against the window of her kitchen and when she looks up she noticed a branch from the tree in her front yard dangling and swaying from the wind. Carmen is startled from her phone and she picks it up quickly to answer.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number again.”

“So…why’d you dial it again?”

“To apologize.”

“You already did that,” Carmen leered, “You’re forgiven. Bye—”

“Wait! Don’t hang up.”

Carmen exhales, “what?”

“I want to talk to you for a second. Can I talk to you?”

“You can dial any other number to talk. I’m busy and not in the mood.”

Carmen hangs up and walks away laughing. She couldn’t deny that the mystery man’s voice sounded cute. She even lied and said that she didn’t want to talk. This was the most entertainment she’d had in a while. Just when she was beginning to climb the stairs to her room, her phone rings. She already knew who it was.

“Hello again, stranger.”

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?”

“Tell me who you are.”

“…You tell me your name I’ll tell you mine.”

“Nah, that’s not how this works. You’re calling my phone, remember?”

Carmen continues climbing the stairs while shaking her buttery popcorn.

“What’s that noise?”

“Popcorn.”

“I like popcorn too. Extra buttery popcorn.”

“Yep, I got my popcorn and I’m about to watch a movie.”

“Really? What?”

“Just some scary movie.”

“You like scary movies?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Ummm…Halloween.”

“Halloween?”

“Yeah. Mike Myers? Where’s a white mask? Butcher knife in his hand? Stalks baby sitters? Never seems to die?”

“Yeah. I know. I was just messing wit’ you.”

“What’s yours?”

“…Guess.”

Carmen shakes her head with a smirk, “Why can’t you just tell me?”

“Isn’t it more fun if you guess?”

“Fine…Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“The guy with the burnt face and knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger.”

“Freddy, that’s right. Scary, but nah. That’s not my favorite. Try again.”

“Children of The Corn.”

“That was some scary shit too…but no. Try again.”

“I give up.”

“You’re no fun, baby girl.”

“Okay…Hellraiser?”

“Fuck. You really aren’t good at this are you?”

“Tales from the Hood?”

“That’s it. Takes from the Hood. That shit was scary.”

“It really was.”

Carmen is in her room now. She sits her popcorn on the bed and unravels her towel, letting it fall to the floor so she can lotion her body and put in a T-shirt.

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Why? You wanna take me on a date.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Mmm…no.” Carmen smiles.

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you wanna know my name?”

“So I know who I’m looking at.”

Carmen looks worried. She turns about, looking inside of her closet and then the bathroom. She could feel her heart jumping in her rib cage. It was painful how terrified she felt.

“…what did you just say?”

“I wanna know who I’m talking to.”

“That–that’s not what you said.”

“What do you think I said?”

“What?”

“…are you afraid?”

“No. Listen, who the fuck is this?”

“Tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Fuck that, who is this?”

“Ha, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“To talk. I like your voice. You have a pretty voice.”

“Good-bye.”

Carmen hangs up again. She quickly pulls her T-shirt over her head before checking all of upstairs. Her parents room, the bathroom in the hallway, the guest bedroom, even the smelly old attic. After climbing down the stairs, checking her hair for cobwebs, Carmen’s eyes are on high alert, her phone in hand, turning on all the lights. Carmen walked to the bay windows in her living room, peering through the blinds. She couldn’t see anything but an empty street.

Her phone rings again.

“Listen asshole–”

“If you hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish. Understand? I’ll rip through that pretty little frame with my knife and watch you bleed.”

A dark and sinister laugh came after those gruesome words and Carmen stared out in fear.

“Is this a fucking joke? Anthony? Rickey?”

“More of a game really. Can you handle that…? Pretty girl?”

“C-can you really see me? I’ll call the police.”

“And fuck up my chance of actually seeing you face to face? I like your hair. It’s so long and curly.”

Carmen runs to check her door. She pulls the doorknob and noticed that it’s locked. Carmen then runs to check the patio doors and that’s secure as well. The last place to check is the garage doors. Walking out into the foyer, Carmen opens a single door that leads to the garage. On her way, she grabs an old baseball bat that belonged to her eldest brother, silently walking out into the garage. When she’s finally there, she dips down to check beneath the two cars—one is her dads Jeep and the other is her BMW. So far, there is no one around.

“What do you want?”

“I want to see what your insides look like…and not just your bloody organs…that pretty little pussy.”

Carmen’s eyes widen and she ends the call again. Blocking it completely. After that she calls her dad, entering the house again and locking the side door behind her.

“Carmen? What’s wrong.”

“Dad. Are you close by?”

“No, sweetheart. Me and your mother are still out to dinner with friends. What is it?”

“N-nothing. Are you going to be long?”

“Not much longer. Hey, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s all good. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Okay? Love you.”

Carmen hangs up.

Just when she thought it was all over, Carmen heard the house landline ringing in the kitchen. No one ever calls that phone except for her grandparents. Carmen storms into the kitchen, picking up the phone and bringing it to her ear.

“…hello?”

“Can you see me?”

Carmen stills her trembling voice as best as she could.

“Is this what you do for fun? Prank calling people and saying psycho shit over the phone like you’re some killer in a movie?”

“Let’s play a game. I’ll tell you how I look and you guess if you know me, okay? Because I know you…”

Carmen takes a seat at her kitchen island, foot tapping impatiently.

“Fine. I’ll play along. I know a lot of y’all guys…are you tall?”

“6’0.”

“Okay…long hair or short hair?”

“Kinda in the middle.”

“Black or white?”

“Black.”

“Uh…I know a lot of guys that fit your description. If this is Rickey or Anthony, I will not forgive you for this shit.”

“Well, looks like you failed. I know who you are.”

“Who am I then, psycho?”

“Carmen Delaney. 21 years old. You attend UCLA. An art major. You’re a cheerleader for the football team. You still live at home with mommy and daddy. You’re about 5’7, long curly hair, light brown eyes, generous and tempting lips, an ass for days…I like watching you do jumps in your little skirt and spankies…”

The door bell rings and Carmen is up and off her seat, her back colliding with the counter behind her.

“Who’s there?!!! Is that you?”

“You should never say ‘who’s there?’ Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish. You might as well come out and investigate a strange noise or somethin’.”

Carmen could feel her eyes brimming with tears. She didn’t know what else to do besides dial 911. She grabs her cellphone and dials 911.”

“911. What’s your emergency?”

The stranger on the landline phone laughs.

“I’m being harassed on the phone. Could you please send someone out to keep watch on my home? My address is 1075 Creek—”

“Ma’am. Are you calling us in regards to a prank phone call?”

“It’s not just a prank call they are threatening me—”

“Do you see anyone outside of your house? Any noises at all?”

“I-I’ve looked. I didn’t see anyone but they can see me.”

“Any cars parked? Could you see anyone sitting in a car outside of your house?”

Carmen goes to the kitchen window and as she peers out she could see neighbors across the street talking on the porch. If they were talking right across from her house, they would be able to see if someone was actually there.

“Hello? Ma’am?”

“I…I only see neighbors.”

“Listen. You are our tenth prank call complaint tonight. Are you certain there is a threat? We can’t send a unit out if there is not threat…”

“Yeah, because there are more important things to do,” Carmen spoke sarcastically.

Carmen hangs up with 911 and groans into the phone still pressed to her ear.

“So…you must be in your bedroom doing all of this. Look, you’ve had your little fun now. So, I think you better fuck with someone else or there’s gonna be a problem.”

“A problem? What are you gonna do?”

“My boyfriend. He’ll fucking kill you. He doesn’t play about me.”

“…I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

“I lied, dummy. I do have a boyfriend. We’re pissed at each other right now but if I call him he’ll be over here to sit with me.”

“Sure. That’s what all girls say. I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not lying. He’s dangerous.”

“Oooh…I’m so scared.”

“So stop fucking calling me.”

“His name wouldn’t be…Chris would it?”

Carmen stood shocked.

“How–how do you know his name?”

“Turn on the patio lights…”

Carmen takes leisurely steps towards her back door again. When she first checked, she didn’t see anyone out there. Her fingers blindly find the light switch and when she turns it on, there, sitting in a chair and bound with rope is her football player boyfriend in a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, letterman jacket on and nose bloody.

“CHRIS!!!”

Carmen unlocks the patio door and opens it and is about to step outside…

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Princess!”

Carmen quickly closes the door.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Guess.”

“Don’t hurt him…please.”

“That all depends on you.”

“Why? What?”

“I wanna play a game.”

“No.”

“No? Then he dies now—”

“Wait! Shit…”

“Which is it?”

“Wha–what kind of game?”

The stranger laughs evilly, “Turn off the lights, you’ll see what kind of game. Do it.”

Carmen turns off the lights but she can still see Chris.

“It’s movie trivia. Scary movie trivia. Think you can handle that, Princess?”

“Not hard. I know a lot of scary movies.”

“We’ll see. I’ll give you an easy question first. Name the killer in Halloween.”

“Michael…Michael Myers.”

“Yes! Very good…now for the next question.”

“What?” Carmen sassed.

“Don’t get sassy with me…you’re doing so good, baby. You can’t stop now.”

“I don’t want to…”

“Name the killer in Friday the 13th?”

Carmen jumps up, excited, wiping tears from her face. She can get this one. It’s easy.

“JASON! Jason!”

“Awww…I’m sorry, baby. Wrong answer.”

“What the fuck do you mean wrong answer!! I saw that movie so many times I know what the hell I’m talking about.”

“Apparently not. If you knew, then you would have said Mrs. Voorhees, Jason’s mother. She’s the original killer.”

“You…you tricked me…”

“I’m afraid poor Chris is out…”

“WAIT! NO!”

Carmen turns on the lights and there, sitting like a laboratory animal being dissected is her boyfriend, Chris, his throat slit and his stomach opened up, intestines falling into his lap. Carmen screams bloody murder, dropping her phone and cracking the screen.

“Don’t be so down, baby, lucky for you, there’s a bonus round. Now…what door am I at?”

Carmen felt her heart drop to her stomach.

“Uh…wait…what?”

“There are two main doors, Carmen. The front door. And the patio door. Which one am I at? Simple question.”

Carmen sobs into the phone, staring out at her boyfriend. She couldn’t see anyone through the patio doors except for her boyfriend. She didn’t know what to do.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I’m calling the cops back—”

A patio chair flies through the doors. Glass flies everywhere, cutting Carmen on her face and hands. She could even feel glass beneath her bare feet. She runs into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the island for protection. She looks down the corridor from which she came, staring into darkness. Swiftly, she sees something run across the corridor. Carmen gets down on the floor, the knife pressed against her chest. She looks out into the corridor again and almost bites her tongue when she sees the dark and mysterious character standing there, peering into the kitchen. He’s dressed in all black and has a ghostly white face. Out of nowhere, they run into the kitchen, Carmen scooting back and out of sight on the other side of the kitchen Island.

Just when she felt all hope was lost, she could see lights from the kitchen window, letting her know that a car is approaching. Maybe, if she got to it, they would save her. Hopefully it would be her parents. Carmen looks again, and sees the ‘ghost’ run into the next room. Carmen thinks fast and decided to crawl along the floor. Just past the doors, Carmen stops. She closes her eyes briefly before finally coming to the decision to stand. It was all or nothing. If she could make it to the garage side door that apparently the killer knew nothing about, she could survive.

Carmen gets up and looks out the window, and sees all black. Why was it all black? Then suddenly, the man turns around. Facing her is the sad ghostly face she had seen from her hiding spot. The GhostFace Killer. Ghostface punches through the window and grabs Carmen by her curly hair, almost yanking her through the broken glass window. Carmen takes her knife in hand and swings it awkwardly behind her, satisfied when she hears a painful groan from the killer. Released, Carmen sprints out of the patio doors and past her boyfriend’s lifeless body, almost to the front of the house. Running, Carmen can see the car clearly and she noticed that it’s her parents with takeout boxes in their hands.

Carmen smiles faintly, relief washing over her until she could feel herself being pushed to the ground hard. Turning, Ghostface stands above her with a knife in his hand. Carmen kicks and screams, Ghostface stumbling, giving Carmen time to stand but his large and powerful hand hooks her by the neck and without pause he stabs her twice in the heart. Ghostface let’s Carmen go and she falls face first into the dirt. She could feel blood pumping from her wound as she weakly drags through the dirt.

“Pretty, little Carmen…”

She recognized that voice…

“You—”

Before she could speak, the knife pierced her back, ending her life completely.

“That was nearly fifteen years ago. Supposedly his first kill.”

“Still unsolved. Whoever this Ghost Face is, he’s always two steps ahead of the police.” Raina said.

Raina is a true crime junkie from Oakland. She graduated with a degree in forensic psychology and recently moved into a fancy Victorian style home in The Bay Area. Her old college roommate turned best friend, Monica, drove all the way from Los Angeles to spend Halloween with her. 

“I figured I could do a late night podcast about him since it's almost Halloween.”

Raina poured the last bit of XXL Moscato Strawberry & Grapes into Monica’s wine glass before placing the empty bottle in the recycling bin. Monica’s pouty lips formed a straight line at the mention of the podcast. 

Baddies Love True Crime is the name of Raina’s podcast. She has a particular affinity for all things spooky/scary like cults, serial killers, and even demons. Raina has a storytelling ability with a velvety voice that’s smooth or soft in some way, like creamy chocolate. Her soothing voice with the mixture of eerie topics was perfect for drawing her listeners in. 

“So this is what our night is going to involve? Why can’t we just go out for drinks?” Monica complained. 

Raina glanced over at her friend annoyingly. 

“Tomorrow night we can do that. We can just stay in and relax. This Saturday we’ll celebrate, okay?” 

Monica rolled her eyes. 

“We’re still dressing up too. I put too much effort into my costume for it to go to waste,” Monica downed the rest of her wine, “Let’s get this over with. I’m gonna need more wine.” 

“Already got that covered. My work space has a mini bar.” 

Raina slipped down from a bar stool in her open kitchen that overlooked the dining room. In her oversized Freddy Kruger hoodie with black and white striped sleep shorts and fuzzy maroon socks, she led the way to her home office. She pushed open the door and turned on the light, igniting the area decorated with her own merch and spooky season vibes. Grabbing a lighter, Raina ignited a Black Licorice Cupcake candle. 

Monica in her Jack-O-Lantern form-fitting onesie and black silk bonnet walked up to the mini bar and grabbed more wine to partake. Raina moved around some of her podcast equipment and finally settled into a tufted, black Victorian-style chair and tucked her feet beneath her. She grabbed her headphones and handed a pair to Monica. Satisfied, Tije started the podcast. 

“Hello, my fellow Baddies. You know what time of the year it is. It’s Spooky Season. Yes, the perfect time to talk about one of the most infamous unsolved murders that all started twelve years ago. Before we get started though, I’m joined today with Monica! My bestie came all the way from Los Angeles to spend time with me!”

Monica chuckled, “It’s our tradition, sis. I hope you all are ready to dress up and have a good, naughty time.”

Raina adjusted her mic with a smirk, “Who doesn’t enjoy some naughty fun, huh?”

“They may not know, but I KNOW just how naughty you can get, FRIEND.” Monica teases.

“I’m not doubting any of that. Whips and chains excite me,” Raina winked. 

“Fitting for the topic of the evening.” Monica said.

“Definitely fitting. So, some of you probably guessed it. Tonight, the Oakland Ghost Face. Killer that resurfaces every Halloween like Michael Meyers. Let’s take a deep dive into all things him and discuss theories.”

Raina let her theme music play; Rihanna- Disturbia, and as it faded away into the background, she kicked things off with a backstory on The Oakland Ghostface. 

“We all know that Ghostface was named after a vinyl Halloween mask. It was sold as a Father Death costume in real-life. The mask was inspired by the Edvard Munch painting, The Scream. The Ghostface of Oakland is known for calling his victims on the phone, taunting them or threatening them before stabbing them to death with an eight-inch hunting knife. They occasionally ask their victims about horror films and stalk them in a manner similar to those films…”

Raina accepted a glass of wine from Monica. She took a sip and placed it on a small table next to her. 

You should never say ‘who’s there?’ Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish. You might as well come out to investigate a strange noise or something. 

“That’s one of his many famous quotes. Another being ‘have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?’ He wears the standard Ghostface mask but it’s chrome silver, twisted in an exaggerated, almost mocking grin, as if reflecting the look of terror and surprise on his victims’ faces…”

“A Ghostface with style. Why chrome silver do you think?” Monica questioned. 

“Because it created a reflection. Imagine that you’re on the brink of death, and you see this petrifying man beneath a mask that you can see yourself through? You’re basically watching yourself die. It’s super creepy and disturbing.” Raina responds.

“…That brings me to the next segment— why knives? Well, knives are easily accessible for one. They’re silent, easy to carry. It delivers a quick and precise kill and if you’re really into it, torture. Each victim of Ghostface has a different outcome. You could distinguish which victims died slowly and which ones died instantly. Also, he wears all black. Blood isn’t easily detected on all black gear…”

“…another thing about Ghostface is that he loves to hide his voice, which is very useful. But, he only changes his voice when he’s in kill mode. When he first calls you, he’ll speak to you in his normal voice before changing it. The voice change is usually deep and grunting. One victim, Sade Williams, who died in 2010 after succumbing to her injuries, said that his voice was pleasant at first, drawing you in. He enjoyed recording his kills with a video camera as well.”

“So, you believe he’s a man?” 

“He's definitely a man, Monica. He may not have the supernatural abilities like Michael Meyers and Freddy Krueger, but he’s very skilled and just as deadly. Ghostface has spying and stealth skills. Exhibits extreme durability against physical harm and has high levels of physical strength. Very evasive; can leave without being seen or leaving a trace of themselves behind. Ghostface has a very heightened sense of awareness and is quick enough to catch his victims.”

“No wonder he hasn’t been caught yet. And the fact that he comes out around Halloween kind of makes it hard for police to capture him.” Monica said. 

“Exactly. For a while, he’s been believed to be a myth. I say he’s definitely from Oakland, went to school here, probably even still lives here. He could walk right past us and we would never know.” Raina said.

���Do you think he’s white or black?” Monica asked.

Raina laughs, “He’s black. What do you think?”

“I think he’s white! I don’t know why I do, I just feel like he is.” Monica said.

“ I also want to know what he does for a living. Like…what do you do in the daytime before putting on that mask?” 

Raina took another sip of her wine.

“Let’s get into more theories! Okay, so there’s this story of how to find him. Only a few girls were successful, and only one survived. I did some digging and investigating and I found this lucky girl. She wished to remain anonymous, but she moved to a different state and has a husband and kids. She said that she created this successful online group for women who fantasize about The Oakland Ghostface. She got a call on Halloween and it was him. After talking to him, she agreed to meet up with him, but it wasn’t easy. He basically stalked her to be sure that he could trust her.”

Raina continued, “They met up at a location she wouldn’t disclose but when she got there, he showed up and you can guess what happened, THEY HAD SEX! She said it was the best sex she ever had, and she also told me that he’s black.”

Monica sat open mouthed across from Raina. 

“Wow. What the fuck?! I mean, do you even believe any of this?”

“I do,” Raina replied, “I can’t go into extreme detail, but all I know is that she’s telling the truth. This man hadn’t been around for at least five years now. Who knows, this Halloween he may show up again.”

“In that case, I’m heading back to LA.” Monica spoke with a fearful tone.

“He hasn’t been consistent for five years. For all we know, he probably retired from being a serial killer. He probably settled down and had children of his own. If my theory is correct, he should be about…mid thirties now. All of his earlier victims were between the ages of nineteen to twenty-one. And, they all knew each other. He had to be an old classmate of theirs. This isn’t a far fetched theory because others have felt the same.”

“He could also be a military man. That could explain the enhanced abilities,” Monica chimed in. 

“I believe that too. But if he did start out at around nineteen to twenty, I could theorize that maybe he was in the naval academy? Or maybe even military school?  played sports?” 

Monica shrugged both of her shoulders, “Doesn’t seem far off to me. Question is, do you have an idea of who it could be?” 

Raina looked at Monica with a slow blink before parting her glossy lips to speak.

“No. I don’t have a clue. It could be anybody. I honestly don’t think we’ll ever know who it is. Over the years, his kills have become so random. It’s usually young adults between the ages of twenty-one and thirty-one but it’s so hard to predict his next move. For the most part, none of them are linked to each other. Hasn’t been a link since the murders back in 2008.”

“Isn’t there a memorial for the 2008 victims that happens every year? Why not all the other victims?”

Raina scoffed and rolled her eyes, “The 2008 victims were the only victims the police cared to link to Ghostface. All other victims after that were deemed copy cats. Remember, there were a few who tried to be like him. The police gave up years ago.”

“That’s so fucking sad. So, if he comes back this year, they pretty much won’t do anything about it?” Monica argued. 

“Precisely. We have to protect ourselves. They feel since it’s been five years, they have nothing to worry about.” 

Monica retreated to one of Raina’s guest rooms around 2 am after watching Child’s Play 2. Raina cleaned up their popcorn and empty wine glasses, taking them to the kitchen to clean. She placed her cell phone on the countertop and walked over to the sink. Using a sponge, she cleaned the glasses out while humming a catchy Halloween tune she’d seen on TV. 

Turning off the sink, Raina placed the glasses on the drying rack and walked back to the counter to grab some paper towels to dry her hands. As she stood there drying them, her phone started to vibrate on the counter. She watched it buzz along the granite surface, noticing that it was a call from an unknown number. Raina squinted her eyes with suspicion, how ironic is it that an unknown caller is trying to reach her after the topic of her podcast. The phone stopped vibrating and Raina pocketed her phone, tossing the used paper towel before exiting the kitchen. 

Back in the living room, Raina turned off the TV and made her way towards the stairs. She climbed with a drag of her feet, yawning as soon as she reached the top landing. Rubbing her left eye with the back of her hand, Raina walked past one of her guest bedrooms where Monica was sleeping, peeking inside to find her friend snoring into the pillow. She shut the door and entered her own room which was directly next to the guest bedroom. 

Shutting her own door, Raina tossed her phone on a bean bag chair and removed her hoodie, the only thing underneath was a thin camisole and no bra. Placing her passion twists in a ponytail and wrapping her head with a satin scarf, Raina walked to her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. After her night routine she entered her room again and was prepared to get in bed when her phone started buzzing again. 

She forgot that she tossed it on the beanbag chair. Crouching down to grab it, Raina saw the unknown caller ID again. Her thumb hovered over the button to swipe and answer. Ultimately, she accepted the call, pressing it against her right ear. It was silent on the other end; eerily silent. No breathing, no rustling, nothing. She hung up the phone quickly and right before she could put it down it vibrated again. 

Frustrated and a little nervous, Raina answered the phone again.

“Hello?” She spoke impatiently.

“Hello.” An unfamiliar voice responded back.

“Yes?” 

“Are you settled now, Miss Eppes?”

“Who the fuck is this?” Raina questioned.

“Just a loyal fan of yours. Great podcast tonight. You know an awful lot about The Oakland Ghostface.”

Raina felt her chest grow tight with fear. She didn’t let it show, however. She remained silent.

“I take it you’re an admirer of his?” 

“Hm, weird choice of words. Not an admirer.”

“Haha…Then what are you?” The stranger said with a teasing laugh.

“Fuck off.” 

Raina hung up and blacked the caller. She felt an uneasy jolt in her stomach and as she settled in bed, she couldn’t go to sleep. A part of her knew who it had to be, but there was also a strong chance that it could be a fake. Someone trying to be him. Sitting up in bed, Raina unblocked the caller and waited. A minute later, her phone vibrated with another call.

“Hello?” 

“Did you block me, Miss Eppes?”

“Who are you?” 

“We weren’t finished talking, we’re we, baby girl?”

“Is this Ghostface?” Raina boldly asked.

“Why ask questions you already know the answers to?” 

“Because, you could be anybody.” Raina responded.

“True. But what if I told you that I’m the real Oakland Ghostface?”

“I’d still call bullshit. I’d need you to prove it.”

He laughed, “Kia Cooper. Does that name ring a bell?”

Raina froze. The name was definitely familiar. The only person who could possibly know that name is the real Ghostface. 

“I can hear you breathing, Raina.” 

“…what do you want?” Raina spoke.

“I just wanna play a game.” His tone almost mocked her, as if she had no reason to be terrified.

“What kind of game?” Raina’s body felt paralyzed as she waited for his response. He seemed to think about it for a second, the silence killing her softly. 

“I’m not down to play games tonight.” Raina didn’t sound so convincing. 

“Are you sure about that? Could have fooled me.” 

Raina took a deep breath in before releasing it slowly.

“What’s got you all nervous, Raina? Afraid I’ll come climbing through your window?” 

“How do you know I’m nervous?” Raina responds.

He chuckles, “You look really pretty in that hoodie. The little shorts are cute too. Just adorable.” 

Raina’s eyes grew wide with fear and she turned around to search behind her. The window was shut and her closet was open, revealing nothing but clothes and shoes. He could see her. That part freaked her out. 

“Raina? Raina…Rainaaaaa…”

Raina ended the call and pressed a hand to her chest directly over her racing heart. She couldn’t shake the trepidation. 

An incoming text made her ears prick, looking down at her phone in her hand. Now, her heart was jumping against her ribs. 

Unknown Number: Answer the phone. 

Unknown Number: Or you’ll regret it.

The text didn’t hold an exclamation but she knew that he wasn’t fucking around anymore. Raina’s stomach sank when it vibrated again with a call. She ignored it.

Unknown Number: 958 Ellis Street. Perfect woodwork. Spacious. A beautiful home to paint red 😈

Unknown Number: I can see you. You’re pacing now. I bet you’re scared out of your fucking mind.

Unknown Number: I have very…very little patience. Answer the phone, baby girl. 

He called again, Raina bringing the phone to her ear quickly so she wouldn’t make him angry.

“Let’s play a game of truth or dare. Sounds fun?”

“No. It doesn’t,” Raina sat down on her bed, “But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“You do have a choice. You could hang up right now if you wanted. But that’ll only get you killed.” 

Raina shuddered and pressed her thighs together. 

“Fine. Truth.” 

“…is it true that you want me to fuck you like I did Kia Cooper?”

Raina shut her eyes. She didn’t know how to answer that question. 

“Don’t lie to me, Raina. Remember, it’ll only get you killed.” 

“Yes. Happy?” Raina answered with a defiant tone.

“Very happy. Which proves my point. You are an admirer. Truth or dare?”

Raina pondered. 

“Truth.” 

“Is it true that if I sneak in through the back door, I’ll already find it unlocked for me?” 

She drew her bottom lip into her mouth. 

“Answer the question, Raina.” He said with a grunt. 

“Yes. That’s true.” 

“Hm…sounds like you want to use me for your sick, little fantasy.” 

She had no reason to deny the truth. Yes, her sick, little fantasies of having Ghostface to herself were true. 

“Quit acting so modest, Raina. You thought I hadn’t noticed your effort to get my attention?”

“What can I say? I…I didn’t expect my efforts to work in my favor.” Raina admitted. 

“Now that’s the Raina I know. The true vixen. The nasty little slut that would do anything for Ghostface. One more to take things up a notch…truth or dare? And don’t disappoint me, Raina.” 

Swallowing back all her nerves, Raina gave him the answer he was looking for.

“Dare.” 

“Mm…dare, huh? Well, in that case…I dare you to take off everything and sit your pretty self on the counter facing the patio doors.” 

Raina froze as he once again rendered her speechless. 

“Can you handle that?” He teased her.

“Yes. I can handle that.”

Raina’s body throbbed. She wanted this. She’d wanted this for a while. It’s just something so thrilling, mysterious, and vicious about Ghostface. She’d studied him for a while, hoping to meet him and have a taste of danger. Playing into his game was her plan from the start. What happens next will only increase her chances of feeling his gloved hands roam her body eliciting goosebumps. His muffled voice, similar to a ghostly whisper in her ear commanding her. The veil of seduction that was responsible for her uncontrollable horniness. 

“Good girl. Get moving. I’m a busy man this time of year.” 

Naked as instructed, Raina crept down the stairs so she wouldn’t startle Monica. It was chilly as she walked through her living room and into her open kitchen. It was dark minus the glow of the oven light. Staring out through her patio doors with the curtains opened, she could tell that it had been raining. A faint fog clouded the glass patio doors. Raina placed her phone on the kitchen island and carefully hoisted herself up to sit on it. 

Phone in hand, Raina stared at her reflection through the patio doors, nerves going haywire because of how dark it was. She knew that toying with Ghostface was an absolute death trap, but if Kia was successful, couldn’t she be? Raina had been obsessing over Ghostface for years. She’d kept up with his killings and made it her mission to get him alone. As crazy as it sounds, Raina was fascinated with him. Raina always had a passion for true crime and how the mind of a serial killer works. To see that after all these years, Ghostface remains at large, it intrigued her. 

A tapping at the glass brought Raina’s attention to the yard again. She strained her eyes to catch a glimpse of him, but it was so dark. All she could see was the shadow of trees swaying and a little bit of the patio. Raina felt her phone vibrate next to her and when she picked it up to investigate, it was the unknown caller again. 

“Hello?”

“Put the phone on speaker.” 

Raina did as she was told.

“What now?” 

“Spread your legs.” 

Raina scooted back further on the counter so she could bring her legs up. Feet planted to the cool marble surface, she parted her thighs and reclined back on her right arm. She was exposed for him to watch behind the mask. 

“Mmm…that pussy looks delicious. Let me see what your insides look like.”

With a shuddering breath, Raina used her pointer and middle finger to spread her pussy lips for Ghostface. The cool air of the kitchen against her warm, wet pussy sent shivers down her spine. 

“Fuck…you’re so fucking wet…is that all for me?”

“Yes,” Raina whimpered.

“I bet you wish I was right there between your legs, don’t you, Raina?”

“Please,” Raina stared out into the yard, “I don’t see you…I want to see you.” 

“Good. All you need to know is that I’m watching you…”

Raina started circling her clit with her fingers. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. Her arousal literally seeped between her fingers. Raina threw her head back and moaned at the sound of his deep grunting through the phone. The constant mmhm…mhm…mmm in her ear increasing the need for him.

“Mmm, look at youuu,” he chuckled darkly, “Fuck…I knew you were a slut. You need it that bad, huh, baby girl? Finger fuck that pussy. Go on…that’s it…stuff that pussy…”

Fingers covered in that sweet arousal that she badly wanted to cover that Ghostface mask with, Raina slipped two fingers inside of her opening and instantly she tightened around her fingers. Raina’s whole body vibrated with anticipation. Whenever he groaned, Raina couldn’t help but to moan. 

“Now, Raina,” He spoke with a warning, “Go slower. We don’t want you cumming too quick,” He tutted, redirecting her to slow down before she got too carried away. Raina couldn’t stop even if she tried. The way his voice sounded in her ear did things to her body. 

“Raina, I don’t like repeating myself.” 

Her fingers that were almost a blur reduced speed. 

“Good fuckin’ girl…rub that puffy clit for me…that’s ittt…you’re making such a mess, Raina…such a beautiful mess…mhhhhhhhh…you know, you’re something special, Raina. Way more than Kia ever was…”

The only word Raina could muster was ‘please’. She felt it in her toes first, then the feeling traveled up her legs and when it reached her chest she stiffened, mouth hanging open. 

“Fuck, I can hear that sloppy puss through the phone. Put it closer.” 

Raina picked up her phone with trembling fingers and brought it closer to her pussy. 

“You’re close…I can tell…go on, finger-fuck that pussy.” He ordered. 

“Okay, daddy.”  she responded quietly. 

The feeling in the pit of her stomach grew and she didn’t care all she wanted to do was cum. Her hips bucked up against her hand and her moans became strangled cries.

“Cum, baby girl. Make that pussy cum, cum, Raina.” 

That was all she needed to hear. Raina saw stars behind her eyelids. Beneath her butt the counter top was soaked with her cum. Ghostface lost all control in her ear and moaned. The voice modifier he used to conceal his real voice sounded so sexy in her ear. 

“Move your hand, baby girl, let me see,” He cooed in her ear and Raina brought her knees to her chest and spread her legs with her hands separating her generous backside. Sopping wet pussy and asshole wide open for him to see. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you fucked that pussy so good, look at all that mess,” He was so pleased with Raina. 

Raina sat up on the counter and her eyes fell between her legs. Staring across at her reflection, she came face to face with Ghostface himself on the other side of the glass. His masked face was pressed against the glass like he wanted to melt through it. He could have easily slid the door open and walked in, but he remained out there, watching her with a tilt of his head as if he were inspecting his prey before ripping them apart. 

He’s tall and burly. Probably nothing but muscle beneath all…that…black. Loosely fit hoodie, T-shirt that fit snugly underneath, gloves, joggers and boots. An onyx Cuban link chain hung from his neck and in his left hand is a hunter knife. He tapped the glass with the curved edge of the blade and then slowly dragged it down the glass. Raina could hear his heavy breathing through the phone. 

It’s him. It’s really him. 

“You can’t stop now, keep going.” 

“What?” 

“You heard me, baby girl. Keep. Going.” He ordered. 

Raina brought her fingers to her clit and instantly her legs trembled. She was overstimulated. Every time she stroked her clit her hips would buck out of control. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Raina froze. 

“You can do it, baby girl. I wanna see you cum from those pretty fingers again.”

“W-Why can’t you do it for me, daddy Ghostface?”

“Hmm…because you’re not ready for me yet.” 

“But I am. I am,” Raina whines.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Make that pussy cum again. Right fucking now, Raina.” 

Raina curled her toes and went to work on her clit again, fighting the urge to close her legs. 

“Keep looking at me…don’t take your eyes off of me, Raina…fuck…fuuuck,” He pressed his gloved hand against the wet glass, “that pussy is wide…open…Raina. My dick would fit snuggly in that pretty puss…deep in that puss…”

“Oh, fuck,” Raina felt her eyes cloud with tears, “I-I’m cumming for you, daddy—”

“Good girl, cum for me, stay on that clit, Raina…Gahdamn, my dick is fuckin’ hard,” His gloved hand dragged down the glass roughly and he cupped his erection. The knife in his hand collided with the glass loudly, putting a tiny crack in it.

Raina threw her head back and moaned loudly. A tiny stream of colorless liquid dripped to the floor. Raina fell flat against the counter top with an uncontrollable shake of her body. She’d never cum that hard in her life. Dried tears on her cheeks made her skin feel tight. Sitting up slowly, Raina stared at her reflection and Ghostface was no longer there. She grabbed her phone and the call had ended in the middle of her orgasm.

“Morning!”

Raina grabbed one of her pillows to cover her face. 

“Monica, really?!”

Monica climbed onto the bed and started jumping.

“WAKE UP! It’s almost twelve in the afternoon and you’re still in bed. When did you go to sleep last night?”

Raina rubbed her eyes and rolled over onto her back. She stared up at her drop ceiling tiles before Monica climbed on top of her and kissed her forehead. 

“Raina…were you up late doing research again?”

Raina squirmed and Monica took a seat next to her. Raina sat up in bed and stared down at her breasts. She was still naked from last night. Too tired to get dressed. She did at least clean the kitchen. Didn’t want Monica waking up to that mess. 

“Earth to Raina,” Monica waved a hand in front of her face, “You okay, girl?”

“Yeah…I did have a long night,” Raina stretched her arms and let out a yawn, “I can’t believe I slept in this late.” 

“Still hung up on Ghostface I see.”

Raina jolted at the mention of him. 

“Rain, Let it go,” Monica rolled her eyes, “The man has been gone for five years now. He’s never coming back.”

Raina knew better. She couldn’t say a word to Monica about it. 

“We’ll just have to wait and see, right? I mean…who knows.”

Raina climbed out of bed, walking away to her bathroom with no care of her nudity. She turned in her shower and stood at her sink to brush her teeth. When she looked up through the mirror, she let out a loud gasp. With wide eyes, Raina scanned the message written on her mirror in blood. 

SEE YOU SOON- Ghostface

“Everything okay?!” 

Raina grabbed some paper towels and after wetting them she quickly wiped down her mirror. 

“All good,” Raina’s eyes fell to the paper towels tinged pink, “I’ll be out. I’m just gonna clean up a bit.”

“I gotta get myself together too.”

Monica left the room and shut Raina’s door behind her. Raina released a shaky breath before tossing the paper towels in the trash. Ghostface had snuck in while she was sleeping. And if he wrote on her mirror with blood, then that meant he made a kill last night. 

Quickly, Raina freshened up, moisturized, and put on a black velour tracksuit with silver accents; hoops, necklace, and bracelets. She let her passion twists down and did a light beat on her face before putting on a pair of black Uggs and heading downstairs. Monica was sitting in the kitchen sipping from a Starbucks cup, one for Raina sitting across from her and a breakfast sandwich. 

“Slipped out really quick, “it’s just chai tea. And a double smoked bacon, cheddar and egg sandwich.” 

Raina stood across from Monica, right where she was last night playing in her pussy. The memories flooded her mind. Just last night, Ghostface was in her yard, watching her make herself cum. The last thing she could remember him saying was that his dick was so fucking hard for her. Raina closed her eyes to calm the throb between her legs. 

“Raina!”

Raina’s eyes shot across at Monica.

“Girl, you okay?” Monica laughed, “You are in your own world. What’s up with you?”

“My bad, I’m just–I need to eat. I’m starving.” 

Monica gave her a disbelieving look. Raina tucked into her food. She couldn’t focus. He was right…there. Hee shaky hands made it hard for her to drink her chai tea and without paying attention, she burned her tongue.

“Shit!”

“Rain…”

“Monica, I’m good—” 

“Rain, you gotta look at this.” 

Raina grabbed Monica’s phone. She watched a reporter talk for a minute about a woman stabbed to death in her home. A woman she recognized. She was a known journalist from The Bay Area. Didn’t like her much from college; too messy. Still, Ghostface had killed her. Gutted her like a fish. 

“It’s him.” Raina said.

“You think so?” Monica spoke with a shaky tone.

“Why wouldn’t it be? It’s almost Halloween, it fits his M.O. It's the day of the 2008 memorial. He’s trying to get our attention. Who knows what will happen tonight.” 

Monica looked like she’d seen a ghost. Raina on the other hand was anxious. What was he up to? Would this Halloween be worse than the rest? 

“Oh, HELL NO,” Monica shook her head, “I love you, but I’m not sticking around if this crazy motherfucker is back. I know you like all this type of shit but no—”

“It’ll be fine. Stop being so paranoid.” 

Monica gawked at Raina. 

“Seriously. We’re gonna go to that memorial to pay our respects and then we’ll go out for drinks and dance the fucking night away, okay?”

Raina grabbed both of Monica’s hands and squeezed them affectionately. 

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this—fine. I’ll stay.”

Raina grinned from ear to ear before pushing off of her kitchen island.

___________________________

Raina and Monica showed up to the memorial and blended in with the crowd of people. Family and friends  of the victims were standing tall on a podium with large, framed photos of the victims from the 2008 massacre behind them. Red and white bouquets of roses created an archway above the platform. Raina wore dark sunglasses, a long, black body-con dress snugly fitted to her curves, and black patent stiletto boots. Monica wore a black beret over her silk pressed bob and black turtleneck with a crushed red velvet babydoll dress, black knee highs, and black platform Oxford heels. They were each offered a candle that they lit.

“It’s been fifteen years since the death of my Carmen. Since we found her clinging on to life right outside of the place that was supposed to be her safe haven. This monster that’s still at large today took my baby away from me! I don’t care how many years it’s been! I want her back!”

Thunderous applause erupted around them. Angry shouts and muffled cries filled their ears. Raina scanned the crowd of people and noticed several large signs reading ‘Justice For Amanda’ ‘Freddy Was A Victim Too’ ‘Honor All Who Died At The Hands Of Ghostface’. And if you looked hard enough, there were some with evil intent in their eyes. 

“…We want Justice. Another person was slain today by the hands of Ghostface. He left his trademark behind! A trademark that hadn’t been seen in over five years—”

“WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?”

Raina turned towards the direction of the voice. Monica looked around puzzled. Raina felt her phone vibrating in her purse. She went to retrieve it and instantly her chest grew tight with fear. 

“YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN, ILL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH!” Another one shouted menacingly.

“What is happening?!” Monica whispered to Raina, “Some freaks coming out to spoil the memorial?”

Raina was too busy looking at the several text messages sent from none other than Ghostface himself.

Unknown number: Hello Raina 🩸

Unknown number: Don’t you look beautiful.

Unknown number: Would you like to see who I kill at the memorial?

Raina let out a shaky breath. As her eyes scanned the throng of people, she noticed some sprinkled throughout wearing their own version of the Ghostface mask and dressed in all black. Devil horned, crystallized, fake blood filled, and many more. 

Others noticed too and started to panic. As soon as the panic set in, the masked people ran amuck, tormenting and scaring anyone in their path. Some even fought back, taking them down and unmasking them. 

“We gotta go, Raina!”

Monica grabbed hold of Raina’s hand and pulled her towards the exit. Somehow, the large number of people separated them as they pushed their way out. Raina shouted for Monica’s name, looking every which way. 

“Lost, pretty girl?”

Raina whirled around and came face to face with a Ghostface mask that appeared to be withered. They barked savagely in Raina’s face, causing her to run in the opposite direction, only to find herself surrounded by a group of Ghostface copycats. They all tilted their head at her, waving their hunting knives in her face. Police sirens could be heard in the distance. This seemed to get their attention and pushed past Raina, causing her to fall to the ground. 

“Hey! Hey! You okay?”

A strong hand lifted Raina up from the ground as footsteps retreated away in the distance. The memorial was trashed and the faces of the victims in their picture frames were carved out to look like corpses. Raina’s eyes ascended to the man holding her by the hand. She blinked to focus, recognizing right away how attractive he is. 

He wore a white T-shirt with a black moto jacket. Black cargo pants with black Doc Marten’s on his feet. He wore gold jewelry; Cuban link, rings, and diamond studs in his ears. Stylish. His head was adorned with neat, shoulder length locs and a black halo turban. Raina focused on his plump lips moving as he talked. Dimples deep within his cheeks appeared whenever he spoke. He was tall, and muscular making her feel small. 

“What’s your name?”

“…huh?”

He smirked, “Name?”

Raina seemed to come back to herself.

“Raina.” 

“I’ve been trying to get your attention.”

Raina looked into his onyx eyes. 

“The police are here. W–Where is Monica?”

“Monica?”

His alluring voice seemed to put her in a trance. 

“Hey!”

Several officers approached them.

“You can’t be here. It’s a crime scene.”

Raina started to panic.

“Did someone die?” She asked. 

“Ma’am you two have to leave.” The officer spoke with frustration. 

Raina noticed the family and friends of the victims giving a statement. There were others who stayed behind to give their support and any information they could about the mob of Ghostfaces. Not too far ahead, a body covered in a white sheet stained with blood caught her attention. Feet peeking out from beneath the sheet told her that it wasn’t Monica. She exhaled, turning her attention to the mystery man standing next to her.

“T-Thank you. I didn’t get your name.” 

“I’m Erik.” 

He brought his hand up to shake Raina’s. Raina scanned his body quickly before averting her gaze to her feet. 

“Crazy how things escalated,” He shook his head, “So, I guess he’s back?”

“Who—oh, yeah…I guess so.”

Erik smirked at her, “You don’t look so afraid at that point.” 

Raina let out a nervous laugh, “Just…Intrigued.” 

“Hm,” Erik cocked his head to the side, “I see. Why don’t we go look for your friend?”

Raina nodded her head in agreement. Side by side Erik and Raina walked towards the street, down a trail surrounded by darkness and trees. Raina gave Erik sly glances, her eyes trying to catch something that would give away him being Ghostface. The only problem is that Ghostface had a signature look. He could easily be the man behind the mask, but how did he change his clothes so fast? Maybe the copycats were there to distract everyone so he could blend in. 

“Are you from here?” Raina asked.

“Born and raised in Oakland. Used to take the BART into Frisco for work and school. You from here too?”

“Same as you.” 

Erik nodded his head, “Still shaken up?”

“Uh,” Raina shrugged, “A little,” Her eyes scanned the trees, “He could be hiding out in the trees.”

Raina opened her bag to dig for her phone. She felt her stomach drop when she noticed it wasn’t there.

“Shit—my phone.”

“Probably dropped back there with all that shit going on. Wanna go back and find it?”

Raina watched Erik closely. His dark orbs searched hers. She blinked away from the intensity. He was very…very attractive. How was it possible for a man she just met to make her melt so fast? 

“I’m worried about my friend,” Raina rubbed her arms when a breeze brushed against her, “Fuck that phone. I can always get a new one.”

Raina continued walking and Erik followed. They finally made it to the street and Raina spotted Monica talking with a group of people. Raina waved her down and Monica rushed over with relief in her eyes.

“Bitch! You had me scared! I couldn’t call you because you dropped this,” Monica handed Raina her phone, “You okay? Who’s this?”

“This is Erik. He helped me out back there.” 

“Hi,” Monica waved at Erik, visibly checking him out, “I think I know you…”

Erik elevated a brow, “Maybe you do.”

“Did you go to Berkeley?”

Erik chuckled, “Nah, I went out of state for college.”

Raina studied Erik’s face. He didn’t look like he was lying. 

“We should get going, Raina. Still wanna go out after all this mess?”

Erik kept a distance from them, watching Raina and Monica. He placed his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, seemingly waiting to speak to Raina again. Raina took notice and she didn’t want to leave without a proper thank you, and possibly securing his number. 

“I need a drink after this. Power Exchange is having a Halloween party.”

“Fine. Erik, you down?” Monica asked.

Erik looked at Raina, “I don’t wanna mess up y’all plans.” 

“We could use a bodyguard for the evening.” Monica joked. 

“You want me to come, Raina?” 

He wanted her approval.

“Sure…I’d like that.” 

Erik smiled handsomely at her, “Cool. I can meet y’all there?”

Erik walked up to Raina, retrieving his phone from his pocket for her to put her number in. Raina saved her contact in his phone and sent him a text so that he knew it was her. 

“Power Exchange? Isn’t that the sex club?” Erik asked.

“Yeah. You’ve been?” Raina questioned.

“Once. It was an experience.” 

Raina was fixated on Erik’s mouth. He licked his lips slowly and Raina couldn’t help but wonder what that tongue could do.

“Perfect,” Raina couldn’t hide her blush, “until we meet again, Erik.”

Erik backed away with a playful bite of his bottom lip. Raina’s eyes were glued to the gold slugs in his mouth. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she tore her eyes away from that sexy specimen to look at the text message. 

Unknown number: Don’t make me jealous Raina. I’ll carve his fucking face like a pumpkin. 

Unknown number: Hope you have a good night. I’ll be watching you.

When she looked up, Erik was gone.

The Halloween Fuck Fest.

A night of awakening your darkest fantasies at the sexiest Halloween Party in San Francisco. All three floors at Power Exchange are open to anyone from 9 pm to 4 am. 

It’s one of the wildest adult clubs in the world. Halloween weekend is the best time of the year to experience it. Anything from a three piece suit, to your birthday suit, costume, fetish-wear, and lingerie are encouraged. Power Exchange is a pansexual sex club open to all genders and orientations. All three floors have a variety of themed rooms for everyone’s enjoyment. With paid entry, you’ll receive a wristband that allows you in and out privileges until closing time. 

Raina wore a sexy Chun-Li costume and Monica was Shego from Kim Possible. They got their wristbands at the door and entered the sex club. The music. The lights. The smell of perfume. The sensual energy surrounding her. It was exhilarating. She knew that any one of these people had to be Ghostface. There were several wearing a Ghostface mask but she could recognize straight away that they were simply costumes. 

Monica and Raina went straight for the bar. Two bartenders—one male wearing a black thong with a scary bunny mask and two women dressed like the twins from The Shining. The man with the bunny mask pointed at Monica before revealing his face to her.

“Monica! Hey, baby!”

Raina glared at him.

Hee toxic ex. A.J.

A.J was tall, lean, and Blasian. Very handsome, just a bottom of the barrel ass nigga.

“I’m glad you came. How are you, Raina?!”

“Good!” Raina gave him a fake smile, “Good?”

“Yeah!”

Monica avoided Raina’s eyes as she leaned over the bar to kiss A.J. When will she learn?

“It’s pretty packed in here tonight!” Monica yelled.

“This is the busiest time of the year!” 

Raina took a seat at the bar with a sour expression. She hoped that Erik would at least come through. She barely knew him, but something about him just felt so welcoming. Raina couldn’t put her finger on it. 

“What do you want?!”

Raina turned to A.J, “Just make me something sweet that’ll sneak up on my ass.”

“Gotchu!”

Raina leaned in to whisper to Monica while A.J had his back turned.

“I didn’t plan to see your ex in a thong tonight.”

Monica rolled her eyes, “Don’t give me that look, Rain. I missed him.”

“Just don’t call me crying when he fucks up again.” 

“Here. I call this Pink Pussy.”

“Ooooh!” Monica accepted her drink, “Sounds delicious!”

Rain took a sip and she couldn’t complain. It was the perfect balance of sweet and strong. Not watered down like most drinks.

“My coworker is taking over in a bit! We can have some fun!”

Monica giggled with excitement. Raina wanted to slap some sense into her friend. 

She sat at the bar watching everyone else dance and explore. Raina wasn’t going to let her costume go to waste. She downed the rest of her drink and stood up. 

“I’m going to the dance floor. Coming?” Raina spoke closely to Monica.

“Yeah!”

Hand in hand, they walked away from the bar and towards the sea of moving bodies. Raina held her hand bag close to her as she swayed her hips to the music. Everywhere she turned, men and women watched her closely. She wasn’t going to waste her night away. Raina started showing out, bending over to pop her ass. Monica hyped her up and joined in on the ass shaking festivities. 

Raina looked up from her bent over position to see Erik watching her. He stood a distance away, a Jason mask resting on top of his head, dressed in an all black coveralls with a white beater beneath it and a thick onyx Cuban link chain dangling from his neck. His dark orbs roamed hee body tantalizing slow, taking in every inch of her. 

“There’s your man,” Monica whispered. 

Raina waved timidly at Erik and he tilted his chin up in greeting before walking towards her. 

“Hi.” Raina said.

“Hey, Raina,” Erik smirked at her, “Chun-Li?”

“You like it?!”

“Hell yeah.”

Monica was joined by A.J. He put on a pair of jeans but remained shirtless with that bunny mask. Erik greeted them both before grabbing Raina’s hand, kissing it.

“Wanna dance?” Erik asked.

Raina nodded her head and Erik grabbed her by the hand, leading her away from Monica and A.J. They stopped at a wall in the back of the club and Erik pressed his back against it, wrapping his arms around Raina’s waste, pulling her closer.

“You’re really comfortable with me,” Erik whispered.

“I am?” Raina spoke teasingly.

“I like you too, Raina.” Erik bites his lower lip.

“I should be careful. There’s a killer on the loose.”

Erik smiled, “Could be anybody…,” he tucked his chin and stared down at her with a penetrating gaze, “And you don’t seem too shaken up.”

Raina’s phone buzzed loudly. She tore her eyes away from Erik but his hands remained on her hips. Raina quickly unlocked her phone and saw that it was another text from Ghostface. 

Unknown number: You. Are. Mine.

Unknown number: I’ll just have to remind you tonight.

Unknown number: Sexy costume. Did you wear that for me?

Raina felt her body tense up. He was here. Watching her. 

“What’s wrong?” Erik asked with a crease in his brow.

“N-Nothing,” Raina gave him a reassuring smile, “I think I need another drink.”

“I can go get you a drink, baby girl. What do you like?”

“Surprise me,” Raina grabbed Erik’s hand affectionately, “I’ll have whatever you like.”

“Say less,” Erik kissed her hand before sauntering away through the crowd. Raina pressed her back against the wall and watched the mass of people intently. She could spot Monica climbing stairs with A.J and she knew what they were about to do. Fuck.

Her vibrating phone drew her attention back and she noticed it was a call this time. From Ghostface. She answered. 

“Ghostface, are you here?” 

“What a silly question to ask. Of course I am.”

“Don’t hurt Erik. He's a nice guy.” Raina begged.

Ghostface laughed, “This is going to be fun. And what a perfect night it is to give you exactly what you want…right?”

His haunting laugh chilled Raina’s bones while simultaneously making her pussy quiver.

“I’m going to fuck up that pussy, you’re gonna be dripping with my cum when I’m finished with you.”

“What about Erik?” 

“He can watch.”

Raina squeezed her thighs together. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Such a dirty princess.” 

Raina squirmed against the wall. 

“I can see you struggling…Let’s have some fun.”

To see him face to face finally felt more real to her. She couldn’t mask her fear although the idea of Ghostface doing nasty, unspeakable things to her made her pussy wet. 

“It's a shame how wet you get at the sound of my voice. What happened? You were so bold and sure of yourself last night. Why do you seem so small now after Daddy called you? You have no answer, huh? you’re already tripping up on your words. Now, wait until I get to you. Do you hear me? We are definitely going to get some pretty screams flowing from those pretty lips…”

The call dropped and Raina went in search of Erik. She squeezed her way towards the bar and found him standing there waiting to take their drinks from the bartender. He spotted her and gave her a sorry look for taking so long.

“I’m just getting these drinks, sorry, love!”

“It’s okay!” 

“Here,” Erik handed her a cup with a yellow drink, “It’s tequila and pineapple juice.” 

He slipped away with his arm around her waist. Raina sipped her drink and looked around with paranoid eyes. Erik was leading her to the dance floor. Raina welcomed the distraction and turned around to grind her ass on Erik’s crotch. He snaked one of his hands around to rest on her belly just above her pussy. He would move his hips along Raina’s ass in a motion similar to fucking. She liked it a lot. More than a lot. 

“You smell so good, Raina,” Erik said with a hushed voice in her ear. 

“Thank you,” Raina looked back at Erik.

“Do you like a thrill?” Erik whispered. 

Raina gasped when Erik’s tongue dragged over her neck. He was bold. She stared at his mouth and almost dropped her drink. His voice took on a deeper timbre, almost menacing.

“I do…I’ve always enjoyed a little excitement. Being here is like a thrill for me.” 

“Why don’t we make the most of tonight. How about a game of hide and seek…spooky edition.” 

Raina was taken aback by his request but she couldn’t deny that it sounded fun. Why not? Monica is off getting her back blown out so why can’t Raina? 

Because Ghostface is watching you.

“I’m down. So…I hide, and you seek?”

“Yes,” Erik whispered against her neck, “And when I find you…I get to do anything I want to you.”

She felt herself dripping.

“When do we start?” Raina asked as Erik’s hands gripped her hips.

“I’ll give you a five minute head start…starting now.” 

Raina peeled away from him and towards the stairs as quickly as she could. She didn’t look back as she made her way up the stairs, looking down the hall at the many rooms. The ones that were occupied were closed with a sign reading in use. Raina sprinted to a room at the very end of the hall cloaked in red light, pushing open the door to find a room with a black rounded bed and black carpet. The room was even dimly lit pink. She crawled beneath the bed and hid herself but watched the door.

Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz. 

Raina couldn’t ignore it.

“Hello?” 

“It’s always hard knowing you, Raina. When you know Raina, you die!”

The call ended and then the door to the pink room opened. 

“Monica?”

Raina knew that voice. It was A.J.

“Where the fuck did she go?”

Raina could tell from A.J’s movements that he was really drunk. He stumbled out of the room and Raina followed, worried that something happened to Monica. 

“AJ.?”

He turned, staring at Raina with a confused look. He tried to get his footing but ended up falling against the wall.

“Where is Monica?” Raina asked.

“I don’t know. She said she had to go to the bathroom and never came back.”

Raina exhaled, frustrated that A.J would get himself this drunk and not keep an eye on her friend.

“Typical. You get her drunk and leave her alone?”

“Why would I do that? You just want to have a reason to hate me.”

“I do hate you. You treat Monica like shit and she allows you to do it.”

A.J laughed.

“Just admit you’re fucking jealous.”

“Never that,” Raina argued, “Not over my dead fucking body.”

“When will you see that Monica isn’t going anywhere, Raina? Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone like you. Maybe she needs me.”

“Please, she can do so much better without you.” 

A.J widened his eyes in a comical manner.

“She can’t. She can tell you herself with my dick deep down her throat, with my dick buried inside of that sweet pussy. Just give it up.”

“You’re supposed to be hiding.” 

A.J and Raina looked up to find Erik walking towards them. He has his hands behind his back and his Jason mask is gone, replaced with another mask resting above his head. The red light of the hallway made it hard for her to see.

“Sorry, He can’t find Monica—”

“A.J, right?” 

A.J frowned his face, “Yeah…do I know you?”

He forgot that fast that Erik introduced himself to him.

“No. But I know you. Monica’s toxic ex. So, you leave her alone…knowing there’s a killer going around…what kind of fucking boyfriend are you? I’m convinced you don’t really love Monica. Just using her like always.”

A.J looked at Raina and all Raina could do was stand there, watching Erik with an unblinking stare.

“And then, you talk to Raina like that,” Erik tutted, “I can’t have that.”

Erik revealed a hunting knife from behind his back. It was wiped clean and looked almost like glass. Erik lowered his mask and tilted his head as if the mask activated his killer instinct. Raina couldn’t believe her eyes. The metallic silver. It’s him. She was shocked to silence. Erik is Ghostface. He walked towards A.J, dragging the knife along the wall.

“What the fuck?” A.J tried to get away but Erik charged him, knocking him against the wall. The loud music blanketed A.J’s cries. I’m sure the regulars at Power Exchange are used to thumping against the walls. Erik wrapped a hand around A.J’s throat and lifted him up. A.J fought in his death grip, clawing at Erik’s gloved hand. Raina watched as Erik forced the blade into A.J’s chest, dragging it down as if attempting to rip him open like a trash bag filled with junk. Raina could see the life leaving A.J’s eyes, along with the blood from his chest. 

Erik withdrew his blade and dropped A.J to the floor like he was nothing but a rag doll. He inspected the blood closely and then he chuckled as if the entire thing was hilarious. He cleaned the blade on his coveralls, slipping the knife into his pocket and lifting his mask to stare at Raina. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, eyes still glued to her like a panther ready to pounce. So many questions ran through her mind. The first is Monica.

“She’s not dead. She’s lying on a bed upstairs right now, too drunk to move.” Erik said as if he could read her mind. 

Raina couldn’t find it in her to speak. She just watched Ghostface murder someone in front of her. 

Erik picked up A.J’s body and tossed him into the room she just came out of, shutting the door to make it seem like it’s in use. 

“The blood won’t matter. Everybody here is too drunk and fucking horny to worry about it.”

Erik walked up to Raina and she took two steps back. 

Removing his gloves, he placed them in his pocket and gripped Raina by the jaw. He pressed his face against her neck and inhaled. 

“Surprise, Raina,” He whispered in her ear.

“H-How were you texting me?”

He chuckled darkly, “Automated messages. The power of technology.”

Raina’s shallow breathing couldn’t be contained. 

“It's perfectly normal for good little girls to like danger. You shouldn't try to fight it, princess, just accept it. It's normal, and it feels so good. Why would you try and deny something that feels so good?”

Erik skimmed her glossy bottom lip with his thumb. Erik watched his movements with tentative eyes. 

“Do you still want to play?” 

His knife tickled Raina’s neck. She nibbled on her bottom lip nervously. 

“How about I give you another head start. Five minutes.”

Erik slipped away from Raina and trailed the curved tip of his knife between her generous cleavage. 

“Starting…now.”

Raina ran off and up to the next level.

She was out of breath and with little time. The way her heart hammered in her chest cavity was more than running up a flight of stairs. Ghostface was after her. Just like one of her dreams. A.J’s death was an afterthought. She opened a door to her left and found Monica snoring. Empty cups littered a table and she could tell that her friend was drunk out of her damn mind. Raina left her bag with Monica and locked the door from the inside. Back in the hall, Monica found another room and she quickly ran inside. 

It was pretty. Pink lighting, a rounded pink sectional. Plush pink carpet. A pink canopy bed. Raina crawled beneath the bed. Her hand shook as she cupped it over her mouth, tears already building up in her eyes at the fear cursing through her. She was pressed as far beneath the bed as possible. It had been well over 5 minutes by now and the anticipation was killing her, however just as she began to feel herself lose it, the door creaked open.

It was like a scene from a trashy 80's horror.

She held her breath as she saw a pair of leather boots walk their way further into the room, their steps completely silent. She knew she should've found a better hiding spot, but Power Exchange was packed with people and the best option was to hide somewhere with no one around. Raina silently watched the boots track across the room until landing directly in front of the bed. Her body trembled so much that she swore the ground began to vibrate beneath her.

Within a second his hand was reaching for her, face still hidden but he knew exactly where she was. His cold leather hands grasped her ankles in a firm grip, the material digging into her skin. She felt herself being  dragged out, her bare skin creating painful friction. 

However that wasn't what made her heart drop.

No, it was the metallic silver ghostface mask that loomed above her, not even a few inches away.

“Thereee she is.” His voice dripped with false-pity, “I want you to try and fight me off. Act like you don’t want this…I love a good fight…”

Raina could do that. She loved a little dub-con. It would play perfectly into her fantasy. 

“Let me go, fuck off!” Raina shouted, body twisting in his grip but he only pulled her further into the room until her back met the plush rug in the center. 

“Is that how you talk to daddy? Is that’s how you speak to the man who's about to give you the best fucking nut of your life?” He tutted at her like a parent would a child.

“I don't want that, stop!” Raina begged as he kneeled over her, his knees dropping to the ground on either side of her waist.

“You wanna bet, baby girl? I can smell your pussy from here.” He chuckled darkly before grasping both her wrists in a single hand, the other making its way to his back pocket, “Don’t I have a surprise for you.” 

Raina watched Ghostface switch out his tactical gloves for another pair. Soft black leather quickly conformed to his thick hands. It had a sturdy nickel zipper closure and a curvature shape at the wrist. 

“Please…I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” Raina whined.

He ignored her completely, instead tracing one hand down her collarbones and towards her heavy breasts, the other firmly planting her wrists to the ground. Ghostface peeked the top of her costume down and her push-up bra, revealing her big, brown areolas and nipples. 

“Some big ass titties you have here, baby girl, such cute nipples as well.” His tone was throwing her off, the contrast to his rough treatment leaving her in a puddle.

Raina cried out when she felt two of his fingers run over one of her nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive skin. Her back arched to loosen the tension. 

“So fucking sensitive…” He spoke quietly, tilting his head down to get a better view.

Raina continued to thrash but he just watched on while her flesh jiggled and recoiled.

“Sh sh, want me to make it feel good?” Raina didn't answer and turned her face away from him. She then felt his fingers roughly grip her  jaw and tilt it back to him.

He wanted all her attention, he wouldn't allow her to just ignore him.

“Get up.” He spoke low as he lifted up and off of her, lifting Raina up and over his shoulder. He walked over to the couch and Raina noticed a mirrored ceiling. He dropped her down onto the couch and he stood above her. Raina looked down, finding the weight of his stare through that mask too heavy. She could see her reflection through his mask. All the ones he killed could too. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” 

Raina felt his hand creep up, brushing the slope of her neck before cupping her face, his thumb digging into her cheek.

She didn’t answer. She felt her head slowly being tilted up and down.

“Say you’ll behave.” 

“I…I’ll behave.” 

She flinched as the man that stood above her chuckled at her submission. 

“There’s a good girl.” 

Pushing her back against the couch, Ghostface kneeled between her legs. Raina could see him ogling her body. The Chun-Li costume fit her like a glove. Her breasts were still exposed and the flap in the front of the costume concealed her center. Ghostface takes his powerful hands to pull her thighs closer towards him. Spreading her legs open like the peace sign, Ghostface uses his fingers to hook into her thong yanking it down her thighs. The fabric rubbed uncomfortably against her skin and she could hear it rip at the seams.

“Damn, so this what you’re giving me without a second thought, huh? I like it,” Ghostface reaches down to twirl one of her nipples, “I like it.” 

Ghostface startled her by forcing her legs open. He pushed her knees back and Raina was practically folded in half. 

“Hold your legs open.” He commanded with his muffled voice.

Raina complied, keeping her legs wide open for him. Ghostface’s gloved hands played with her titties. He slapped them around, twirled her nipples, and squeezed them. The material of his gloves kept her nipples hard and her pussy wet. The only way he was going to get a taste was if he took off that mask. With one hand, he lifted the mask off and Raina came face to face with Erik. His shoulder-length locs crowded his face and he smirked slyly at her. 

“I have to taste these big titties. My mouth is watering.” 

He leaned down and sucked her left nipple between his lips. His plump lips would pop off her nipple repeatedly, eliciting sweet moans from her mouth. Erik twirled his tongue around her hard nipple and then he latched on with his teeth ever so slightly. He trailed his tongue over to her right breast and did the same. Raina’s pussy was throbbing out of control. She could feel her clit jump each time he sucked and flicked her nipples with his tongue. 

He lifted to look her in the eyes. 

“I want you to sit on my lap.” 

Erik picked up his mask and put it back on. Ghostface curled a finger and Raina lifted from the couch, climbing onto his lap with her back facing him. He instructed her to kick her shoes off and plant her feet on the couch on either side of his thighs and keep her legs open. Straight ahead is a mirror on the wall and although it was far away, she could see everything. 

“Mm,” Ghostface trailed his hands down her titties, over her knees, and down her inner thighs, “Such a wet pussy for me…”

He lifted the fabric of her costume covering her pussy, revealing her wet, pink center. His grunts filled the room. With one hand, he stroked her pussy. Petting it with his gloved hand. Ghostface didn’t waste time sinking his gloved fingers into her heated pussy. Raina tried to bury her face into his neck but his other hand gripped her jaw to make her focus on the mirror.

“Aht aht, you have to see this…fuuuck.” 

Two of his fingers were inside while his thumb rubbed her clit making her legs shake in pleasure. She found herself at the mercy of Ghostface. The infamous killer who gutted and killed anyone, but with Raina…he couldn’t kill her. But, reminding her of how much of a slut she is for wanting Ghostface? He had to have her. He had to be the one to make her cum. 

Even through the leather gloves, he could feel how hot and ready her pussy was. The wet, creamy sounds had his dick painfully hard. 

“Fucking look at that pussy, Raina.”

She did and she couldn’t believe how much of a mess it was. 

“Soon, that’s going to cover my hard dick. You think you’re ready for that, slut?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck, please don’t stop!”

Raina latched onto Ghostface’s arms and she tried to close her legs. The material of his gloves felt so good inside of her. And the fingers of the gloves felt so thick. 

“Legs. Open.” He ordered.

“I’m gonna cum all over you!”

Ghostface curled his fingers and worked hard. It was so slippery. He brought one hand around her throat and continued to dig her pussy out with his fingers. 

“Please Mr. Ghostface…” Raina whispered weakly. 

The palm of his hand was slapping against her clit the faster he went. Raina’s fingernails sank into his arm and he grunted from the pain. She was squirting. Raina moaned in his ear but kept her eyes on him. He kept his fingers deep but didn’t move. He wanted to savor the way her walls convulsed around his fingers. 

“Good girl, Raina…that’s right…,” he rubbed his messy gloves fingers on her clit, “Ooooh, you wanna cum again don’t you? You wanna cum again? Hmm?”

He rubbed her clit back and forth. Raina felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She was cumming again. Hee titties bounced out of control as her orgasm rocked through her. Ghostface rubbed her pussy lips up and down, unable to move his hand because she was so wet. He slapped it and the sound was similar to that of a puddle. 

“Fucking wet pussy.”

Ghostface brought his messy, gloved fingers to Raina’s mouth. She sucked her cum off and licked between his gloved fingers. Raina tried to hide her face from him, suddenly turning bashful that she allowed a killer to make her cum. 

“Aww, there’s no need to hide your face, baby girl. I already know what a needy little girl you are for me…how you can’t help but bounce your pretty little pussy on my fingers,” He brought his gloved hand down to her pussy again, using one finger to circle her clit slowly,“you liked that, didn’t you? You like it when I talk to you like this. No? Then why did your pussy grip my fingers even tighter, huh? You can’t lie to me, baby. Your body will always show me what you like.”

Raina was enjoying this little game. She loved the way Ghostface talked to her so dirty. She loved that he took control. But what she wanted the most right now was to taste his dick. He had to have a big dick. If he didn’t, she would definitely be disappointed. He had to be packing. Raina brought her hand down to crotch and rubbed it gently. Ghostface tilted his head at her, widening his legs. 

“Can I suck your dick, Mr. Ghostface?”

He nodded his head slowly at her.

Raina got down on her knees and Ghostface stood up, removing his clothes and shoes. Raina watched him intently. She wanted to see what his skin looked like underneath all that. When he took off the white beater, she was drooling at the mouth. He was cut like a Greek God. And his russet skin was covered in tiny raised scars. He kicked off his boots and sock and all that was left was his briefs and mask. 

“Take them off me.” He commanded.

Raina’s shaky fingers lowered his briefs. What popped out at her was the prettiest dick she’d ever seen. It was long, and as thick as her wrist with a fat head and fat nuts to match. Veins left a pattern beneath the flesh of his shaft like a trail for her wet tongue. It curved downward slightly, and he kept himself groomed. 

“Don’t just stare at it, slut, suck it.” 

Raina gripped him and he was warm and heavy. She kissed his tip with passion, savoring this moment. She’d wanted his dick in her mouth for so long. Raina kissed him all over his dick. He groaned above her with his fingers digging into her Chun-Li buns. 

“Stop teasing me, Raina.” He spoke darkly. 

She happily obliged and wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick. As she sucked, she went as low as she could go, wetting his dick up with lots of spit for added slip. He’s pretty big, so she needed a little help. With one hand at the base to hold his weight up, she sucked with enthusiasm, twirling her tongue and working her neck. No matter how much her jaws burned from overuse, she sucked tightly and with as much spit as her glands could produce. 

“Damn…Damn,” Ghostface couldn’t believe it himself.

Raina looked up at him with a mouth full of dick. Spit glistened on her chin and her big breasts. He cradled the base of her neck with one hand and tilted his hips to feed her dick. Raina gripped his thighs and tried to relax her throat for him. Her loud slurping and sucking had her pussy aching.

“That’s right, girl, suck that dick,” Ghostface couldn’t believe how good she was throating him, “I shouldn’t have to remind you to swallow this nut, right?” 

Raina would gladly do that. She couldn’t reply with words since a big dick occupied her throat so she nodded her head in response. She could taste his pre cum all slimy against her tongue. 

“Fuuuckk yess,” Ghostface took force and controlled her head with his hand. 

Her buns unraveled and her titties swayed. She watched his ab muscles flex and then a hiss escaped his mouth.

“Here it comes—mmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Spurt after spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat. His dick left her mouth with a wet pop and he jerked the rest of his cum onto her titties. Ghostface let go of his heavy appendage and it bounced in front of her face, still just as hard as it was before. 

““Mmmmmm, girl,” Ghostface slapped his dick against Raina’s lips, “How should I fuck that tight ass pussy since you got me nutting like I ain’t nut a day in my life?”

“Take my pussy, Daddy. Take it however you need to. I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

“Not yet, pretty girl. I still have to taste it.”

Mask off again, Erik stared down at her with a sweaty face. The way his locs fell into his face turned Raina on so much. She could see that he kept the sides faded. It’s something about a dread head that had her wanting to act like a slut. Erik picked Raina up like she was featherweight and flipped her upside down. Her pussy sat in his face and he didn’t hold back slurping her up into his mouth. 

He had a tight hold on her waist as she writhed. Wherever she tried to move, his lips and tongue were on her pussy like a leech to flesh. Erik walked her over to her bed and dropped her down. He leaned over her body and ate her pussy with his dick in her face. Raina grabbed his length and wrapped her lips around him. She sucked as best as she could but his mouth on her pussy was too much. Raina jerked him off instead and she craned her neck to watch him. 

“Right there, yes, FUCK.”

Erik climbed around so that he could watch her face. He inserted one finger inside of her and devoured her clit. He didn’t blink away from her face for a second. Raina gripped him by his locs and pressed her pussy further into his mouth. 

“Mmm,” Erik hummed, his lips wrapping around her clit. Raina’s hips began to twist and turn, Erik following her movements. His lips popped off of her clit, his hand smoothing his saliva and her wetness around her pussy like it was lotion. It was so nasty the way he rubbed his hands up and down her wide open pussy.

“Fuck me, please, I want your dick inside of me, now!”

Erik looked up at Raina with a menacing glare. 

“Did you forget that quick who’s in charge, slut?”

“N-No,” Raina reassured him, “You’re in control.” 

“You’re fucking right. I’ll put this dick in you when I’m ready. Now lay back like a good pillow princess and cum in my mouth. You’re lucky to even see my face. I could have easily taken off my mask for the sole purpose of eating you out…grinning against your pussy knowing that you can’t see me…getting off on the fact that you don’t know who I am.” 

“…moaning about how sweet you taste, how your pussy’s just so fucking good it’d be a shame to kill you—and how I’d literally kill for it.”

Erik trailed his gloved hand over her aching clit, molding the shape of it to memory. Raina ran her fingers through his locs and Erik brought his lips to her pussy again. He slurped her up with her hand in his hair. She was close. He could feel her shaking beneath him. Raina curled her toes and scrunched her face in sweet agony. Erik stayed on that pussy and Raina’s pleading only made him hungry for more. 

Erik trailed his lips up her stomach before fixing her costume. It turned him on to fuck her like this. Spreading her legs, Erik brought his dick to her opening, and with his eyes glued to hers, he plunged inside of her warm depths. Raina moaned sweetly, reaching out to touch him but he took her hands and pinned them above her head. 

Erik started moving his hips, dick going in and out of her tightness. She was getting fucked into the mattress. Each connection with the flesh of his hips stung so good. Her cries fell on deaf ears the more he pounded her pussy. He knew how to fuck. He didn’t fuck her deep into her cervix, he moved his hips to reach her spot every fucking time. Raina felt hot tears roll into her hairline. Her babydoll eyes shiny with tears made him stiffer. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty. Your pussy feels like a glove…it’s so tight.” 

His gloved hand wrapped around her throat, eliciting more tears. Those glossy lips parted and she had this look of surprise on her face and had his balls tight. 

“You love this fuckin’ dick, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes! Fuck…I’m gonna cum—”

Raina’s walls grabbed his dick like no other. He let go of her neck and with his fists into the mattress he worked that big dick so he could feel that again. He needed to feel that again. Her breasts bounced and smacked her in the chin. The way her arms rested beside her face with defeat. She shut her eyes and bit her lip. Erik growled when she came for him again. That pussy was made for his dick. He’ll kill anybody for Raina. 

“I’m gonna fucking nut! Oh my fucking—”

He lost all control and pulled out at the right moment to cover her with his cum. He painted her face and her titties. Raina whimpered as she tasted his nut from her cheek. He wanted to fuck her all night long, but he knew he couldn’t do it here. It was too much of a risk sticking around for too long since he murdered A.J.

Erik watched as Raina sat up and arched her back to clean his dick off. 

“Raina…I needed that. I needed to cum. I needed to make you cum. I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

“Why not right now?” 

Raina rubbed his cum into her titties like lotion. She batted her lashes at him and licked her lips like a slut. He was almost tempted but then he heard a loud scream from below. 

“Shit…they found him,” Erik climbed off of the bed to get dressed, “Until we meet again, baby girl. Daddy Ghostface has to make his exit. Can’t stick around, too much heat.”

Raina watched him get dressed with disappointment. When he was finally out together, he walked up to Raina, tilting her chin up at him. Erik leaned down and kissed her lips. It was a sensual dance of tongues and lips. Erik reluctantly pulled away from her soft, juicy lips and walked towards the door. He looked back one final time before blowing a kiss at Raina, leaving her alone and covered in his cum.

“Raina! Thank God!”

Monica was outside when Raina showed up. She had to clean herself off quickly so she didn’t look freshly fucked. Monica was still drunk, but the tears in her eyes told Raina that she knew about A.J.

“He’s dead. Ghostface killed him!”

Police crowded the area while everyone stood watching. Monica handed Raina her bag and she accepted it with a trembling hand. She was stuffed with Ghostface’s dick only moments ago and still needed time to recover.

“I can’t believe it,” Monica sobbed, “He’s gone!”

“I’m sorry, Monica,” Raina tried to calm Monica down, “do you have to talk to the police?”

“I already gave a statement but…I don’t know. I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

Raina felt horrible. Even though she hated A.J’s guts, she couldn’t stand seeing her friend broken up over him. 

“I need to go back to L.A this weekend has been too much for me to handle,” Monica wiped her eyes and nose, “I’m sorry, girl—”

“You don’t have to apologize. I understand.”

“I know he wasn’t the best guy, but to see him like that…it hurts my heart.”

After another hour, Monica and Raina left for her place. When they got home, they both took a shower and Monica agreed that it was too late to drive back to LA. She went to bed and Raina couldn’t sleep. She didn’t care that A.J died, fuck him. She just hoped that her friend would recover. 

Raina sat up in her living room with a glass of wine at almost 3 am, replaying the events of tonight. She had so many questions for Ghostface. Why does he kill? Why did he kill those kids back in 08’? Why did he go on a five year hiatus? Why did he feel comfortable enough to show her his face? Did he really trust her with his secret?

Raina didn’t plan on telling anyone. After all, she felt special. Sure, Kia had him before her, but she never knew who this man was and what he looked like. Raina knew the man behind the mask. Ghostface must have been just as much obsessed with her as she is for him. 

Raina fell asleep on her couch and woke up to the sound of Monica descending the stairs with her weekend bag. Raina sat up and stretched before reaching out to check her phone. Still, nothing. 

“Morning. Heading out?”

“Yep. I couldn’t sleep at all last night.”

Raina could tell.

“I love you. Please get home safe—”

“You be safe, Raina. Have you noticed that all three of his victims so far are people linked to you?”

“…what?”

“The Journalist, Kelly, you hated her. I found out this morning that a guy we went to college with, you remember Devon? He was killed in the park at the memorial. Last night, A.J died. None of this is a coincidence. Ghostface is coming after you next, or me. I have to get out of here.” 

Raina hadn’t known the identity of the victim in the park but she remembers Devon. She went on a few dates with him, but he showed his true colors when she told him she wasn’t interested. All three of the latest victims she didn’t like. It seems like Ghostface was trying to get rid of anybody that had wronged Raina in some way. 

“You see it now, don’t you? I don’t know how you didn’t make that correlation before. You’ve just been…distracted.”

Sure. I was dicked down by the masked killer himself. 

“I’m not going to die, Monica. I plan to stay in for Halloween, He’ll be gone by then.” 

Monica hugged Raina one last time before walking up to the door. Raina followed closely behind and when Monica opened the door to leave, a package was at Raina’s door. 

“Looks like you have a delivery!” Monica attempted to pick up the box but it was heavy, “what did you buy?”

“I don’t even remember. Probably something for my office.”

Monica stepped over the box and waved goodbye to Raina, promising her that she’ll let her know when she gets home. Raina pushed the box into her house and shut the door. She grabbed a box cutter from her miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen and got down on her knees to open the box. 

Raina sliced open the box and a bunch of packing peanuts fell from the box and to the floor. When she dug inside, the first thing she grabbed was a mask covered in rhinestones. Bringing it to the surface she noticed it was a Ghostface mask covered in rhinestones. Raina sat the mask down next to her and kept digging, pulling all sorts of kinky stuff from bondage rope to restraints, to leather gags. It went on and on until she reached the bottom. It was a personal MacBook. A greeting card that was all black with a red Ghostface symbol printed on the front sat beneath the laptop and what looked like a cell phone. Raina owned it, and written in red marker was a message for her.

Raina,

I hope you like this gift. I figured I could give you a starter pack of all things kinky. I made you your very own Ghostface mask, figured you would enjoy that. At the bottom of the box, there’s a laptop for you to communicate with me privately and securely. I also gave you your own personalized phone. In order for us to continue this new found relationship, you have to keep this a secret. No one else can know, Raina. Last night was amazing, I can’t wait to surprise you again.

-GhostFace. 

Two days. 

Raina hasn't heard from Ghostface in two days. There weren’t anymore killings since A.J so that meant that he went back into hibernation for another year. Raina had just finished passing out candy to trick-or-treaters when she ate a quick dinner. Raina climbed the stairs to her room so she could take a shower and finish the evening with a glass of red wine in bed. 

She turned on her shower and undressed, stepping inside to clean her body off. She scrubbed away at her brown skin three times until she was squeaky clean. When she got out of the shower, she brushed her teeth and did her nighttime facial routine. Back in her room, Raina lotioned her body and put on a pair of pink panties with a white T-shirt. 

She went to the kitchen to grab a glass and a bottle for wine but before she could do that she wanted to put on her slippers. Raina searched near her dresser until she remembered that they were beneath her bed. She got down on her knees and arched her back to peek beneath her bed. Her fuzzy white slippers were further under her bed than she thought . 

Raina hadn’t noticed, but her closet door quietly pushed open. Raina wiggled her hips as she stretched her arm out, falling flat on her stomach now just so she could grab them. Finally, she had them in her grasp, but Raina couldn’t explain it, but she felt heat above her. She turned her head just in time for a pair of gloved hands to pull her hips up and arch her back while her head was still beneath the bed. Raina gasped when a cold blade touched the flesh of her ass and it tickled when it traveled up to her hips. With two clean swipes, her pink panties fell to the floor in shreds.

“Silly girl. I know you watch scary movies because you want to fuck the killers.” 

Raina could feel the edge of his knife down the back of her legs and then over her feet. She moved her head in a way to look at him, but all she could see was his boot covered feet and black pants. 

“You knew I was watching, didn’t you? were you thinking about how much better it’d feel if it was my big dick in your tight little pussy? how nice and deep i’d fuck you?”

Raina’s eyes followed his gloved hand to the carpet as he gently sat his knife down. He got down on his hands and knees, bringing his head into view, metallic silver Ghostface mask staring back at her. 

“I think i’ll be keeping you around, pretty girl. Now you stay put…I like you in this position.”

Ghostface disappeared behind Raina and his gloved hands separated her cheeks so he could see her pussy from behind. Raina could feel his breath on her clit and then his wet tongue started wiggling in her pussy. Raina widened her legs and she could feel his lips sucking on her lower lips. 

“Fuck, daddy,” Raina clawed the carpet. She was trapped, “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

He ate her pussy up so good Raina cried into the carpet. He would spank her ass cheeks in between eating her pussy and the way his leather gloves felt against her skin made her cum so hard in his mouth. 

“I miss the taste of you…”

He kissed her pussy lips before lifting her from beneath the bed. Raina wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up so she could straddle his waist. Erik stuck his tongue in her mouth and they kissed for a while, his hands cuffing her ass. Raina broke the kiss and removed her arms so she could lift her shirt off. Erik watched her with desperation in his eyes. 

“I fucking need that pussy again, Raina. Sorry daddy couldn’t get to you sooner…had to lay low for a few days. I’m sure you understand.” 

“I do, daddy. I missed you so much. I couldn’t sleep without your dick in my mouth…my pussy.”

“Mmmh,” Erik nibbled on her jaw, “such a nasty…little…slut.” 

He sat Raina down on the bed and undressed. Clothes in a pile on the floor, Erik pushed her legs back so her knees touched her ears, then he got down on his knees to eat some more of her pussy. Raina sat up on her elbows to watch. She smoothed his locs from his face and locked eyes with him. He sucked her up into his mouth and Raina threw her head back and moaned. Still wearing his gloves, he got on his feet again and held her legs back by her ankles.

Bottom lip between his teeth, he watched as Raina grabbed his dick, aiming it for her pussy. 

“Put this dick in my pussy,” He commanded.

Raina forced him in and Erik pressed forward with his hips. Raina could feel him in her stomach. All that long, hard dick. She pushed at his abs but Erik smacked her hand away.

“Nah, keep that pussy open,” Erik went all the way in with his thick pipe, “Hold that position. Don’t you fucking move,” he spoke with a deep yet rough tone.

“It’s deep in my spot!” Raina cried.

Erik withdrew his hips and Raina exhaled a shaky breath. He looked around her room and spotted the box filled with kinky toys. He marched over on a mission, digging through and then he found some ankle-to-wrist restraints and cuffs. He returned to her, fitting the restraints around both of her wrists and ankles. 

“You’re moving too much,” He barked out, “you fucking with me, you take this dick.” 

Raina didn’t have time to react when he was back inside with a hand wrapped around her throat. Her bed started to creek and it never did that. He didn’t take his eyes off of her. He fucked her so abruptly it had her speechless. 

“Mhm, keep looking at me like a brainless fucking slut.”

He leaned over her body and with those powerful hips he fucked her so good her lower half started slipping off the bed. Erik wrapped his arms around her and continued to fuck her, even when her hips were hanging off of the bed.

“I…I…I…”

Raina was already cumming before she could even say so. She imagined that she looked crazy in this position, but the dick is so good she didn’t care. Erik lifted her back to the bed and removed the restraints. His sweat created a beautiful sheen on his body. He licked and massaged her ankles and wrists with his lips. 

“I have to return the favor, daddy…”

Raina got down on her knees and sucked Erik’s dick. He had a handful of braids, controlling her movements with a tug of her hair. Raina opened her mouth like a good girl and allowed Erik to fuck her mouth. He looked down at her, tongue constantly licking his lips, teeth gliding across his bottom lip, eyes low, nostrils flared. He was so goddamn sexy. 

“I love your big dick, daddy Ghostface.” 

“I bet you do, princess. And I love that sweet puss.” 

“What makes me so special to get all this dick?”

“You’re my biggest fan. You’re sexy as fuck. Beautiful as fuck. I just like you…a lot. I’m obsessed with you.”

“I’m obsessed with you too. You’re so big…strong…handsome…dangerous…a fucking God.” 

She swallowed him again and Erik lost it. He lost all control. Her alluring voice and her soft lips wrapped around him made him bust so big he thought she’d choke on his nut. 

“Goddamn, Raina.” 

She let go with a tight suction, his dick popping out of her mouth. Raina smiled up at him all adorable and Erik stroked her cheek before picking her up to straddle him again. He sat on the bed and with both hands, he gripped her big titties and brought both of them to his mouth. He sucked and nibbled all over them. His dick was throbbing between her pussy lips. 

“Why do you kill?”

He looked up between Raina’s breasts and into her babydoll eyes.

“You asking me this now?” Erik said teasingly.

“Yeah…I wanna know. Please?”

“…At first it was out of anger, then I just…I couldn’t stop. I’m a professional killer too. Trained up in the navy, then I went into the military…killing just became a part of my life.” 

Raina traced the scars on his body, “I knew you had to be in the military. What do you do for a living?”

“I have a high paying tech job. I’m pretty much a genius when it comes down to a lot of things, but tech is my strong suit.”

“You’re perfect,” Raina whispered. 

“No, you’re perfect. I knew it the moment I heard your voice on your podcast. I had to know everything about you, Raina. I feel like I have to protect you at all times. I’d kill anybody that so much as looks at you wrong.”

Raina felt her clit throb at those words. 

“Sit on my face real quick, baby.” 

Raina turned and planted her pussy in his open mouth. She sucked his dick again. She let go of his dick with her lips leaving a trail of spit behind. Jerking him, she frowned her face in ecstasy when he started sucking her clit. 

“Yesss, mmmm,” 

Before she knew it, she was cumming in his mouth again. Raina lifted up and Erik pushed her down onto her stomach, forcing her hips up and arching her back. He removed his gloves and with his bare palm he whacked her ass just so he could watch it jiggle.

“Can you take this dick again? I think you can…”

He tapped his dick on her clit then he dragged it between her folds until he was back inside. He watched his dick go in and out of her tight hole. 

“There you go, let Daddy have this pussy. Be a big girl and take all of Daddy.”

He picks up the pace, completely drunk on her pussy, going on and on about how he’s the only one that gets to have her wrapped around his dick, how good she takes it, how he’s the only one who has the privilege to taste her on his lips—how she’s all his now. How he would go crazier than he already is if she ever gave his pussy away.

Raina was a moaning mess. That’s all she could do. Moan and cry and take dick. He tilts his head slightly and observes her for a moment, then he pulls her hair and violently forces her to arch her back so he could give her rough backshots. After all, she is fucking with Ghostface. It’s surreal. 

He inhales audibly.  “So clean and so filthy at the same time. I love the way you smell. Like flowers…honey…that peppermint soap you used…pussy.”

“Unh!!!” Raina moaned loudly. 

“Take it like a good girl,”  He grunts and brutally fucks her in the way she’s afraid only he can, “Daddy’s good girl,”  A climax is gathering in her lower belly.  “Dick hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes her twitch, “This pussy’s mine now, you know.” 

He buries himself inside her for another minute and makes it rough. Cheeks clapped and her titties swayed, “Now or never baby," he pants. “I Know you wanna come on this dick.” 

God, she does. 

“Do it now!”  He slams into her harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside of her.  Raina didn’t want it to end. The feeling of his climax trips her into her own.  Like they are connected. Her needy pussy chokes his dick, milking him of an unfathomable load.  He fucks her through his nut and her body jerks into his imposing form. His cum is in every crevice of her core. Raina can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His dick slides out of her heavy, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. She knows he’ll be ready for more pussy in a short while. 

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Nine-pt1) (Final)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 13.6k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mentions of sex, protected sex, jealous!oc, sensual touching, dry humping, oral (female rec.) face riding

Notes: The end is finally here! But no worries I will most likely do drabbles for you guys:) Thank you SO much for reading this story and sending so many loving comments. Enjoy this last chapter of ‘Always You’ and feel free to send me an ask to chat about the story, I LOVE talking with ya’ll!

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December

Jungkook stares into his bathroom mirror and sees and feels nothing, absolutely nothing. He looks into his eyes and see nothing behind them. He tries to smile, but falls short. Does this have anything to do with the fact he told you he loves you but you completely misunderstood him? Yup, it probably has everything to do with that.

But Jungkook also feels like shit. He let his feelings become too overwhelming in the moment that he totally and completely forgot he has a girlfriend. So, he is almost glad that you most definitely thought he was just telling you he loves you like one normal friend to another instead of him confessing his deep and passionate feelings towards you. Yup, totally glad.

So, now he looks into the mirror and actually does see and feel something: Shame. Guilt.

And regret. Regret is written all over his face. Not regret because he told you he loves you, no. Regret that he didn’t tell you 4 years ago how he feels. Even if you didn’t feel the same he thinks he should have had the courage, instead he slept with you like a fucking idiot. But that is something he can’t get himself to regret at all…he just can’t regret that amazing night he shared with you.

“Bro! You have been in there for like ever dude, I gotta take a piss!” Jungkook hears Nick from the other side of the door, his insistent banging going completely ignored by Jungkook.

“Seriously man, I will pee in the fucking sink!” Nick threatens and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah man, I’m coming.” He looks into the mirror one last time before taking one deep breath and turning towards the bathroom door.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Jungkook says as he opens the door with Nick already pushing past him.

“Fucking finally!” Nick doesn’t even bother to shut the door behind him as he quickly approaches the toilet to release himself.

Jungkook walks into his room and pulls out his phone as he sits on the edge of his bed. He goes through his message threads, his fingers hovering over your name when he gets to you.

It’s been a few weeks since the trip to your parent’s house. He had such an amazing time. That Saturday your mom cooked one of her famous homemade meals…something Jungkook hasn’t really had in years. Your dad would casually slip in the word ‘son’ in conversation, making Jungkook’s heart glow. You laughed and talked and cried and just looked so at home the entire time, like all your worries were vanishing.

He knows you’re struggling with what to do…but going abroad? Were you serious? You mentioned it to your parents too while there visiting and they loved the idea…making Jungkook’s heart sink. They just encouraged you more while you were there…telling you it was such a fun, and great idea and that it totally suits you. This only made you feel more motivated…Jungkook could see that.

Jungkook wants nothing but the best for you…he just wants you to be happy. Your happiness is his happiness but how could he survive if you left? How could he go a day without seeing you? Or worse…a week? A month? A whole fucking year? He went three months without you and he spiraled pretty bad.

Jungkook continues to sit here, his fingers right over your name and he clicks it.

Jungkook 8:14pm

I have a cold beer with your name on it

y/n 8:21pm

:( I cant hang tonight, sorry boo…im hanging with yoongs and tae. You can come by if youd like to?

Jungkook 8:22pm

No no its okay, you have fun :))

Jungkook brings his phone to his chest, right over his beating heart and he sighs out in frustration. Why can’t everything just be easy? Why is everything so complicated?

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“And I will be the youngest curator they’ve ever had at this museum!” Tae finishes proudly, cheering his wine glass with yours and Yoongi’s.

“That’s so amazing Tae.” You bring your glass back to your mouth and take a gulp in his honor.

“Proud of you, kid.” Yoongi smiles fondly at Taehyung and you can’t help but also feel very proud. Taehyung got offered the main curator position at the museum of art downtown and you three are at the record shops cozy corner celebrating.

“Anything else new going on?” Taehyung asks, he eyes both you and Yoongi. “Like, any new love interests? Job offers? Juicy drama? Literally anything.”

“Nothing from me.” You laugh, you and Taehyung look over at Yoongi who is sipping his wine with the biggest blush painted on his cheeks.

“Yoongi?” you pry. “Did something new happen with you?”

“Well…I wouldn’t really call it news.” He begins shyly, “But I maybe met someone.”

You and Taehyung share a look of shock and excitement.

“Wait dude, you mean like a romantic interest?” Taehyung asks, setting his glass down on the table.

“Yeah, like you have a crush on someone?” You smile at Yoongi and his blush deepens.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he admits, “But they’re really nice and have been coming in the store every week and we sort of just end up talking…and they asked for my number—”

“This is definitely a romantic interest!” Taehyung basically shouts. “Did you give it?”

“Yes…” Yoongi takes another sip of his wine, his eyes sliding to the side. “Did I mention they’re cute?”

“You in fact, did not mention that.” You say with a grin. “I’m happy for you Yoongs.”

“I think I’ll ask them out, what do you guys think?” Yoongi whispers.

“I think that’s a great idea man!” Taehyung basically shouts again and you laugh.

“I think I really admire you for going for it…” You sigh. You wish you had that kind of courage.

“You know…” Yoongi sets his wine glass down, and turns in his seat to face you, “It takes a lot of bravery to open up to someone…it takes a lot of strength to admit when you’re wrong and to admit when things aren’t going right. It takes real courage to open your heart to someone like, romantically. You’re like, the coolest human being in the world if you can do those things.” Yoongi folds his hands out in front of him, he bites his lip as he thinks.

“y/n…you don’t have to be some sort of super human.”

You tilt your head in confusion…you thought Yoongi was going to a place where he tells you to go for it too.

“You shouldn’t always be the one doing things. Others need to form the courage too. You’re worth it. You’re worth that risk…that you may not feel the same. Trust me, I would know.” He chuckles light heartedly. “I think he will come around.”

“I don’t know about that.” Taehyung cuts in. “I want to believe he will but…” Taehyung looks over at you with pity. “…He’s…” Taehyung doesn’t know what to say without spilling anything so he decides to let the words die on his tongue.

“To be honest with you guys…” You reach for your glass of wine and chug back the remainder of what’s in the glass rather quickly before slamming it back down on the table.

“New Year’s Eve.” You say. “Four years ago. Something happened. Something major, he…”

“Four years ago, New Year’s Eve?” Taehyung scrunches his brows together as he tilts his head. “Wait something happened between you two?” you only nod your head at Taehyung’s question.

“Did Jungkook say what he wanted to say?” Taehyung asks with big eyes, completely shocked, this is news to him. But now it’s your turn to tilt your head in confusion.

“Say what he wants to say? What are you talking about?”

“Huh? Uh,” Taehyung guesses it’s not what he’s thinking. “It’s nothing. So what happened?”

“We slept together.” You blurt out quickly, giving yourself no time to regret it.

You hear Yoongi chuckle from beside you and you snap your head in his direction.

“What? What’s so funny?” you ask.

“You thought I didn’t already assume that? That you two haven’t already slept together?”

“Damn,” you say, “Observant as usual.”

“WAIT WHAT?” Taehyung sputters out, quite fucking loudly.

You guess Taehyung isn’t as observant.

“We got kind of drunk, kissed at midnight and went back to his dorm and you know…”

Realization hits Taehyung hard. When Jungkook was pissed about the fact Taehyung slept with you it wasn’t just because he was some heroic friend. It was also because Jungkook has already had you and he knows he doesn’t like to share. Fuck.

“Holy fuck, y/n.” Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment, “Wait, and you guys didn’t talk about it after? Didn’t he have something to tell you perhaps?”

“What are you talking about? He totally brushed it off. So I got bitter and didn’t talk to him for a month. Now we just…I don’t know, we just…I feel like we are more than friends but less than lovers.”

“Makes total sense.” Yoongi adds, “You two are that but more than anything you two are complete and total idiots.” “Well, that we can agree on.” Taehyung grins.

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It’s the middle of December meaning it’s time to do your Christmas shopping! You, Trina and Holly are at the mall perusing around and trying to find the perfect gifts.

“Let’s do what we always do y/n.” Trina bumps her elbow into your side, with a smile on her face.

“Couldn’t agree more.” You respond.

“And what do you two always do?” Holly asks, feeling a little left out.

“Oh you know, we agree to no presents.” You say, “One less person to stress over, that’s our gift to each other.”

“Wow.” Holly deadpans, “You guys are so lame.”

“Or are we geniuses?” Trina asks with a grin, she walks closer to Holly and links arms with her, “But don’t worry Hol, I am getting you something.”

“Good.” Holly says, a shy smile making its way on her face.

“Me too!” you say trying to include yourself. “What would you like anyway? Just show me and I’ll buy it for you!”

“That takes out all the fun in gift giving.” Holly pouts, “It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

“Ah, fuck.” Trina spits out, “I suck at gift giving. Just tell us what you want.” She whines.

“No!” Holly laughs. “Look, I’ll be back.” She gestures towards her left, “I gotta use the bathroom.” She waves at you and Trina and walks away.

“Dude what am I going to get Holly?” Trina asks you, her frustration as clear as day. “It’s got to be special.” She adds in shyly. Special? Now’s your time to finally ask her what is up with her and Holly.

“Why special?”

“Oh you know.” Trina’s sheepish grin gives her away. “I don’t got to say it, when you know.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. “Oh!” you point towards the window of one of the stores to your right, “You see those mugs? Let’s go check them out.”

“What why?”

“Christmas gift.” You say simply.

You both walk towards the glass window and eye the mugs, there’s a whole bunch but there’s a mug with music notes all over it and you’re reminded of the record shop and your two friends. You walk inside and grab three of them. Yes, three matching mugs for you, Yoongi and Taehyung. Even though Taehyung doesn’t drink coffee, he can still put whatever beverage he wants inside.

You pay for the mugs and have them wrapped in Christmas paper! You got some of your first gifts done with! Now you need to find something for Jimin, Jungkook, Holly and your parents. Crap, should you get something for the rest of the boys too? You’ll be seeing them on New year’s…maybe you’ll get them all scarves. That’s easy.

Jimin is easy, you know he’s been eyeing this channel necklace for far too long and you happen to be able to afford it for him. Jungkook isn’t easy at all. So you go with something simple, a new pair of chunky black boots that he’s been talking about for months. Your mom gets a necklace with her birth flower and your dad gets tickets to his favorite sports team…cheap tickets, sorry to your dad. Holly loves penguins so you find a cute penguin pin for her purse, you think she will love it.

Shopping takes almost the whole day, you, Trina and Holly are seated in the malls food court sipping on a smoothie.

“I am so freaking tired.” Holly leans her head on Trina’s shoulder as she speaks.

“Me too, girl, me too.” You respond. “But Christmas is soon!”

“Are you guys excited about going home?” you ask.

“Yeah, my parents promised they would take me ice skating like when I was a kid.” Trina chuckles.

“I’m excited too! What about you y/n?” Holly lifts her head from Trina. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Going home, of course. I’m bringing Jungkook with me.” You admit with a soft smile, “My mom and dad love him, they practically beg me every week on the phone that I bring him.”

“You guys are such a couple.” Trina rolls her eyes playfully.

“We’re best friends! He doesn’t have parents to spend it with so he’s coming with me, is that such a crime?” you say lightly.

“No, no. Of course not.” Trina rolls her eyes again. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys get together during your trip.”

“Need I remind you he has a girlfriend?”

~~~~~~~~

Jungkook slides his dick in and out of Vanessa as she clenches around him, he holds her body up as he fucks her from behind. He’s been at it for a while but…

“I’m going to come!” She moans out, “Please tell me you’re close!”

“I—I” Jungkook tries fucking her faster and harder as she comes undone. But Jungkook is still trying, he’s fucking struggling. He screws his eyes shut and thrusts into Vanessa at a fast and hard rate but nothing is working.

“Sorry…sorry.” Jungkook begins to slow down, “I can’t. I just can’t” He admits, totally defeated. He’s tired. He eventually comes to a stop, and pulls out.

“I’m sorry Vanessa.” He says quietly, “It’s not you, I promise.” His voice is hoarse.

Vanessa stands and walks to the bathroom to clean herself up, when she returns she sees Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his pants back on.

“It’s okay, Jungkookie.” Vanessa’s smooth voice doesn’t waver as she speaks, “It happens.”

Jungkook runs his hands down his tired face before looking up at Vanessa, his eyes slightly watery.

“This isn’t fair for you, I should be able to fucking come.” He grits out. “At the fucking least.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“How are you so calm about this? Hm?”

Vanessa sits on the edge of the bed next to Jungkook, she breathes in and out before raising her head to speak to him.

“He wants to get back together with me, you know.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at her words. She couldn’t be talking about her ex, could she?

“Vanessa—”

“It’s okay. I said I no. Somehow I feel okay.” She smiles at him, it isn’t one of those coy or secretive smiles she mostly hands out but a real genuine smile.

“I think I just feel good that he wants me again but now I have the upper hand, you know? I’m the one with power.”

“You told him no?”

“And not even because I am supposed to be your girlfriend…but because I decided I need to respect myself. You’re right…what I was doing…it wasn’t healthy.” She admits, she shakes her head to rid herself of her bangs that keep falling in her eyes.

“I…I’m proud of you.”

“I want to be proud of you too.” She whispers.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” she says quietly, “You’ll see eventually.”

“What does that me—”

“Let’s take a small break.” Vanessa tilts her head to get a quick look at him, “Just until New Year’s.”

“Vanessa—”

“We just need some time to like, miss each other? You know?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “You mean, break up?”

“Just a break. But technically yes, we aren’t together in the meantime.”

“Why?” Jungkook stands up, “We can make this work Vanessa.”

“Please stop.” Vanessa says more sternly. “It’s what I want. Just until New Year’s.”

Jungkook paces back and forth with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He doesn’t understand why she wants this? Because he couldn’t come? All because of that? He stops pacing to stare at her and she’s already looking up at him with a sickingly sweet smile.

“Fine.” He says. “If that’s—that’s what you want.” He clears his throat and tries smiling for her, she all but nods her head.

~~~~~~~

“You ready?” you ask Jungkook when he walks up to your car. You came to pick him up, insisting that you drive this time.

“Yeah.” Jungkook shows you his bunny grin and you melt, you love that smile of his. He sets his bag in the backseat and walks over to the passenger door and sits down inside.

“I’m excited to spend Christmas with you and your family.”

“Oh, it’s going to be a handful. You’ll be meeting my grandma, some aunts and uncles and some cousins of mine.”

“And I cannot wait.” He repeats. “Do you have my Christmas present here in the car?” he smiles cheekily, “Just give it to me now.”

“Yeah, right. You have to wait until tomorrow dummy!”

“Hey, don’t call me a dummy.” Jungkook pouts. He leans back in the passenger’s seat and closes his eyes.

“Hey, you’re not thinking of taking a nap are you?” You reverse your car out of the parking spot at his apartment.

“Maybe.” Jungkook snickers from beside you, “If you don’t want me falling asleep, tell me something interesting.”

“I think I want to work on getting a TEFL.” You blurt out, “To you know, teach.”

Jungkook’s eyes stay shut as he processes your words, he thinks to himself carefully—he can’t react negatively. He can’t.

“That’s nice, y/n.” He settles for. “You’ll like it.”

“That’s it?” you twist your head to look in his direction, he opens his eyes and stares at you for a few moments.

“Eyes on the road.” Jungkook closes his eyes again.

“Jungkook…you aren’t sad I might be moving away for like, at least a year?” You grip the steering wheel tighter, “You know I would be leaving right?”

“What do you want me to say y/n?” Jungkook opens his eyes and leans forward, “Want me to tell you no? That you aren’t allowed to leave?”

“Well…no. But you could act like you care a little.” You whisper out in pout.

“I do care.” Jungkook huffs, “But I just want you to do whatever makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Jungkook quirks a brow and smiles, “So, you want to do me?”

“Gross,” you reach over and hit his arm. “You know what I mean. I just…I mean I value your opinion.”

Jungkook’s smile begins to fade as he stares at the cars floorboard. He zones out for a few moments, not entirely sure what to say. While it is true he wants you to do whatever makes you happy he also doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

“Do what’s best for you baby.” He all but whispers. “I will believe in you and support you no matter what.”

“I guess I’ll take that for now.” You whine. “How’s work going for you?”

“It’s good.” Jungkook’s eyes light up, “The director is letting me edit some pretty important scenes.” He gushes. “I brought my work stuff so I can show you over the next couple of days.”

“Yeah? That sounds exciting Jungkook!”

You finally merge on the high way for your few hour trip, you got your ‘Chillin’ playlist on and a few snacks on hand. You and Jungkook chit chat every so often but you mostly jam to the music.

“Let’s listen to Disney radio station!” You hand Jungkook your phone, “Hurry, put it.”

Jungkook takes your phone with a grin and selects the Disney option on pandora, the first song to come on is Lion King’s ‘Hakuna Matata’. You and Jungkook sing your hearts out, smiling, giggling and belting out the notes.

A couple hours pass like this, your throat getting admittedly sore. But Jungkook on the other hand is still going strong, he is singing all the parts in ‘Kiss the Girl’ with such passion…you can’t help but chuckle as you listen to him.

“Phew, I am worn out!” you say, laughing. “But I see you can keep going?” you turn the volume down.

“Oh, we can switch it up…but to answer the question you know I can keep going.” He winks. And you know he meant that innocently but you can’t help but blush.

“Right.” You hand him your phone again, “Our trip is almost over…you can just put on a playlist.”

“Are you excited to see your parents again?”

“Well, I just saw them last month…but yes.” You admit, “Being home is always nice. My parents have been bothering me for weeks making sure you are actually coming with me for Christmas.” You chuckle, “They’ll be glad to see you.”

Jungkook grabs a hold of his ears in excitement, you can tell he’s genuinely happy as he sits here and smiles that smile.

“I’m glad to see them too. And I am excited to meet more of your family.”

“There will probably be misunderstandings…but don’t worry, I will make it clear we are just friends.” You nod your head as you speak. Jungkook just shrugs in response, just fucking shrugs.

“Isn’t that your house up there on the corner?” Jungkook points forward towards the house.

“Yup.”

When you pull into the driveway your parents are making their way outside, they smile at you and you wave from inside your car. You turn it off and turn to face Jungkook.

“You ready?”

“Yes.” He grins.

You step out of your car and your mom and dad are rushing to bring you in for a hug, they hold you close and you feel yourself feeling right at home. You begin to pull away and head towards the backseat when your mom grabs your arm,

“You two can get your things later—before bed, before bed.” She guides you towards the house, “And hello, Jungkook.” She smiles widely, “So nice you are here again! Let’s go see everyone!”

“Yes mam.” Jungkook says with a small smile, he walks forward and shakes hands with your dad.

“Nice to see you again, son.”

“Yes sir, you too.”

“Stop being so formal!” you look back at him, teasing. You and your mom walk to the front door, waiting for your dad and Jungkook to catch up.

The four of you enter the house, it smells like pie and cookies and warmth and you know, like Christmas. You hear the chitter chatter of your relatives filling the house and you want to smile. You can hear your cousins gossiping in the kitchen, you hear their children playing in the backyard (The back door is open), you hear your grandma snoring on your dads recliner, while your aunt and uncle quietly talk on the other sofas. You hear what it’s like to feel at home.

“Look who is here, everyone!” Your mom announces obnoxiously. “It’s y/n and Jungkook!”

First your aunt and uncle’s attention are caught, they nod your way with smiles on their faces and you head over to the sofas to hug them each. Your grandma stays snoring on the recliner and you giggle, classic grandma.

Next, your cousins are coming in from kitchen. Three of them to be exact, Daniel and his wife Larissa and your other cousin who is your age Manny. Daniel and Larissa have 3 beautiful children who are playing in the back, you can hear their giggles from inside. Manny is much shorter than you, she’s petite and curvy and really, really pretty. You go in to hug her first, she wraps her arms around you loosely.

“y/n!” she yells excitedly, “It’s been since last Christmas right?!” she asks, still holding on to you.

“Something like that.” You giggle, “Hi Daniel, Larissa.” You go in to hug them as well.

“Guys this is Jungkook.” You finally introduce the awkward boy, he stands here swaying from side to side waiting to meet everyone. He bows his head in greeting and everyone says their hello’s. All except sleeping grandma.

“Well, hello.” Manny smiles at Jungkook, “I didn’t even see you there, which is crazy because you’re like crazy hot—”

“Okay, Manny.” You try cutting in early enough, but are a bit late.

“Oh?” Jungkook eyebrows climb to up his forehead as he looks at Manny.

“I’m Manny.” She winks, “ You must be y/n’s friend, I presume?”

“Uh…”

“y/n!!!!” Your grandma comes up to you all, her sweet perfume filling the air around you. “You’re here, sweetie.”

“Grandma!” you lean in and hug her frail body, she smells like she always has your whole entire life, sweet.

“And this must be your boyfriend, Jungkook? I have heard so much about you, dear.” Your grandmas opens her arms, signaling Jungkook to lean in and hug her—which he does.

“Actually grandma—”

“You finally have a nice boyfriend, your parents have told me all about him.” she winks, “I am so happy for you sweetie, I think I can finally rest easy.”

“Rest easy?” you question, “No grandma you are mis—”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook smiles at your grandma and she cheeses hard.

“You can call me grandma, dear.” She pats his back lovingly, “I want to hear all about you two. Shall we drink some tea together?”

“Boyfriend?” Manny asks, confused. “I didn’t know you guys started dating?”

“We aren’t—”

“Its new.” Jungkook cuts in. He slides his arm around your waist and you audibly gasp.

“What’s new?” Your mom walks up to you all.

“They’re dating.” Manny says, looking unimpressed.

“WHAT! Darling, get in here!” She calls your dad over, “Jungkook and y/n are together, together!”

“No we are—” you try cutting in but you feel Jungkook dig his fingers into your waist.

“THEY’RE TOGETHER?!” Your dad yells out, his excitement clear as day. You stand here confused as hell as your whole family starts congratulating you two.

“Wait, wait.” You try getting out but Jungkook leans in to whisper in your ear.

“We can’t disappoint grandma.” He says softly.

~~~~~~

“I met my Roy at a party too.” Your grandma says between sips, she holds her tea in front of her face as she reminisces.

“Was it love at first sight?” Your grandma asks, wiggling her brows. “Me and my Roy didn’t get together for quite some time so I don’t think it was love at first sight for us…when did you know?”

“Grandma…” you begin, “Can we talk about something else?” you beg.

“I knew only a few months later.” Jungkook admits shyly, he smiles at your grandma while bringing his tea cup to his lips. “I knew no one could take y/n’s spot. But I was content with being friends.”

Your eyes grow in size, his confession warming you up. You know it’s all for show but you can’t help what it does to you.

“I also knew after a few months.” You say quietly.

“Oh, how lovely!” Your grandma claps her hands together softly, “And now here you are! Jungkook…” Your grandma sets down her tea cup and looks over at Jungkook. “I trust you will take care of y/n no matter what, right?”

“No matter what.” He says quickly. “She takes care of me too.”

“And how does she do that?” Your grandma raises a drawn on brow.

“She is always there for me…she always tries to understand me even when I am in the wrong…she always tries to get to know me like she doesn’t already know everything,” he chuckles, “She always hugs me when I need it.” Jungkook looks at you with a soft smile, “She really loves me and I can feel it.” Then his mouth falls open and his eyes expand a little, “Do you… love me y/n? Like—”

“Okay, that’s enough about us babe,” you cut him off, “When did you get in town grandma?”

“Oh, just last night.” She mumbles, “I—”

“So,” Manny comes into the kitchen, her v neck lower than it was 20 minutes ago, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “What do you do Jungkook?” she leans down into his space, one hand squeezing his bicep as she asks her question.

“Um, I work as an editor for a film company.” His eyes shift to you and you roll your eyes again. “What about you?”

“Oh? Me? I work at a marketing firm. Was hoping to see y/n there.” She smiles at you. “But guess she didn’t apply? Maybe?”

“I didn’t get hired.” You state plainly. “But I didn’t want to work there anyway.” You grip your thigh in annoyance.

“y/n is probably too good for that company anyway.” Jungkook says, his hand reaches for yours and you relax a little bit.

“Right.” Manny nods her head exaggeratedly, “That’s got to be it…” she winks at you and you give a half ass smile.

“So Jungkook…” she finally takes a seat next to him, her hand still on his arm. “Film, huh? That’s soo cool. What do you do in your spare time?” she squeezes his bicep again, “Besides working out, of course.” She laughs.

Jungkook looks at you in panic, his eyes shifting from yours to his arm and you just roll your eyes.

“Manny.” You cut in, “How’s Luis?”

“Oh, we broke up.” She says smiling at Jungkook. “Nothing to worry about it.”

“And what’s to worry about,” you lean over and detach her fingers from Jungkook’s arm. “Hm?”

“Oh nothing.” Manny shakes her head.

“Manny, did you ever take my things out of the drier?” Your grandma speaks up, “Please put them in my room if you haven’t already.”

“Speaking of rooms.” Your mom and dad walk into the kitchen, their hands joined together.

“What?” you ask.

“Grandma is in Jungkook’s room. So Jungkook will have to stay in your room with you.” She says nonchalantly.

“Hm? Okay.” You shrug while Jungkook’s eyes widen just slightly. “Where are aunt and uncle sleeping? And Daniel and the rest? “Oh, we got a hotel.” Manny says, “Which sucks because it would have been fun to have a little slumber party.” She says in pout. You give her a tight smile and nod.

“Sure.” You get out, “Guess it’s just me and Jungkook for the slumber party.” You wink at her and Jungkook laughs as he squeezes your hand.

“Can’t wait baby.”

“Oh, you guys are gross.” Manny gags, “We get it.”

“Yeah, behave.” Your mom gives you a pointed look, “You’re still in your parent’s house.”

“Sorry, sorry. We’re just messing around.” You wave your hand, “Also, I can get your things from the drier grandma, I am going upstairs anyway to change.”

“Thank you sweetie.”

You let go of Jungkook’s hand as you stand up, he looks up at you in panic. You’re leaving him here with Manny?! He’s not stupid, this girl is clearly not caring about the whole boyfriend thing but he doesn’t want to make a scene by saying something to her.

“I’ll go with you.” Jungkook rushes to say earning strange looks from your parents. “Be—because I should bring up our bags from the car.”

“Ah, yes! That’s true, that’s true.” Your mom nods her head in agreeance, “You two go.”

Upstairs is much quieter, Jungkook thinks to himself. Just the background noise of muffled voices and occasional laughter. You two are in your childhood bedroom with both of your bags on your small bed. You are digging through your own luggage when you hear Jungkook clear his voice.

“What’s up?” you don’t look up to see him, you continue digging into your bag for some sleep shorts and a t shirt.

“This bed is tiny.” Jungkook groans, “How are we going to sleep on it?”

“I suppose one of us could make a palette on the flo—”

“—No.” Jungkook shakes his head, “I just mean, you’ll have to sleep super close to me.”

“That doesn’t bother me. Does it bother you suddenly?” you grab the small shorts from your bag and set them on the bed.

“W-What? No…” he admits shyly, his teeth on full display at he smiles at his own bag. “I was just saying.”

“Will Vanessa not like it?” you whisper as you find the t shirt. “Because—”

“Actually we—”

“—ask her?”

“No, it’s fine. Trust me.” Jungkook brings out his own change of clothes and stands here awkwardly, not knowing where to go.

“I do trust you.” You breathe out, “We can just turn around and change.” You offer, already spinning on your heels and lifting your sweater over your head. Jungkook continues to stare at you until he’s hit with realization. He quickly turns around and starts changing as well.

“You sure let Manny touch you however she pleases.” You spit out quietly. Jungkook freezes mid shirt lift, his eyes growing in panic.

“It’s not that I was letting her…I just…I didn’t know what to do…I’m sorry—”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes even though he cannot see. “I’m just—it’s my fault. Me and Manny grew up together. The boy she liked in high school liked me…and ever since then she’s always…” you wiggle into your sleep shorts, slipping the material over your ass.

“Oh, I get it.” Jungkook slips on a new t shirt, “I’m done. Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

You both turn around, smiling sheepishly at one another. He’s wearing black sweats with a plain white t shirt and you in your sleep shorts you always use to wear around the apartment that use to drive Jungkook wild and one of his black t shirts.

“Hey, that’s mine.” He pouts, pointing at the shirt you’re wearing.

“Mine now.” You poke your tongue out. Jungkook pretends to reach over the bed to grab your tongue which makes you laugh.

“Don’t let Manny touch you again.” You blurt out, “I don’t like it.”

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he stares at you, he begins walking to the other side of the bed until he’s standing in front of you.

“Why don’t you like it?” he asks softly.

“It’s annoying to look at it.”

“It irritates you to see another girl touch me?”

“It’s irritating when that girl is my cousin.”

“Why does it matter who it is specifically?” Jungkook steps closer to you, he pushes his hands in his sweat pockets.

“I don’t want you to fuck my cousin, Jungkook. Sue me.” Your straightforwardness makes Jungkook chuckle.

“I wouldn’t fuck your cousin, y/n.”

“Yeah, because you have Vanessa.” You remind him.

“Actually we—”

“—we should head back downstairs.” You try pushing past him but he catches your wrist.

“Tell me why it irritates you so much.”

“I just don’t like it, Jungkook.” You huff.

“Are you perhaps jealous?” Jungkook lowers your wrist, but he doesn’t let go.

“Why would I be jealous?” You yank your wrist from his hold and push past him, walking towards your bedroom door. “Come on.”

You basically told him you weren’t jealous but why did it have to happen that when teams were being chosen for this game night, Jungkook and Manny would get paired together.

The universe is laughing at you. Manny is…shameless. She has no problem flirting with someone else’s man…you’re no exception. You can tell Jungkook is slightly uncomfortable and not really enjoying the attention but still, somehow you are fuming. It’s not like he’s being exceptionally nice to her, he’s just not being standoffish enough to your liking.

“Oh, Jungkook!” Manny giggles for no reason, she leans into Jungkook’s space, just laughing away while sit you here and watch. He chuckles awkwardly, his hands messing with the playing cards in front of him. You hate this view. You thought any view with Jungkook would be a nice one, but you were wrong. Watching your cousin fawn over him like this is making you angry as fuck. As it should, right? Jungkook is your boyfriend! Well—not actually. But still! As far as Manny is concerned, Jungkook is your man, and she needs to back off.

“Manny, could you maybe give my boyfriend some space.” You snap, your voice cutting in through your family’s chatter. The room quiets down and all eyes are on you.

Manny looks all around the room, red creeping on her cheeks as she sits here, embarrassed. She opens her mouth to speak when you hold up a hand to stop her. Then you use that hand to gesture towards their bodies,

“He’s clearly uncomfortable that you are sitting so close, and frankly, I am too.”

“y/n…”

“And he’s too nice to say anything.” Your cold eyes look at her then they slide to Jungkook, “Which is something you need to work on babe.”

“I am not even sitting that close, jeez, you are as dramatic as ever.” Manny tries to roll her eyes, while subtlety scooting away. “And really? You try to call me out in front of everyone?”

“Oh? Should we talk in private then?”

“y/n.” this time the one saying your name is Jungkook. “Maybe we should go to sleep. Start new tomorrow, huh?” The tension between you and Manny too much for him to handle right now, especially in front of everyone.

“I think that’s a great idea.” It’s grandma. “It’s way past my bedtime too.”

“I think your aunt and uncle were just talking about how it’s almost time to leave too. Perfect timing!” Your mom chimes in, “Let’s all say goodnight.”

You don’t say anything to Jungkook as you peel back the baby pink duvet on your bed, you just stare down at your twin mattress with hard eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You continue to stay silent as you slip under the covers, scooting all the way towards the edge of the bed as far as you possibly can.

“y/n…” Jungkook pats in the last of his facial moisturizer into his skin, “I asked if you’re okay?” his back is facing you as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing his moisturizer back in his bag. “It was interesting,” (Hot.) “To see you all…protective,” (Jealous.) “Tonight.”

“I’m going to sleep.” You are laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling fan. “I don’t feel like talking tonight.”

Jungkook lays down next to you, his body so freaking close. He lays on his side, facing you. His right arm going under his head, trying his hardest to get comfortable in such close quarters.

“No talking, but maybe cuddling?” Jungkook whispers, and you of course hear it clear as day because he is so fucking close to you.

“Call me crazy but I don’t feel like cuddling with a guy who can’t even tell another girl to fuck off.” You shut your eyes. “Not in the mood.”

Jungkook blinks a few times, your words sinking in. You’re kind of right, he should of said something too but he didn’t know what to say. It’s your cousin! In front of your family! And he tried his hardest to lean away from Manny as much as possible.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re right. I should have said something.” His left hand reaches out to grab your hand that rests on top of your stomach.

“Yeah, you should have. But now I’m the asshole who called her out in front of everyone.”

Jungkook remembers it, and he darkly chuckles.

“Yeah, and it was hot.” He admits, making you open your eyes as you snap your head towards him.

“You think me being crazy jealous was hot?” you give him a look like he’s crazy.

“So you are jealous?” Jungkook smirks, “But I don’t see it that way. I see it as being protective over what’s yours.”

“So, you’re mine?” you turn to lean on your side, your body bumping into his. “At least until the end of this trip right?” you laugh, “I can’t believe you just don’t want to disappoint grandma.”

“At least until the end of this trip.” Jungkook leans his head closer to yours, “You finally brought home a boyfriend.” He grins as his forehead slightly bumps into yours.

What does Jungkook mean at least? And why does he always become closer and closer to you?

If you were to lift your head up at all, his lips would be dangerously close to yours.

“Jeez, how many fake boyfriends am I going to have this year?” you joke, keeping your head down, “I really got to find a real one by now.”

“I know the room is dark,” Jungkook begins, “But I still want to see your eyes when we talk.”

“Didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk?”

“y/n…” Jungkook whines, “You’re still mad at me?”

“Not really, it’s not your fault. I’m just still pissed at the situation.” You admit quite easily. “It’s honestly so disrespectful of her. You’re my boyfriend. You’re my man. You’re mine.”

Jungkook’s hand settles over your waist, he grabs on and brings you in closer to his body. He inhales you, taking in your scent. You smell so good to him, he could inhale you forever. Your words echo in his mind as he snuggles you closer. Your man? His heart races faster and faster as the echo gets louder.

“I’m yours, hm?” he runs his fingers down your side, starting from your shoulder until the top of your hip bone. “Does that make you mine?” He breathes out, “Are you mine baby?” his fingers dance over your hips, your shirt and shorts separating his fingers from touching your warm skin.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out, closing your eyes from his gentle touch.

“Do I though?” Jungkook’s hand lingers over your hips, until he is playing with the end of your shirt.

“Let me touch your skin.” He softly begs, “It’ll feel nice.”

Your eyes open in surprise, what skin? Where will he be touching?

“Innocent, I swear.” Jungkook adds, “Just want to make you feel nice.”

“Isn’t that weird?” you finally ask.

“I don’t think so.”

“Fine.” You close your eyes again, “Touch me.”

Jungkook bites his lips when you give him the green light, he wasn’t expecting you to agree so quickly. Because what if it is weird? He just wants to touch your skin, no harm done. Jungkook leans up on his arms and tugs at the bottom of your shirt,

“I am going to slide this up a bit, okay?” he asks and you nod your head but you hear him chuckle.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, your eyes still closed.

Jungkook takes the material between his fingers and begins to slowly, very slowly ride the shirt up. His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark, where he can see you just enough. The shirt slides up your body, exposing your skin inch by inch. He gulps.

He lifts the shirt up until your pretty blue bralette is showing itself, your breasts falling to the side giving you a good amount of cleavage. He gulps again.

When the shirt is all bunched up at your armpits, Jungkook lays back down on his side. The cold air that spins in circles thanks to the fan is causing your skin to get goosebumps, your stomach feeling extra sensitive.

“Touch me, Jungkook.” You softly command. “I want you to.”

Jungkook swallows hard at your straightforwardness. His hand slowly creeps up to your shoulder, his fingers brushing against the material of the t shirt before he’s lightly dragging his fingers down your side. His fingertips hit your exposed skin, he lightly glides them down, just barely touching you. When he reaches your hip bone he dances his fingers lower until they’re grazing your lower stomach. His touch is so light it’s got your breathing getting just a bit heavier. He repeats his action a few times, starting from your shoulder until his fingers glide across your bare stomach. He’s right, it does feel nice. Too nice, almost.

“How do my fingers feel?” He clears his throat, his voice nice and low. Your eyes shoot open at his question. This is all innocent, but why does that question feel so dirty?

“They feel so good.” You breathe out, “So good.”

Jungkook smiles and continues sliding his fingers over your lower stomach, causing you to release a long, shaky breath. His touch is so fucking good, his touch leaving a trail of fire. As his fingers lightly skid across your stomach he leaves behind such heat. His fingers finally glide up, they barely reach right under your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, his fingers so dangerously close to your tits and you want to smash your head on something. God, what it would feel like to have them being touched by his large hand.

Jungkook uses just his pointer finger to drag his finger down from the center of your lower chest until he’s passing your belly button, until he’s reaching your lower stomach again, his finger stopping at the drawstrings on your shorts.

You can’t help but release a long, quiet moan as his finger does that over and over. You clench your stomach muscles with each stroke of his fingers. Why does Jungkook have to make you feel so fucking good?

Jungkook feels himself getting hard against your thigh, but he doesn’t care to hide it. Touching your warm, soft skin feels so intimate and that moan you released? His cock needs to hear more. He grabs a hold of your hip, the material of the shorts in the way of your skin.

“Can I lower these a little?” he pants out. “Just a little.”

“Yes.” You feel your breaths getting heavier.

Jungkook slips his fingers under the shorts and slowly drags down the material over your hip, your panties sliding down as well. Jungkook grunts in approval, he thumbs your hip bone causing you to quietly whimper.

“You really like your hips and stomach to be touched.” He states.

“S-Sensitive.” You admit.

Jungkook massages the skin of your hip, very, very lightly. Almost like he isn’t touching you at all, like he’s just trying to tease you. And it’s working. You feel your breaths become more erratic. You keep your eyes closed as the light feeling of his fingertips begin to make you wet. You can’t help but slightly rotate your hips in circles as he touches you, and you can’t help but moan when he puts more pressure into his massage on your hip.

“You like that?” Jungkook breathes out, “Feel good?”

Your hips move faster underneath his electric touch, you start to become desperate, needing more. You finally open your eyes, Jungkook notices how dark and captivating they look. You reach forward until your own hand is at his shirt.

“Off.”

Jungkook looks at you, very confused. But he doesn’t waste another moment when he sits up and throws his shirt off.

“Good.” Your hands go to grope his chest. His strong muscles flex beneath your touch. You drag your hands down his chest until they stop at the waistband of his sweats, he throws his head back as you explore the front of his body.

“Want to touch you too.” You admit between harsh breaths.

Jungkook’s hand goes to the shirt bunched around your shoulders and tugs on it,

“Off too.” He guides you to sit up and he helps you take off your shirt. Your strappy bralette leaves almost nothing to the imagination, Jungkook thinks. The material is so very thin that he sees your hard nipples and he wants to brush his thumb over them. But he refrains.

“Much better.” Jungkook says in one breath. “Now lay down.”

You do as he says, this time you lay on your back instead of your side. You try breathing in and out normally but can’t help how irregular your breaths are.

“Jungkook.” You whine, “Touch me.”

“So needy.” Jungkook’s hand hovers over the top of your stomach, “My baby is so needy.” He whispers.

You reach up and caress Jungkook’s cheek, “I am.” You admit. Jungkook throws his head back, biting on his lip as he grins.

“Good girl.” His fingers lightly dance below your belly button and you whine. He glides his fingers lower and lower until they’re at your waistband.

“Going to pull these down…just a little.” His voice cracks as he stares down at you.

You nod your head and tell him yes over and over.

He drags the shorts just a bit lower, right before your pussy is exposed. His fingers lightly touch your new exposed skin, and you moan. The feeling getting you so worked up.

“I want to do the same to you.” You try say between your rough breathing. “Let me touch you, Jungkook.” Your hands go to his stomach, your touch anything but light as you drag your hands down with pressure. You reach the top of his waist band and begin pulling down until he’s catching your wrist.

“And what do you think you are doing?” Jungkook’s low, deep voice sends a shiver down your god damn spine.

“Innocent, I promise.” You mock, “Want to touch you too.”

“I think we have had enough,” he teases lightly, bringing his hand back to his own body. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Fine, cuddle me.” You say, annoyed. You turn to your other side, where your back is facing him.

“Fine by me. But…” He sinks down further into the covers to spoon you, one arm going beneath your head and the other pulling you in by the hips, “Remember what happens when we get in this position.” You feel his hard cock poke your ass and you moan out quietly.

“What happens?” you play dumb.

“4 years ago, you asked me to cuddle you like this because you wanted to get fucked.” he says easily and you choke on your spit. He’s referencing that night?

Jungkook is so lost in you, he doesn’t care anymore. He will bring up that night a million times if he has to. He loves you. And he’s starting to get real tired of the constant tension between you two. He pushes his hips into your ass, you feel how hard he is and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I also said this position makes me feel safe.” You play innocent as you bump your ass into his crotch.

“I make you feel safe?”

“You make me feel a lot of things.” You whimper, backing your ass further into his cock, it’s so hard and poking against you in such a way that drives you nuts.

Jungkook groans as he feels you circling your hips into his crotch. His hand goes to your hip and he squeezes tightly making you moan out.

“You got to be more quiet baby.” Jungkook warns softly, “We don’t want your parents or your grandmother thinking we are really having that ‘slumber party’.” He jokes.

“Then what are we having?”

“Just some innocent massages between friends.” He comments with a snicker.

“Oh? Is my ass massaging your dick so innocent?” you whine out, “I don’t really do this sort of thing with my other friends.” You keep your eyes screwed shut.

“It’s very innocent.” Jungkook teases, he begins lightly humping you. He pushes his cock further and further on your ass cheeks, he moans when you two find a rhythm. He remembers when he fucked you in this position, he remembers it well. How you sounded, how you smelled, how you felt. He memorized the feeling of you.

“Fuck, y/n…” Jungkook quietly groans out. He rocks his hips into you faster, and you hate everything. You want to touch yourself so bad. You want to slide your fingers down your shorts and rub your aching clit, you would like it even more if it was Jungkook’s fingers.

“Not fair…” you say in pout, arching your back.

“What’s not?” he pants.

“I want to feel good too…” you say, flipping to your other side, facing him. You scoot impossibly close until his cock is pressed against your lower stomach.

“Innocently, of course.” You throw a leg over his waist as your hands go to his chest to guide him to lay on his back. “Gonna make us both feel good.” Your eyes are glazed over in lust as you speak.

You straddle his hips and find the right placement in sitting down…his cock nice and snug between your clothed folds. You begin moving your hips until you have the right angle on your clit and you moan.

“Is this okay?” you breathe out and Jungkook nods his head quickly.

You begin rocking yourself against his clothed cock, he quietly whimpers at the feeling. Jungkook screws his eyes shut as his mouth falls open and wonderful panting leaves his lips. You watch him lose his composure as you hump him, you pick up the pace, becoming more and more desperate. Your clit is thanking you. ‘Thank you bitch’ it says.

“I—I can’t” Jungkook moans out, “I—I can’t do this.”

You immediately slow down, rejection sinking in. “What do you mean? You don’t want to do—”

“—I don’t want to do this with clothes on.” Jungkook groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “I need you naked. Fucking now.” He grits out.

You finally still as you process his words. Are you two about to fuck? Is this really a good idea? Again? But you are so far gone…you are so beyond horny that you are able to push your logical thinking to the side.

“Okay.” You look at him with lust filled eyes, “Take off my clothes.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen but he’s nodding his head so fucking fast it’s almost comical. He rushes to unclasp your bralette, your breasts bouncing as they are freed. He sits up, and you are graced with the sight of Jungkook’s mouth sucking on your tit. You arch your back, pushing your breast further into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the hardened nub. You throw your head back in pleasure, his hand giving your other breast all the attention it needs.

“Shorts, Jungkook.” You beg. “Take them off me.”

Jungkook detaches his self from your breast and looks up into your eyes and smirks,

“Say please, princess.”

“Fucking please, please.”

Jungkook’s hands quickly find their way to your shorts and your rise to your knees to help him slip them off your legs. Your panties go down with the shorts and Jungkook couldn’t be more pleased.

“Oh my god baby.” Jungkook stares at you with dark eyes, “Your wetness is literally dripping down your inner thighs. You are so fucking wet.” He comments and you smile shyly.

“You…” you begin to say.

“What about me?” he teases, his fingers grazing your inner thigh, he wipes some of your cum off your sensitive skin.

“You did this to me.”

“Yes I did baby. And I will take full responsibility.” He guides your body up his own, you follow his lead.

“Ride my face.” He commands as he lays back down, his hand in yours still guiding you when you stop abruptly.

“W—What?”

“Ride my face baby.” He tugs on your hand and you hesitantly make your way closer to him. You stop when you are hovering over his chest, knees on either side of his neck when you start to get shy.

“I’ve never…”

“Keep going,” his hands go to your hips and he’s guiding you further up until your pussy is hovering over his warm mouth.

“Now sit.”

“Jungkook—”

“I said, sit.”

And you do, you lower yourself over his mouth…you slam your eyes shut, feeling nervous. But then you are met with his wet, warm tongue. You stay still as he begins licking at you, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. You start to relax as the sensation fills you up, his tongue swirling around causing you to release a long, breathy moan. You can’t help but start to rock your hips back and forth…the feeling even more spectacular. You try to keep quiet, you really do. But Jungkook’s tongue is quite literally fucking you.

“Ah, Jungkook.” You throw your head back, your eyes rolling all around as you ride his face faster. You feel Jungkook moan into your pussy, making you whimper even more.

You don’t know how much time has passed but it does not matter. Jungkook shows no sign of stopping anytime soon, his tongue working to make you feel so fucking good. You ride his face even harder now, your thighs shaking as you squeeze around his head.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You pant out, “I think I’m going to—”

You rock your hips as fast as you can as you feel your orgasm approaching, Jungkook’s hands squeeze your ass cheeks. He encourages you to rock against him even harder as he guides your hips. His tongue is laid flat against your clit as you ride him faster, you can feel how close you are. You thighs shake and you feel your pussy clench around nothing as your orgasm hits you. It hits you so fucking hard, like a strong wind that’s knocked you over.

“Fuuuuuucckkk.” You squeeze your thighs together, probably crushing Jungkook’s head as you come. You breathe so fucking hard as you try to hurry to come down from your amazing orgasm, you struggle to rise to your knees, so Jungkook helps lift you a bit until you are rising from his mouth.

You inch backwards until you are hovering over his chest, when he makes you sit down. You open your eyes, and take a look at the man before you.

His entire face is glistening with your cum and he looks so fucking happy about it. He’s trying to catch his own breath as he eyes you, his entire face wet with your cum. He is fucking grinning at you.

“You did so amazing baby.” He breathes out.

“That was incredible.” You admit. “Want to…” you start off hesitantly, “Want to fuck my mouth?”

Jungkook slams his eyes shut, and takes a few deep breaths before he slowly opens his eyes again.

“No…We should get cleaned up and go to sleep. Don’t you think?” he asks softly.

“Go…to sleep?” you ask, disappointed. “Sure.” You say kind of detached. “If that’s what you want.”

~~~~~~

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

It’s the next morning and you are trying your hardest to sleep away from Jungkook. But the bed is so small making it almost impossible. You didn’t sleep at all. Which feels unfair because Jungkook is next to you snoring away with a lazy arm thrown over your waist.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

Jungkook has a girlfriend but you and him…oh my god you made Jungkook a cheater. You are the fucking worst. You let lust win in this dangerous game you two are playing, you let it win and shove it’s victory in your face. You hate yourself. You feel so fucking bad! Vanessa may not be your favorite person but cheating is never okay.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

You wonder if Jungkook will feel these things too as he wakes up…you wonder if he will feel worse. Jungkook is a lot of things but a cheater isn’t one of them. He’s always felt strongly about the subject because of his mom and dad. Will he be weird with you? Will he feel worse than you? Will he be able to forgive himself?

Suddenly, Jungkook’s light snores go quiet and his arm is tightening around your waist just the slightest. He’s awake. He begins pulling you in closer to his body and then you feel his lips on your neck. He leaves just an innocent peck and then you think he may be going back to sleep with how comfortable he’s getting.

“Let’s get up.” You break the silence in the room, “I can hear people downstairs.”

“Oh, good morning.” You feel him smile on your neck, “Why don’t we stay here for just a few minutes?”

Has he not processed what he’s done? Where is his shame? His guilt? His regret? You feel sick.

“We really should get up.” You repeat. “I’m hungry.” You detach yourself from his body and rise from the bed. You don’t even look at him as you grab a change of clothes and exit the room to head towards the bathroom.

Jungkook is left on the bed wondering what’s up with you? Are you feeling awkward after last night? He thought you might be in a good mood…considering your orgasm…but instead your mood seems to be sour.

“Great.” Jungkook mutters underneath his breath. He gets up too, going to his bag to change for the day. When he’s done, he grabs his toiletries and makes his way to the bathroom. He stands outside the door, softly knocking. You swing the door open with your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth when you usher him inside.

“I’m going to wash up too…” Jungkook warns. He sets his small toiletry bag on the bathroom counter and takes out his face wash, moisturizer and tooth brush.

You nod your head as you continue to brush your teeth, toothpaste foaming at the corner of your mouth.

“How do you feel this morning?” Jungkook tries to make decent conversation as he applies his face wash to his face.

You spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth, wiping your face dry with a towel.

“Fine.” You spit out. “Just fine.”

Jungkook washes his face with water, and pats his face dry with a small towel, just nodding his head. He feels awkward.

“I feel fine too…” He adds, trying to add more to the convo. “Do you think grandma heard us last night?” he asks.

“Let’s not talk about last night.” You snap, “Can’t you read a room?”

You grab your things and leave the bathroom, leaving Jungkook wondering what the hell he did to make you so mad. Did you hate it that much? Maybe in the past he would have thought that but now…he knows how much you liked it. Loved it even. Jungkook doesn’t feel as insecure as before, he just knows the only way to solve this is to talk to you. Communication.

Communication would be a lot easier if he was given a god damn chance at talking to you but your mom is keeping you so busy in the kitchen with your gossipy aunt’s chitter chatter filling every crevice of the room. You nod along, even laugh as you listen. Jungkook is in the backyard with the three kids, keeping them entertained as you, Manny, Larissa, your aunt and mom bake in the kitchen with grandma sipping her tea at the table. Your dad, uncle and Daniel are in the living room watching some show, clanking their beer bottles together in celebration. Today is Christmas eve. Apparently this is when your family does most of the major celebrating, you guys bake and cook all day, eat a grand dinner and open presents. And Christmas day you just eat leftovers and chill.

The youngest kid has grown quite fond of Jungkook, she tends to feel left out by her two older brothers. Jungkook plays with her and she has already formed an attachment making your cousin in law laugh at them fondly.

“Your boyfriend is great with kids! Lucky you.” Larissa winks at you as she rolls the cookie dough on the counter.

“Yeah, yeah.” You say plainly.

“y/n…what’s wrong?” Manny comes up to your side, “Trouble in paradise?”

“No, Manny.” You snap. “But I bet you would like that.”

“Girls, let’s not fight.” Your aunt cuts in while your mom just looks at you worried.

“I would hardly call it a fight.” You hear your grandmas sweet voice over everyone else’s. “Now how are those drop cookies coming along girls?”

“They’re coming.” You say. “If Manny ever finishes with the dry ingredients.”

“I told you I was almost done, chill out.”

“Girls.” Your mom warns, “y/n, why don’t you go keep Jungkook company?”

Your eyes go from your moms to outside where Jungkook is and you panic.

“No, it’s okay…he’s fine.”

“You know what?” Your grandma speaks up, “I think I will if you won’t.” She sweetly chuckles. She stands from her place at the table, grabs her tea cup and makes her way to the outside table instead, closing the backyard door behind her.

“Hi dear.” Your grandma nods towards Jungkook as he plays pirates with the boys. He is laughing and pretending to have a hook hand, while the boys giggle and run around. The youngest claims she is the lost princess and that Jungkook has to save her. Grandma watches with joy, loving how well he gets along with the children.

“Hi.” Jungkook says out of breath from playing. He tells the kids to keep playing and that he will return shortly, they beg and whined that he stay but he says if they keep playing he will steal them some of the first cookies. The kids nod their head aggressively in agreement.

“How are you this afternoon?” he takes a seat across from her.

“Why is my granddaughter mad at you?” She smiles at Jungkook and his face drains of all color.

“Um…what do you mean?”

“Anyone with eyes knows you two have been strange all morning and afternoon.” Your grandma brings her tea to her mouth, “Maybe Manny was right, there is trouble in paradise.” She smiles again, “The key is to talk to her. Find out what’s going on.”

Jungkook groans, throwing his head into his hands. He lifts his head up again to speak but decides to just groan again in frustration.

“She won’t give me a chance to speak to her.” He admits. “She’s avoiding me.”

“Make the chance happen.” Grandma advices, “You’re a good kid, Jungkook. Even though you decided to lie to poor old me.”

“Lie?”

“You think I really couldn’t tell that you’re not really dating my granddaughter? I’ve been around too long to get fooled by something like that. But I see your feelings are real. So are hers. So why aren’t you two together?”

Jungkook sits here, absolutely stunned silent. He doesn’t know how to respond! Grandma begins sipping on her tea again when she lowers it to speak.

“Go talk to her honey. I want to see my grandbaby happy.”

“I guess we don’t have to pretend anymore.” Jungkook finally speaks.

“No, no. Keep going, it is quite entertaining, dear.” Your grandma chuckles, “Plus, it keeps Manny on her toes. Best if she thinks you are taken. Once she finds out that you are single…I fear for your life, boy.” Your grandma laughs out loud, making Jungkook join her.

“Fair enough.” He says, “But how do I…how do I get her to talk to me?”

“I’m sure you know her better than I do.” Grandma points out, “You’ll figure out what works best for her.”

And your grandma is right, he does know you best. But what will work? When you have avoided things in the past he has usually been the one to force answers out of you. Now is no different.

All the baking for the day is complete, you sit down at the table in the kitchen and let your head fall to the table top. You moan out in satisfaction that you all are finally done…how unfair that the guys got to just chill all day? Your mom has been cooking with your aunt for Christmas dinner while you and your cousins worked on pies and cookies. And they sat and drank beer. Typical.

“Hey.” You feel Jungkook’s warm breath hit your ear and you look up at him, his face so close to yours as he is leaned down to speak to you.

“Can we talk?”

“Nothing to talk about.” You lay your head back down on the table until you feel your arm being pulled upwards, causing you to stand to your feet.

“Don’t be a brat. Let’s go.” Jungkook pulls you up, and starts pulling you in the direction of the staircase.

“Let go of me.” She say weakly, “I can walk myself.”

Jungkook let’s go of your arm and instead reaches for your hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours and you roll your eyes.

“I said, I can walk myself.”

Jungkook only shakes his head in response, guiding you up the stairs until you two reach the bedroom, you both walk inside as Jungkook closes the door behind you two.

“Now talk.” He softly commands.

“Nothing to talk about?”

“y/n…” he warns and you feel your eyes start to sting.

“We fucked up, Jungkook.” You blink back the stinging in your eyes, shame, guilt, and regret joining you.

“How so?”

“What do you mean ‘How so?’” you ask incredulously. “Do you not remember the events of last night? You have a girlfriend!” you throw your hands in the air, “You are a cheater! I’m the one you cheated with…oh my god…”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words and he starts shaking his head. He tries walking closer to you but you only step back until your back meets the wall.

“We fucked up.” You cry out. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Jungkook asks softly. You are starting to wonder why this dude is not panicking.

“I made you a cheater.” You cry. Jungkook walks closer to you again until he’s wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You didn’t.” he whispers. “Vanessa and I…we aren’t together right now.”

You sniffle into his shoulder as you process his words…not together right now? What does that even mean?

“She broke up with me.” He begins to explain, “Said she wants to break up until New Year’s but I don’t think we will be getting back together.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Oh.” You untangle yourself from Jungkook’s arms, “But you aren’t a cheater?”

“No.”

You sigh out in relief, a huge, long, heavy sigh. Thank God. You feel shame, guilt, and regret leave your body making you feel ten times lighter.

“So I have nothing to feel bad for?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Jungkook smiles at you, “Now can we go enjoy Christmas? I cannot wait to give you your present.”

You pull on your hair, feeling nervous suddenly. Is he just going to brush past this too? Are you two not going to bring up last night in more detail? Figure out what it means for you two? Are you two just friends who occasionally hook up? That’s not what you want. What do you want? “Sure.”

~~~~~

“Dinner was delicious, honey.” Your dad says reaching over to cup your moms cheek. “I think I ate way too much this year.”

“Oh sweetheart, you say that every year.” Your mom laughs, “What about everyone else? Eat enough?”

Everyone around the table groans in happiness, nodding their heads yes and complimenting the dinner.

“Well, I suppose we should get on to the presents portion of the evening?” Your mom stands from her chair, “Let’s all go into the living room around the tree.”

Everyone makes their way into the living room, you and Jungkook being the last two to make it inside. You two stand here awkwardly, not entirely too sure where to sit since it is a bit crowded. Your grandma points at you two with a cheeky smile.

“Mistletoe.” She yells out. “Mistletoe!”

You point at yourself in question and then at Jungkook. What mistletoe? Then you see Jungkook looking up and his face turning completely red. Oh.

“We really don’t—”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” you hear your various family members chanting. Your parents grinning like fools as they chant as well. Your grandma winks at Jungkook and Jungkook goes even redder.

“We don’t have to Jungkook” you whisper. Jungkook clears his throat repeatedly until his face begins going back to his normal color.

“No, it’s tradition right?”

“I mean, I guess.” You shrug, you begin to turn red yourself.

“C’mere.” He reaches for your hand and pulls you in to his chest, then his other hand goes to cup your jaw. “Just one kiss.” He whispers.

You feel all his body heat enter your body, his touch making you so fucking warm. You nod your head pathetically as you tilt your head up. Jungkook smiles down at you and leans in just a bit, his forehead pressing against yours. Your eyes go to his lips, they are pink and his bottom lip is plump. Jungkook leans lower until his mouth is hovering over yours and he very innocently pecks your lips. You wish his kiss had lingered longer but it is short but sweet. He leans away from you, his forehead still pushed up against your own when you surge forward and kiss him again.

You hear the hollering of your cousin Daniel and his wife Larissa, Manny probably pouting. Your aunt and uncle are giggling and your parents laughing but telling you to behave. Your grandma snickers to herself and starts softly clapping her hands together.

“I thought I said just one?” Jungkook teases, his hand lowering to his side but his other hand keeps holding yours.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You admit confidently “Now let’s do presents!” you turn to face everyone else.

“Agreed!” your mom yells out excitedly. “First, we have Manny from Daniel…”

The night continues, everyone exchanging presents. Your parents loved their gifts, your mom thought the necklace was very thoughtful and your dad says he would love to take you to the game with him. You give Jungkook your gift, he yelps in excitement when he unwraps his gift when he sees the boots.

“Thanks baby, I know I haven’t shut up about these shoes for months!” he leans in to hug you. “Now it’s my turn.” He grins.

He searches the tree for the last gift of the night: Jungkook to you. He grabs the box and hands it to you, a shy smile making its way on his lips.

“Here, for you.” He sits back and waits for you to unwrap it. Your parents and the rest of your relatives wait as well.

“Okay, here I go.” You begin unwrapping the box, throwing the gift paper to the side on the floor and are met with a brown box. You raise a brow at Jungkook and he just smiles widely.

“Go on,” he says, “Open it.”

So you do. You carefully open the box and pull out a wooden box—a music box. The top of the music box is glass with a photo of you and Jungkook, your heart absolutely melts into two.

“Open it, open it.” He urges excitedly.

“Okay…”

You lift the top of the music box, revealing its insides. Your absolute favorite song in the world starts playing and you feel the waterworks coming. This song means everything to you. He knows it is your favorite.

“Read what it says…” he mentions shyly. “There’s a message.”

I will always believe in you. I will always support you. And I will always love you.

You read the message to yourself a few times over and you start sniffling, a few tears leaving your eyes. You look up to make eye contact with Jungkook and he smiles. You close the box and slip it back inside the box and set it to the side, you crawl towards Jungkook and hug him. Your arms wrap around his neck and you throw your head into his shoulder, and you start mumbling your thanks.

“Of course baby.” He whispers into your hair, “I mean it.”

“I know you do…” you murmur. “I know.” You sniffle harder. “And I love you more.”

You, yourself aren’t entirely sure how you meant the words ‘I love you’ in this moment. You are so overwhelmed and overjoyed that you aren’t sure if you said it platonically or romantically. All you know is that you meant it.

“That’s impossible.” Jungkook chuckles. You slowly leave his arms, feeling embarrassed now that you’re crying in front of everyone.

“What did it say?” Manny asks, “You didn’t even share!”

“Let’s leave it between the love birds.” Your grandma says.

“Love birds indeed.” Your mom grins, “Well, Santa comes nice and early tomorrow!” she says to the kids.

“Are you sure about leaving them here tonight?” Daniel asks, “Santa can come to the hotel too.”

“Don’t be silly,” your mom says, “I will put them to bed on the sofas. It will be fine.”

“Okay, we will see you all bright and early tomorrow morning then.” Larissa begins packing up their things.

“Heading out already?” Your dad asks, “Well, take some food with you.”

You and Jungkook stay seated on the floor, as the rest begin cleaning up. Your mom picks up all the gift wrapping paper off the floor while your dad puts away gifts and you and Jungkook sit side by side.

“Did you like your gift?” Jungkook inches closer to you.

“I love it, Jungkook.” You lean into his shoulder, resting your head on him. “It makes me so happy.”

“What about me…do I make you happy?”

“So happy.” You admit. “I hope I can make you this happy too.”

“You do.” Jungkook leans his head on top of yours. “Like, you have no idea.” He reaches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours.

“Do you two want to head to bed? We got the cleaning covered.” Your mom offers. You yawn in response, showing her that you could use some sleep.

“Yeah, okay.” You accept gratefully, you stand up taking Jungkook with you. You two say your goodnight’s and head towards the stairs up to your bedroom.

“Goodnight you two.” Your grandma sings, sending a wink to Jungkook and he goes red again.

“Why does she keep winking at you?” You wonder out loud.

“No idea…” Jungkook is quick to respond. “Weird…”

When you and Jungkook get to your room, you both rush to get changed and wash up in the bathroom. He finishes before you, settling into the bed. You come in next, wearing your sleep shorts and a tank top. You turn the lights off and make your way to your bed, you slip inside and groan in satisfaction…ah, sleep time.

“Hey y/n…”

“Hm?” you sleepily roll over to your side to face Jungkook, “What’s up?”

“I just want to say…” he pauses and bites his lip. “Thanks. I just want to say thanks.”

“For what babe?”

“For bringing me for Christmas…this is the first time I have felt so at home in years.” He admits, “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“I’m glad you’re happy Jungkook.”

“More than happy.” He corrects. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”

“Then tell me.”

“Can I show you instead?” Jungkook leans closer to you, tilting his head at the right angle. “Can I kiss you?”

You can’t help but swallow hard, Jungkook wants to kiss you? To show you what you mean to him? That’s romantic right? You aren’t totally reading this wrong?

“Why?” you ask, gulping down your spit.

“Because.” He breathes out softly, “Please.”

You can smell the toothpaste on his breath, you can smell his laundry detergent on his clothes, you can smell the shampoo in his hair. You inhale him and hold your breath.

“If I say no?” you blink up at him and he smiles softly.

“Then I will respect that.” He answers honestly.

With your eyes still adjusting to the darkness it is hard to see his eyes but you just know they are soft and inviting.

“Jungkook…” You scoot closer to him, moving your head to be at level with his face. “Baby…” you whimper out as you lean in closer to his face.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, his breath hitting your lips. “Because—”

Your lips find his in a slow, tender kiss. You peck his lips over and over and you can feel his lips shaping into a smile. You pull away after a few seconds, feeling breathless after the short kiss.

“Goodnight Jungkook.” You scoot down until your head hits his chest and you snuggle into it.

“Goodnight baby.” Jungkook smiles, laying on his back as he stares up at the dark ceiling. How will he find sleep tonight? His heart is racing in his chest. Are you finally starting to understand his feelings? He knows he hasn’t talked about them yet…but he will. Yes, he definitely will.

[noteguk]

i was wondering how bad influence! jk and oc started interacting? like what made them start talking

[ ! ] this dabble is a prequel to “bad influence”

— words; 1.6k

~

Your professor was looking at you with expectation, the small piece of paper hanging between his fingers like the sword of Damocles over your head. You were staring at him in silence for a few seconds now, and the whole situation was starting to get awkward. 

“So,” he pressed on, dangling the paper in front of your eyes. On it, the name and phone number of one of your classmates. “What do you say?” 

When he asked you to stay after class, you expected it would be something related to tutoring. Your professor had mentioned it in passing a few times before, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when he told you he had found you someone who really needed your assistance. You were beaming with joy for precisely a minute and twenty one seconds until he revealed the name of your student. 

Jeon Jungkook. 

Before you had any chance to muster an excuse for why you couldn’t — under any circumstance — get close to someone like that, even less tutor him, your professor already had his card up his sleeve. “It’ll be good for your curriculum.” 

And you said yes in a heartbeat. 

~

Jungkook was predictable. You knew that he would be late (after all, his cringy bad boy persona would never allow him to follow one single rule in his life), you just didn’t know it would be almost two-hours-late. By the point that you saw that hurricane in human form walking into the library, you had already finished your homework for the entire week. 

He had the nerve to smirk at you, and you swore an oath to yourself that you wouldn’t present him with the irritation he was expecting. And you didn’t — with all the patience and kind-heartedness that your parents had pushed down your throat your entire life, you put on your best commercial smile and greeted him like he was just in time. 

“Well, now that you’re here, let’s start with the basics and go over some defense cells.” You tugged the heavy Immunology book towards you, quickly flipping the pages towards the chapter that you had chosen for that first session. Jungkook had already taken his typical slouched position on the chair next to you, looking like he was about to slide down to the carpeted floor. “I’d like to know how familiar you are with it, though. Can you start by telling me about the types of lymphocytes?” 

He chuckled, running one hand through his hair. “I have no idea what that shit is.”

You took a deep breath and ignored the irritation that was building up on your stomach. You didn’t know how someone could be so indifferent about everything. “Well... that’s why I’m here,” you managed to keep your voice cheerful. 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re here because you wanna get paid, princess. No need to play the Good Samaritan.”

You thought about telling him that you weren’t getting paid, but the idea wasn’t the best one. He’d probably mock you even more for wasting your Friday afternoon tutoring in the name of your curriculum. Not that he knew the importance of that, anyways. 

“This is some bullshit.” Jungkook rested his head on his crossed arms, lying over the table, pushing away your pens and notebooks as he did so. His black hair fell over his features as he grouchily mumbled out, “I don’t even know why I chose this class, it has nothing to do with my major.”

You were surprised that he was even majoring in something, instead of just frequenting the campus as an excuse to meet girls. “Well, I can't answer that for you, can I?” You asked, tapping on his book’s hardcover. That little antibody drawing was staring at you in a silent mockery, wondering if you’d be able to make him study — or even care about anything. “But I can help you with the rest. Now, come on. Types of lymphocytes.”

His eyebrows came down to form a confused frown. Jungkook would’ve probably given you the same reaction if you had just called his mother all the filthy names you could think of. “You’re really trying to teach me?” He asked. “Like, for real?” 

You sighed. The time you taught your little cousin how to read was less frustrating than that. “It’s kind of my job as a tutor, you know.”

Jungkook rose from his position and leaned back against the chair, his arms crossing before his chest. Beneath them, his strong pecs stressed against the fabric of his white shirt, but you refused to look. “You know that you can just pretend to teach me, I can pretend to learn, and you’re gonna get your credits anyways, right?” He asked as if you were the stupidest person he had ever met. “You don’t need to actually put in the effort, princess. Especially since I don’t give any fucks about immunology.” 

If he called you that stupid pet name one more time, you swore you were going to knock him out. “Well, I’m already here, I’d rather do things right.”

He scoffed, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes. “God, you’re so booooring,” he groaned. “Don't you have some charity work to do or something?” 

“I’m doing it right now.” You smiled. “I can see that you’re really trying to fail this class, don’t get me wrong. But I’m just trying to do my job—“

“Boooooring,” he sang, louder than the librarian would ever allow if she was close enough to hear him. Jungkook looked back at you, his eyes narrowed. You couldn’t really tell if he was disgusted or just annoyed. “Why do you even care? It’s just some stupid class, it doesn’t even matter. I’ll tell the professor you taught me everything and we can both go home.” 

“I can’t do that,” you said, firm. 

“Why not?” 

“First of all, because that’s wrong,” you told him. Just as you were about to say that, also, his unavoidable horrible grades would make clear that he hadn’t learned shit (which would make you look like a clown instead of a tutor), his laugh ruptured your sentence. 

“Oh, come on. You’re kidding me.” He smiled brightly — not a tender one, of course, but one full of perverse mockery. You had never met someone as condescending as Jungkook, and he was managing to push every single button inside you. “That’s wrong? What are you, six?” 

You frowned. “You’re the child here, just trying to find a easy way out instead of putting in the eff—“ 

“What are your dreams, princess?” He interrupted again, leaning his head to the side. You really, really, really hated him. “Wait, no, let me guess. A family, a suburban house, and a dog? A nine to five? Something like that? Having your husband cheat with the babysitter before you’re forty?”

Some part of you knew that he was just trying to make you so angry that you would give up on tutoring him. Jungkook didn’t know that you wouldn’t throw away your obligations so quickly, but he was able to make you mad enough to get an answer. “What are yours?” you spat, kindness long forgotten. “Remaining unemployed, talentless, mentally trapped in your twenties, and fucking desperate milfs for money until you die from an early overdose?” 

If your priest had heard you talk like that, he would most surely faint. 

Jungkook, however, didn’t seem so horrified. In fact, his disgusted smile quickly morphed into a diverted one, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Uh,” he mumbled. “Interesting.”

The shame from your previous outburst was starting to weigh down on you, but you managed to keep it undercover. “What?” 

“Didn’t know you had a mouth on you,” he said, clearly entertained. In a way, you were glad that he hadn’t taken your words to heart, because he could probably snap you in half if he was feeling like it. “You’re always so shy and shit. I thought you were going to cry.” 

“I’m not shy,” you spoke, defensive. You had gotten close to shedding a couple tears, but he didn’t need to know that. You hated confrontation. “I just don’t wanna talk to people like you unless I’m obligated to.” 

He raised his eyebrows — a silent threat. “People like me?”

There was a second of hesitation from your part that Jungkook didn’t miss. “Yes.” You couldn’t hold his piercing gaze. As much as Jungkook was annoying the shit out of you, you didn’t actually want to have a full-blown argument with him. Especially on university grounds. “People who can’t even tell me about lymphocytes. Now, are you done with your victimization session? Can we start, or do you wanna tell me more about how you’re burning college money and you are so superior because of it?” 

He chuckled and looked you up and down — actually looked at you. Weirdly enough, it felt like the first time that Jungkook was actually seeing you, and not the empty shell of a stereotype that he had built for you in his peanut-sized brain. “You’re really trying here, aren’t you?” He asked. 

You didn’t know if he was talking about the tutoring session anymore, but you decided not to bite. “Is that a sin now?” And, before he could say anything else, you added, “Page 124. Come on. Unlike you, I don’t have all day to sit around doing nothing.” 

He smirked. “You’re more fun than you look, princess.” 

And, for the first time, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t predictable — he actually opened the book on the page you told him to. 

~

One hour later, he was already dozing off, a small puddle of saliva accumulating on top of his chaotic notes. Still, you counted that as a victory. 

~

BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing xi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 396

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a/n:

hi everyone !!! here we are with the weekly update hehe, and it's a brief chapter but it does direct it up to the next one, and that'll be far more ... happening ... if you catch my drift 🤣

anyways, apologies for the silence again - uni has been absolutely kicking my butt and I'm lowkey on the verge of burnout but we'll pull through !!!

hope you enjoy the chapter 🥺❤️

Jungkook sits across from Jennie when it happens.

“What the—?”

“We need to talk.” Jimin glares, hand already grabbing him by the collar when he tugs Jungkook out of his seat. He doesn’t bother to send Jennie a look of acknowledgment, though he doubts she’s at any fault. He was only there for one thing and the subject of his disdain only looks perplexed and confused.

“Can we do this later?” Jungkook huffs, gesturing between his body and Jennie’s. She’s blinking at the interaction, then picks up her purse to shoot the two boys a half-hearted smile.

“I think I know what you needed to say,” She smiles. Then she looks over to Jimin who’s still glaring down at the younger boy, “Good luck.”

Her wish only makes Jungkook gulp, but he can more or less guess what Jimin is dragging him by collar about.

When he manages to ruffle his clothes back into position and sees the angry slope of Jimin’s back, he takes a deep breath. Jimin was by no means a terrifying person on average, in fact, he was quite debatably one of the most pleasant people anyone could know.

But Jimin was loyal and he stuck by the people he cared about with all his heart. He’d fight and he’d defend them till the end of time, and you were no different. Especially since the two of you grew up with each other, Jimin seeing you grow from an inquisitive toddler to the intelligent woman you were today—Jimin would die to protect you.

So when Jimin shuffles through his backpack to hand Jungkook a pack of ice, he can only stare at the cold object in the palm of his hands.

“What is this—?”

“You’ll need it.” Jimin deadpans, then he’s rolling up his sleeves.

“I thought we were talking?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow.

“We are,” Jimin retorts, eyes unblinking when he stares the younger boy down with a heavy-lidded gaze, “After I beat your ass for fucking _____ over.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, ready to defend but Jimin’s resolute glare only makes him cower in submission. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that there was no way he could get a word in even to meekly apologise because when Jimin had his mind set on something, he wouldn’t stop until that goal was achieved.

And it seems that Jimin’s goal was to give Jungkook a physical reminder on why he shouldn’t fuck with the things or people he loved.

“Let me take off my jacket,” Jungkook mutters, defeated.

After multiple shoves against the wall and a generous swing to his cheek, Jungkook is begrudgingly holding the ice-pack against his bruising face.

Jimin doesn’t look apologetic when the two of them sit side-by-side on the sidewalk, or even when Jungkook’s lip busted open. He knew Jungkook could take it, he was twice his size. Even more so, Jungkook knew Jimin had every reason to act the way he did.

“Thanks for the ice pack, by the way,” Jungkook says sarcastically, wincing when he moves his mouth a little too much.

Jimin doesn’t gratify him with a response, instead levels a stare so menacing that it could send anyone running. But Jungkook’s done a bit too much of that recently; so he stays, braces himself for the words that were to leave Jimin’s lips.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook sighs, scrunching his face before tossing the ice pack aside. He supposed that it was nearly useless, nearly melting into a puddle that drips down his arm uncomfortably.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook confesses softly.

“You’ve got a set of nerves on you if you thought it was ever okay to say the shit you did to her, let alone a human being.” Jimin frowns, pulling Jungkook but his collar so that he’d look at him.

Jimin’s face is permanently etched into a scowl, but Jungkook already knows he’s fucked up. The constant reminder of you turning to different directions whenever you’d spot him was enough to hurt more than a punch to the face.

“I know.” Jungkook whispers, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Do you, Jungkook?” Jimin spits, glaring down at the boy who remains helpless under his grasp, “I told you to not fuck with her and you deliberately went against what I said.” His reminder is vicious and quiet, a hiss in the wind that blows.

Jungkook hears it loud and clear, “I know,” He exasperates, still as frustrated with himself as he was with the entire situation, “I know.” He repeats, more defeatedly.

Jimin shoves Jungkook back by releasing his grip around the collar that he nearly stumbles. But Jungkook catches himself just barely when Jimin rises to his feet, looking down at his younger friend like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoes.

“Why?” Jimin asks after a beat of silence.

Jungkook purses his lips. He knows why, but he still can’t bring himself to say it. Not when he knows he’s fucked up and Jimin is rightfully furious. He knows Taehyung knows at this point too, there was nothing that Jimin knew that Taehyung didn’t. It was just that Jimin was the more confrontational one where Taehyung was passively aggressive with his anger.

“I …” Jungkook trails off weakly, standing up to reach Jimin’s height but despite his friend being taller, his presence was already intimidating enough.

“You doing that shit with her was one thing, because if it was consensual I’d go on my merry way,” Jimin sneers, poking a firm finger into Jungkook’s chest, “But you had to go and poke at her insecurities to hurt her. On purpose. That’s where you fucked up. Royally.”

Jungkook blinks, intently listening and observing the way Jimin’s chest rises and falls with every breath he heaves.

“It’s taking everything in me not to smear your reputation on campus for the shit you did,” Jimin’s eyes flutters shut and his voice is threatening. Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he still remains quiet, “But against my better conscience, you’re my friend. And I’m so fucking disappointed in you.” Jimin croaks like he’s conflicted.

And for the first time ever since the conversation started, Jungkook feels bad for Jimin; specifically. He knew that it was difficult to defend your friend while berating another, and he hated himself for putting him into a difficult position. It was an internal dispute that Jimin and Taehyung would have to face between holding Jungkook accountable and leaving him to dust.

There was history, between the four of you. But there was unseen history between Jimin and Jungkook that you and Taehyung hadn’t seen, and Jungkook’s always regarded Jimin as an older brother, honorific aside.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispers.

Jimin looks up, glaring at the apology like he’s sworn at him.

“I can’t believe you.” He sneers, barring his teeth intimidatingly while Jungkook swallows.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook looks down at his feet, and for a moment he feels like a child being scolded but he knew that children would never say anything as vicious as he did, unless they were a product of their environments.

Jungkook still can’t justify his words, or why he said them. But a deep part of his recognises that it was his insecurities peeking through and him weaponising a weapon powerful enough to shoot himself dead.

“This isn't my apology to accept,” Jimin says sternly, “But even if it was—I could never forget what you said to her, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, eyes still cast downwards.

“What does this …” he trails off, finally looking up to see Jimin carding a hand through his hair in exasperation and a pinched expression marring his face, “Where does this leave us?’

Jimin knows Jungkook’s asking about the state of their friendship together.

But the anger is blinding and overwhelming, so instead; he tosses his backpack over his shoulder before turning on his heel, head looking back ever so slightly to level Jungkook with a final gaze intense enough to speak for itself.

“Here,” Jimin declares, gesturing to the abandoned ice pack, the bruised cheek and knuckles, “Until you decide to get your shit together, I need time away from you. If not, I’m going to do something that ____ would hate and I don’t want to hurt her any more than you already have.”

The words are sharp, targeted and venomous. But Jungkook recognises he deserves it. He also doesn’t bother fighting back when Jimin finally leaves, leaving Jungkook to bask in his own, clouded thoughts.

“Why are your knuckles bruised?” Is the first thing you ask Jimin when you see him storming towards you and Taehyung in the library.

Taehyung is aware while you blissfully aren’t.

“None of your business,” Jimin shoots back, but then he’s tugging you out of your seat to hug you.

Your eyes widen, “Jimin?”

When he pulls away, his eyes soften.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Taehyung nods and your head is spinning in confusion when you stare between the two boys with furrowed brows.

“Tell you what?”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung answers, eyes boring a hole into your skull.

At the mention of his name, you freeze in Jimin’s grasp as you stare at the both of them with wide eyes.

“How did you know—?”

Jimin frowns, releasing you so that you’re all able to take a seat in a specific corner of the library. You dryly note to yourself that you realise that every one of your conflicting moments of confrontation occurred in this place. Maybe it was about time for a change of scenery.

“Yena,” Taehyung tells you, and you scowl—nearly cussing her out in your mind but you know that your anger wasn’t warranted.

Especially when Jimin reaches out to grab your hand when he notices you looking down at your lap.

“How do you think it felt for us when we had to find out from someone else that you’ve been going through a hard time?” He asks softly, looking at you so gently that your lip nearly trembles.

For the longest time, Jimin and Taehyung were like older brothers that doted on you as much as they could. They took care of you and made sure that you knew your worth ever since the three of you were children. And for that, you could never be more thankful for their presence.

So you understand their hurt, and it makes you feel guiltier when you see Taehyung quietly patting your head although his eyes carry a sadness that only came from a friend withholding information from you.

“I …” You croak.

“You didn’t need to tell us why,” Taehyung reassures gently, “Just wanted to be here for you. For whatever reason, it may be.”

You stare down at your lap even harder and blink away the tears that only came with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” You say so meekly that it comes out as a squeak.

“Please don’t apologise. We just want to be here for you,” Jimin says sadly, squeezing your hand tighter even if you weren’t going to look at him. He doesn’t push you to do so.

“I didn’t want to make things complicated.” You confess softly, fiddling with the thumb on your free hand.

Taehyung scowls, “_____, you know that whatever it is, Jimin and I will try our best to remain as objective as possible but Jungkook said things to you that we're absolutely not okay and as both of your friends, we have a responsibility to hold him accountable.”

You purse your lips, nearly pouting. It’s as if Jimin reads your mind, where a million thoughts run through it, he pulls you closer so that he can properly hug you. Even if the position is a little weird and Taehyung has to bend his arm at a weird angle to be able to hug you too, you feel comforted.

“Don’t be mad at him.” You whisper softly into the material of Taehyung’s shirt.

Jimin snorts, “I release my anger in a healthy manner.”

Your eyes glance down at his knuckle suspiciously but he tugs it away when he notices your wandering eyes.

Taehyung sighs, caressing your hair softly. “We have every right to be angry with him, _____. What he did and said was unacceptable.” He informs you firmly.

You pull away slightly from their hold to furrow your eyebrows, “I know but—”

“You do know,” Jimin says softly, “And we know that you don’t like other people fighting your battles for you so we’ll step out of it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t personally be disappointed in what Jungkook did. He’s our friend too and if he did that to anyone else, we’d still be mad. We’re just extra mad because it’s you and we’re your best friends.”

You dip your head, letting out a sigh of acknowledgement.

“Just … let me talk to him.” You say, and Taehyung raises a brow at the shift in your tone, “This is something I need to do for myself. I appreciate you guys, I really do. But I don’t want things to be weird because of what we did.”

You can tell Jimin is about to argue with you, but Taehyung shoots him a look that shuts him up immediately.

“If that’s what you want.” Taehyung smiles gently at you.

Jimin clenches his jaw, clearly the more displeased one between the two. But he swallows it by clenching his fist and patting your head, shooting you a concerned stare mask in a slight glare.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod, “Very.”

Jimin nibbles on his lips as if deep in thought before pulling away completely, leaning into his chair.

“If you insist,” He sighs, “But Jungkook did get what he deserved.”

You shrug, “I mean I don’t think avoiding him was the worst thing to do, but I guess you’re right.”

Jimin blinks.

Then Taehyung and he are sharing a look familiar enough for you to know only comes out when they did something wrong or were caught causing trouble.

You raise a brow, “Am I missing something?”

Jimin shoots you a reassuring smile and you miss the shift of Taehyung’s eyes to the fist that wraps around your shoulder.

“Nothing at all.”

You [21:09]: hi jungkook

You [21:24]: can we talk? my door's open if you're free.