#N DON'T ENCOURAGE HER MURDEROUS BEHAVIOR

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“I’m Not in Love” | Human!Alastor x F!Reader

TW/CW: Suicide, guns, hunting, allusions to murder, initial unrequited love, grief, death, hysteria fueled by grief.

PART 2: “Reunion”

-♥️-

He remembered the day he met you. It was a Monday, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. The summer sun’s rays beat down on the back of his already tan neck, and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of his mama’s scolding while she gently applied aloe once she saw how scorched he was.

Mama. She sent him to pick up a few things from the store for supper tomorrow. He couldn’t do it the day before, as there was church and the stores weren’t open.

Maybe if he went Saturday, or even Tuesday, it would’ve saved him the trouble of meeting you. You bumped into him, change flying from both your hands as you both scrambled to pick up your funds.

“You should watch where you’re walking.” He warned. At this rate, who knows if he even has enough to get what his mother asked?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. Here, this quarter can’t be mine, I’m over some change.” You shyly held out your hand, the quarter at the center of your palm.

“How do I know you haven’t stolen any other change?” He swiped the quarter from your hand, not trusting of you at all. Your eyebrows furrowed. Did you really seem like that much of a street rat?

“Why would I go and do a thing like that?” You tilted your head at him, and the question stilled him. Maybe he was being too harsh with you. No one intentionally bumps into another person.

Unless you planned this entire ordeal and wanted to steal his change with your little thieving hands.

He was back to not trusting you again.

“Just count your money. Tell me if it’s right.” You said, desperate to make this stranger not think so ill of you.

He didn’t like that you were telling him what to do, but he counted anyway. “I’m a nickel short.” He frowned.

You sighed, looking at the change you had left. You had a nickel, but it was part of the original amount you had. What little you scrounged up. “Here,” you held out your nickel, “it was my fault that I bumped into you. Take it.”

The hand that previously swiped the quarter from you hesitated at the chance to take this coin. He was too harsh with you.

“Go on, take it. It’s alright.” You encouraged. You put on your best smile to show how pure your intentions were.

His shoulders relaxed, and a soft smile appeared on his face, as if yours was contagious. “Thank you…”

“Y/N.” You finished.

“Y/N. I’m Alastor. I apologize for my behavior, and I appreciate your honesty.” He said, slightly looking off to the side.

That was the start of this horrible situation.

—

I'm not in love

So don't forget it

“I don’t love her mama!” He pouted at his mother. Normally he wouldn’t dream of going against his mother’s words, but this was different. He was growing up. He was a man with aspirations. He didn’t have time for love. You were just his friend to pass the time. A phase.

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

Even when you patiently awaited his calls on the telephone, he didn’t want you to get any ideas.

And just because

I call you up

Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made

You both grew up. Him into a strapping young gentleman his mama worked so hard to raise, and you, a vision. A beauty filled with a fiery determination that no one could put out. Except for him.

I'm not in love, no no, it's because

He wasn’t in love. Why? Well, because! He…he just wasn’t! It didn’t matter how much time you spent together. He just wanted to see you. He just wanted your company.

I’d like to see you

But then again

That doesn't mean you mean that much to me

Just friends. A mantra he’d been repeating to any other person in his life who brought you up. He wished everyone would stop this nonsense. When you were away, he simply missed talking to someone about anything, surely.

You could be replaced. Surely.

So if I call you

Don't make a fuss

And yet you always would make a fuss. Always fawning over him, asking how his day was, how work at the radio station was, what he ate that day. Silly inconsequential questions.

Don't tell your friends about the two of us

I'm not in love, no no, it's because

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a party my friend is hosting. She said I could bring a date.” You twisted the telephone cord around your finger, nervously hoping he’d agree to it.

“A date? Don’t tell me you’ve been telling your friends I’ve been courting you. You know it would never come to that.” He said, defensively. His cheeks were warm and his stomach felt funny at the notion of accompanying you as your date for the night.

Your throat felt tight. Maybe throughout all of these years, it truly was hopeless. A blink of an eye, and a decade went by since the day you both met, and he still hasn’t asked to court you. Maybe you were reading the glances he gave you wrong. Maybe his face wasn’t warming at you. Maybe he never thought your jokes were funny, and he laughed out of pity. “N-No, no. I haven’t told them anything like that.” You paused, sniffling. “It was only an invitation. I could ask another, if you aren’t interested.”

“Please do.” Space. Perhaps what he needed was time away from you. You were making him feel things that he didn’t like. That he didn’t understand. Maybe he hated you, and he just didn’t know it.

Be quiet, big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

So if you meant nothing, why was he tearing up at the thought of you going to a party with another man?

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

Big boys don't cry

His father told him men don’t cry. His mother told him big boys don’t cry, but it was okay because he’d always be her little boy. So here his eyes and heart were, stuck in the middle of two parents that weren’t even here. Not even his mother to comfort him.

I keep your picture

Upon the wall

He looked at the portrait of you and him that you gifted on the anniversary of your friendship. The five year anniversary. You’d carved the wooden frame yourself, imagery of activities you’d both done together sculpted out of the walnut. Bullets and antlers from the times you went hunting. Champagne flutes and feathers from your times dancing in the clubs. A microphone and a pencil from the times you’d sit in during a broadcast of his, drawing him until he was finished.

And within the frame, you and him. You wearing the biggest smile he’d ever seen you make. Him with the softest one he’d never seen himself make.

It hides a nasty stain that's lying there

So don't you ask me

To give it back

It wasn’t anything special. He didn’t hang it up right away in his room because he was excited to see it everyday. There was just a blemish on the wall. Nothing more.

I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me

You knew. One of the only friends you’d had didn’t care about you as much as you thought. Even if you tried to convey how much you cared about him. But you could lead a horse to water, that didn’t mean you could make him drink.

I'm not in love, no no, it's because

He wasn’t in love. It was what was under the frame that made his heart race. Only the bad memories under the portrait that formed a stain. Not your smiling face.

Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me

Ooh, you'll wait a long time

“Alastor. I just want to know. How much longer will you drag my heart around?” Your tears were camouflaged in the rain, but nothing could hide the sadness in your eyes.

He was planning on walking you home, but you stopped in the middle of the route to interrogate him on his behavior. His heart tightened as he felt backed into a corner.

“You’ll be waiting a long time for me. You might even be dead before I can catch up.” Why did he say that? Whose words were coming out of his mouth? It sounded wrong. It tasted horrible. It felt even worse.

Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me

Ooh, you'll wait a long time

It was him that needed to do the catching up. But the most important things typically come too little too late, didn’t they? You walked home alone that night. You expressed your wishes never to see him again, and that maybe he’d get his wish.

I'm not in love

So don't forget it

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

And just because I call you up

You didn’t answer his calls, and the wetness in his eyes never ceased. He slammed the telephone onto its cradle harshly, pulling at his chocolate locks. Denial. Caught in the middle of two organs again, this time his heart and brain. One that yearned for the love that was within arms reach, and one that couldn’t comprehend such a thing that was so freely given to him of all people.

Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made, ooh

He treated you so terribly. How could he do something so terrible to someone so sweet?

“You’re no better than the cretins you kill, Alastor. Mama would be ashamed of you.” He told himself, voice cracking.

Ever since his mother passed, it was like he shut off any emotional facet in his life to protect himself.

I'm not in love

Liar. He just picked up an apology bouquet.

I'm not in love

Liar. He planned on confessing and apologizing. Feet taking him straight to the home he never got to drop you off at that night.

He was a liar. A liar knocking on the door of the home in which you resided in with your aunt ever since your parents passed away.

The door opened, revealing the face of your aunt, button nose red and cheeks showing tear stains; something he’d come to grow familiar with in your absence.

“Alastor?” She questioned. Her voice was wet with grief.

“I’m here to apologize to Y/N.” He said, uncertainly. A deep sadness wafted from the house, squeezing between his ribs and slithering around his heart. Something wasn’t right.

A choked sob rang out into the space between him and your aunt. “She’s- she passed away. I’m so sorry.” Her hand cupped her mouth, as if willing the words back into her face. Maybe if she held out a little longer in voicing your demise, you’d have come back.

It was like the ground was ripped out from under his feet. The floating feeling he had at the utterance of your name was replaced with mortal dread. His head had a mind of it own, shaking back and forth unconsciously. No.

“What?” What else could he say? Did he even say anything? Or did he imagine the word he just said?

—

It’s not like you’d be missed. Your parents were gone. Your aunt had another mouth to feed that she couldn’t afford. It was a decision you should’ve made a long time ago. Alastor didn’t want you, and it truly wasn’t a surprise. Deep down you were a terrible person.

You’d hurt people who tried to woo Alastor. No sane person does that.

You loaded the hunting rifle Alastor had gifted you. Maybe it was a subtle (but rather expensive) way of him telling you to follow through on the plan you made all of those years ago.

You looked in the mirror, looking deeply at yourself. At the person in front of you. “Well Y/N, this’ll be the easiest game you’ll ever shoot. She’s not running anywhere.” You pressed your forehead on the barrel, opting to not taste gunpowder for the split second before the afterlife - if there truly was one.

A deep breath.

One.

Two.

You never got to three. You didn’t like landing on three because that’s when everyone expected something to happen. You preferred to rip the bandaid off. To pull the trigger on pulling the trigger, so to speak.

Suddenly, everything was cold, and then so overwhelmingly warm.

—

The apology/confession flowers were turned into apology/confession/memorial flowers as soon as he stepped foot into the cemetery he’d gotten used to. It was the same one his mother was buried in.

Now the weight of the location was that much heavier.

Your plot was just filled in. Just a few flowers placed onto it. He set his bouquet down, his bouquet being the biggest. He wished he realized how much he cared about you, as he obviously cared about you the most. Everyone saw it but him.

His throat closed around a sob. He obviously cared about you, and how absolutely awful. The one to care about you the most hardly showed it at all. What did that mean for the other people in your life?

What a terrible human being he was. It was subhuman the way he acted. He should’ve let those men that tried to court you live their lives. You could’ve been engaged by now. Happy without him instead of dead because of him.

“Y/N. I’m a selfish liar. You know how you always said my mama knew best? Well you’re right. You were always right, and she was right too. I’m so unbelievably in love with you it scares me. I’m someone different with you.” He lowered himself to the Earth, cheek and chest pressing into the fresh dirt as if to hug you for one last time. He wished to sink into the dirt and lay with you. “I’m all alone. And now I know how you felt. I wish I could bring you back so you wouldn’t have to be. I- you were my greatest adventure. I truly didn’t deserve you. I still don’t. I- I’ll spend the rest of my life and afterlife indebted to you for the unconditional love you gave me. I’ll give it to you in return. I love you.” He curled into a fetal position, knees planted on your plot. Sobs racked his body, and his lungs gasped for air to combat the onslaught of grief that struck him. “You hear me?! I love you!” His fists pounded on the ground, hands joining together to form a cup that housed the dirt that kept you from him. He writhed in a pain that was purely internal, dirt-filled hands coming up to his hair and rubbing the earth into his scalp as his fingers pulled at his strands of hair harshly.

He couldn’t see it through the tears. He couldn’t see it through his tangled fringe that fell over his eyes. He couldn’t see it through the dirt that began to cake his face, turning into mud with the mixture of dirt and tears. He didn’t even feel it.

A chain, white in color and glowing clamped around his throat from beyond the grave.

A deal that would last for forever had been made, one from the land of the living that bridged to the underworld. The very first of its kind; fueled by the most intense love ever felt by two beings since Lilith and Lucifer.

He wasn’t just in love. It was far greater than that.

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Thinking about adding a part 2 to this. I hope you enjoyed.

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Always There - Chapter Two: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Azkaban, shittyly written angst, flashbacks,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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Word Count: 1994

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About a week after the two professors had fallen asleep whilst talking, everything was kind of normal. Y/N was actively avoiding Remus and Severus has been particularly rude to the new professor. Harry had finally taken to questioning his aunt about her strange behavior and Snape’s aggressive nature toward Remus. He had waited until after dinner, following her into the greenhouse.

“Aunt Y/N, Professor Lupin said he knew my parents. Did you know him too?” Harry asked, trying to mask his intentions.

“You just want to know why I avoid him, don’t you?” She sighed, looking her nephew in the eye.

“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

“You certainly cannot, my love. I know you too so I know you won’t leave me alone until I tell you or you pester Sev enough to tell you. Come sit with me, this is gonna be a longer talk than I want it to be but you deserve to know everything about the situation,” She explained. The two Potters entered her office and sat on the very same couch Minerva had spotted Y/N and Severus the week earlier. “We can start off with how I first met Remus. We met on platform 9 ¾ right before the train came, James was off with some of his friends…”

**

The platform was bustling with witches and wizards alike, the anticipation waiting for the Hogwarts Express was palpable. James was off chatting with Sirius and Y/N was sitting on the ground with her nose stuck in her herbology book. Her mind was racing because she was nervous about what house she would be put in, she was wondering who her professors were, if they were nice and so on. James promised her that all of the professors were nice, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Slughorn were some he mentioned by name. Although James had tried reassuring her, it didn’t do much to help ease her nerves.

“You’re James’ sister, right?” A voice came from her right, startling her slightly, “Sorry to frighten you, he has a picture of the two of you in our dorm so I thought I’d say hi. My name is Remus.”

“Like Remus and Romulus? That’s pretty cool. I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” She said. The two had begun chatting, talking about where they lived, what their families were like, Remus asked her what subject she was most excited to learn about and of course the young witch had said Herbology.  

Once the train had arrived, Remus and Y/N boarded together, talking all the while as they tried to find a compartment to sit in. The only empty one was in the back of the train so the two sat and talked the whole ride to Hogwarts, The conversation only pausing when the sweets trolley rolled by and when James and Sirius had popped in to say hello.

Their friendship only grew from there, Remus helping her study for DADA and History Of Magic and Y/N helping him study for Charms and Herbology. Once Remus had joined James, Sirius and Peter, the five wizards got up to lots of trouble. Although Y/N was a year younger than the other four, she was more than willing to help out with pranks. Her and Remus, however, were the only two that strayed away from bullying other students, especially Severus Snape.

**

“That was how Remus and I became friends, he was the fastest friend I had ever made. We talked for only like a minute and became friends right away. We got closer and closer as the years went on. I'll spare some details about our friendship because we got into some trouble or we would just hang out in the library reading or studying. Everything got rough once James and Lily were killed.”

**

Remus showed up to the destroyed house in Godric’s Hollow, Y/N outside of the fence with a crying Harry in her arms, Severus standing beside her, his cloak over her shoulders to keep her warm in the cold autumn air. 

“Y/N, is it true? He killed them?” Remus asked her.

“J-Jamie and Lils are dead, h-he tried t-to kill Harry but he s-survived somehow,” She stuttered out behind her tears. Severus excused himself so the two friends could talk things out.

“Peter is dead, Sirius was the one who sold them out, he murdered Peter and a dozen muggles,” He explained, “Listen, dove, I need to go, I’ll send you an owl okay?” She just nodded and watched him apparate away. 

She was left for a while to cry, until Severus showed up and escorted her elsewhere, somewhere she could be safe and warm with baby Harry. Somewhere she could escape the reality that faced her, she was alone with a child she didn’t know how to care for, a child that would be legend. A boy who lived, the only known survivor of the killing curse and the defeater of Lord Voldemort. 

**

“I know you like professor Lupin and I understand that, he's a great guy. He just left me at a time where I really needed him. We got into an argument last week and I’ve been avoiding him since,” Y/N explained, “I don’t want any of this to change the way you look at Lupin, he’s an incredibly smart man and an extremely talented wizard.”

Harry decided to let things go until winter came around. He had once again been attacked by a dementor, luckily Dumbledore stopped his fall before he hit the ground of the Quidditch pitch. Harry went to Remus for help but he was too weak at the time, after the break he was promised a lesson about patronuses, a way to keep himself safe from dementors. 

Harry had the wonderful idea to sneak around Hogsmeade with the invisibility cloak (even though he had permission to go), finding out from Minerva, after sneaking in behind her and the minister of magic, that Sirius Black was his godfather. Herminone and Ron helped Harry back to Hogwarts, where he sought out his aunt.This of course, was against the advice of Hermione who told him to just sleep it off and talk to her in the morning. He knew she was in the greenhouses, either tending to the plants or grading student papers. What he didn’t expect to find was her and the potions master laughing over tea. He stared at the pair, tears threatening to leave his eyes, the sense of betrayal weighed heavy on him.

“You knew,” He uttered. The two professors stopped laughing and turned to Harry, not expecting him to be in her office.

“What happened, my love? Why are you so upset?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with concern for her nephew.

“You knew,” He repeated.

“What are you talking about Harry? What did I know?” She was confused, she had never seen her nephew so distraught over something before, she wanted nothing but to help him with whatever he was dealing with.

“You knew that Sirius Black killed my parents! You knew that Sirius Black ratted them out to Voldemort! You knew Sirius Black! You know he’s my godfather! He was your friend!” Harry finally shouted at his aunt.

“There is no need to shout, Harry, come sit, let’s talk this out,” Y/N said calmly although deep down she too, was distraught. She had never wanted Harry to know about Sirius’ role in his life but somehow, he had found out.

“No, I want you to tell me right here! I don’t want to sit and talk!”

“That is no way to speak to your aunt, Harry,” Snape chimed in, upset with how the boy was screaming at his aunt, the woman who cared for him and loved him his whole life.

“You shut up, this has nothing to do with you!”

“Harry! Apologize to him right now!” Y/N scolded, the tension in the room was rising, she knew at any moment that Harry would snap and in turn so would Severus.

“NO! He has no right to be a part of this conversation! It’s between me and you!” Severus was about to go at the boy but once Y/N had laid her hand on his shoulder, he stopped short. The pair made eye contact, Severus knowing she wanted to handle this by herself so he excused himself to her office to get the potion ingredients he originally came to her for.

“I knew about Sirius being your godfather, yed. Of course I did, I’m your godmother, the two of us did everything for you until Sirius turned on us. He was your father’s best friend,” Y/N told her nephew.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry demanded the answer.

“I didn’t want you to know, you’ve dealt with enough in your life, I didn’t want to add another thing on top of it.”

“So you knew he sold out my parents to Voldemort?”

“Yes, I knew. Trust me Harry, I didn’t like it just as you don’t. I feel just as betrayed if not more because he was like a brother to us,” Y/N tried to explain, somehow keeping herself calm throughout the conversation even though she kept seeing the picture of her brother dead on the floor in her mind.

“You feel betrayed! You’ve lied to me my whole life! You never told me anything! Nothing about Professor Lupin, nothing about Sirius Black, nothing about Peter Pettigrew! Why?” Harry went back to shouting at his aunt, a glass next to her shattering to pieces.

“Because it hurts me Harry! It hurts to even think about it, let alone talk about it! Remus and Sirius were my brothers and they betrayed me! Peter at least died instead of betraying us, instead of leaving me! It pains me to talk about your father but I do it anyway, for you! Everything I do is for you Harry, don’t you realize that! You are the most important thing in my life! You expect me to just turn around and hurt you the way I got hurt once I learned about all of this!” She shouted back, the glass from some of her cabinets shattered as she shouted at the boy.

“If I’m the most important thing in your life, why lie? Why hide this from me!” Harry was now just looking for a fight, he was getting information out of his aunt by upsetting her so he continued to do it. 

“Because I love you! Because I care about you! You are my boy! You are like the son I never got to have! You are exactly like your father! Your father that I miss every single day because he was my best friend! You are the only family I have Harry James Potter! You are the only family I will ever have!” She had begun crying, wiping her tears as they came to try and appear like she was not crying even though Harry knew she was. 

“You’re not my mother! You will never be my mother!” Harry screamed at her, this caused the woman to burst into tears, Severus had come back into the room once he had heard her crying.

“That’s enough Harry, go back to your dormitory,” Severus said sternly.

“No!”

“Stop acting like a defiant child and do as I say. You’ve done enough, you wanted your answers, you got them. Now go!” The potion’s master was furious at the boy, he had never seen Harry act this way before, in all the years of knowing him, this had never happened. Harry had stormed out of the greenhouse leaving the two professors once again. The day had started off cheerful and happy and ended with Y/N in despair and spiraling due to not only her nephew but remembering what she had seen and the trials and tribulations she had gone through.

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Housewife

Part - 17

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, blowjobs, handjob, fingering (fem! receiving) , pet names

A/N: if you saw this chapter when Tumblr decided to mess around and upload it early no you didn't 😌

Part 1

Billy and Stu would never admit you were right. No arguments, no fights, the dinner was good, and the sex was even better. Separating for a bit did nothing but improve the relationship that so quickly developed. It had been almost two weeks now. Stu came over regularly especially when your dad came home for a couple of days. He spent more time with your father than he did with you honestly. Surprisingly the boys didn't argue about who spent more time with who. They didn't want to mess up the good thing they had going.

Woodsboro High had thankfully calmed down. Of course, your sleeping habits were still being talked about. Some people even connected the dots on who you were prior to your move back. Billy did a good job of scaring people quiet.

As of now, the school knew you were off limits that didn't stop them from whispering though. For once in your life you didn't care. Chase and Linda did sit at the water fountain with you and the boys. It aggravated Billy that he didn't hate the two. Chase looked like a member of some shitty boy band but that's about all the kid had wrong with him.

Stu was happy having friends again. Linda and Stu did not get along. Something about him being too "ostentatious." Lucky for the boy he had no idea what the word meant. Chase enjoyed spending time with you and the guys. He thought Stu was hilarious but he couldn't get comfortable around Billy.

"Are you guys going to be at the party?" Chase asked again. He'd been bothering the three of you all week. "Isn't it a little early to be having a Halloween party?" You asked blocking your eyes from the sun. Stu was on board the moment he heard the word party. You and Billy however were hesitant to go out in such a scene. "I thought it'd be better to have it the last weekend of October." Billy's hand rested on your knee which you promptly removed.

He did stupid things like this anytime Chase was around. For someone who hated PDA, he sure was all over you when another guy was around. "We'll think about it," Billy spoke wanting the couple to leave. "Cool, I'll see you guys there. Y/n you've got my address?" You nodded earning a stern look from your boyfriends. Chase and Linda walked back over to their spot leaving the three of you by the fountain. "Before you say anything he gave me his address on a piece of paper yesterday for the party." You held up your hand keeping Billy quiet.

"We should go. I mean it's a costume party nobody has to know it's us." Stu's smile became somewhat sinister. The boy leaned down next to Billy whispering in his ear. "We could bring back our costumes..." You jumped when Billy pushed his friend back almost landing him in the water. "Are you fucking insane?" Billy asked with utter confusion. "What are you two bitching about now?" You asked before taking a bite of your lunch. "Go ahead tell her your genius plan." Billy held out his arm encouraging his partner. Stu leaned down whispering something similar to you.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" You snapped quietly making Billy smile. "At least someone here has some common sense." Stu huffed thinking you two were overreacting. "Everyone's going to be dressed up as Ghostface. I don't see why I can't have fun." Even if everyone was dressed up as the infamous killer that didn't mean it was a good idea for you to do the same. "That's exactly why we shouldn't go. Aren't we supposed to be traumatized?" Billy asked slightly mocking your overly cautious behavior. "Oh please," You scoffed making the boy laugh. "Stu if you really want to go I'll go with you but no Ghostface costume."

"The case was closed I don't get why you still have your panties up in a bunch. Both of you." Stu looked between you and Billy as his lover flipped him off with a fake smile. You wanted to be as carefree as they were but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. All three of you were criminals. Case closed or not. You couldn't be too careful in a situation like this. "Says the asshole who has literally worn panties." Your face scrunched as you looked over at Stu. "I was curious! There's nothing wrong with a little self-expression man." You opened your mouth to speak but words simply didn't come out.

"As much as this conversation is really turning me on we need to talk about this party." Stu smiled at your sarcasm. "Can I wear a mask?" He asked happily. "With a face like that you need to." Billy muttered making you elbow his side. "Bitch." He mumbled rubbing the now sore spot with a laugh. Stu smiled at his lovers. It really was a miracle things worked out. Billy was slowly becoming the boy he fell in love with in the first place. You seemed to get more comfortable as well. It took awhile but you adapted to the dynamic between the two men. Insults and name calling was a just a cover up for the love the three of you shared.

"Great because I already have a Myers costume I've been dying to wear." Billy looked up with intrigue. Neither of you knew about the outfit. "You bought a Michael Myers costume and didn't show me? Even after you made me watch all the movies?" The offense in your voice was comical to Stu. "It was supposed to be a surprise. What are you going to wear?" Stu gestured over to you with his head. "Well since we like keeping secrets you'll just have to wait. It's a surprise." You flicked the tip of his nose as your finished your sentence.

"What are you wearing?" You turned towards Billy. "Who said I was going?" He spoke already aware that if you and Stu went he was sure to follow. You liked to think you were the smartest person out of the three but if you and Stu were involved nothing good was bound to happen. "I did so what are you wearing?" Billy didn't have a costume. He debated on even wearing one to the party. "You could dress up as Glen from Nightmare On Elm Street." Stu bounced his eyebrows up and down suggestively. "If you think I'm wearing a crop top you're mistaken." Your face lit up at the idea. "Woah woah, what would it take for you to wear that? Asking for a friend." You laughed making Billy smile.

"It would take a lot more than you could give me." Billy tapped your cheek shaking his head. He thought about his closet at home trying to run through the possible costumes. "Do you have face paint?"

He asked seriously making both you and Stu chuckle. "You won't wear a crop top but you'll do yourself up like RuPaul. Got it." You pursed your lips not wanting to encourage Stu. "I said face paint dipshit, not makeup." Slowly you turned towards Stu giving him a look. Before you could figure out anything else the bell rang meaning all three of you were about to be late for class.

With quick goodbyes and see you laters everyone went their separate way. The day was slow mostly because you were counting down the minutes until 7th period. It was nice having a class with Billy. If you didn't want to be bothered he'd leave you alone. If you wanted to ignore the teacher and waste time he was also the guy to go to. You couldn't begin to imagine how a class with Stu would go.

"You'll have an exam Monday. You need to study this weekend or you won't pass." The teacher spoke as she wiped down the chalkboard. Some kids groaned while others just packed up their things. "What time is the party?" Billy asked picking up his notebook and binder. You couldn't remember if Chase said eight or nine. "Eight I think don't quote me on it."

Billy followed you to your locker watching as you put away your things. "I'll meet you and Stu by your car." With a nod from you, he carried his things across the hall.

They gave you space by moving back to their respective houses. School was a different story. By now it didn't matter the whole school knew you three were inseparable. If Billy and Stu weren't together then one of them was with you. It was rare someone saw one of you walking alone. It made you feel safe in a way.

Stu was already leaning on your car waiting for his two favorite people to show up. "Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" He asked popping a piece of candy into his mouth. "You have. Almost four times now." Stu could be repetitive but everyone knew you ate up the attention. "Well, I'll make it five. You look beautiful Mrs. Crocker. When we get married will you take my last name or will I get Crocker?" Your eyes grew wide at the silly question. "What-"

"I'm going to stop by my house and pick up some clothes do either of you need anything while I'm out?" Billy asked ending the conversation between you and Stu. "I'm good." You spoke throwing your purse into your car. "I don't think so. You taking me to my place so I can grab my costume?" Stu asked the boy who constantly drove him around. "You're paying for gas." Stu balled up his fist in celebration. "I guess while you two are gone I'll get my stuff together."

"Are we meeting up at our house afterwards?" The way Stu called your house "ours" never failed to make you smile. "Yeah, we'll have to if I'm doing his makeup." Billy shot you a look. "Sorry sorry, face paint." You made air quotations around the words just to tease him. "We shouldn't be too long." Billy motioned for Stu to start walking toward his car. "Okay drive safe!" You shouted towards both boys. Stu turned around sticking his tongue out at you. A smile played at your lips as you had flashbacks of nights previous.

You drove home listening to a Jackson 5 tape that was obviously well-loved. The watch on your wrist read 3:30 as you stepped out of the car. You had plenty of time to dig up the old outfit crammed in the back of your closet.

Part of you did want to go out and have fun but something told you not to go. You wouldn't have even thought about going if it wasn't for Billy and Stu. In some stupid way, you wanted to show off the boys. You told your boyfriends one thing but secretly you loved when people's eyes were on you. Good or bad you were occupying their minds and with two men by your side you felt safe. Those insignificant assholes couldn't hurt you anymore. Male validation was something you should probably see someone about with how bad it was. It didn't quite make sense to you. Why would you crave something from the people who hurt you the most? You didn't need to be loved by everyone but you couldn't be hated by anyone.

The Halloween costume was never worn. You bought it last year but with your lack of friends, you had nowhere to wear it. At least now you could feel like it was money well spent. Once you laid out every piece of the set you tried it all on. The knee-high fishnets were scandalous but paired with the maid ensemble it was downright sinful. You turned around making sure the dress covered everything it needed to. The fabric fell to the middle of your thighs. However, your chest was more exposed than usual.

It was a startling change but that's what Halloween was for. It was the one night of the year you could be someone completely different. It was five o'clock before the boys pulled into the driveway.

"What's up, Dewey?" Stu called out seeing the deputy sit on his porch. The boy didn't like the way the officer stared at him as if he'd done something wrong. He knew he did but that was for him and his accomplices to know. Not the town deputy. Dewey squinted at the two men. He had seen them both come and go never staying too long to his knowledge. He felt like a creep staring but he was concerned for you. Something was off about those kids. Especially since Stu showed up with a blood-splattered Halloween mask. "Stu come on." Billy scolded pushing the boy towards the door. "Have a good night Deputy." Billy waved with a smile that Dewey could only describe as disturbing.

"You trying to get our asses busted?" Billy spoke knocking on the front door. "Well, he's got a staring problem." Stu shrugged. "Maybe because you're covered in blood?" Billy looked him up and down with a stern expression. "At least it's fake this time." He mumbled before you opened the door. Stu had the plan to yell and scare you but once he saw what you were wearing plans changed. "Sorry it took me a second to get down here I was working on my makeup." Both boys looked at you like they'd never seen you before. "Fuck..." Stu spoke in a low tone but it became even lower due to the mask over his face.

The blood-stained mask and coveralls were doing something to you that you couldn't quite describe. He slowly titled his head as his eyes continued to scan every inch of your body. The gesture made heat flood your skin. "What are you supposed to be?" Billy asked his demeanor was softer than you thought it'd be. "I'm Magenta from Rocky Horror!" You chirped spinning around for the men. Your dress rode up just a little when you spun letting them see the bottom of your black lace underwear. Billy couldn't be trusted alone with you right now dressed the way you were. He sure as hell hated the idea of you being around a bunch of other people.

You took a moment to look at Billy's outfit. His tight black shirt was torn with several bullet-shaped holes in the fabric. What really surprised you though were the black leather pants that left almost nothing to the imagination. His abdomen was wrapped with what looked like duct tape. If Stu's outfit hadn't already turned you on then Billy's certainly did.

"Um... What- who are you dressed as? " The words tumbled from your lips making Stu smile. He enjoyed the effect they had on you. Billy was too occupied with his thoughts to hear what you said or how you said it. "He's The Crow. We brought the tape over so you could see how to do his face." Billy handed you the VHS tape never taking his eyes off you. "Oh.." The makeup was bound to make him ten times hotter. "You can't do it?" He asked as he walked into the house with Stu in tow. "No, I can do it. Yeah no not a problem." You cursed yourself for sounding the way you did. Stu was getting a kick out of seeing you so excited. He pulled off his mask sitting it on your couch.

Both men sat their combat boots near the door as you grabbed both of them a drink. You desperately needed anything cold. "Thanks, baby." Stu said but his words were deep. You swallowed what little spit coated your mouth nervously. "Yep." You responded quickly. He raised up smacking your ass with a smile. "Watch it." You scolded playfully. You handed Billy his drink but he sat it on the counter. "You look so... different."

Billy focused on your makeup. Your face was a shade lighter than usual. The red and black eyeshadow that circled your eyes made you almost look dead. Your stained red lips were the focal point of the look. The drastic difference in your normal appearance was erotic but it made him appreciate your joyful everyday attire even more. This wasn't you, he could tell by the way you carried yourself. The gaze the two men held on you made you feel like the sexiest woman on earth but Billy knew once that initial high wore off the revealing clothes would make you self-conscious.

"Do you like it?" You asked the boys holding out your arms. "I love it, Y/n." Stu used your name in a way you hadn't heard before, not from him. He wanted to make a funny comment about how you look better naked but he didn't want to cheapen the moment. "Where'd you get this?" Billy picked at the dress curiously.

"I bought it last year for Halloween but I didn't get the chance to wear it." You kept the pathetic details to yourself. A small smile played on Billy's lips. "So we're the first ones to see you in this?" His eyes looked up to meet yours. "The only ones."

The fact stirred something inside both men. You cleared your throat scared of the sexual tension that fogged up the room. "If we're going to that party I need to do your face." You avoided the word "make-up" the best you could. "Can you do my face too honey?" Stu pouted. You laughed at the action. "What do you want me to do?" The innocent question made him almost chuckle. Before he could say "sit on it" you held up your hand realizing your mistake. "Nevermind don't answer that. Make yourself at home while I work on him." You grabbed Billy's hand pulling him upstairs. He sent Stu a look getting an eye roll in return.

You set the VHS tape on your bathroom sink next to the large bag of makeup. Most of which you rarely ever used. "This isn't going to stain is it?" Billy picked up the tube of white you used on yourself just a while ago. "If it does we're both screwed." You laughed but Billy looked genuinely scared.

"No, it doesn't stain." He didn't seem completely convinced. "You don't have to wear face paint. You look great already." You ran your hand along his arm appreciating the outfit for a second time. He couldn't worry about the makeup if he was too worried about the way your fingers danced across his skin. Distracting a man was easy. "I look great?" He asked the compliment went straight to his head. You leaned up pressing a kiss against his lips. Thankfully you wore transfer-proof lipstick. "You look wonderful." You spoke before setting out the black and white makeup. A smile appeared on his face at your words.

You grabbed some hair clips pinning back the hair that fell over his face. "Now you look adorable." You laughed as he scrunched his nose at his reflection. "Don't say I don't care about you. I wouldn't let anyone else do this to me." Now that you believed. "Ooh, I feel special." You joked squirting out some of the white foundation on the back of your hand. "You are." He said looking into your eyes. You gulped shaking your head.

"Smooth Casanova." You smacked his shoulder before taking a brush to the foundation. "Now stay still I don't want to mess up." He had no intention of following your instructions. "Okay."

You started to smear the cream on his cheek slowly spreading it around. The sensation was odd to Billy. He didn't hate it but it wasn't something he'd willingly do again. His eyes traced your features. The way your tongue stuck out in concentration was more than adorable. Every time you moved a shadow would cover his face making it hard to see. "Hold on." You struggled to position him in a way where you could see. "Here," Billy spoke before lifting you to sit on the sink. There was no way it couldn't support your weight but still, you had a habit of overthinking.

"What if this breaks under me? Are you going to fix it?" His hands gripped your bare thighs keeping you still. "It won't now keep going." He said as he closed his eyes. You fought the urge to chew on your lip. Billy stood between your legs basking in the white light coming from above your mirror. It was an intimate act one that did nothing but make you want to stay home. You continued to paint his face making sure the white stopped at the bottom of his jaw like the picture on the back of the tape. At some point, Billy started to like the feeling. Not of the makeup necessarily but more of the feeling of you touching his face. Your movements were precise and careful he didn't have to open his eyes to know that.

You had seen what he was capable of. How horrible of a person he could be. Yet you were careful not to hurt him. Even with a brush that had passed your skin a million times, you traced his face like it might pierce the cream-covered flesh. You found it cute how he started to subconsciously lean into your touch. It made your job harder but you wouldn't tell him to do any different.

Billy's thumbs started to rub against your fishnets absentmindedly. The simple act didn't bother him any but it made a world of difference to you. No longer could you focus on the task at hand. Once the white covered his face you grabbed a makeup palette that held the darkest black you owned. Billy opened his eyes slightly taken aback by the mime look he had going on. "Jesus-" He said making you laugh. "Don't look yet I'm not done!" He closed his eyes trying to hide his smile. As you caked the black makeup on his eyes he raised his eyebrows almost ruining your progress. "Stop." You poked his side making him laugh. You had found out just a few days ago that he was ticklish. He gave you no choice but to use it against him.

Carefully you ran the brush down his cheek dragging the eyeshadow in a straight line. After that was done you did the same thing upwards. You blew the fallout off his face making his nose twitch.

"I asked you earlier if you needed me to pick up anything while I was out. You could've said you needed breath mints." He almost crumbled when your hand poked harshly at his side. His laughter could be heard all the way downstairs. "Apologize." You commanded smiling at his pained laughs. The only time you considered yourself a sadist is when it came to fucking with Billy. Stu and you shared that hobby. "Kiss my ass." He heaved only making you poke harder. Billy twisted with joyful agony. "I'm sorry!" He breathed making you remove your hand. "Good boy." You patted his head obviously teasing him. It was a joke but your words twisted his stomach more than your assault did.

"Now straighten up so I can finish I'm almost done." His eyes didn't bother looking up at his reflection. He was too busy looking at you wondering why you'd say that to him. He also wondered why the fuck he liked it so much. Makeup and now some strange form of submission, God his dad would kill him if he saw him now. His mother would probably disown him if she hadn't already. "Open your mouth."

You expected a snarky comment but it never came. His lips parted letting you do whatever you had in mind. You picked up your eyeliner lining his lips with the jet-black color. Afterward, you applied chapstick on his lips making sure to get plenty on before grabbing the black eyeshadow once more. With your ring finger, you dabbed the color onto his shiny lips. Once his lips were covered you blended it all together careful not to let it bleed.

"Don't move." You leaned over grabbing a piece of toilet paper. Gingerly you patted the paper against his lips picking up the extra product. The last thing you needed to do was draw a line coming from the corners of his mouth. You looked at each line making sure they were straight. "We're done- oh wait." You pulled the clips from his hair letting it hang defiantly in front of his face. "Look!" You cheered happily proud of your work. Billy finally looked up surprised by the person he saw in the mirror. He looked like a total badass but he felt like the complete opposite.

Stu made his way up the stairs getting lonely and curious once he heard Billy laugh. Swiftly he opened the bathroom door making both you and Billy look up at the man. The intrusion made you think you'd been caught doing something wrong. "God damn..." Stu spoke looking at his boyfriend. The makeup was perfect.

Seeing the two of you there, Billy positioned between your thighs was something he wanted tattooed on him. "How does he look?" You asked knowing exactly what Stu was thinking. Both of you shared a special friendship outside of your relationship. You talk to each other about Billy like he was a crush you both had. He loved to gossip and you loved to talk. It was perfect really.

"Does that stuff stain?" Stu asked stepping into the bathroom walking towards Billy. "Nope." You reassured not knowing if it did or not. "Thank fuck." He said before grabbing the boy forcing his lips on his. One of Billy's hands stayed on your thigh as the other grasped Stu's waist.

Something had to have gotten into him. It was probably the fumes from your makeup. He'd never let Stu just grab him like that. Even on the days when they were both insatiable, he put Stu in his place. You watched as Stu yanked on his lover's hair. Billy's frame stopped you from squeezing your legs together. Something you desperately needed to do. Billy softly moaned into Stu's mouth letting his tongue roam around the makeup-covered boy. You could see the black smearing across Stu's lips. There went your hard work but you couldn't care less. Billy's hand ran down Stu's coveralls quickly finding his growing bulge.

As Billy rubbed against Stu his other hand crept up your thigh rubbing softly against your clothed cunt. For a moment you forgot how to breathe. Stu let go of Billy's hair moving his hands to quickly unfasten the buttons that littered his chest. If he would've known how hard this outfit was to take off he wouldn't have worn it.

He still had his costume from when he and Billy dressed up as Bill and Ted for Halloween. That would've been an easier alternative. Finally, there was enough room for Billy to slip his hand beneath the fabric of his briefs. "You look so hot right now." Stu rasped against his lover's lips. Praise was something Stu loved to give you had learned that very quickly. Although the few times he tried it with Billy the man quickly shut it down.

This time however Billy didn't stop him. If his hand wasn't wrapped around his cock right now Stu would've paid more attention to the change in behavior. Billy pulled his hand away to spit in his palm. His lips quickly returned to Stu's as his hand stroked his partner's cock making sure to cover his shaft with his spit.

You watched their every move trying to focus but Billy's hand between your thighs made it incredibly difficult. His fingers pulled your panties to the side before sliding up and down your folds. He smiled into his kiss at how wet you already were.

Without hesitation, his two fingers pushed into you curling upwards as they moved. "Oh!" You called gripping the man's wrist. Billy's hand sped up as he pumped Stu's cock. Every little moan that left Stu's mouth made Billy throb against his tight leather pants. "That's so good right there." Stu continued to encourage Billy wondering how far he could go until he was forced to his knees. Billy just moaned getting off on his lover's words. "Babe!" Your back lurched as his fingertips prodded a certain spot within you. He poked and massaged that spongy spot feeling you spasm around his fingers.

Billy's thumb began to rub what he thought were circles over your clit. The erratic shapes made your abdomen tighten. Stu started to thrust into Billy's hand forcing his movements to be more aggressive. Stu tugged on Billy's bottom lip earning something similar to a whimper for the usually dominant male.

You were going to warn Billy that you couldn't do this much longer but before you could form the words your whole body convulsed. "That was too easy," Billy said turning his head towards you watching you grip the counter. Your orgasm hit so hard you had to wonder where you were for a moment. It had never been so easy and definitely never that quick.

"Excuse me." You said politely before sliding off the sink counter. Both men watched as you sunk to your knees in front of them. Billy's cock was visible through his leather pants down to the veins. You licked a stipe against the fabric getting a shaky moan in return. Billy continued to pump Stu's cock while you pulled him from his confines. With no prep work, you wrapped your lips around his tip. Billy's head fell back as your tongue circled the warm flesh. A bead of precum sat along his slit before you smeared the liquid with your tongue. Stu watched you greedily take Billy's cock with a little jealousy.

It was like you could read his mind. Your free hand replaced Billy's on Stu's cock. Stu inched closer letting you easily lick both of them. While your mouth covered one your hand would pump the other. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see them holding hands. You tried not to smile given the fact your lips were locked around Stu.

The pigment on the inside of your lips slowly stained the base of each of their cocks. Apparently, transfer-proof lipstick wasn't made to stay on during such an act. The tips of their cocks rubbed against each other as your tongue traced patterns over both of them. Stu tried to hold off but it all quickly became too much for him. Cum slowly spilled from him filling your mouth as some fell to the floor. Billy watched you hold your mouth open for Stu and the sight made his vision blur. With a strained moan he came shooting even more cum into your mouth. At that point, you had no choice but you stand up spitting the mouthful into the sink.

You felt a little bad thinking every woman was supposed to swallow. Neither of them cared. If anything seeing the aftermath running down your chin could easily get them going for a second round. Stu heaved trying to compose himself. Billy kept his eyes closed scared if he opened them he'd fall over. "Was that okay?" You asked looking at your boyfriends. Stu honestly wanted to shake you for asking such a dumb question. "The day I say no I want you to take me out back and shoot me you understand? And take that asshole too because I'm not letting him have you to himself." Stu's breath was labored but it didn't make his statement any less comedic.

"Fuck you." Billy huffed at Stu with a dopey smile on his face. Stu was the first to properly fix his clothes. You were busy trying to clean up your face dreading fixing Billy's.

Stu sat on the lip of the bathtub as you fixed Billy's face. You had to completely wash everything off from his nose down. The whole time Billy had a sated smile on his face. You thought Stu could wash off his face but no, he would rather have you do it. "Me next!" He jumped up like he was chosen for the price is right. Billy admired himself in the mirror. He was aware of the fact he was attractive he quite often used it to his advantage. Having his face covered and looking completely different than usual made him feel better. It was a refreshing change. The look wasn't scary considering you and Stu found it attractive. It was a shame he could only do this once a year.

"There, now I've got to fix my own makeup." You gently pushed Stu out of the way. "Can I do it?" He asked making Billy shake his head with a quiet laugh.

"What, my makeup?" Stu nodded his head up and down eagerly. You looked at your reflection seeing that the only thing that was messed up was your lipstick. "Sure just be careful." Stu grabbed the tube of lipstick you handed to him studying the red color. Stu cupped your face as you parted your lips. He slowly dragged the pigment over your lips making sure to stay between the lines. Stu pulled back looking at his work. "Hand me a piece of toilet paper so I can blot." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I have to get the excess off so it doesn't move around and it dries faster." Stu made a noise understanding what you meant. He handed you the paper watching curiously as you pressed your lips against the paper.

"Alright, what time is it?" You asked checking yourself in the mirror one more time. Billy stepped into your bedroom reading the clock out loud. "It's 7:23." The party started at eight so you had plenty of time. "Oh, I need someone to help wrap my arms," Billy said as he went downstairs for his roll of duct tape. "Wrap his arms?"

You turned to Stu. "It's part of the costume. You'll have to watch the movie, he's seen it a million times. I think it's whiny." Stu shrugged before leaving the bathroom. You followed the men downstairs deciding to leave your purse at home.

"You have your wallet right?" Billy nodded. "Never leave without it." He pulled the square from his back pocket. "Okay well, I'm leaving my purse so someone else is driving." Stu turned around quickly. "Not my car." He frowned. "You suck." He spat playfully. "We know that," Billy mumbled earning a laugh from Stu as he pointed towards you. "I'll remember that next time. Let's see whose knees are sore after I stop putting out." Billy looked over at Stu while you mocked the boy's flamboyant behavior. "You know I can't even argue with that. I can say however that my head game is better."

Billy handed you the roll of tape staying out of this conversation. He pointed to where the tape needed to go. As you wrapped his forearm you responded to Stu. "Why is that?" You asked. Billy knew better than to complain or critique anything he was getting for free.

"Cause I'm a man duh. I mean I have a dick so I know my way around one." He threw himself down on the couch next to his mask. "You can't even brush your teeth without gagging." You added running a piece of tape around his thumb. Billy nodded agreeing with that fact. "He's not used to brushing his teeth that's all." You laughed at Billy's joke. "Eat my ass! I brush my teeth almost once a day." Billy pointed at the man with his thumb as you wrapped his other arm. "Almost?" The concern in your voice mixed with fear.

"I get busy." He tried to defend himself but it didn't help. "At least I wash my hair. Billy's got pomade from last week sitting in his hair." Once again he threw his friend under the bus. "You're not supposed to wash your hair every day it make it dry. There's a reason I don't have dandruff." At this point, you wanted to block out their conversation.

"Both of you are mildly disgusting but I prefer greasy hair to bad breath." You finished wrapping Billy's other arm after you spoke. "Hey! I use mouthwash." You almost rubbed your face before you remembered your makeup. With a sigh, you walked to the front door. "Let's just go before I break up with both of you nasty asses."

Part 18

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a/n: a small blurb of season 2 spencer x older female reader, to end the night. I hope you like it and thank you very much for all the support. T T

warnings: this is a blurb containing mentions of suggestive innuendo and a bit of mommy kink !!!

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pov: the first time you occupy an eye-catching low-cut shirt.

Miami had never been as hot as it was that day.

Your whole body was sweating under the hot sun, plus the blouse you were wearing was the worst choice for a day like that.

With your hand, you pulled in some air in order to get rid of that melting sensation that invaded your whole body.

"I think the unsub picked the worst time to murder." Commented the cop, from whom you could notice a layer of sweat on his forehead.

"No shit, come on. Let's call it a day here before we get heatstroke." Emily was the first to walk away, following her pace to the SUV to go straight to the hotel.

The days passed the same or worse with the weather, you felt like roasted birds were going to drop at any moment.

Your formal clothing options were warm enough that they could burn you alive if you were exposed to the sun with it, so you looked at the bottom of your suitcase to find that shirt with cleavage.

It was perfect to get you out of that hot situation.

"Wow." Was the first thing you heard as you entered the station, feeling everyone's strong gaze on your neckline.

"What?" you asked without knowing what was going on. Your gaze went down your body to scan you, not quite understanding.

You walked in the direction of the coffee pot, pouring some of that majestic liquid into your cup. You turned to look at the others, who were talking among themselves in order to dissimulate.

But you felt an attentive gaze on you. One that you knew where it came from.

Young Dr. Reid wasn't taking his eyes off you, staring at the neckline of your blouse in the most undisguised way.

You smiled to yourself, walking over to him and sitting down on the table to quietly sip your coffee.

His strong gaze made your hair stand on end. You knew that young Spencer was in the prime of his hormones, so you were aware that, your actions, triggered something inside him that was noticeable in how the fabric of his pants suddenly tightened.

Hotch gave the necessary directions to the team, leaving you and Spencer at the station as a fixed point.

You both had to re-profile geographically, taking into account the recent kills that had occurred. You were hitting on a clue.

But Spencer's lingering gaze and null words kept you quite distracted. Every time you turned around, Spencer looked away; every time you leaned in, you felt him swallow hard; every brush was a real turn-on for him.

So you decided to face him.

"If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm going to catch a cold, dr. Reid."

A smile tugged at your lips as you saw him stop so suddenly, seeing him frozen in place.

You walked up to face him, who had a face like a sweet apple.

"I-I meant no disrespect, Y/N. I-I just... I can't e-explain my behavior-"

"If you want to see them up close, come to my room tonight. Mommy would be happy to have you over to learn a little more about human anatomy, pretty boy."

Your thumb ran across his lips, gently pushing this one over them before turning your attention back to the profile they made.

Well, you realised because as soon as you pulled away, young Dr. Reid escaped into the bathroom.

I think that was too much encouragement for the moment.

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[hockeylovee12]

Just A Pawn-Luke Hughes

Chapter Two

Summary: As the ‘friendship’ between Remi and Luke continues to evolve so does Luke’s feelings for her. And Lukes friends become increasingly worried about this relationship and Luke himself.

Warnings Smut, Cursing, Adult Subjects, Protective friends, Maybe toxic behavior,

A/N there is a lot that goes on in this chapter please don’t read if you are not ok with any of the things mentioned above. I believe I had all of the right tags I do apologize if I miss something or if something should be categorized a different way I am new to this and on the younger side so please feel free to let me know so I can fix it. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this chapter

Luke hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack. "Yo, Dylan, you seen my phone?" he called out as he wrapped it around his waist.

"It's on your bed," Dylan shouted from the living room.

Luke walked into his bedroom and picked up his phone. He saw he had a new message from Remi and grinned to himself. They had been hanging out a lot lately and despite Luke trying to keep his feelings in check, reminding himself that this was all just a plot, he couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction to her.

"Hey, you still up for tonight?" Luke texted back.

"Yeah, absolutely!”

“What do you want to do?"

"I was thinking we could go on an adventure."

"Sounds exciting, I'm in! See you at 9?"

"Perfect."

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As Luke walked into the living room, Mackie looked up from his homework. "Where are you going tonight?" he asked curiously.

"Out with Remi," Luke replied nonchalantly.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean didn't your brothers tell you to stay away from her anyway" he asked

"I can handle them," Luke said defensively. "They're just being overprotective."

Ethan chimed in. "I mean, I don't know if she's the best influence..."

Luke cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "Look guys, I appreciate your concern but I like spending time with her. So can we just leave it at that?"

The guys nodded hesitantly and went back to their respective tasks.

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That night, Luke met up with Remi outside of a town favorite bar downtown. They decided to skip the bar scene and instead took a walk around campus.

"This is nice," Luke commented as they strolled down a lit pathway next to the Arboretum.

"I knew you'd like it," Remi said, grinning playfully at him.

They eventually ended up wandering through the woods behind campus, chasing each other around like little kids. They climbed trees and hid behind bushes, laughing loudly.

"Hey, we should sleep here tonight," Luke suggested somewhat jokingly as they collapsed on the ground breathlessly.

Remi looked at him with the same mischievous smile he saw the first time they met before responding. "Sure, why not?"

“Wait, you seriously wanna sleep here?” Luke asked with a laugh

“Ya! Come on, it’ll be fun!” Remi encouraged him as she pulled him towards the trees. 

“Uh ya it’s a little dangerous?” Luke asked as he looked around nervously. Sleeping in a dark forest alone was not exactly on his to-do list. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Remi asked with a giggle. 

“Um I don’t know, we could be attacked by a bear or a murder” Luke suggested 

“What’s life without a little danger?” Remi said with a smile. 

Luke looked into her eyes and smiled, before agreeing. 

They made a makeshift bed out of leaves and branches and settled in for the night. As they laid there, looking up at the stars above, Luke realized then that he was genuinely happy with Remi. He wasn't just stringing her along to piss off his brothers anymore; he actually liked being around her a lot.

The next morning, Luke woke up to his phone ringing incessantly. It was Coach Naurato wondering where he was for morning practice.

"I overslept," Luke admitted sheepishly as he laced up his skates.

Coach Naurato shook his head disapprovingly. "Let's go Hughes, run three laps before practice starts."

After practice, Coach Naurato pulled Dylan aside to ask him some questions about Luke's behavior outside of practice.

"Is he okay? He's been acting really weird lately," Coach Naurato confided in Dylan.

Dylan hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully. "I don't know, coach, I haven't really noticed anything too out of the ordinary."

The truth was that everyone had noticed Luke's behavior changing over the past few weeks. He was more distracted during practice and seemed to be preoccupied with something outside of hockey. But no one said anything because they didn't want to get into trouble with their teammates or coaches.

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Later that night Luke walked into his house and saw his roommates sitting in the living room watching TV. He was happy to see them, but they looked at him with deep concern.

"Mate, are you okay?" Ethan asked.

Luke shrugged and sat beside them. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you've been acting different lately," Dylan said.

"What do you mean?" Luke asked.

"You missed class this morning," Mackie said. "Coach was livid."

"I know, I messed up," Luke replied. "It won't happen again."

"It's not just that," Mark said. "You've been hanging out with Remi Carson a lot lately."

Luke rolled his eyes. "So what? She's just a friend."

"A friend that you spend the night with?. We know you didn’t come home last night, we were a little worried.," Ethan told him.

"I’m 19, don’t try to control my life" Luke responded.

"We're not trying to control your life, bud," Dylan said. "We're just worried about you."

"I appreciate it, guys, but I'm fine," Luke assured them.

His roommates exchanged a look of worry as he walked away.

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Then one chilly afternoon at his house after he'd skipped practice, she convinced him to go all the way, saying it'd be "new". As she lay shirtless above him she whispered "ready?" 

Luke smiled up at her before nodding eagerly. The moment he entered her, he heard a door shut.

Luke paid no attention to it, continuing to grind his hips into her.

Luke enjoyed the sound of her moans, and at that moment he was in a state of euphoria, which made him completely oblivious to the door that had shut.

Seconds before Luke had reached his climax, a heavy knock sounded on the door.

Angry and frustrated, Luke yelled at the door. “Go Away! I'm busy!” Remi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his frustration.

“Luke, we need to talk!” Mackie yelled on the other side of the door.

“Unbelievable” Luke muttered, as he pulled out of her, grabbing his sweats from the floor and slipping them on.

Luke shot a look at Remi, who was still laying on the bed naked and covered with a blanket. She gave him a smirk and Luke let out a frustrated groan before slipping out the door.

“What the fuck guys!” He yelled noticing all of his roommates staring at him, all of them looking worried.

“You skipped practice!” Dylan stated worry lingering in his voice.

“Yeah, and?” Luke snarked back

“Dude we’re worried about you! And Coach was pissed he was thinking about benching you! You’re lucky we covered for you” Ethan chimed in.

“He’s not gonna bench me, it was one practice chill out” Luke says nonchalantly

“It’s not just that Luke you’re different. It doesn't matter to you if you miss a practice, don’t care about your grades, and you just don't seem to care about anything at all! We’re all fucking worried about you!” Ethan yelled

“You guys are ridiculous, I’m fine!” Luke yelled back.

“No you’re not! You just don`t care, it’s ridiculous” Mark said,

“I told you before,I can handle myself” Luke retorted before returning to his room, slamming the door behind him. 

“Are you alright?” Remi asks, watching as Luke takes a deep breath before placing his hands on his head.

“Fuck” Luke screams out angrily slamming his fist onto his desk. Remi’s mouth drops open as she hurriedly gets herself out of bed wrapping the sheets around her and walking over to Luke. 

Remi gently takes hold of Luke’s now bleeding hand and inspects the damage.

Thankfully no damage was done to his knuckles but the hand is a bit red and swollen.

Luke looks at Remi with a look of desperation in his eyes. A smile appears on Remi’s face as she guides Luke’s hand closer to her mouth and kisses the knuckles.

Luke moves his other hand to Remi`s waist and pulls her closer to him as he kisses her neck leading up to her ear. “Ready to finish?” He whispers in her ear.

Remi nods her head and smiles, dropping the sheets that covered her body. Now standing completely naked in front of Luke, he stripped off his sweats and threw them at the door, locking it before grabbing a condom from the desk drawer and slipping it on.

Luke gripped Remi underneath the waist and placed her on the desk. He begins to kiss her neck, moving his hand down to her breast. Remi lets out a loud moan as Luke makes his way past her stomach… 

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[dyns33]

The Magician

I've wanted to write for Michael Kinsella for a long time, even though I've never seen the series. I don't think it ever made it to France. No problem, I still love him.

Everyone knew the Kinsella family's reputation in the neighborhood. It was recommended not to approach them if it was not necessary, not to have debts or quarrels with them, and if a discussion could not be avoided to always be polite.

Y/N did not know half of all these things when she had spoken to Michael for the first time.

She knew that her parents were wary of his parents, and that one should always be polite when speaking to someone, nothing more. A little older than her, the boy was quite a loner, perhaps because it went with his name, but also staying away from his family as soon as he had the opportunity.

Normally, she would have had no reason to talk to him. She herself was quite shy, especially with people she did not know, but she had wanted to play a game on the way back from school, throwing her bag as high as possible, until it got stuck in a tree.

She could have tried to climb up to get it back, but her parents would have scolded her even more if she hurt herself for such a stupid reason.

When she saw Michael, sitting in a field, she hesitated. He could refuse to help her, make fun of her. But he could also be kind.

"… In this tree ?" he wondered, looking at the big oak tree.

"Yes. I'm afraid of falling. Will you help me ?"

"'Sure."

Of course, Michael fell, but with the bag, and getting up very quickly with a big laugh to show that he wasn't hurt, despite the mud, the leaves in his hair, and the bruise on his knees.

He gave her back her things with a smile, a little surprised that Y/N seemed so worried about him. Obviously, he often hurt himself, without it disturbing anyone.

Their friendship began that day, like a kind of secret. It was mostly him who insisted that they not tell anyone that they were friends. His family wouldn't be happy if he was seeing someone outside. Michael didn't explain why, he didn't need to, but he whispered that they never let him have something that was just his own.

There was a big difference between his reputation, his behavior when he was with his brothers, and when they were alone.

As he grew up, his family's hold seemed to get worse, Michael participating more and more in their criminal activities, with threats, thefts, fights. He met Sirkka when he was finishing high school, falling in love almost immediately.

Y/N was the first person to know. It broke her heart, she who had had a crush on him for several years without daring to tell him, for fear of losing him, but she behaved like a true friend, encouraging him to do what would make him happy.

"My parents like her. I think they'll accept her easily… I hope so anyway."

"Is it that bad if they don't like her ?"

"… Yeah."

For the Kinsellas, family was sacred. Coming before everything else. Only blood had value, even if this was especially true for the elders. The younger ones had to obey, keep quiet, be respectful.

Especially Michael. The Magician. They asked a lot of him, much more than the others, being critical and toxic as soon as he tried to express an opinion contrary to theirs.

This was also why Y/N had learned to stay away, contenting herself with what he could give her, which was already a lot, much more than for many people.

Some of Mickey's closest members had heard of her. As long as she didn't disturb their brother, she didn't bother them.

After his marriage, the birth of his daughter, and each having a lot of things to do in their respective lives, they saw each other less often. Y/N sometimes checked on him by calling or sending him a text, to which he always responded as soon as he could.

It was a shock to learn that Michael had been sent to prison. For the murder of his wife.

Y/N didn't believe at all that he could have done such a thing. Yes, everything was not going well in the couple, he had told her about it. Michael told her everything. Young, crazy, they had moved too fast, love evaporating just as quickly and leaving them in a marriage with a child, and surrounded by a stifling family.

Crying, he had even confided in her that he had cheated on her with Amanda, his brother Jimmy's wife. A huge stupidity, which had still done him some good at the time.

It was impossible to leave Sirkka. A divorce in the Kinsellas ? Never. He had wanted her, he would stay with her. And above all Anna would not understand.

The Magician was many things, sometimes terrible things, but he was a good father. So if he refused to leave his wife so as not to traumatize his baby, it was impossible that he would kill her.

As a good friend, Y/N sent him letters every week. He refused calls and visits, but he timidly answered her writings, which seemed to please him.

And when he was released, 8 years later, she took the train back to Dublin to see him.

The small house he had bought was a little out of the way, some habits not changing, even hardening.

Michael looked tired. Sad. And especially surprised to see her. With a huge smile, she took him in her arms when he opened the door, while he looked around, as if he was worried that they would be seen together.

"But what are you doing here, love ?"

"Oh, please ! You're free, we have to celebrate !"

"… Y/N. Are you for real ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"I… Come in."

It was hard for Michael to understand what she was doing here, because he thought she had written to him out of politeness, because she was nice. No one else had written to him. His family had only made contact when they needed something, as usual.

Same thing since he got out. People avoided him or looked at him with hatred, as if he had the plague. It didn't bother him, he who liked solitude, but his reputation was worse than ever.

This complicated things in order to succeed in obtaining custody of Anna, and to make sure that she did not know why he was in prison. Very young at the time of the events, justice had been kind enough not to tell her what had happened, making her believe it was an accident.

It was not the Kinsellas who could have informed her, since they did not care about the little girl. On the other hand, they had thrown themselves on Michael as soon as he returned, to ask him to resume his activities, without worrying about his desire for peace.

"I am happy to see you, love. Really, I am. Even if I don't really understand."

"We are friends."

"Of course, but you know why I was in prison. You think I'm innocent ?"

"I know you are." sighed Y/N, grimacing. "You loved Sirkka."

"Yeah… But not enough. Otherwise I would never have married her. I wouldn't have put her in such a dangerous situation. It was selfish, to think that I could do whatever I wanted. I didn't kill her but it's like I did. I should have done like with you, I…"

Michael froze, turning frightened eyes towards her, as if he had just said something serious, a secret, before closing himself off completely, avoiding her gaze and asking her to leave.

Not having waited so long to see him, Y/N refused, asking for explanations.

It wasn't very fair, to trap him like this in his own house. He looked really panicked, trying to escape from her by taking refuge in the kitchen. He could have easily screamed or pulled her out, but he could never do that. Not to her.

"Please, you have to leave. You shouldn't have come. I don't understand why you came."

"And I don't understand why you're afraid. What's going on ? Michael, talk to me."

"You don't understand… I don't want anything to happen to you. I won't stand it."

"I know you won't hurt me."

"Everyone who gets close to me is hurting. Everyone who… Everyone I love. Y/N, you have to leave. If it's not my family, it'll be the Cunninghams, or some other gang. Even me, cause I'm an idiot, a real idiot. I promised myself that nothing would happen to you, that's why I kept my distance, telling myself that you were too good for me, too good to go through all this."

"Michael… I love you. I've loved you since you fell out of that tree with my bag."

"Don't say that. Please don't say that, love. I don't deserve you, and I don't want to lose you."

With a broken voice and tears in his eyes, he told her again to leave, but without trying to push her away as she still hugged him.

It was obvious that no one had touched him in a long time, at least not like this, with tenderness and patience. Y/N held him against her until he stopped crying, running her hand through his hair.

If they hadn't been friends for so long, Y/N might have tried to convince him to leave. Take Anna and move with her, far away from all this.

But she knew he wouldn't want to. Family was sacred. Despite everything they had done to him, the Kinsellas kept a power over him, he continued to love them, and he would never escape them. Michael coughed, visibly ashamed, but he kept his head on her shoulder.

"… You're stubborn." he murmured.

"Of course I am, you know that very well."

"Yeah. I know, love. I guess nothing will make you leave. Maybe… My family knows that I care about you. They're not completely stupid, and they've long understood that it would be a bad idea to approach you. Maybe… But if…"

"Shh. You're stuck with me now."

"Is that a threat, love ?" Michael sneered, picking her up then, which made her cry out in surprise.

They fell together on the couch, where their faces were suddenly very close, Michael's bright eyes devouring her.

There would definitely be problems. There were always problems with the Kinsellas, and despite his best efforts, the Magician probably couldn't escape them.

But they had already lost so much time in fear of this possible threat. So when his lips finally touched hers, Y/N promised herself that they would never be separated again.

[reading-giraffe]

Twisted Emotions: Review

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Summary

Nino Falcone is 2nd to the Capo of the Camorra and self-proclaimed sociopath - he claims to have no emotions. In fact, his friends and family get annoyed with him frequently because he comes up with reasonable and logical solutions to problems that most of them get really emotional about. He also happens to be one of the fiercest fighters to exist in the mafia underworld. He has been cage fighting for his whole life and feels no remorse killing and torturing others.

When push comes to shove and the Camorra and Famiglia are at a crossroads, Nino proposes a marriage between the families to increase trade and peace across the mid-west and eastern parts of the United States. The Camorra and Famiglia leads decide that Nino Falcone and Kiara Vitiello are the eligible respective family members for the marriage.

Kiara, at the ripe ol' age of 19, is scared shitless. She is the only child to survive her parents. Her father was brutally murdered by the head of the Famiglia for being a traitor, and her mother was killed incidentally as well. Kiara was sent to live with her aunt and uncle, who resented her because of her traitorous father. In fact, a different uncle brutally raped her at age 13 several times as punishment for being related to her traitorous father.

Kiara and Nino navigate their arranged marriage in an unexpectedly heartwarming story. Nino quickly deduces that Kiara is a victim of rape and teams up with his brothers to publicly humiliate and murder the rapist in her honor. He is also extremely patient with her, slowly working to earn her trust. She, in turn, reveals to Nino that perhaps he's not as cold-hearted as he thought.

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Nino Falcone

YOOOO not gonna lie Nino reminds me a whole lot of my HUSBAND!! I'm convinced that, in another life, Nino Falcone makes an excellent mafia attorney. Not only is he logical and clever, but he uses it to rationalize his "simulated" emotions. For example: He understands that Kiara has a traumatic history and that, in order for her to trust him, he has no choice but to adjust his behavior to make her comfortable around him. It's just how people work!! and I LOVE THAT FOR THEM.

"I can cuff one of my hands to the headboard. What do you say? That would give you a sense of safety, don't you think?"

There is probably no better match for a person with sexual trauma than a logical, level-headed human being who can think through the consequences of their actions before they even do anything.

Kiara Vitiello/Falcone

I have had the privilege of not undergoing the trauma that Kiara went through so I don't understand her extreme fear and flinchiness.

I do think that, for someone who experienced brutal sexual trauma caused by a male, for her to be suddenly thrust into a home filled with sex-driven, aggressive men is probably fucking terrifying. I mean Nino, Remo, and the other men living in this house are I N S A T I A B L E. Luckily they don't Kiara catch wind of their sexual needs or activities.

All things considered, I'm impressed with how Kiara worked with Nino to grow their relationship and make the best out of a shitty situation. Super extra double bonus for Nino and Kiara for boosting her confidence and encouraging her to step out of the shadow of shame into the spotlight, commanding respect from her family that previously hated her (for things she never even did).

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Who I would recommend this book for:

Anyone who can stomach depictions of child rape, molestation

Anyone who can stomach a child becoming an orphan and entering foster care

People who are okay with spousal infidelity when it is mutually agreed-upon

Mostly, if you are into mafia stories and can follow the intricacies that can come with it, this is the book for you. I was a little overwhelmed by the mafia plotlines. It got a little complicated for my tiny, smooth brain. But if you can't follow the plot lines, the romance is still superb.

Despite the dark, twisty beginnings of Kiara and Nino, their love story ended up being one of the most heartwarming stories I've read in a while. Maybe because I can relate to a history of sexual trauma, but having a partner who listens, understands, is hypervigilant and overly communicative is a great match. A partner like that helps you heal from your past.

But also...makes for a BANGIN sex life. Kiara and Nino explore a lot for Kiaras' psyche's sake but also for pleasure 😛

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[atiny-desire]

Scream

Pairing: Ghostface! Wooyoung x fem! Reader

High-school! AU

Summary: You had to find out the hard way that your friends aren't who they seemed to be.

Word count: 7.8k

Disclaimer: I'm in no way condoning, justifying, encouraging nor promoting this kind of behavior. This is not supposed to represent Wooyoung in any way.

Warning: Stalking, yandere behavior, gore, murder, a little bit of cursing

A/n: This was supposed to be finished by Halloween, but a writer's block stopped me from completing it ;-; I hope you can still enjoy it! I'm also considering a second part for this, but don't take my word for it.

Pt. 2

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"Awh come on, this is the last year of our high-school years." You sighed in annoyance for the hundreds of times now. Your best friend Mingi was chewing your ear up about a Halloween party that was this weekend, he wanted you to attend even though he knew that you didn't like parties. He wanted to go with you in a partner look and pestered you about it ever since he found out about the party.

Jongho who was walking together with you and Mingi down the school hallway was also annoyed with him. "It's like you never learn, Mingi." Jongho shook his head and glanced at his tall friend who was walking on the other side of you. "We know each other since kindergarten, did you ever see her go to a party?"

The three of you were now walking out of the main entrance, you were met with the cold breeze of the autumn. Orange and red leaves were dancing around in the wind, the sun was shining but it didn't spend any warmth.

You stretched your arms a bit while you mumbled, "Jongho is the only one here who gets me."

"I'm hurt!" A loud and dramatic voice yelled. The person pushed himself between you and Mingi and threw his arm around your shoulder. You glanced toward the person to see his face, it was Wooyoung, which you already knew because of the lack of personal space and his loud voice. His black hair was disheveled as if he had just woken up and he was grinning from ear to ear as he leaned against you as much as possible.

"I get you too!" You grimaced your face he was basically screaming in your ear. "You were talking about you not going to the party right?"

You tried to push him away from you but it only resulted in him clinging to you even more. "Ever heard of the concept of personal space," you huffed, as he leaned his whole weight onto your shoulder.

Wooyoung skillfully ignored your broad hint to give you some space and instead leaned his face even closer to yours, to the point where you could feel his hot breath right by your ear. He lowered his voice into a dangerous whisper, "But are you sure you don't want to come?" He stopped for a second to give his sentence some sort of dramatic effect. "Maybe the killer is going to be out there, preying on girls who are home alone."

You promptly pushed him away from you into Mingi and glared at him. Wooyoung and Mingi were both laughing, even tho they knew that you were scared.

Two girls have been murdered during the last week, the first girl was Choi San's ex-girlfriend. Her throat was slit and the word slut was carved into the skin of her stomach. The second girl was killed in a more brutal way, but seemingly without a motive. Her murderer cut her open from her chest to her lower stomach and hung her from a tree with her own guts.

"Did the police let San go?" Jongho suddenly asked and stopped Wooyoung and Mingi from making fun of you.

"Yep," Wooyoung answered, locked his hands behind his head, and fixated his gaze on said person. San was walking through the school gates, you could see the dark circles under his eyes even from a distance. "He has an alibi so they let him go pretty quickly."

You hummed and nodded your head. You wondered how he still managed to come to school after what happened, if it was you would have stayed at home for a few days, alone for the fact that you didn't want everyone to stare at you. "Should I ask him how he's doing?"

Mingi snorted letting you know that you said that out loud and didn't just think about it. "His ex-girlfriend is barely dead and you already think about swooping in?"

"Mingi!" You yelled at the same time as Jongho asked, "Swooping in?" Ignoring Jongho you glared at Mingi, but the latter was just sheepishly smiling at you. "I'm just worried about him, nothing more."

"Swooping in?" Wooyoung repeated Jongho's question. You noticed the slight scowl on his face, as his eyes were wandering between you and Mingi waiting for an answer.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance when you first told Mingi about your crush on San he promised you to not tell anyone, but you should've known better than to trust him with this matter. "It's nothing, just a small crush and I want to know how he's doing."

"You have a crush on San," Wooyoung asked a bit too loud for your liking.

You grimaced your face and quickly shushed him with your hand before he could say anything else. "Why don't you just yell it across the whole school, huh," you whisper yell at him.

"You want me to?" He provocatively raised his eyebrows and watched in satisfaction as you were ready to jump him in order to stop him.

You warningly gripped him by the sleeve of his jacket while hissing between clenched teeth, "Don't you dare!"

Wooyoung unimpressed by your try to intimidate him just smirked and leaned in a little closer to you. "Who is going to stop me?"

"Alright, that's enough you two." Mingi interrupted your staring contest and pushed himself between you and Wooyoung, claiming his original place beside you. "Let's talk about the party instead, we still haven't finished that conversation." With that, he redirected the attention to the original topic.

You sighed and with a last glare directed at Wooyoung you said, "The discussion was over Mingi, I'm not going." While you were talking you saw how San disappeared into the building. You scrunched up your nose, you weren't going to ask him how he was doing after Mingis and Wooyoungs teasing. "Even if I wanted to go I can't. My parents are gone this week and I'm supposed to watch the dog."

"So you're really alone?" You expected Wooyoung to ask but it was Jongho, who till now just quietly listened. He didn't mean it in a teasing way, you saw it by the way his eyes held real concern for you in them.

"Yes, but I have the dog with me so I'm not all alone." Wooyoung of course didn't let go of the topic he grinned when you mentioned your dog, and you knew he was about to mock you even further. "Ah yes, do you mean that Doberman of yours who runs away at the first sign of a threat?"

You grit your teeth in annoyance, till now you weren't worried about being alone, but their teasing started to get to you. It was true that your dog, Leila, wasn't the bravest one out there, but the thought of having her around still put you at ease.

Wooyoung grinned, he tried to get closer to you but Mingi pushed him away, earning himself a murderous glare from him. "Do you want me to stay with you over the weekend," Wooyoung asked. He didn't try to get closer again and instead ran his hand through his black hair and winked at you.

"I would rather spend the evening with a killer than with you," you mumbled.

Instead of whining about how mean you are he just laughed. "Be careful what you wish for!"

An unsettling feeling spread itself inside your stomach. To you, Wooyoung's words sounded more like a threat than a warning. You searched for eye contact with Mingi, to see if he was feeling the same thing, but he just continued making stupid jokes with Wooyoung.

A shiver ran down your spine, you weren't sure if it was because of the bad feeling or the sudden gust of wind. "By the way, why did we even go outside? I'm freezing!"

"Because Yunho wanted to meet us out here," Mingi answered while checking his phone for the time. You took a peak at it too, it was 11 am.

"Well, if he isn't here in five minutes I'm leaving." You hid your cold hands in the sleeves of your jacket and cursed Yunho for wanting to meet outside.

As if on cue said person's voice piped up from behind you. "Impatient as always." You turned your head to look at him, the first thing that you noticed was his hair. The last time you saw him it was a bright blue but now it was a less eye-piercing orange.

"I think I figured out who the killer might be." That was the first thing he said. No Hello, or how are you doing, he just got straight to the point. His eyes were shining with determination and triumph as if he had already caught the murderer.

"And here he goes again," Mingi sighed and shook his head. Yunho was the geek of your group and he probably watched every slasher movie under the sun. Now, this wouldn't be so bad if he didn't always come up with conspiracy theories about who could be a serial killer and who they would kill.

You sighed, this could only mean that you weren't getting back into the warmth of the building for quite some time. "Alright, let's get it over with. What have you got Yunho?

Yunho pushed your group to a more secluded area before he started. "So I was thinking-," You started to zone out after not even one sentence, you heard Yunho's theories so often that you could already imagine who he was thinking about. You bit your lip trying not to laugh, every time he got like this he reminded you of that Charlie conspiracy meme.

Yunho kept rambling for quite some time, he talked about multiple people and why they could or could not be the killer until he finally landed on his two prime suspects. "That's why I think that it was Hongjoong or Wooyoung!" All of you watched him with skepticism written all over your face, but he wasn't bothered and just continued, "Hongjoong is one of San's closest friends, he was extremely angry when he found out that San's girlfriend cheated on him. He wanted to take revenge for his best friend and killed his ex-girlfriend."

He stopped to take a deep breath while fixating his gaze on Wooyoung. "But I can't really imagine that Hongjoong would do something so reckless, that could also bring trouble to San." Yunho narrowed his eyes and now glared at Wooyoung, the latter didn't flinch one bit and just watched him in amusement. "That's why my second guess is Wooyoung. We all know how loyal he is, especially towards Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and San! I can totally see him doing something as reckless as killing someone, just to get revenge for his friends."

For a few seconds, it was just silence until Wooyoung's laughter broke it. "Nice one, but why would you tell me that you suspect me?"

Yunho crossed his arms over his chest he looked at all of you with a confident smile, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Because I am protected now. If you kill me now everyone here will know it was you because I suspected you."

Wooyoung smirked and crossed his arms too, he gave him the same attitude. "But now I can kill you. If I kill you now no one would suspect me, because they now think that I wouldn't kill you because you suspected me."

At first Yunho's confident grin faltered, but it returned even bigger than before. "See?" He accusingly pointed at his prime suspect. "He even thinks like a murderer!"

"Why do I even hang out with you idiots," Jongho sighed and crossed his bare arms over his chest. It was 1 C° outside but he still chose to wear a T-shirt, your eyes wandered to his arms and there wasn't even a hint of goosebumps on them. He cocked his head to the side, and a frown formed on his face as if he was thinking about something. "Even if one of them is the killer, why would they kill the second girl, if the first one was for revenge?"

The eyes of your orange-haired friend began to sparkle with excitement. He clasped his hands together and pointed with both of his index fingers at Jongho. "Good question!" His eyes wandered to Wooyoung again, it looked like he was dead set on the idea that Wooyoung did it. "My guess is, that whoever did it, liked it the first time and wanted to do it again!"

Wooyoung clenched his jaw, he was getting visibly annoyed now, but who wouldn't if they were accused of murder? "Why don't you talk directly to me," he snarled.

"I did," Yunho blankly said. They both continued to glare at each other, and they would have kept doing it if it wasn't for you intervening.

"Yunho, I think you're crossing the line a bit! You can't just go around accusing people of murder." Fights luckily didn't happen often in your friend group, but if they did it always cost you all of your energy. Somehow you always ended up between the front lines. Wooyoung and Jongho on one side, and Yunho and Mingi on the other side.

"But-," Yunho wanted to start again, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, it's enough!" Another gust of wind made you shiver "I don't know what you're doing, but I'm going back inside." You took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. "Our break is almost over anyway."

Mingi and Jongho decided to stay a little longer with Yunho, while Wooyoung decided to follow you back inside.

"Do you also think that I did it?" Wooyoung asked when you were finally back in the comfort of the heated school building.

You scoffed, the image of Wooyoung killing someone was ridiculous to you. Now, doing something stupid like accidentally stealing someone's pet because he thought it was cute, was something you could see him doing, but killing someone? No. "Don't be ridiculous, someone who cried like a baby during Lion King can't kill anyone."

You glanced at him and saw how his eyes widened before he narrowed them. "You little-," He was about to grab you to put you in a headlock, but you, who had already teased him about it a lot of times previously, were quicker. The two of you were running down the hallway to your classroom, while you were laughing, Wooyoung was yelling after you to stop.

"Watch it!" You were taking a peek at him, to see how close he was when he warned you.

You stopped just in time to avoid running into a boy from your parallel class. A few strands of his white hair hung over his eyes, he had a smile on his lips that showed off his dimples. His hands were in front of his body, ready to catch you in case you would run into him.

"Got a ghost chasing you," he asked and dropped his arms back to his sides.

You nodded a bit out of breath, you didn't interact with him often but you still knew that his name was Yang Jeongin. "Something like that."

Wooyoung quickly caught up to you, he threw his arm around your neck and ruffled your hair with his other hand. "I told you to let it go," he hissed but it was obviously in a playful manner.

His impact caused you to stumble a few steps forward, forcing Jeongin to take a few steps back. "Ah, I see." He said. Only now did Wooyoung acknowledge his presence.

"And I told you to not touch my hair!" You tried to fix it, but it was no use, a few strands remained out of place.

Jeongin's whole demeanor changed as soon as Wooyoung showed up. The smile vanished off of his face and his eyes were nervously flicking between you and Wooyoung. "Well, I'll be going now! My friends are waiting for me."

He basically sprinted off before you could say goodbye to him. Confused you looked at Wooyoung, it seemed as if Jeongin was scared of him. "What was that?"

He shrugged, his eyes were fixated on Jeongin's back until he disappeared behind a corner. "No idea." He turned his head to look at you and asked, "Are you driving with me later?"

"Do you finally have your license?"

He mischievously smiled at your question. "Almost. So does that mean you want to walk home?"

You rolled your eyes of course you didn't want to walk home. The advantage of having someone who almost had a driver's license was to never walk or go by bike again. "See you later!" You didn't directly answer his question, but you knew that he would get the hint.

The rest of your day went by in a blur, school ended, Wooyoung brought you home, went on a walk with your dog Lila, took a shower when you came back, and you spend the rest of your day watching movies.

It was in the middle of the night when the house telephone suddenly rang, your heart almost stopped since you were in the middle of watching an intense scene from the horror movie you chose. You sighed annoyed, who would call you at this time?

You stopped the movie and picked up the phone. "Hello?" No answer. You tried again, "Hello!" But again, the person on the other side didn't answer you.

You were about to hang up, more annoyed than before because you thought that it was a prank call when the person finally said something. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

Confused you moved the telephone away from your ear. You were hoping to see the number on the small display, but the number was suppressed. "Who are you?" Instead of answering you decided to ask a question yourself.

"What's your favorite scary movie?!" The person asked again, now a bit harsher than before.

You noticed that their voice was changed by a voice changer. "Listen, if you don't tell me who you are, I'm going to hang up!" At this point you were sure that it was just a prank call, who else would call you at this time, just to ask you what your favorite horror movie is?

But the stranger on the other end didn't appreciate you not answering his question, as he promptly yelled, "Hang up and I'll gut you just like the other two girls!"

You stopped and felt your stomach drop, did you hear that right? Just like the other two girls? "My.. my favorite scary movie?" You repeated his question, but you got no answer.

Prank call or not, you weren't about to risk it. "Uhm, it's Halloween."

"One of the classics, huh?" The person chuckled, it wasn't a nice one, the voice changer made it sound a bit static. "Good choice as I expected."

"Who are you?" You asked again. You stared at the frozen screen of your TV and nervously picked the skin on your wrist.

"Who am I?" The stranger chuckled, there was a short silence before you heard the voice again. "Wouldn't you like to know? Let's just say, I'm someone who's watching you, very closely."

Out of reflex, your eyes moved to the big front window, which allowed you to see the empty main street and the few street lamps that illuminated the sidewalk. "What do you mean by that?"

You heard a chuckle again. "What do you think?" Squinting your eyes you hoped to see more in the dark, but there was nothing. What were you even looking for? "Don't worry, I'm not in front of your house."

This sentence made the hair on your neck stand up, your head shot in the direction of your kitchen. If someone wanted to they would be able to see you through the kitchen window.

"Ah no, don't worry! I'm not in the back either." The person tried to stifle their laugh but you could still hear it. They had fun messing with you.

"What the hell," you whispered and finally moved to the front door, checking the lock there first before going to the back door in your kitchen. But nothing, both doors were locked. "Where are you," you asked and wandered back into the living room.

Leila has by now woken up due to you pacing around the room, she was attentively watching you. "Close."

You anxiously started to bite your fingernails, a bad habit that you got rid of a long time ago, but was now coming back. "You-,"

"I bet you're dying to know why I called you." They cackled as if they just heard the most hilarious joke ever. Their voice dangerously lowered when they said, " This is a warning call, if I catch you whoring around again I'll gut you just like the other two."

You were at a loss for words. First of all, how were you 'whoring' around, and second of all even if you did, how was that any of this person's business? Of course you didn't say that out loud, if this was the real killer you didn't want to risk it.

You were speechless while your mind was overflowing with thoughts, after a few seconds of you not saying anything the person spoke again. Their voice was cheerfully mocking you when they said, "Thank you for your time, have a nice evening!" And without giving you a chance of saying another word they hung up.

Your body moved on its own accord, letting all the window blinds down, but only downstairs. You didn't dare go upstairs, because you swore you heard a sound coming from there.

While you were pacing around, checking everything twice just to make sure, you dialed Mingi's number. Three times did you call him, but nothing. Of course, you thought. He always had his phone on silent. Wooyoung was your next pick, the phone rang for a few seconds before his voice reached your ear with his usual cheerful, "Well, hello there!"

A breath of relief escaped your mouth. "Thank God!" You closed your eyes to gain a bit of composure, but you still felt like throwing up. "Can you please come over? I think someone is watching me."

"In the middle of the night? That's one hell of a persistent fan right there." He laughed but you weren't in the mood for his stupid jokes.

"It's not a joke!" You were mindlessly petting Lila, who must have sensed that something was wrong because she refused to leave your side. "Someone called me and told me they were watching me! At first, I thought it was a prank call, but then they started to describe what I was doing!"

You heard the rustle of keys through the telephone before Wooyoung said, "Don't worry I'm coming as fast as I can!" He hung up without saying goodbye and left you alone with your dog again.

He arrived not even ten minutes later, you were so relieved to see him that you didn't even question him on why he was so quick since it usually took him around twenty to thirty minutes to get to your house.

Wooyoung put his hands on your shoulders as soon as you let him in, concern was swirling in his eyes when he asked you, "Are you okay?" You nodded but he didn't let you go, only when you told him twice that you were really okay did he calm down a bit.

"Wait here. I'll check if someone is in the house." And with that, he made his way upstairs. You were glad that he was willing to do that, but at the same time, it also surprised you, as you knew that he was just as much of a scaredy-cat as you were.

You were already sitting on your couch when he came back down, Lila was sitting at your feet and had her head laying on your leg as if she wanted to comfort you. Wooyoung plopped down beside you and shook his head. "I checked every corner but nothing."

You nodded to show him that you understood. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're here." Exhausted you put your head on his shoulder. "Can you stay tonight," you asked. There was no way you would be able to sleep alone after that call.

Wooyoung put his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. "Of course!" He laughed when he said, "Can't let my favorite friend die, can I?"

"Mhm." You only mumbled since you were already half asleep. The comfort of having someone around, let your body finally relax enough to let your guard down and sleep.

"Do you want me to play the movie?" His eyes were on the unmoving TV screen trying to figure out what movie you were watching. He turned his head to look at you when he got no answer, just to see you already sleeping. Wooyoung forgot about the movie and watched you sleep instead, to him there was nothing more interesting.

You both contemplated to just skip school the next day, but you decided that school would be a nice distraction from the night prior.

Mingi was already waiting at the gates when you and Wooyoung finally arrived. "Girl, why did you call me in the middle of the night?"

"Someone was stalking me," you whispered once you were close enough to him, you didn't want anyone else to listen to your conversation.

He first grinned at you thinking it was a joke, but when he saw that not only you were serious, but Wooyoung too, his grin faltered.

"Shit, do you want me to stay with you tonight," he asked after you and Wooyoung explained to him what happened last night.

You shook your head, you didn't want Mingi to miss the party he was already excited about, and besides Wooyoung already offered to stay with you. "No you don't-,"

"I'm already staying with her!" You were annoyed by Wooyoung interrupting you, but you didn't have the energy to fight him over it.

"If you need me call me, I'll keep my ringtone on." Mingi ignored him and tried to comfort you.

You thankfully nodded at him, even if your friends teased and annoyed you a lot of the time, in the end, they would always be there for you.

In the end, school wasn't much of a distraction as you thought it would be, your thoughts were constantly revolving around the unknown caller. You should probably tell the police what happened, but you didn't want to do it alone. You decided to ask Wooyoung later to do it with you.

Another thought infiltrated your mind, no matter how hard you tried to push it away, it always came back. The person's message was quite personal, which probably meant that they knew you and could be someone close to you. Yunho's words crossed your mind again and for a second Wooyoung's face flickered in your mind. But it couldn't be him, you shook your head. No. Definitely not him, but who else?

It was at the end of the school day when you bumped into San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong, you were on your way to meet Wooyoung at his car. But now you had the opportunity to ask San how he was doing without Mingi or Wooyoung around.

San still looked tired and it also showed in his lackluster answer. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm okay... I guess."

You awkwardly bit your lip, what were you expecting? That he was going to pour his heart out to you in the school hallway or tell you that he was completely fine? Luckily for you, Hongjoong tried to get you out of the situation by asking you how you were doing.

Maybe you weren't so lucky after all because now you were at a loss for words. "Uhm... I'm fine. A little tired tho, Wooyoung and I watched some movies last night." You weren't doing fine at all, but at least it wasn't a complete lie.

"Speaking of Wooyoung," Hongjoong started and brushed a strand of his fiery red hair out of his face. "I've meant to ask this for a while now, since when are you and Wooyoung a couple?"

"Huh? We're not a couple." Both of you were confused now and the atmosphere was more awkward than before. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"Well...," he paused and exchanged an unsure glance with Seonghwa before he continued, "Wooyoung has been going around telling everyone not to get too close to you."

Seonghwa grimaced his face as if he bit into something sour. "I think he already told me off thrice!"

You awkwardly smiled at them, as if it didn't bother you at all. On the inside, however, you were furious. Who did he think he was, that it gave him the right, to tell people to stay away from you?

You quickly said your goodbyes to the three and rushed off to confront Wooyoung. Once you reached his car and got inside you slammed the door shut.

"What's wrong? Did someone ruffle your hair?" He was laughing and reached out to try and dishevel your hair. He stopped laughing when you slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"Why are you going around, telling people to stay away from me?" You didn't waste any time and came straight to the point.

"Who told you this?"

"It doesn't matter who told me! Why did you do it?"

He seriously had the audacity to not answer you, he instead started the car and started driving. "Why. Did. You. Do it?!" You repeated a bit more aggressively.

"Because they're not good for you! I just-"

Hearing him say such nonsense almost made you speechless, but only almost. "And why do you think you could decide that for me?"

He didn't answer you again but you saw how his grip tightened around the steering wheel. You had a hunch about why he did it and you didn't like that idea one bit. You stopped pushing him for an answer, but the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. But still, you didn't want to hear his answer because you knew that you wouldn't like it.

You were tempted to tell him to leave you alone, but the thought of staying home alone terrified you. You couldn't ask Mingi or Jongho since you really wanted them to enjoy the party and Yunho wasn't an option because he would drive you insane.

The tension and awkwardness wouldn't disappear the whole day. You didn't talk a lot and honestly, it didn't bother you at all. In the evening you decided to watch a slasher movie, the two of you sat on the couch with a good amount of distance between you.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Wooyoung excused himself at one point, which you acknowledge with a short mumbled okay.

With him gone you were finally able to relax a bit, your eyes were glued to the screen you've watched this movie before and now the best scene came on. You heard a rustle from behind you, announcing Wooyoung's return, which also meant the return of your tension. After a few seconds, you wondered why he wasn't sitting back down, in fact, you didn't hear him walk somewhere else either.

You turned your head to see what he was doing. But behind you wasn't Wooyoung instead you saw a person dressed in a black cloak and with a scream mask covering their face. You froze and stared at them it lasted for what felt like minutes, in reality, however it was just a few seconds until the person started to walk toward you.

Your body reacted without thinking, you jumped up and ran towards the kitchen so you could escape through the back door. Funnily enough, the character in the movie did the same as you.

You tried to unlock the door but you didn't have enough time. Your hands were shaking while fidgeting with the lock, and on top of that you couldn't properly see it, the only source of light was the dim light of the movie that was still playing in the living room.

You decided to change your plan and get a knife instead, you knew where the knife block was standing and you didn't need any light to find it. When your fingers finally touched the metallic hilt of the knife the light's turned on.

The stranger's gloved hand was still on the light switch when you turned around to face them. Your eyes were drawn to the glint that was coming from the same hand, they had a knife too. Adrenaline was rushing through your body while you watched the stranger.

You were ready to fight, but they just stood there in the doorway with their head cocked to the side, staring at you. "Get out of my house!" It was nothing more than a breath, you weren't sure if they were able to hear what you were saying. It didn't matter anyway. The person stopped staring at you and finally moved towards you again.

You clenched your hand around the knife. You could've yelled for Wooyoung to help you, but it completely slipped your mind that he was in the house too. It was within the blink of an eye that they were standing in front of you.

The stranger grabbed the wrist of your hand that was holding the knife, you tried to pull away but it was no use. They twisted it, forcing you to drop your weapon. You saw how they raised their own knife, but you were able to catch their wrist with your free hand before the metal could make contact with the skin of your neck.

You struggled to keep it away and you would have lost if it wasn't for you raising your knee and striking them in their crotch. The force disappeared and they toppled over while groaning in pain, their voice gave away that the person under the mask was a man.

You ran towards the living room, now you had the chance to escape through the front door. However, the stranger recovered quickly and was bolting after you, shattering your hopes of escape. You weren't even able to get into the living room, he caught you by the doorframe and pulled you back into the kitchen. With the short glance you had at the TV you saw that the movie was still playing, reminding you that Wooyoung was still there too.

You ran behind the kitchen aisle trying to gain as much distance as possible while you yelled Wooyoung's name over and over again, screaming for him to help you, but nothing. He didn't come nor did he answer your calls.

Your attacker hopped onto the aisle and landed on your side of it. Running away wasn't an option since he swiftly caught you by your hair to pull you back to him. He pushed you against the counter and you found yourself where you started, the difference was that this time you weren't able to hit him with your knee again. He stopped this from being an option by pushing his body between your legs.

You tried to fight back by hitting and scratching him, but since you had no experience in fighting and no space to move freely, it did little to no damage.

His chuckle made you eventually stop, trying to fight him. The sound was muffled by the mask but you still recognized it. You stared at the mask before you raised your hand to remove it. He didn't try to stop you.

Now it wasn't the mask looking back at you but Wooyoung. Anger rose inside of you, in an intensity you have never felt before. "What is wrong with you?!" Your voice was cracking while you screamed at him. "Do you think this is a joke? I thought I was going to die!"

Wooyoung didn't react, you expected him to smile and laugh, saying that it was just a joke and that you should calm down, but he did nothing of it. Instead, he held the knife against your neck, his eyes were empty while doing so. "What are you doing," you whispered. A lump formed inside your throat, which no matter how often you tried to swallow it, wouldn't go away. You realized that Yunho was right, Wooyoung was the killer.

"Don't worry," he said as if that was going to calm you down, if anything this unnerved you even more. "Remember? I could never let my favorite friend die. But apparently, I do have to teach you a lesson."

Teach you a lesson? For what? You tried to think about what you could've done but nothing came to mind. "No don't look at me like that, you know exactly what you did," he hissed when he saw how confused you were.

"A quick reminder maybe? Yeosang, Yeonjun, and apparently the next one is San, huh?" He bit his lip in annoyance when you still didn't get it. "You choose everyone, literally everyone over me! I was in love with you ever since we first met, yet you never looked at me!"

He kept talking faster, his breath becoming erratic with his chest raising heavily. "I try to do everything for you! I drive you everywhere you want, buy you the food that you like, and comfort you when you're having a tough time, yet it's never enough! Hell, it bet you would even consider that moron Mingi over me!"

You felt nauseous listening to him talk while he was still holding that kitchen knife against your throat, but you had to be calm now. Maybe you could calm him down enough to escape. "Wooyoung, how was I supposed to know that you like me? You flirt with everything and everyone that crosses your path, I thought you treated me like everyone else!" You took a deep breath and carefully thought about your next words before you continued, "I always thought you had no interest in me if I knew I..."

Wooyoung slightly lowered the knife. "If you knew what? That I liked you?" He scoffed. "You and I both know damn well that I made it more than obvious."

He was right. You always knew that Wooyoung liked you and it became especially apparent when you were in a relationship. You noticed how Wooyoung distanced himself from you, every time you had a boyfriend. And as soon as you broke up he came back into your life, with his first question being, "Are you okay?"

You were hurt when he distanced himself the first time and annoyed the second time. You told yourself that you wouldn't take him back as a friend, but you were down from your breakup and really appreciated him asking how you were doing and bringing snacks so you two could have a movie night to distract you.

Obviously, you liked Wooyoung, even though he often annoyed you, but never in a romantic kind of way. He was more like a brother to you, cliché, you know but that's just how you felt.

"Well obviously you didn't," you snapped, just to immediately regret it as you saw how Wooyoung dangerously narrowed his eyes. "I mean if I knew, I would have told you that I liked you too!"

"Don't fucking lie to me!" He yelled. The sudden raise of his voice made you flinch. "Do you think I'm stupid? I know you don't love-"

You interrupted him and yelled back, "But it's the truth! I do love you Wooyoung, what do you want me to do to prove it?!" It was a risk to raise your voice at him in this situation, but at the same time, it might help you come across as sincere.

To your surprise, he threw his head back and laughed. He bit his lip and looked at you when he calmed down, his eyes were sparkling in amusement while traveling down to your mouth and back up to meet your eyes again. You knew what was coming even before he said it. "You want to prove it? Then kiss me!"

You tried to subtly take a deep breath before you put your lips on his. It was awkward, while he was moving his lips against yours, you were just frozen. You couldn't believe what you were doing. It wasn't until he bit your lower lip that you finally kissed him back.

You felt guilty, kissing him. To you, it felt like you were disrespecting the lifes of the girls he took. It was like you were in a trance, just doing what you had to, to keep him calm. But then you felt Wooyoung's hand creep under your shirt. The feeling of his gloved hand against the warm skin of your stomach sent a jolt through your body and ripped you out of your trance-like state. You caught his wrist before he could trail up any further. "Stop," you whispered against his lips when he pulled back to look at you.

A lazy smirk formed on his lips as he whispered back, "It's okay, we'll have enough time for this in the future."

He took a few steps back and pulled you with him by your hand. He held you against him by your waist when he softly said, "I'll be going to the bathroom, for real this time."

"Wait!" You stopped him before he could leave, one particular question was burning on your tongue. "Why did you kill them?"

"They deserved it." And with that he was gone, leaving you in shock at his indifference. You truly never believed that he could do something like that. You felt betrayed.

You waited until you heard the click of the bathroom door before you ran into the living room to grab your phone. You quickly dialed the emergency number, but you didn't even get to hear the first ring, since the phone was ripped out of your hand.

The phone was flung across the room after he ended the call. Wooyoung placed his hand on your stomach and pulled you closer. Your back was pressed against his chest and his head was on your shoulder when he asked, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat. His other arm found its way around you too, he was basically hugging you from behind now. "Hm, tell me, do you think I'm stupid," he asked again when you didn't answer him, his voice was coated with false sweetness.

You slowly shook your head, it was as if someone glued your mouth shut, no word wanted to come out, no matter how hard you tried. "No? Then why did you think that this would work?" His voice was barely above a whisper as if he was too lazy to talk.

Still, no answer came out of you. You heard his soft chuckle right by your ear before he suddenly planted a kiss on your neck. "You'll do as I say now," he mumbled against your skin and kissed you again

The feeling of disgust took over you, every cell of your body wanted to escape his touch, but you didn't dare to tell him to stop. "Go and pack some clothes, we're leaving."

Why? Where are we going? Questions were floating around in your head, but you didn't voice out any of them. Instead, you wanted to get away from him as fast as possible. You were about to go past him when his voice stopped you. "By the way, if you want to run away that's fine, but then I'll kill San."

"What-," the hell, is what you wanted to say but he cut you off.

"Or maybe Mingi, if San doesn't convince you." He huffed and furrowed his brows in thought. "But your parents are an option too, of course!"

Wooyoung glanced at you and asked, "You get the message, right?

You nodded. You would've gotten his message without him threatening to kill the people close to you too. "I'm not going to try anything!"

He smiled and pat your head. "Of course you won't."

After he finally let you go, you rushed up the stairs to your room. Letting Wooyoung wait seemed like a bad idea, so you swiftly stuffed some clothes into a big bag and went downstairs again.

Wooyoung was already waiting by the front door, he was staring down at his phone and typing away quickly. Strands of his black hair were covering his eyes, but he brushed it away when he heard you approach him.

"Let's go." It was as if he was in a hurry to get away since he opened the door and pushed you out by the small of your back. Everything about this felt surreal to you. One of your closest and longest friends was not only a Killer but was now also abducting you.

A black car that you didn't recognize was already standing in front of your house, and Wooyoung kept pushing you toward it. You couldn't see the driver through the dark, only a dark silhouette sitting in the driver's seat. But once you sat in the car you recognized him. "Jongho?!" Your eyes widened in shock, was he in on this? "What are you doing here?!"

He didn't get to answer you because Wooyoung got in on the passenger seat. The door was barely closed when Jongho started to drive. "Did you take care of Yunho?" Wooyoung was fastening his seat belt while asking.

Jongho stiffly nodded as an answer, you saw how his knuckles turned white with how hard he gripped the wheel. Wooyoung leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "Good."

"What do you mean by taking care of Yunho," you asked, a bad feeling settled in your stomach. Neither of them answered you, it made you want to rip your hair out in frustration. If there was anything you couldn't stand then it was people ignoring your questions, but you weren't exactly in a position where you could demand an answer.

You stared out of the window and helplessly watched how they took you further away from your home, your family, and your friends. Eventually, you even left your small town behind.

"Does Jongho even have a license?" You mumbled your thought out loud and didn't expect an answer.

To your surprise Wooyoung turned his head to look at you, he smiled when he said, "Don't worry, I taught him."

Great. That wasn't reassuring at all.

[glacial-snowflakes]

Freak // Eddie Munson x Y/N

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Wheeler!reader

Word count: 1,09k

Summary: Being tired with the way you're boyfriend is treated force you to take action.

WARNINGS: some swear words, minor spoilers

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. It’s really motivating <3

Some people are like open books, but not Eddie Munson, no. His heart was wrapped with a thick chain secured with a padlock, and only a few individuals had a key to it. You, obviously, were one of them - Y/N Wheeler, this year's graduate and a dear girlfriend of his. 

Eddie never liked to brag about his personal life, so not many actually knew you two were in a relationship. You were his greatest secret that he promised himself to take to the grave with him. Well... Maybe not that dramatic, but he persistently tried to keep nosy students away from your love. Number one of the reasons was his not-so-saint reputation, and he didn't want you to become a target of snarky remarks. Though he'd managed to succeed for quite a time, it all collapsed in a blink of an eye. But that wasn't his fault...

*

"Enjoy your meal, dear." 

You've heard the kind voice of a cafeteria worker as you got your last piece of lunch placed on your tray. You thanked her with a smile and immediately headed down to the table you'd sat at from the first day of school. Your friends were already there, gossiping about the last basketball match. 

"Y/N, what do you think?" Vickie asked you as soon as you squeezed between her and Robin.

"About what?"

"Yesterday's Jason speech."

"And his gooey love confession? Or using a tragedy to encourage the team to win a game? Because the first one made me want to vomit, and the second made me almost rip my ears out. Fucked up." You poked a hole in a juice with a straw. 

"So you share our views." They laughed.

"The devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned." A familiar voice reached your ears and caught your attention as you were about to take a mouthful of a bun. Like magic, a broader but still subtle smile appeared on your face. You completely zoned out from conversation by your table. Instead, you focused on an article that your boyfriend read aloud to Hellfire Club's members.

"Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even... murder!" 

Eddie's laugh was enough to turn your head towards his group. You noticed your brother sitting by the table with Dustin. He gave you a look that said, "get lost, sis.". We'll see who'll give you a ride to the arcade next time you ask. You thought to yourself and stuck your tongue out. You'd probably make some faces to each other if not your boyfriend, who suddenly got on the table and distracted you from the teasing.

"We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But as long as you're into band... or science... or parties... or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets-" 

"You want something, freak?" Jason instantly stood up, taking a few steps toward Eddie. Oh boy, the troubles begin.

Now everyone was watching the two of them. As you predicted, Munson didn't give any shit. He raised his hands to make devil horns on his head, spluttering with his tongue stuck out from his mouth.

"Prick," Carver said before heading to his seat.

And before you could even think about anything, words shot out from you like your lips were the rifle aimed at your biggest enemy. "Oh, fuck off!" All eyes were on you now, whether you liked it or not. There was no way out, so instead of running away like a coward, you got up from the chair you'd been sitting on and faced Jason.

"What did you say?" The team captain looked at you.

"Don't act like you didn't understand. Stop saying shit about Eddie." 

"Or what?" Jason got closer to you. Sudden chairs' movements were heard, and all the Hellfire Club got up like they were about to have your back. A loud thud meant Munson jumped off the table.

"Y/N-" Eddie tried to catch your attention, but you waved at him to make him stop.

"What "or what"? Do you think I'm threatening you? I'm not that stupid. Don't be a dick and fuck off from Eddie, that's all."

"I think you actually are dumb, Wheeler." You extended your arm to stop your boyfriend and brother from rushing to Jason. "He IS crazy."

You glanced at Eddie, who looked angry, ready to fight for the woman he loved. For a moment, you thought he acted foolishly. Not him wanting to protect you but being willing to throw hands, knowing well that the whole basketball team would beat the shit out of him. That's when you realized...

"You know what?" Your eyes went back to Jason. "You're right. He is crazy... But in a good way. This is what makes him so attractive. Not that you can relate. You, Jason Carver, are like a poorly written character that is so perfectly boring. A golden boy without any flaw that thinks of himself as the best. In fact, your personality is dull, blank... And, honestly? Listening to you makes everyone want to puke their guts out." Students burst into laughter. "Without further due, leave my boyfriend alone and get lost because now my lunch is cold because of you."

The word boyfriend traveled from mouth to mouth like a ping pong ball bouncing back to back during an intense match. To be frank, you couldn't care less. You were finally free. There was no need to hide anymore. Whether Eddie liked that or not, it doesn't matter to you. 

You kept your eyes on Jason, not letting him win this fight. You were done with the way he treated someone so important to you, someone, you loved so dearly. 

"Y/N." A quiet whisper rang into your ear when the arms wrapped around your waist. Munson pulled you away because he knew you. You wouldn't back down so easily. "For someone who doesn't like to make scenes, that was quite a spectacular one." You could feel Eddie's lips brushing your ear.

"I told you, there was no need to hide our relationship. I can protect us both." 

Your boyfriend chuckled. "You're right. I was stupid."

"No, I'd say you were crazy." A broad grin crept onto your face.

"Crazily in love with you." Eddie winked, trying to sound as cute as he could.

"Ew, Munson. That's gross."

"Ew, Wheeler. You're right."

tag: @eddie-munsons-sweetheart @eddieemunson @beauty-in-the-brkdwn @dragon-ash13 @notafinalgirl

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𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗫. (series)

( 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀…) 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐗 ― 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵 ❝Trust a fairy and she will never betray you❞ main masterlist

○○○ 𝗬/𝗡 𝗡𝗬𝗫 was born on the magical dimension's planet Iris as the second child of the royal family, earning her the title Princess of Iris. Her father was attempting to force her into an arranged marriage because he was concerned that her power and beauty would lead to a war for her love between people in their kingdom. She, on the other hand, refused, much to his displeasure. The "Irisian War" began, and everyone in the kingdom was divided; some were on their side, while others were not. Nobody won or lost the war, and many people died as a result.

○○○ 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 the war, her brother Blaze was banished to Oblivion, and her parents were murdered. For a long time, the magical council deliberated on what should happen to her and the kingdom. The council declared her a war criminal since she was a participant and the trigger for the outbreak of the Irisian war. They decided to send her to another planet. A Regent was assigned to rule over the kingdom of Iris. Once she arrived on Earth, S.H.I.E.L.D, Nick Fury, and Phil Coulson were assigned to keep an eye on her.

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ― 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 - 1 2 3 4 5

★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

❝I have unfinished business with him as well, so you both can get in line behind 𝗺𝗲❞

in which you have nothing better to do so you agree to join a group of dysfunctional superhero's.

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 ― 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 1 ★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

❝So you want us to help you find your homicidal best friend? 𝗖𝗼𝗼𝗹!❞

in which you have nothing better to do again so you help your best friend look for his homicidal ex-bestfriend?

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 ― 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍 ★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

❝I think we should all blame this on 𝗧𝗼𝗻𝘆❞

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 ― 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐑 ★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

❝This isn't goodbye, you 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄❞

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 ― 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑 ★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

❝We've lost enough friends today, I'm not losing you 𝘁𝗼𝗼!❞

𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗫 ― 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

❝No one else understands me, but you do, you always 𝗱𝗼❞

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!

○○○ slowburn, Strong language, homophobia, anxiety and depression, death, alcohol abuse, sexual/suggestive content, and descriptive content such as violence, blood, and gore will all be present in this story. The characters' actions do not reflect my actual values or anything I agree with. Please keep this in mind and don't think I'm endorsing or encouraging these actions or behaviors.

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

○○○ Copyright ⓒ 2022 / All Rights Reserved. This work may not be duplicated, translated, or copied in any way. Please do not steal.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑!

○○○ I do not own Natasha Romanoff or any of the MCU's characters, plots, or speech. However, I own y/n, her past, the plot, and any other characters that aren't part of the MCU.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒!

○○○ Unless so stated, all of the graphics in the series were made by myself. Please don't try to steal or plagiarize my story or the graphics.

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What Horrible News | TodoWifeAu

Yandere Todoroki x Pregnant Wife Reader

A/n: Plz read the first one this is gonna be mad confusing if you don't

This one's a bit shorter but I can guarantee that the next part will come soon

🖤🖤🖤🖤

⚠[Warning: Yandere behavior and mindsets, obsessive parents, family issues, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of sex, sexual harassment, and refrences molestation]⚠

"Oh that's absolutely wonderful!!" Fuyumi slurped, giddily jumping up from her seat. She bent uncomfortably close to your face; you were practically choking on the crazy from this girl.

"You'll look so sexy with your belly all round and taut! Ah!" Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. "I can't handle it! Everything about you is gonna be bigger! Ah even your ti-" her spiel was interrupted by none other than the biting spread of ice sticking on her face, courtesy of your husband.

"You lucky dog, bet you stuff that little belly every night." As if his presence was missed the former villain returned to the top of the table. You could feel the heat on your left and you believed it was warranted. As if in rivaled succession you could see the frost creep on the opposite side of the table. You hesitantly looked at your mother-in-laws face and it was horrifying. Her face scrunched in absolute rage, a more horrifying version of the one you saw Shoto pull during the sports festival. Rei looked as if she was gearing up to throw something but her husband's large hands clenching on the table were warning enough.

"(L/n)-chan we're happy to hear that, do you know when your due?"

"It's a little to early to say."

"Well I'd be more than proud to supply anything you'd need during this time."

"No thanks. We are doing just fine." Your husband interjects. Unlike his sister and eldest brother who were very vocal about their 'affections' his father wasn't, and that worried you both. He used to be so disgusted with you and he didn't hide it. It wasn't until after you worked with him to defeat a villain that had the ability to be fire resistant. They had cornered the veteran hero in a biological trap making Enji's quirk completely useless. This villain's motif was being the perfect antithesis to the former number one hero. Despite his countless insults, threats, and just being rude you wouldn't allow him to die. Your quirk: enhance did exactly that, enhancing anything you wish. In this case you enhanced your ability to persuade, encouraging the villain to no longer want to hurt people and promptly turn themselves in. Or when he was once again targeted at a resort you were on call and enhanced your strength in order to help Shoto fight.

Even after his formal apology and over a thousands of gifts in yen, from a wishlist of yours that he mysteriously acquired, he start acting strange. As Shoto pointed out after your second time rescuing his father, "It's like he's speaking about something in another language." It was constantly like this. where he said things that you were sure had a double meaning but you didn't know what the second meaning was.

At your husband's discretion you both just decided to ignore him which was hard to do when you were guests in his house. "Well just know that whenever you need we'll be happy to help." Enji twisted his face to show his teeth. He looked like he was having an aneurysm.

Was he trying to smile?

Your husband cringed lightly tugging your hand, he was ready to leave. Well you were ready the moment you walked in; without another word you both sprang up and booked it to the door. You did what you planned to do so now it was time to leave. As you were running you could hear the pounding of at least three other pairs running behind you. Forgive me, Hero's Association, Shoto. You enhanced your speed running past your husband to the van which was waiting as you had asked your driver to.

"Miss do you still want that order of fries from McDonalds?"

You sat safe in the car watching your husband get tackled by Dabi and Natsuo who were very seriously trying to hold him down. "Yes please!" You reach through the front window to receive your bucket of fries as Rei came out to join the fray. You stuffed your face as you could see your husband fight off his family through the tinted window like a movie.

"Fwanks Eddie"

"Of course Miss"

It took at most thirty minutes of your husband fighting with his family to make it to the door of the car only to abruptly stop as he leaves the window view. He returns again dragging his ice encased sister onto the pile of his knocked out family.

"Fry?"

"Thanks."

Telling Eddie to head home was the finality of this horrendous occasion now all that was left was your family.

Next Chapter➡

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

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Always There - Chapter Fifteen: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Umbridge, Fudge, Harry is a little shit, swearing, not proofread

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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Author's Note: I know this is short but I couldn't think of anything else to write for this chapter, once it gets closer to Dumbldore's Army, I will go back to writing longer chapters.

Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 806

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It was the day of her observation, to say she was anxious would be an understatement. Y/N had woken up early and skipped breakfast just so she could focus on getting the greenhouses cleaned up and organized before Umbridge had entered her classroom. As her first class filed in, so did Umbridge, still clad in pink. She was carrying a little notebook and a quill so she could write down things about the teachers.

“Professor Potter, how long have you been in this position?” Umbridge asked.

“I’ve been a professor for five years but I was Professor Sprout’s assistant for nearly ten,” Y/N responded gracefully.

“And you are in an intimate relationship with Professor Snape, is that correct?”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with you but yes, we’re in a relationship, have been for a while now.”

“How has the death of your brother affected you as a teacher?”

“Why are you asking personal questions like this? My brother died 15 years ago, not 15 hours ago,” Y/N retaliated back.

“Defensive. Do you favor students, like your nephew and his friends perhaps?”

“No, my nephew has failed assignments in my class before, as has Ron. I do not favor any student in my classroom.”

“Interesting. I shall sit in the back to observe your lesson.”

Y/N went on with teaching as she usually did, Umbridge watching her like a hawk. She treated Umbridge like any other student. She was demonstrating to her 6th years the proper way to handle wolfsbane but not risking having the students try yet. It was merely a demonstration for the students to be learning, it was one of her NEWT classes so they were more trusted to handle more dangerous plants. At the end of her lesson, Umbridge approached her with the observation.

“Although I believe that your behavior yesterday was highly unprofessional, you are a good teacher. You will stay on as Herbology professor but you act as you did yesterday, I will not hesitate to sack you,” Umbridge explained.

“Thank you professor Umbridge. I apologize for my behavior yesterday, you are right, it was highly unprofessional, I shouldn’t have shouted,”Y/N replied, playing into the woman’s game.

“I appreciate your apology, professor.” With that, the pink toad had left her classroom. Y/N waited a few moments before rushing to the dungeons to go tell Severus what had happened. By the time she got there, Umbridge was waiting out in the hall before it was time for classes to begin for the next hour. She rushed past the woman and straight to her partner who was surprised to see her.

“Hello, love. How did the observation go?” Severus asked.

“I get to keep my job! I mean I am on thin ice but she thought I was a good teacher!” She told him happily. Severus pulled her in for a tight embrace, kissing the top of her head and rocking them side to side.

“I’m happy for you love. Now go before the next hour begins. We will celebrate tonight if all goes well,” He told her with a smile on his face. She kissed his lips before happily skipping out of the room as his students began to file in. He chuckled to himself before returning to his desk, waiting for the rest of his students to enter and before the start of his observation. He knew he’d get a pass but he was still slightly nervous. However, Y/N was happily teaching her first years how to properly care for dittany and the usual properties of the plant.

As the end of classes for the day approached, her happiness hadn’t worn off yet. She was cleaning up her classroom after some messy second years, Harry had entered the room to hear his aunt humming as she cleaned. “Aunt Y/N? Can I talk to you?” She turned around to look at her nephew, a smile gracing her face.

“Of course my love. Come sit, do you want some tea?” She told him.

“No thanks,” Harry replied as he sat on a stool beside his aunt, “I want to apologize for what I said the other day. I get it, you’re just trying to protect me and keep me safe and I was out of line saying that to you. You are my family, you always will be, no matter what.”

“Thank you for apologizing, Harry. I understand why you said it but, you need to start thinking before you speak when you’re upset. Words can do just as much damage as your hands or a spell.” She motioned him for a hug which he gladly accepted. She finally felt like everything was falling into place, that everything was working itself out, that she was finally going to be okay.

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So Far.

Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, Angst, hybrid au!.

Summary: ❝He should make sure you never had the sole thought of having a chance to escape him. Obviously you couldn't do it with your swollen belly with his son, right? ❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, harassment/mild stalking, humiliation, implicit murder, mention of suicide, shark hybrid!Jungkook, death threats, mating/breeding season, fear, is it cannibalism if it is a human eating hybrid?, Sexual relations dubc*n/nonc*n near the end very slightly created let me go:(, explicit creampie, oral sex (male and female receiving), forced pregnancy, rough sex uhg!, regular dirty talk, reader feels very embarrassed by everything, light voyeurism (Jungkook spies on reader while changing), nonc*n touching, past story in Jungkook's life that I hope you understand, slapping, hitting, slightly broken reader, unprotected sex (don't do this), cruel and scary Jungkook.

Number of words: 6k+

Order made by: jeonsookyun♥ (on wattpad)

︙Author's note: This fic was a request that I received on wattpad, I really liked doing it. It's pretty dirty so... well I hope you enjoy it.

Read the warnings well, this fic is a bit dark due to the contrasts in the scenes and also Jungkook is crazy and I hate him, but I love him:)... By this I mean that maybe I lost a lot of things that are very important and that I did not put in the warnings.

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

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So far.

You could never explain what the sea made you feel, something so big and mysterious, carrying waves that crashed against your feet on the shore.

You used to sit in that same place for as long as you could remember, your parents liked to walk on the sand together and holding hands. Faithful admirers of the beautiful landscape of the sun hiding on the horizon with its last rays, giving a meaningful last goodbye until the next day. The black cloak of the night covered the entire sky, along with a call from your mother advising that it was time to go home, your body perked up when you woke up excited to run into her arms and tell her about what you saw in the crystal clear waters, hidden in its depths.

Now, with her sudden absence, you could only tell your thoughts to the sea that loomed proudly before you. Its devastatingly strong waves, that for a few seconds you thought about obeying your partner who warned you about the danger of angry water, in days like this it was better to just avoid it.

However, even after all that you couldn't help but be curious to explore his darker side. The rocks collided with the water with ferocious roars, fear did not invade you at any time while you took your most reliable board, raising your body on it with the certainty that you would return to shore soon and could go home, you swam to the perfect place with a smile. Your body swayed slightly, you were standing riding the wave chosen for you by the sea, the air of a sunny day on your face, your eyes fixed on the golden sand waiting for you.

Perhaps you did not remember the fear that suddenly came to you after falling into the water that at that moment seemed deadly cold, a storm approaching from the horizon where the sun could no longer be seen completely, its light just a flash of a memory. You were trying to survive, swimming between the storm and the unthinkable, you would probably die drowned in the immense waves that you used to like to challenge with your board in hand, you would smile along with your fellow surfers who encouraged you to join them. All that seemed to be left behind, being washed away like sand. Your lungs did not give more and your energy to fight was low, your arms began to tire in a few seconds until you fell unconscious by a new wave dragging your body hard against a reef, hitting your head and back repeatedly.

The pain of that moment was your most recent memory, your vision clouded by the light of the new day. It was in that place where you found yourself in confusion and fear, your arms covering your chest and stomach asking for food. You wondered how long you were unconscious, and how the same sea that condemned you to such an experience was capable of taking you safely to that island paradise. It was quite small compared to others that you had managed to visit with your friends, it seemed to be hidden and not far from your home, you would never be able to explain how you never saw it before, or because nobody spoke about it. Visually was very beautiful, her sand almost white and without signs of having been disturbed.

A distinctive noise in the waters near the shore caught your attention, a sudden fright made you stand up ready to scream. Naively thinking that a diver had managed to find you and would call for help. However, your face changed to an expression of total terror when you managed to see the unique fin of a shark rising between the water and the sand that it seemed to be removed by the animal, causing you to not be able to see it correctly. You go back, leaving him alone and looking for wood or something similar to be able to make a fire for the night, you hoped you would not be long in that heavenly place. Your feet left mark on your silent paths, sometimes stopping to take some fruits from the trees, they seemed too well cared for as to be so hidden, the doubt growing in your head if it was someone's private island. The answers to your questions were given by your own eyes, a small solitary cabin located possibly in the middle of the island, it seemed a little decayed and its wood began to deteriorate with time.

It must have been abandoned for years, you thought for a few seconds before choosing to bravely knock on the door.

The only song of the birds fluttering the vegetation confirmed that there was no one inside and that if you were completely alone in the gigantic surroundings, you touch again as a precaution. Your hand trembled when the rusty knob moved, with the noise of the door opening, screeching of wood and worn metal invaded you, the smell of damp and earth made you recoil in disgust. Inside it didn't seem to be any better, there was some small furniture in various places, a bed and curiously ... a baby crib. You internally thank the owners of that mysterious cabin for leaving blankets and canned food, as well as firewood and a light bulb, you tried the light that to your relief turned on, a solar panel outside caught your attention. Maybe it wasn't a house, just a resting place.

You would never believe that someone wanted to live so lonely. You joke in your thoughts that maybe a hermit or monster lived there, you try busy putting some order to the place. You sweep the floor as your last task, your head poked out of the door when you heard a noise and you quickly grabbed a knife hidden in one of the drawers under the bed.

It was just rain.

Your body relaxed, closing the door behind you. You set a fire in the small fireplace, beginning to warm up and fleeing the darkness of the night with the light from the spotlight, your arms covered your body with melancholy. Everyone would surely be looking for you on that cold night, or possibly they already left you for dead. You sob almost unexpectedly, with fury against yourself, you should never have tried to tame the untamed, the sea dragged you against loneliness and I punish you for your pride by challenging it.

Your body fell against the soft sheets, covering you with them from the freezing weather. Your warmth could make you fall asleep, your eyes closed wearily, without remembering to close the door as a precaution.

Unaware of the dangers of the mysterious and unknown place, you slept in peace.

Jungkook watched you for a few seconds, he had never seen a human so closely, your relaxed and beautiful face managed to attract his attention immediately. Maybe he should be angry, he thought, you were a stranger invading his territory and even more precious than that, his home. Your body moved unexpectedly, causing him to panic and recoil. Your hands came out from under the sheet to hug yourself and shiver, you were shivering with cold.

In a desperate act, I pulled out two blankets from his favorite drawer, hidden under his crib mattress, covered you until you stopped shaking. The heat seemed to comfort you, a slight smile touched your lips briefly, I wish I could see more of your beautiful expressions, his hands itched to touch you and feel the softness of your skin, the lightness of your hair, and how full it would feel if Someday you would hold him tight She imagined presenting herself to you, offering to stay with him and be his friend, forever.

You seemed very comfortable there, you even ordered her home that could now also be yours.

He sat down next to you with a sigh, his face dangerously and tantalizingly close to you, his lips an inch from touching. You opened your eyes, the light of the new day in your sight. You smile, but your happiness doesn't last long, the door was open.

Fearful you take the knife, ready to attack anyone who is a danger, you walk around without noticing anything strange. You wince, entering the safety of the cabin again, and this time you shut the door as tightly as you can. You open a can of beans, and surprisingly manage to find several bottles of water. The person or family that lived there had to come often, even so you try to take Io as little as possible, rationing everything for days, you only had food and water for three weeks. Later, you would die of hunger or thirst, or perhaps from some infection or bite of some deadly insect.

Your clothes began to be uncomfortable, you look around the corners until you find a fairly well-cared dress, and some shoes that accompanied it. You change in silence, putting your clothes aside and then looking for a place to wash them.

You walk out the door, still unsure of being able to be calm in that place alone and with many dangers.

Your feet always leaving footprints behind you, your eyes follow the emptiness of the crystal clear water, you expected to see a boat or sign of life but there is only water, water and much more water around you. A trembling sigh escapes your lips, you look down for a few seconds before seeing a small and curious necklace buried shallow in the sand, your hands took it trying to find the owner, the photo inside was that of a woman, the black and white colors highlighting her beautiful and delicate face. She was very beautiful, your fingers touched the gold of that mysterious necklace, you thought that the sea had brought it in its calm waves that morning. You keep it in a small pocket that the dress carried, continuing on your way and looking for more signs of life, you want to be able to see a boat or fishermen doing their usual day. But no, only the song of the birds accompanied you eternally, until the rain fell again from the now gray sky, a storm as deadly as the one that took you to that island was present.

You ran through the trees, scared that you could not find the cabin that was your temporary refuge, the waves of the sea rising without compassion for anyone. The dress that you found in perfect condition now stained with dirt and wet from the drops that fell like tears, your feet almost slipped in the infernal mud. You closed the door as soon as you managed to enter, your trembling lips and cold skin forced you to search among all the dusty things in the place. Your steps froze like your heart, which stopped beating for a few seconds, a knock on the door scared you notably while your breathing failed in advance to know who would be behind the door and those knocks. Your hand with the knife in it approached, you exhale before asking indecisively.

"Who is?!" You scream, waving the knife in warning. Although the person could not see it.

The person seemed to hesitate just like you, shyly returned the question "Hello?" His trembling voice approached the door, knocking again but more softly, "Does anyone live here? The storm made me fall off my ... Boat, I got lost and I swam to this island. Can you help me?" He was silent, until her now weaker voice whispered a little "please."

You shook your head, you couldn't help him because you were also looking for someone to help you. Tears accumulating in your eyes from the frustration of not being able to say "No" to him at once, you put yourself in his shoes thinking about how cold he must feel outside, he sure was hungry and scared like you. In a moment of pity, you removed the first safety, not without first warning him that you had a weapon and not to try anything. You opened the door slightly to see him, he was young just like you, he was shivering with cold just like you, he was scared just like you.

"Enters." You say harshly, letting me pass you by to close the door this time with all decision not to open it again for strangers. "Sorry, I didn't expect to have visitors so soon."

He face showed how nervous he was, instinctively you took a sheet from the bed to give it to her with a small smile, he quickly accepted it by wrapping herself in it. Both remain silent, sometimes crossing glances and communicating without words, you were curious to know where he came from or why he seemed calmer now, perhaps like you he missed his home but preferred to keep it internally and for himself.

They had spent several days together, sometimes separated or too close together, his name properly told you on a dark night, when both were lying in the bed they shared when there was no other, Jungkook was his almost silent whisper, I look at you for what It seemed like an eternity until you fell asleep. It felt strange to be so far away in that narrow place, his body approached yours looking to feel you for a few seconds, his arms surrounded you knowing that you could wake up at any moment and probably see the pleasure he felt from being able to touch you. The lovely smell of your hair invading his mind, his erection jerking in his pants as his hands ambitiously reached down so he could grab your ass to smash his cock against you, his rapid breathing and moans being silenced by the pillow beneath him. He could still remember the first night, the one where you had no choice but to change in front of him, your flushed face gently asking him to turn around in a vague attempt to preserve your modesty. I accept, giving you a simple nod, you would never know that his eyes were constantly glued to your back as you changed as fast as you could.

Maybe he felt bad for abusing your trust, at no point did you turn your head to confirm that he wasn't looking at you, you just continued until you could give a short confirmation that you were ready.

He remembered every detail of you.

Your eyes widen, the sunlight coming through the open door with suspicion, you wake up so hurried and worried to look for Jungkook who was not by your side. He would never leave without warning you, you knew him perfectly, your legs seemed weaker with each day you spent on that island, you had also begun to wake up with your wet crotch, your excitement sliding between your thighs while you tried every morning to clean it before it Jungkook managed to notice. You thought you might have had some suggestive or pleasant dream, but that possibility seemed less and less possible as the days passed.

You walked out of the cabin, calling his name in fear that something bad had happened. His face appeared before you unexpectedly from among the abundant trees, he seemed much more serious than normal. And it was terrifying.

"Hey, where did you go?" You ask with a small grimace, your heart still pounding in your chest. Jungkook seemed to be quieter than a predator hunting defenseless prey.

His dark eyes surrounded you until you felt intimidated, you walk away noticing how close they seemed to be to each other. However, he approached again, taking steps towards you with the same hard gaze.

"Kook?" You whispered, your lips now the tempting fruit of sin. I sickly wished I could kiss you so hard and take your breath away with the brush of his lips.

"I-I'm sorry, I went looking for fruits..." he replied, with a sigh.

You nod, expecting to see the fruit he was supposed to bring, but instead in his hand were two fish hanging on a fishing line. Before you could ask, he was already telling you about his little adventure.

"I found a boat on the shore ... I suppose its owner lost it." He shrugged, starting to light the firewood outside the cabin to cook the fish. "No matter-..."

"What? Of course... II..." Tears began to fall from your eyes unexpectedly, thinking of finally leaving that infernal island. You sobbed, wiping your face and letting Jungkook hug you, his face showing his concern. "Kook... we'll go home!"

"To home?" I mutter puzzled.

"Yes! Where is the ship? We can use it to-..."

"Not."

Your face froze, "What do you mean?"

"T-the ship is ... destroyed" he smiled, almost mockingly seeing your disappointed face. "I could only find these fish there."

"I-okay ..." You whisper, your voice weak and a stifled sob. Your hands cover you, a chill suddenly reaching your body.

Although your face managed to show a small fake smile, that same night you spent hours crying under the sheets next to him. I try to get closer to you to comfort you in his arms, but you always pushed away insisting that you were okay. That everything was damn fine. Despite being physically and mentally tired, hurt and lonely, she was fine.

His eyes were always fixed on your empty face when you seemed to have lost hope in getting out or running away from him. He simply couldn't help but feel happy about your state... Broken. You seemed to be surrendered and it was so exquisite to the sickness of him, perhaps it was selfish or disgusting how he enjoyed using your mind blinded by sadness to approach you with cunning, seeking affection in your vulnerable state. He sweet words confused you.

Seeing you every morning dressed in the old clothes of her mother was beautiful in endearing aspects, your angelic and confused face reminded her so much of her. He could never know for sure why she decided one day to sink into the depths of the sea and abandon it to her fate at thirteen years old. Perhaps it was because of her deteriorated mental state, which made her fear everything, even her own son. Years later, she was able to find her thoughts written on yellowed paper over the years, the ink almost invisible but still readable and paranoid in her texts.

"Today on a day like the previous one I am still scared ... Oh! God forbid I live eternally grateful for not dying at the hands of my beloved son. Jungkook, my little one, for whom I left everything behind so as not to see him suffer in cruelty of society that condemns the different and new. Now I am afraid to sleep next to him, I heard some stories and studied enough to know marine animals, I am terrified to think of my child going through the times of reproduction of his animal part . Will he be able to control that abomination? I am afraid. Taking care of him was my greatest achievement but now fleeing from him will be my salvation.

I will not fall into the condemnation of the flames of hell burning my soul forever when he is able to try to take me with force and contempt for me."

He burned every page and sheet he could find, angry and humiliated. He never thought of being so repulsed by her, her progenitor and beloved first friend, she was with him for years. Until in a cowardly act, he fled at the hands of death. He thought frankly that if she hadn't killed herself so unexpectedly, he would have gladly put her hands on her neck and choked her if he ever didn't allow her to be by your side. Nor would he feel remorse for that.

Now, in his present he could only wait for you to fall further into your inert state. Every night, he hoped to see you sleep as peacefully as the first time, he could stare at you for hours and he wouldn't tire of your beautiful, perfect unconscious face lying in his bed.

If you had been smarter and less trusting, you could have followed him to her hiding place on the shore. The blood of his last victim stained on the sand that would soon be carried by the sea as a mere memory, it was a poor fisherman who had the tragic idea of ​​invading his territory and his safe home with you. He couldn't help but feel furious at the thought of that man helping you to escape from him and his eternal love for you, it was that same anger that perhaps forced him to slaughter the poor idiot and have a delicious feast with his corpse.

Years had passed since he returned to eating human flesh.

His mother let him go to the waters of the sea to ward off fishermen and boats, in an unforeseen act he attacked a pair of divers who tried to escape. He couldn't let them go. He just thought of all those stories his mother used to tell him about humans, how they killed and burned people like him. The woman begged him for mercy when he led them to shore, ready to commit their next crime, she seemed so scared when she couldn't even sigh and her boyfriend was already bleeding to death, she begged him to spare his life and solemnly swears that he would not tell anyone that he had seen it.

Even after all those minutes of tears, he could only strangle his neck.

He remembers burying her in a remote area of ​​the island so that his mother would not suspect, he slightly freed himself from a sentence in hell. Although he knew that anyway after death, he waited for an eternity next to his mother in incessant flames as she used to say that she touched the damned who went against the goodness of God.

Blasphemy.

"You ... do you miss someone right now?" Your voice came from the depths of you, with the same vulnerability and sadness as always.

He hum, without answering you or giving you an accurate confirmation. Your eyes lost looking at the flame of the campfire that they had improvised on another rainy day, a soft tear slipping down your cheek and falling directly into the fire that was not affected in the least, it vaguely reminded you of Jungkook, he did not seem to be affected for nothing, despite spending days with you on that invisible island, which was lost on the maps with magic.

"And you? Do you miss someone?"

You lowered your gaze for a few seconds, "Maybe ... but if I'm going to stay in this damn place forever, I'd better forget them." Your body crouched on the floor got up, ready to sleep and forget you asked in the first place. It would be better to forget. "Good night, kook."

Your body fell on the sheets, with a sigh and closing your eyes. You couldn't even remember your dreams or nightmares, not when you again witnessed the darkness of the night before you. A tickle distracted you, your gaze quickly lowered only to realize that you were naked, you tried to cover your exposed chest with the bed sheet but a growl stopped you, almost like a lethal warning of what you should never do.

Trying to cover yourself with him was a sin in his world.

Jungkook watched you for a few seconds, still leaving soft kisses on your exposed stomach as well as your entire body, his hands touching your soft hips and leaving finger marks. So familiar. He had gone years without a partner, his breeding seasons were torturous, even more so for a lonely male like him who could do nothing but masturbate day after day for the entire period, which seemed longer with each passing year, his part Human achieved almost powerless control of her attacks of go by not being able to free herself completely, she would never do it if she could not find a partner who was willing to her total domination.

But now, you were there. He stared at you, his hands never moved away from your hips to prevent you from letting go or escaping from him, your eyes were wide with fear and you were completely paralyzed, unable to do anything but take a deep breath.

The pain from his grip was unbearable, a groan of pain came from your lips so beautiful. Everything about you was as beautiful as spring, your eyes, your hair, your lips or even your expressions, in all your ways you were perfect for him.

It didn't matter if you knew it or not, he could take you and claim you as his because it was you who invaded his home in the first place.

"K-kook?" The courage you thought you had long ago vanished in those moments, your hands trying not to move to try to cover you. You knew it bothered him the first time you tried, so you could only pray that he was reasonable and he will let you go.

"Hm?" He concluded without paying attention to your calls, his fingers tracing small figures on your bare stomach. A smile played on his lips and for the first time in your life, you felt the horror of thinking that your eyesight failed you and that what you were seeing was an illusion.

His teeth... They looked like knives or knives, your head was totally blocked without being able to have the proper reaction. Maybe yelling would be appropriate, but that would only make things worse and you were in no position to risk dying at his hands.

You didn't want to do it either.

"Please ... don't do this," your pleas went on deaf ears. With that same sinister smile, his body rose above yours, which was quite a bit smaller in size.

He was still dressed, his ice cold hands touching your dry cheeks. You weren't crying and he could only feel a little disappointed, "I can ... And you know? I will," he scoffed leaving a short kiss on your trembling lips. "You better not try anything, darling. If you run away ... better find a good hiding place, although it will be useless because I know every part of this island and every fucking hole where you will try to hide," he gave a funny but graceless laugh. "In the end, I will find you and you will wish you drowned in the damn sea instead of falling here because I will hurt you so much that you will not believe that you are still alive."

His threats were so intimidating that they only made you wonder if you really wished you were alive now, escaping was not in your calculations right now. Your mind was in a trance for a few seconds, just staring at the ceiling hoping it was a bad dream, a nightmare or worse. However, you were pulled into reality with his lips leaving kisses down your neck.

"Your skin is so soft darling ... So light it wouldn't be difficult to rip it off you," her sinister flattery contrasted with her sadistic teasing and her equally terrifying laugh.

You could not believe that you were really living that, you imagined a thousand ways to die on this island but none involved being eaten by a psychopath who seemed to be unreal and monstrous. Your hands against your judgment, tried to push him away from you with force. His kisses soon became something more possessive on your fragile skin, leaving red marks that will soon bloom to purple, he was painting your conviction along with her name on you.

You were his, only his.

"Since I met you I wanted to do this to you ... I can't believe that now I will be able to fuck you with my semen until you are swollen with my son inside you" Another smile made its way onto he previously angelic face, now you could see it behind the mask he drew on himself to deceive you, it was not a white angel with golden wings, it was a black one who fell from heaven into sin and now, he was dragging you with him to the same abyss.

He was damned.

"Please ... I'll do whatever you want," you begged, covering your face in shame.

"You will do that, dear."

His hands held your hips, his head lowered even further, with his knees on the floor right in front of your spread legs and your pussy exposed. He reveled in your grief, you obviously struggled to block his way from his precious delicacy, but just as quickly as before he immobilized you with a threat that he clearly did not plan to carry out. He would never hurt you, after all for something he kept you alive day by day, you were his partner and soul mate.

Soon I would find a way that you would never leave.

"Your pussy must taste delicious honey ... I can't wait to cum inside of you and raise you to be the mother of my son", your face contorted at his dirty words.

Your gaze still on the ceiling, the moonlight now present, leaving evidence of your surrender. What was the use of waiting, you would never leave that place alive. Jungkook imprisoned you, leaving delicate kisses on the inside of your thigh causing you to stifle some involuntary gasps and moans, so sensitive, he smiled. He couldn't believe that he could finally taste you, his tongue quickly plunged into your pussy. A scream came out of your mouth, begging him to stop out of embarrassment.

You could feel it inside of you, your body reacting to the inevitable pleasure you felt.

You bite your tongue before moaning for him, you squirm in his arms that hold you tightly as he continues to savor all your arousal that soon begins to seep through the sheets beneath you. A particularly strong suction on your clitoris clouds your view, your hands hold his hair, you don't know what to do but unconsciously you bring him closer to you. Now begging him to make you have your much appreciated orgasm, his tongue moving deftly inside you.

But it always seems to stop just as you are about to touch your climax, you sob in frustration now begging that I stopped playing with you, pleasure blinding your reason.

"Please ... let me cum", you plead with all your remaining voice, closing your eyes so you don't see him directly.

"Aw honey, I can't ..."

"Why?!" You scream, releasing her hair from your grip. Your hand ready to finish the job by yourself.

"Because it is on my cock where your pretty pussy is going to squirt, I will leave you marked forever that you will not want anyone but me to fuck you" her words make you squeeze your pussy into nothing, with a needy moan . Her hand holds your arm, preventing you from touching without her permission. "Shh, honey, don't be a bad girl. Or I'll have to punish you."

You moan trying to free yourself, your pleas like before make it wet in her pants. It can see the stain on the front of these, the precum leaking from his cock desperate to fuck you so hard. In the bed they shared together, in the bed where they would always sleep together, in the bed where I touch you so many times without you noticing.

"Do you want me to fuck you love?" You desperately nod, your hips trying to find hers to brush your aching pussy against her hard cock. "Tell me baby say you want me to fuck you now"

"Ko-kook fuck me..." you loose between moans and whispers, still unsatisfied he smiles. His fingers go down to your folds to touch them softly, so delicate that you cannot feel it but your orgasm is still present. You just needed something that will fill you, his fingers plunge into you but without moving, just stretching your walls for him.

He didn't want to hurt you when he got out of control.

"It's not enough for me, darling ... If you can't do it right, I can't fuck you the way I want", his endless teasing takes you to a side so submissive and needy that it is impossible for you to tolerate more.

You needed me to fuck you so much.

"Please fuck me! Jungkook fuck me!" You scream, leaving your dignity aside. Your hands move desperately to bring him closer to you.

Another proud smile appears, growls just as impatient as you. Release your cock from his pants making you moan in anticipation, he was very big, you were sure that it was enough for him to sink into you to make you come around him. His cock crashing against his stomach, his hands caressing it for a few seconds just watching your body twist with pleasure.

You were perfect for him, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Suck me." He ordered, your face went blank. You quickly got into four though, crawling across the bed towards him. Your body sitting on your legs, your shaking hands stroking his cock a few times.

"Good girl..." A moan accompanied by praise from him was enough to make you squeeze again around nothing.

Your mouth opened, taking it as far as you could, which was less than half. Grunts and groans came from his pink lips, his hands on your head guiding your movements, he never stopped having control over you.

"Enough honey or I won't be able to fill you with my cum, you don't want that right?", A nasty laugh from him in a hoarse voice, you denied so absorbed in his game as to think twice.

You only wanted something from him, while he wanted everything from you.

Soon, you find that nothing really turns out the way you want it to.

He gently pushed you against the sheets, his body lunging against yours helplessly underneath. He took a few seconds to observe you and preserve the beautiful memory of you, giving your whole life to his hands. He would take better care of you than before, after you got pregnant with him he could do everything for you and give you the world if you asked him.

Eager, I lower his hands to squeeze your breasts, subtle moans coming from your lips and whispering to fuck you. His cock got even harder if possible, he held your legs in his arms so he could enter you without any problem. He thought about turning your back but he wanted to see you without missing any of the cute expressions you made.

"I love you..." he whispered, placing a chaste kiss on your knee before burying his cock in your tight, wet pussy. His arms are on either side of your head, his cold, calculating eyes staring at you.

You thought you saw a flash of affection in them, but it disappeared so quickly that perhaps it was an illusion of the moment. You could feel it inside him, his cock crashing against your walls, you feel the pleasure that runs through you.

You close your eyes, curses come from his lips so close to your face, you can feel his breath against your cheek. Silent moans in your throat, your hand clenches into a fist to avoid screaming in ecstasy.

"Cry honey, do it every damn day I fuck you in this damn bed. So hard," he growled, his thrusts were soft as if he was trying to take time to get you used to it.

"Please..." You sob, not really knowing what you were asking. Which goes faster? What will not get you pregnant? Or that he will set you free? You had lost your thoughts long ago.

His arms folded, coming closer to yours. Your head was to one side, his lips sought yours but surprisingly you refuse to kiss him. "Kiss me," he commands, his voice raised in dominance.

You deny again, your hair sticking to your sweaty face with the frantic movements of your head to move it away from your lips.

"It's not a question, _____... Kiss me now."

"Not!" You scream, your hands in fists hitting his firm chest. Jungkook can't know what happened to you, you seemed so willing a few moments ago and now you were, albeit weakly, trying to free yourself from him. "No, I do not want to!"

"Enough", he tries to grab your arms but you continue with even more force. "Stop!"

At last, he manages to grab your wrists with one of his hands, now you were motionless again just looking at him with fear. He fucking hates it, he doesn't want you to walk away from him in fear, but he can't help but feel powerful with your eyes shining with unfallen tears. You looked so beautiful.

In an unexpected act, you manage to whisper as confidently as you can, "I hate you."

His heart aches inside him, his free hand holds your face so that you will look directly at him, angry black orbs making you moan, the pain of his grip on your chin that grows harder. "I wasn't expecting anything less than thoughtlessness from a whore like you, hm? Dirty bitch." His hand rises into the air before slamming into your right cheek with all the strength it can muster.

A tear falls from the same cheek, getting lost on the pillow below you. Your face burns, but you don't have time to cry, his thrusts turn wild, as if he wants to hurt you.

And maybe, deep down inside of him, he wants it.

The tip of his cock crashing hard against your G-spot, the lower part of your stomach clenches, you know that you are going to cum around him but you do nothing to prevent it. Just squeeze your eyes, it will pass, it will soon be over, you whisper to yourself in comfort.

Your wrists are released from his grip, you hope to hug yourself now, but Jungkook is already taking one of your hands to hold it. Interlacing his fingers, as if they were lovers surrendering in a night of passion and love.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" he murmurs incessantly, leaving kiss after kiss on your face that he hit before. "Say you love me please"

His hips do not stop being implacable against yours, the lewd noise of skins colliding fills the environment, you lose yourself without heeding his request. Jungkook shakes you in his arms, his thrusts slowing down with his near orgasm.

"Say you Love Me, _____"

Your mouth closes, he growls angrily accelerating his rough thrusts again. He can feel when you come on his cock, a sigh leaves his lips, without stopping even though you try to get away from the over stimulation and without taking any more from him.

"What a good girl, coming around my cock so hard." They scoff, "I bet you want me to fill you up, right?"

You don't have the strength to deny it again, you just accept it.

"I will make you stay with me forever, love. You will take my son, we will have a family and you will never leave my side."

He felt perfectly how you tightened around him, his semen running inside you and filling your walls with white. He smiled, his breath against your face, your chest rising and falling as your eyes closed with exhaustion. You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to sleep forever, because if you woke up you would be in an eternal nightmare.

His cock slid out of you, his hand quickly went to your pussy dripping with his seed and your arousal, his fingers took a little of both liquids to look at his fingers, shining in the darkness. Lasciviously I wipe them on your cheek, you were asleep to stop him. His fingers sank into you again, pushing his cum into you.

He had to make sure that you never had the thought of having a chance to escape from him.

Obviously you couldn't do it with your swollen belly with his son, right?

So far.

So cruel.

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Mafia! Ateez: Seeing S/O Kill For The First Time

Disclaimer/Warnings: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging, nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios. Depictions of violence, bloodshed, murder, allusions to infidelity (which I don't condone), highly suggestive and somewhat disturbing scenes are contained here. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Running inside the house, Hongjoong made a beeline straight to the bedroom. Your desperate screams blasting through the phone's speaker plus the deafening silence that ensued after he heard a gunshot sent him panicking. He was trying hard to brace himself for the worst scenario he had made up in his head.

Opening the door, he slowly stepped in and released a breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw your figure on the corner.

"Y/N?" He called out for you, but you didn't respond, eyes staring intently at something in front of you which he couldn't quite clearly see.

Taking quiet steps into the room, he finally noticed the dead body a few feet away from you, blood still pouring out of their head. Looking back at you, he saw the discarded gun nearby your still trembling frame, and that was all it took for him to fit the pieces together. Slowly, he crouched in front of you, hands hesitantly reaching over to gently grasp your arms.

"I killed him..." You whispered in a hushed yet frightened voice.

Hongjoong understood very well the emotions you were going through at the moment, recalling the early days when he first started his life of crime. Pulling you closer, he brought you up onto your feet and held you tightly, and that was all it took for you to break and burst your crying. He let you stay there until you cried all you needed to, his fingers tenderly stroking your hair as his soft voice tried to calm you

"Let it out. Just let it all out. It's ok. Everything is going to be ok....."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa stood stone faced as he watched the monitor screen in front of him that was capturing the training that the newest recruits were doing. His eyes were locked on nobody else but you, standing there in between all the others. He had to admit, it was scary at first hearing your intent on being part of his gang. He adamantly refused, not wanting you to be in anymore danger or be part of his world. But he couldn't stop you after you secretly went behind his back and trained with others to be a cold hearted killer.

He watched as it was your turn to come up, looking absolutely fearless and with no sign of remorse. His heart began pounding when he watched you pick up the gun and aimed it at the living, cowering target a few meters away from you. He held his breath as he waited for the inevitable, half wanting to close his eyes. When the sound of the shot went off, he exhaled deeply, his unsteady nerves now strangely calmed and relaxed.

"Bring her in as discreetly as possible." He ordered his guard who was next to him, the only person who knew exactly who you were and what you meant to Seonghwa.

When you finally came into his office, you both stood there in silence, looking at each other with such a terrifying icy stare.

"How are you feeling?" He was the first to ask.

You shrugged in response. "I'm kinda numb honestly."

Gesturing for you to come over, you walked over to him, as soon as you were in front of him he surprised you when he suddenly snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, lips hungrily crashing into yours. You moaned when his tongue dipped inside your mouth.

"You looked so hot out there, as fucked up as it sounds." You chuckled softly, tilting your head back to allow him to kiss into your neck. He was right, it was fucked up, and you were about to make it worse.

"Yeah? How about now you fuck me up instead?"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho stared in absolute horror at the bludgeoned body that was sprawled across the living room, and even more terrifying was seeing you standing there, drenched in blood from head to toe. Although he understood what made you do it, he still couldn't believe you were capable of such brutality.

"What on earth were you thinking? Have you gone mad?!" He raised his voice at you, not thinking about whether or not that was a good idea given the state you left the poor man in.

"How is it any different from what you do to your victims?" You spat back at him, which momentarily made his words get caught in his mouth.

"It's different because this was what I do, I'm the one who should have bodies piling up beneath my feet. Not you, you're not supposed to get involved with any of this." He hated thinking you'd turn out like him, that was precisely the biggest fear he had once he met you, that you'd live your entire life with a stained conscious.

"I've been involved ever since the day I said yes Yunho, I knew it, and you might not want to admit it, but deep down you knew sooner or later something like this would happen."

He couldn't say anything anymore, knowing you were absolutely right. And he hated admitting that. You looked down at the state you were in, sighing despondently at the mess you create. You didn't mean for it to get so far, but knowing that if you didn't your son, who was sleeping soundly thus far, would have gotten hurt you had to defend yourself and protect him. What choice did you have as a mother?

"Will you please help me clean all this up before he wakes up?"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang couldn't keep the glare off his face as your long time partner forced him on his knees in front of you. He felt utterly humiliated by your betrayal, his mind cursing him to no end for having dropped his defenses and actually let you, not just into his gang, but into his heart.

"Well get on with it Y/N, the boss is waiting."

Yes, your boss, the very one who sent you out to infiltrate Yeosang's organization so you could get close to him and find the opportunity to eliminate him. Your boss, Yeosang's biggest enemy in the mafia world, the person he hated the most in the world........

Or at least now second most hated after you.

He didn't look away when you lifted your gun and pressed it against his forehead, your face void of any emotion. This was after all your job.

"I'm sorry....."

Before Yeosang could sputter out for you to keep your apologies, you shocked him when you took the barrel of his face and instead fired at your partner, the single shot penetrating his head and leaving him cold before his body fully fell on the floor.

"Y/N....what? Why-" He couldn't even believe it nor comprehend what was happening.

Helping him get up on his feet, you dusted off some of the residue gun powder off his jacket.

"I started off this job with one objective....and that was to kill you."

With a look of regret, you cupped his cheeks so he could look into your eyes and see the sincerity behind them.

"And I failed miserably. Not only can I not kill you, but I can't even be with you anymore. As soon as they find out what I did, they're going to hunt me down."

When you tried to pull your hands away, Yeosang clasped them tightly with his own.

"Then you leave me no choice but to protect you now. If anyone wants you, they're going to have to get through my dead body."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

The shit eating grin San had been donning since he first entered the private room was quickly replaced by a shocked gasp, hand clasping over his mouth. The once bright and beautiful face of the young exotic dancer was now completely unrecognizable, having been slashed violently until it became nothing but a skin teared nightmare.

"Oh I'm sorry that your entertainment for tonight was cut short my Lord."

San froze as he heard your voice, swallowing hard when he saw your figure approach him from the shadows. Your arms were crossed over your chest, a scowl framing your features as you looked at your husband with utter disdain and disgust.

"Y/N I-"

The harsh sound of your hand colliding with his cheek sounded throughout the entire room, drowning out any noise that was coming from outside. San brought a hand up to his cheek, the skin still stinging from feeling your venom laced slap.

"I warned you, I fucking warned you never to make a fool out of me. What? You think that just because I'm a stay at home wife that I can't see what you do? Oh no baby...."

Glancing over your shoulder, you let out a scoff as you took one last look at your work of art.

"I think you've forgotten that you're not the only one who grew up learning violence and out right brutality."

Plastering on the fakest smile, you leaned up and kissed his lips which were slightly agape, wrapping your arms against him.

"Don't make me remind you that again, because next time I have to remind you...." San shuddered when he felt you press a knife behind his back.

"You're also going to be part of the masterpiece..."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were woken up by what sounded like a struggle coming from outside. Quickly, you ran over for the gun you kept hidden inside one of your drawers, you had never actually used it before and you didn't want to, but the fight sounded pretty serious and you were afraid of anything happening to Mingi.

Running outside, you froze when you saw the current state Mingi was in, on the floor, multiple blows having been done to his beautiful face while he still struggled to find his attacker of him. With shaky hands and trembling breath, you tried to point the gun at the other man, finding it hard to do with the fight going on. Your finger wouldn't budge and pull the trigger, you were still too scared to do it. Then when you saw the man take out a knife, you blocked out, the only thing you heard was the words Seonghwa told you while he taught you to shoot a gun.

"Both hands holding it up, never hesitate and just pull the trigger. Never hesitate.."

You couldn't even register anything else that happened, your head was spinning and you felt like the oxygen was being ripped away from you, making you dizzy and threatening to make you faint. Your knees were about to give out, but luckily Mingi, although injured, came up just in time to catch you.

"Are you all right?" It felt utterly ironic to have him be the one asking you that when he was the one who nearly got beaten to death.

You tried to speak but couldn't find your voice, the only thing you could do was try to calm down, your breaths coming in and out rather labored. Feeling completely guilty and responsible for the emotional state you were in, Mingi picked you up, struggling to do so, but nonetheless took you back inside.

He was just happy that nothing had happened to you.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wooyoung-" You squealed when his expert hands started ridding you of your top, his face immediately pressing itself to lay kisses on the top of your chest.

Your moment was interrupted by the loud slamming of the door opening. Wooyoung and you looked up to see the horrified expression of your fiance as he took in the comprising position you were in, half naked and on top of Wooyoung's lap, in a hotel room no less.

"Y/N what the fuck?! And with your father's and I's rival?" He exclaimed.

Wooyoung was completely unapologetic, hand coming down to stroke your ass.

"Sorry about tainting the little angel. On the positive side, you'll be saving a lot on the honeymoon right?"

Boiling with rage, your fiance lunged at Wooyoung, the latter pushing you away so you wouldn't get caught in the ensuing struggle. Although he tried to fight back, your fiance was too fast and too consumed with rage for Wooyoung to overpower. Clasping his hands over Wooyoung's throat, your fiance gripped him tightly as the man under him struggled to breathe for air and pry his hands off.

"You fucking bastard! I'll kill you for touching her!"

Suddenly the man's grip on Wooyoung loosened up as the sound of a gun went off. Grunting, Wooyoung pushed the dead weight off his body, quickly getting up from the bed. His gaze went from the body over to where you were, gun in your hand and with a relieved face at seeing that your lover was all right.

You discarded the gun and went over to him, cupping his face so you could kiss him desperately, the adrenaline still pumping strongly in your veins. When you both finally pulled back, Wooyoung brushed back some of your messy hair before sighing.

"Guess we better start cleaning up."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

The screams and wails coming from the tied up man in the middle of the room became muted to you, long having been blocked out.

"Y/N! Listen to me! You don't know what you're doing! What you'll cause if you kill me!"

You did knew, knew precisely that with the man gone, his subordinates would be in chaos, distracted enough in investigating who committed the crime that they'd led their guard down and their enemies would have an easy wipeout of them. Which was exactly why you were now finishing dowsing the entire house with gasoline.

"Y/N! I am ordering you now, stop this nonsense! Please!" He attempted one last time, begging you not to follow through. But he was only met with your cold expression as you light up a match.

"I'm sorry dad...."

Meanwhile outside, Jongho watched from a small distance, his eyes momentarily closing when the loud explosion went off, incinerating the entire house. It was all engulfed in flames that no matter what, there'd be absolutely no trace left of any evidence of who was the culprit.

Few minutes later and he saw your figure emerge, walking with absolutely calmness to him. He searched and scanned your face for any signs of regret or remorse, but found absolutely none. Instead, you actually smiled at him as if nothing happened, as if you didn't just murder not only the biggest mafia lord in the city, but your own father.

"You didn't have to do this." He shook his head at you.

"I know." You nodded.

"Then why did you do it?" Stepping up closer, you gently pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back.

"Because I love you."

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Streak

Pairings: Kozume Kenma x reader

Notes: I haven't been posting much, so here's a one-shot from my Quotev/Wattpad while you all wait for me.

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, implied murder

Summary: Kenma really likes her, but he isn't sure how to show his feelings. Maybe if he just treats this as one of his video games, it'll all work out for him.

streak

/noun/

a continuous period of specified success or luck.

Life is very different from most video games. Maybe that's why Kenma preferred the online world to the real one.

In the real world, you don't get to respawn. If you die you aren't coming back. There's no backup saves if you make a mistake and there's an infinite amount of dialogue options.

In games, there are no real consequences for your actions. In fact, you're encouraged to kill other players or bots.

You need to kill to win.

Maybe that ideology was the reason why Kenma's mindset was so blurred between reality and fiction. Spending more time gaming than doing anything other than tapping away on his phone, mouse, or controllers had taken an unconscious toll on Kenma's behavior.

It helped in volleyball to have such quick thinking and reflexes. To be able to make those split-second decisions. To increase his desire to win.

In a lot of other situations, it didn't help. Especially in the predicament he'd found himself in recently.

Kill to win.

There was a pretty (hair color)-haired girl that sat in front of him in class. At first, he thought nothing of her, just like he did everyone else. Life was as uninteresting as it was last year and the year before that and the year before that and so on.

Until that fateful day where the girl in front of him passed a copy of the homework assignment to him, pausing in her action when her (eye color) eyes spotted the phone in his hand. He frowned deeper than normal, preparing to slip his phone away once the girl flagged down the teacher with the common report he had gotten in many classes.

I'm in the middle of a round, please wait at least another minute to tattle on me.

"Wait, there's a mobile version of Castledoom Shot 3?" The girl's eyes shone in wonder as she watched his fingers tap away, "I mean, I'm not as good with FPS games on mobile, but it'd be fun to mess around with when I can't be at my laptop, you know?"

Kenma stared.

The girl continued to marvel at the phone app, "The graphics are almost as good as the PC ones- wait- is that your level? I'm impressed, you're a rank above me even with me on the laptop."

Kenma continued to stare.

"Ah, sorry." She sheepishly handed the homework paper to him, "I get kinda carried away when it comes to talking about games."

As Kenma took a paper and handed the rest to the boy behind him, he paused his game and looked up at the girl in front of him. "It's fine. What other games do you play?"

Kenma couldn't understand how he never noticed (Y/n) before.

Actually, scratch that- he was well-aware of his continuous failures to notice his surroundings. It wasn't uncommon for his best friend Kuroo to have to tug on his hoodie while they walked together to save him from running into poles or tripping over rocks. Kenma was thankful for having a friend like Kuroo, especially because his older friend was much better with girls.

He has more EXP. than I do. I need to learn from him.

"Hm? You're interested in a girl?" Kuroo's rumbling laughter caused Kenma's neutral expression to melt into a scowl. "I'm proud of you. My little Kenma's finally growing up."

The two-tone-haired boy deadpanned as Kuroo dramatically wiped away an imaginary tear.

"I need advice."

Kuroo grinned down at his smaller companion and began shooting questions at him. Kenma did his best to answer but was becoming discouraged as it became clear to him that he didn't know much about (Y/n) at all, other than the fact that she liked games.

What's her favorite color? What class does she like best? What's her favorite food? Does she like chocolate? Does she like flowers? Kenma despairingly had the same response to all of them. "I don't know."

I haven't unlocked enough achievements yet. I can't go into a boss battle unprepared.

A tiny part of Kenma recognized the dangers of treating everything like a video game but the larger part of him ignored it.

I'm good at games. If I play this like a game, I'll win.

It shouldn't have been much of a surprise that (Y/n) was popular. She was funny, cool, and got along well with anyone she talked to. Unfortunately, the same things that drew Kenma in drew others in too.

It's like going alone into a dungeon in an RPG. I'm outnumbered by enemies.

Kenma became more and more agitated as the days went on. He didn't stand out, especially compared to some of the other guys that swarmed around her, and he wasn't good at reaching out to her in the first place. His eyes made more contact with the back of her head during class than they did her actual face.

Any one of those boys could whisk (Y/n) away right in front of Kenma and he couldn't stomach the thought of it. Maybe that's why he found himself buying a game he'd never played before. Why he looked up tons of walkthroughs. Why he played it for hours at a time.

"How to Get Away With Crime" was the name of the game. And oh how fitting it was.

You have to kill to win.

And Kenma really wanted to win.

(Y/n) sat in front of Kenma the following day, burying her face into her arms and crying sporadically throughout the day. The teacher struggled to teach despite her lecture on getting through these "tragic times". Students could be seen crying in the hallways and Kenma even heard sniffling in one of the stalls when he went to use the bathroom.

Settling himself back into the desk behind the girl who'd stolen his heart, he softly spoke out to (Y/n), "Are you doing okay?"

She turned back to him, tear tracks visible on her cheeks, and responded in a half-whisper, "Not really..."

Kenma gave her his best sympathetic look as she poured out her sadness to him. He rubbed comforting circles on her back when she wrapped him up into a hug and cried into his chest. He kept a straight face as she wondered about what kind of monster out there could just shoot down seven teenagers.

While Kenma was pulling out his bento a boy from the other side of the room approached her, asking her if she was doing alright since one of the victims was her closest friend. He heard her correct him, saying that, actually, all of the victims were her friends.

When the other boy gave (Y/n) a quick, reassuring hug, Kenma let out a small, weary sigh.

I guess my killstreak is going up to eight soon.

End notes: I read a fanfic (actually a couple) where Kenma saw life as a video game and I thought it was a pretty cool concept. If Kenma played a bunch of FPS and fighter games (and Kenma definitely would), seeing the world as a game would be very, very bad.

I guess Karen's right this time, video games can make kids violent.