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ikeuverse · 3 months ago

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I HATE YOU — l.heeseung

PAIRING: best friend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor, smut WC: 10.7k+

WARNINGS: lots of swearing, arguments, mention of drinking, parties. reports of sex scenes, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (use caution and protection).

SYNOPSIS: you and your best friend's brother hated each other, almost as a matter of course between the two of you. but something changes when you wake up in his bed at the weekend.

NOTES: i think this story has been in my subconscious for so long, idk why it took me so long to write it. it smells a lot like heeseung to me, so nothing was more fitting than doing it for him. i hope you like it!

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The rule of life is clear when you have a best friend and she has an older brother. Either you fall in love with him, or you don't get along with him and you both hate each other. In your case, more specifically, the second option would fit like a perfect glove. It was like a combo in your background to be best friends with Dahyun, and hate Heeseung, her brother. Not that you'd do it alone, he contributed to every ounce of your body boiling with rage for him.

As if he had been born to unleash the purest feeling of rage in your heart just by entering the room and breathing. But it wasn't as if you nurtured that alone either. Heeseung had the same great anger towards you because, according to him, it was because of you that Dahyun stopped being the innocent little girl she was.

It wasn't a good excuse compared to the times he'd taken you seriously. Still, even so, Heeseung felt angry just being in your presence and knowing that you went to his house and he couldn't do anything but make you angry until he heard you swear at him or try to throw something in his direction. Dahyun was the balance bridge to try to maintain an ounce of harmony between the two of you while you were all together, although it was almost impossible to maintain a pleasant atmosphere whenever you and Heeseung were in the same environment. Which was practically all day long.

There wasn't a single moment when you could get rid of him or he of you, because unfortunately – or fortunately – you were Dahyun's best friend. You met her before you even knew that your best friend had a completely asshole brother. He swore that Dahyun having a friendship would be a quiet thing because she was never one to have many friends. Heeseung would be lying to say that he wasn't looking forward to meeting the first person his younger sister had befriended after entering university.

He just didn't expect you to be introduced to him when Dahyun had her first binge at the frat party, with you holding her hair and introducing yourself as her best friend.

So it's this crazy girl who's my sister's friend? Heeseung's anger may have started first, but you certainly felt it more intensely as the months went by.

Heeseung always found you with Dahyun at insane moments, like the pool party where you lent your best friend your most revealing bikini. That night you threw him into the pool because you two argued, but before you could regret it, he pulled you in with him, getting you wet before you could show off your hours of hard work to maintain the beautiful, wavy hair that took so long to make.

War had been declared, and at every party you and Heeseung attended, something always happened to emphasize how the two of you couldn't stay on the same radar and in the same environment for so long.

Not this last time.

The remnants of last night invaded your mind like a little dream, where you knew it was far from a fantasyland. Friday night was party day at some frat house or at some rich person's house who could afford to buy drinks for a bunch of horny, partying college kids. You and Dahyun always went together, because at the end of the night, you would sleep at her house. And of course that happened. You just didn't expect to be in another Lee's bed.

You took a deep breath after you realized what had happened, remembering the exact moment when you argued with Heeseung. Nothing new for the two of you. But that night something seemed different about the way you and he argued about absolutely everything, like the amount of drink he poured himself. Or how you had accepted a drink from a guy who had handed you a glass because he was going to play and didn't want to drink anymore, Heeseung had scolded you for being reckless and, even if you were, if that had made him angry, then you had done the right thing.

But why were his eyes dark and shiny when he cornered you in the kitchen to swear at you? And why did you lean too far towards him when he tried to take the glass from your hand? The reason was canonized at that moment, with you wrapped in Heeseung's sheets.

The memory of his lips pressing down hard on yours to shut you up, your body almost turning to porridge when he softened to kiss you properly. And why on earth did you give in? Why did you kiss him back looking like you needed it? Your mind knew you did, but never, under any circumstances, would the two of you say that that need was blatant and that you were both waiting for what had happened.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when a weight slid around your waist. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You effortlessly felt Heeseung's chest pressing against your back. Your whole body stiffened for a few seconds but relaxed – without any explanation – when his hand rested on your stomach and his breath hit the back of your neck.

That breath you felt against your lips after he kissed you, as he whispered one last curse when he took you to his car and then brought you to his house. Heeseung's breath against your skin with every touch he made, with every kiss, sent shivers down your spine. You didn't want to think about the effects he had caused in just one night, while all those months later the only thing you felt for him was anger and disgust. But no, last night it was anything but that that you felt for each other.

You began to wonder how you were going to get out of there. Or worse, how you were going to bump into Dahyun and explain to her that, strangely enough, you had ended up in her brother's bed. It couldn't have been an accident because neither of you got drunk enough to blame it on alcohol, so what? What would you say when asked why you slept with Heeseung?

An involuntary sigh left your lips when he moved again, pressing you a little closer and nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Inhaling all your scent as if it were normal and he'd done it a million times before.

“It's not possible that you're actually doing this” your voice came out without thinking, not at all cordial or subtle as he continued to inhale your scent. You wanted to curse yourself even more as soon as you heard Heeseung's morning laugh. Rude, low, a real sin for your poor body that was processing everything that was still going on.

“What? I don't even get a good morning?” he asked in the same tone as the laugh and every word coming out of his mouth was truly a sin. You'd seen Heeseung after waking up countless times, but it wasn't as if you saw him seconds later as was happening now. Usually, it was a while later, his voice was normal at least, although his face was puffy from sleep and his hair slightly mussed. But it was nothing compared to what you were hearing at that moment.

“You're an idiot, you little shit” your hand went over his hand that was still on your stomach, trying to pull it away “I hate you, now let me go.”

As expected, Heeseung did the opposite of what you asked. Pulling you closer to him and, with the strength he was holding you with, he managed to turn you around and make your body face him.

“You hated moaning my name last night” he smiled with half-lidded eyes “Now why are you playing hard to get?” there was the Heeseung you remembered hating, even though he was so hot in a sleepy, lazy way. You held back with your hands to pull his face in and kiss him, messing up his hair even more and getting lost in those lips that were claimed as yours last night.

“Because—” your voice died right there, you had no answer to that. You didn't know why you were playing hard to get after having slept with him of your own free will.

The victorious smile on Heeseung's lips made you slap his chest, feeling the skin beneath your fingers. Remembering how you touched him and how he felt every shiver go through him every time your fingers slid across him and interspersed with your nails. Heeseung knew that some part of his body was marked by you, but he honestly didn't care.

Your eyes rolled down as soon as you noticed that he was shirtless, looking under the covers as much as you could. He wasn't wearing anything over it and didn't even seem to care about covering his chest when your eyes locked on the spot, your hands still gripping his chest ready to slap it again in case any silly jokes were made. But your face heated up when you noticed that, if he wasn't wearing a T-shirt, you were wearing his.

Heeseung noticed the way you recorded it all, and although it was amusing, he remembered how hot you had looked after putting on his T-shirt to sleep. With nothing underneath, just his clothes covering the curves of your body that he touched, kissed, and marked. And he'd be a dead man if he confessed that he wanted to do it all over again.

“You didn't like wearing my shirt?” he asked, breaking the silence that had settled between the two of you “Just take it off, I remember you're not wearing anything underneath anyway.”

“I hate you!” you let out a shriek, hitting him in the chest again before pulling the covers off your body so you could get out of bed in search of your clothes.

“Right, if it makes you sleep better at night, then I hate you too” he muttered, rolling his body across the bed to lie where you had been seconds before. Secretly smelling your scent on his pillow, as you searched for your clothes on his bedroom floor at that moment.

Hearing about the fine line between modern and contemporary art history was wonderful for you, one of your favorite classes. The grace with which the professor explained it so passionately, highlighting important points that you made a point of writing down in your notebook with a lilac-colored pen that Dahyun had lent you at the beginning of the class. It took up most of your thoughts from the moment you arrived on campus, taking your focus away from the fact that a few days ago you were lying on Heeseung's bed. And now you were sitting next to his sister sharing one of your classes.

Your thoughts traveled to another subject now… Did Dahyun know that you and Heeseung had had sex? It wouldn't be something to hide from your best friend, having heard from her a few times that the two of you had some kind of repressed hard-on. Of course, that made you and Heeseung even angrier, but it turned out to be true last weekend.

Dahyun was right, after all, and you didn't want her to be. Or did you?

“Y/n” she called your name in a whisper, making you turn your head to face her “The boys are waiting for us in the study room, do you want to go now or do you want to stop by for coffee?”

Back to the normal schedule where you would have to live with Heeseung and try to put aside what had happened between the two of you. Or at least try to. Carry on with your routine and chores and not pay attention to him like you always did.

Class ended and you felt your body dragging alongside Dahyun through the corridors to the campus cafeteria. It wasn't a long way, but dividing your energy between the class and the thoughts that flooded your mind had left you tired. The salted caramel coffee you always ordered might have some effect on your body right now.

And you were more than right.

After paying for the drink and some treats, the straw rolled around your lips as you sipped the drink that was your comfort. You could hear Dahyun's laughter every time the taste of coffee impregnated your tongue and you moaned with satisfaction. The whole way to the study room was filled with these moments that the two of you shared as you sipped your drinks and tried to balance the takeaway bags.

“Am I seeing a mirage or did you bring food?” Jay almost knelt to thank you and Dahyun when you entered the study room.

“Are you guys hungry or something?” she asked, stepping in front and placing the bag of food on the small table around some cushioned armchairs.

“Our class finished early and someone forgot to stop by the convenience store” Sunghoon sat down on the floor, legs crossed and his face almost shoved into one of the bags to look for something that interested him. Finding a filled brownie, he took it without asking permission, even though he didn't need to.

“He's in over his head, isn't he?” Jake nudged Heeseung, who had been quiet the whole time since you and Dahyun arrived.

Looking at your best friend, you saw her sit down next to Jake as if it were something mechanized as if she had to be there without any kind of effort. It was cute how close the two of them always were. But your mind went into overdrive because as she sat next to him, the only seat left was next to Heeseung.

“What?” he asked, shaking his body at the slight shock Jake had caused him. Adjusting his posture in the armchair, Heeseung swallowed as soon as he felt a weight next to him, indicating that you had sat there.

“You forgot to stop by the convenience store to pick up some food” Jay grumbled “What are you thinking, man? You haven't answered us since you came to class today.”

Playing the misunderstood had been a mutual agreement with everyone in the room. They had seen you and Heeseung leave together, but if neither of you had mentioned anything, none of them would do it. Playing the game of not knowing anything about you and him was the best thing. At least until that moment.

“I'm just sleepy, don't fight me” Heeseung grumbled, stretching more than usual so that he could annoy you, as he had done ever since the two of you met. He could hear you taking a deep breath next to him, holding back a little so as not to swear at him before the study session even started.

Heeseung mentally thanked his friends for the lame excuse he'd given, because they all started to engage in side conversations as he slipped a glance in your direction. Your fingers held the coffee cup with a certain lightness, your thumb circling the cardboard that was possibly warm against his skin. Heeseung suppressed a smile, thinking about how your fingers had touched his body a few days ago.

He didn't want to think about anything involving the night you two had spent together, but even though it was recent, seeing you so close hit him hard. It was as if his mind betrayed him the very moment you sat down next to him and did the bare minimum to be noticed. There was no way Heeseung could think of anything other than you. The way you brought the cup to your lips and drank the coffee, for example. It made him think of your mouth kissing him, how easily your lips turned red as the kiss got more and more intense. How your mouth looked like the perfect shape of his cock when you wrapped it around you and sucked it, giving him the best blowjob of his life.

Fuck Heeseung, stop thinking about it. He told himself, or he'd get turned on just associating every single thing you did with the way he had you in his room, under his body, and in his bed.

The only way to make his thoughts go away and him not think like that was to irritate you, bring up the atmosphere of the argument you had with him, and thus get his friends to intervene and completely change the course of Heeseung's thoughts. And the way he thought was by taking the coffee cup from your hand, bringing it to his lips, and taking the last sip.

“Hey” you said loudly enough, trying not to shout because the study room was next to the university library “You ruined my coffee, you idiot.”

“I was thirsty, sorry” Heeseung pouted his lips, feeling the taste of salted caramel all over his tongue. He ran the tip of his tongue between his lips to wipe away any coffee residue. He just didn't expect your attention to be on his mouth. Without hesitation, your eyes traced the path of his mouth and the way his tongue traced his lower lip. That sparked something inside Heeseung because it showed that you were thinking along the same lines as he was.

“You're a real idiot” you said quietly this time, trying to look away as Heeseung bit his lower lip.

He leaned in a little but didn't manage to get close enough to tease you because he felt the famous slap on the chest that you gave him when he said something stupid. Ever since that morning in his bed.

“Ouch, that hurt” he cringed, dodging the next slap you'd give him. For the first time, the dynamic between you and Heeseung was a little closer and more physical. Usually, the two of you didn't sit near each other or you couldn't get there in time to hit him, Jay or Sunghoon always managed to hold you back first.

“Hey, stop it, you two” Jake broke off from an interesting conversation he was having with Jay, sharing a packet of sweets with Sunghoon in the process.

“It's not like you guys had sex at the weekend” Dahyun yawned, throwing the full weight of her head on Jake's shoulder.

“What?” you and Heeseung shouted at the same time.

Their eyes widened, their breathing quickened and their faces heated up as they looked at the four of them sitting in front of them. So they knew, but how? You and he had tried to be discreet the whole time, and you hadn't said anything to Dahyun, considering Heeseung's astonishment, showing that he hadn't said anything to his friends either.

“Come on, we saw you two leaving the party together” Jay sighed “We agreed not to say anything until one of you spoke.”

“But you're still fighting” Jake pouted.

“By the way” Dahyun squeezed the cup between her fingers, the coffee long since finished and she just needed something to munch on while she talked to Jake “I could hear you two when we got home” she looked at Jake for a few seconds, then at you and Heeseung. They exchanged frightened, embarrassed glances.

A hole could be dug right there that you wanted to bury yourself in and never get out of. There was no escaping it and no escape from your friends' looks and playful smiles. There was also no way you could face Heeseung after everything you'd heard, so your only way out was to make an excuse that you needed to go to the library to get a book to start studying. You left the room as quickly as you could and entered the door at the end of the corridor.

At least it was quiet there and you wouldn't hear any of your friends talking about you and Heeseung having sex, or about how they knew all along and didn't tell either of you. It hadn't been long since it happened, but you'd been with Dahyun all morning and Heeseung had probably spent a lot of it with some of the boys he shared a class with. So they waited for you to give them a break to say it out loud?

“Holy shit” you whispered to yourself, leaning on one of the shelves in a vast aisle of encyclopedias. Nothing there was of interest to you and you didn't necessarily need any of those books, but it had been the first aisle you'd found to enter and browse the various shelves in search of clearing your mind.

“It really is shit” the voice settled in your ears and went straight to your skin, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart race. Your heartbeat accelerated more than usual when you turned around and noticed Heeseung just a few steps away.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Go away!” you whispered at him, turning to one of the shelves to pick up any stupid books. If you'd never read encyclopedias before, that day could be your first. Then you'd be too busy reading and not paying attention to the boy who was slowly approaching you.

“I had to leave too, I couldn't stand that embarrassment alone” he said in the same tone as yours, stopping right behind you as he noticed your feat in trying to open a heavy book that had nothing to do with the classes you were attending “Besides, I came to tease you for being too scandalous” Heeseung's breath hitched against your ear, his lips almost kissing your skin.

You turned sharply, the book wobbling in your hands from the weight of it and the force with which you turned. But your reflexes were good enough to hold it steady while you stared at it.

“Me? Scandalous?” your indignation was palpable, along with your anger that was beginning to grow inside your chest at him and the arrogant smile he had “What do you mean?”

“That you moaned so loudly that my sister heard!”

“Motherfucker” you almost forgot you were in the library, wanting to scream in his face and curse him with every swear word you could think of “I didn't moan that loud.”

“Yes, you did” he said.

“No, I didn't” you answered back, not realizing that you had taken a step forward and leaned your body against his. Heeseung took the opportunity to take the book from your hands, the weight shifting to his arms as he put it back on the shelf. Now having full access to you and your body in front of him.

He knew you hadn't moaned out loud, not least because he managed to shut you up every time. Making you moan against his mouth or listening closely when your mouth was close to his ear, having the most beautiful moan Heeseung had ever heard in his entire life.

“On a scale of zero to ten, if I say you moan scandalously…” Heeseung began, his speech somewhat meek “How angry will you be?”

“Ten, obviously” you hadn't even hesitated to answer, regretting it the second he smiled.

“So you moan too scandalously” such a simple sentence, but one that practically tore away the last bit of calm you had with Heeseung. Not that it ever really existed, but at least you tried inside the library.

As if it was the right thing to do, you raised your hand to hit him as you had been doing so often in the last few moments, but he acted quickly. So fast that neither of you could process it. Heeseung's long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his free arm around your waist to press you down and give you no chance to escape. The warmth of his fingers against your skin made you hold your breath and close your eyes, almost like a memory of what was about to happen.

It was the perfect cue for Heeseung to lean towards you and touch the tip of his nose to yours. His breaths mingled and his eyes closed to revel in the sensation of being so close to you again.

He wanted to touch your mouth, kiss you, and be able to leave with you. To remember the softness of your lips and how perfectly your mouths fit together as if the two of you had learned everything from each other. Even though the two of you shared hurried, slow kisses, none of them were disproportionate or out of rhythm. You and Heeseung managed to find harmony and synchronicity in every movement.

“Oh, shit” Jay's voice made you and Heeseung break apart quickly, startled by the closeness and realizing that if the brunette hadn't arrived, you and he would have kissed right then “Sorry, I—”

“You owe me lunch for a week” Dahyun appeared beside him, smiling openly as her eyes landed on you and Heeseung. He didn't need to look at you to know that you also shared a confused, albeit frightened, expression as to why Jay and his sister were there in the library.

“What did you two bet?” Heeseung asked the dreaded question, opening and closing his fists and holding back the urge to touch you again, even if it was in front of the two who were still there.

“That you and Y/n would be kissing” Jay said “But the two of them never actually kissed, so I don't owe you anything.”

“Yes, you do!” Dahyun protested, pushing Jay out of the hallway and leaving you and Heeseung completely unresponsive.

It would have been a smart idea to avoid going to any parties after what happened, in case you both regretted it. But that wasn't exactly it.

As the week went by, the teasing between Heeseung and you continued with a little more intensity, adding to the spice of what had happened between you, and now things had become a little more physical. Like him having to get too close to you and touch your hair after getting on your nerves, or how your hand wrapped around his arm – unnecessarily – so you could avoid Heeseung when he was near the kitchen counter teasing you before you left and went to his sister's room.

Things were getting heated and neither of you made any move to actually stop or that it wasn't affecting you anymore, quite the opposite. As the touching persisted or you paid too much attention to each other's actions, things got more and more complicated.

That was why Heeseung now found himself with a red glass in his hand, bringing it to his lips and feeling the bitter taste of alcohol go down his throat. He could have refused to go to that party after Sunghoon insisted, with the excuse that the class had been terrible. Even though he had slept through most of it. At least they were at Yeonjun's parent's house, the rich boy and Jake's friend who always gave up his house when the fraternities hadn't recovered after a few parties over a short period.

At least there was somewhere to sit, a room without too many people and the music wasn't too loud. The pool room that the boys usually went to when they wanted to escape the crowds, but didn't want to leave the party completely.

“Man, I love it when we’re here” Yeonjun sighed, sitting across from Heeseung and next to Jay “I wanted to run away from Stacy all night.”

“Is she annoying you?” Jay held back a laugh.

Talking about girls was the main topic when Yeonjun was around, and it wasn’t such a bad thing. Sharing experiences and even talking about how their current relationships were going, just as Jake made a point of praising Dahyun and how the two of them were getting along better and better. At some point in the conversation, Heeseung didn’t even bother to share anything, feeling shy for the first time. You had been the last girl he slept with, and talking about it, about the intimacy you two shared made him embarrassed. It wasn’t that he would brag every time he got with someone, on the contrary, the poor boy was the most teased because he rarely kissed a unit on the mouth at a party.

Maybe it was his chance to say that he had finally kissed someone after so long. But he wanted to keep it all to himself as if he felt jealous of sharing every detail about you.

“And you, Heeseung” Yeonjun called him as if he could read his thoughts. “Did you finally have sex?”

Sunghoon choked on his half-drunk drink, biting the plastic cup as he looked at his friend and noticed the shocked expression on his face. Yeonjun didn’t know anything about what had happened, especially since he wasn’t that close to you and Dahyun. He knew you two by sight and exchanged a few words because you were always around, but it’s not like he knew everything about you.

“He definitely had sex” Jake bit his lips to keep from smiling “Guess who?”

There wasn’t a single name that crossed Yeonjun’s mind, it was so difficult to associate Heeseung with anyone. Just like they associated Jake with Dahyun or Yeonjun with Stacy. Heeseung didn't have anyone on his radar, and the boys didn't know which girl had ever mentioned his name as a possible sexual companion.

A short period of silence fell over the room, and Jay's impatience quickly cut through.

"Y/n" he said.

“What?” it was Yeonjun’s turn to almost choke on his drink when he decided to take a sip of his beer. “Don’t you two, like, hate each other more than anything in the universe?”

I thought so, Heeseung had that answer on the tip of his tongue, almost wanting to say it out loud.

“So our dear Lee has a powerful dick” Yeonjun joked.

“Dude, we can ask Y/n if he has a small dick or not” Jay suggested.

“That’s cute, we’re finally going to know about his dick” Jake faked a cute voice, pouting and everything to get in on the joke.

“I don’t have a small dick, you idiots” Heeseung wanted to sound angry, although that joke was always there. Talking like that or about sexual performance with some girl… It would be disgusting if it was a conversation that happened often, but it wasn’t. It was just at times when they all wanted to escape from everything, to be in a universe where only boys existed and they could talk about anything.

A laugh filled the room before Heeseung or any of the boys could respond. Turning to the door, there you were. Standing with your hand on the doorknob and the other holding the plastic cup.

“Y/n!” Jay called out to you excitedly.

“Hey Y/n, is it true that Heeseung—” Yeonjun was interrupted by a flying plastic cup, hitting him in the chest as Heeseung threw it.

You had heard the entire conversation before entering the wrong room, looking for a bathroom to pee in. Your eyes scanned the room, seeing how relaxed and happy the boys were, far from those people you were starting to get bored with.

“Wrong door, sorry, boys” you waved and smiled at all of them, stopping your eyes on Heeseung for a long moment. Analyzing every inch of his body. Every piece of clothing adorned that man’s curves very well. Wide pants, white tank top, and leather jacket. A cardinal sin was that his hair was slicked back and the silver chain showing well above the collar of the tank top he was wearing. Luckily for you, the music was loud enough that no one could hear the force with which you swallowed when you noticed Heeseung’s collarbone was more exposed than usual. Waving to all of them, you closed the door as quickly as you opened it.

He tried to process what had just happened. Did your laughter indicate that you had heard the conversation, giving the boys room to think that he had a small dick? It wasn't possible… Heeseung couldn't believe it, even though it was true as he started to hear his friends making fun of your reaction.

If she laughed, it was because she agreed.

Does he really have a small dick?

Shit, Heeseung, she's teasing you.

He didn't want to hear anything from his friends anymore, the small flame of anger consuming him for teasing him like that in front of his friends. It wouldn't stay like this. Heeseung wouldn't let you get away with it, just like you almost didn't let him get away with it on library day.

Without time for goodbyes or small talk, Heeseung left the room in a hurry, opening the door and closing it without giving time for protests or for any of the boys to follow him. Now, in the middle of the small crowd in the hallway, he dodged some dancing and sweaty bodies, looking everywhere in search of you or his sister who, perhaps, could know where you were. Heeseung had a small spark of hope that he could find you before you went somewhere he couldn't find anymore. Or worse, that you started to feel tired and drunk enough to want to leave.

Running down the stairs, he reached the ground floor in record time, even with some people getting in his way. Heeseung walked from one room to the other, his eyes increasingly attentive to the people, scanning the place until he finally found you. Standing at one end of the table with glasses piled up in front of you, while his sister was at the other end with a few more girls.

“My turn to play,” one of them said, excited enough to grab the ball and throw it before it fell into one of the cups. She and Dahyun celebrated that you would have to drink, and from the look on your face, it wasn’t that good.

Heeseung took hurried steps towards the table, watching you take the ball out of the cup and drink all the contents inside.

“How disgusting” you stuck your tongue out, making a fake vomit sound before discarding the empty cup right next to you. “Now it’s my turn” but your turn didn’t come. Before you could even throw the ball into one of the cups in front of Dahyun and the other girl, Heeseung grabbed your arm and slid his fingers through your hand until he took the ball out. “What the fuck—”

“I need to talk to you” he said.

“Oh, that’s our girl, finally Y/n!” you wanted to ignore those comments, especially because Heeseung’s eyes were so intense and focused only on you. He didn’t care that the girls were joking about that situation, or how Dahyun was saying some teasing things in a playful tone. As if his gaze was capable of erasing everything around him and leaving only the two of you in the center of everything.

“Heeseung.”

“I said I need to talk to you, let’s go” he threw the ball to Dahyun, grabbing your arm again to get you out of there as quickly as possible.

Strangely you didn’t protest, just accepting the boy in front of you leading the way out of the party and through the front door. The air that hit your skin almost made you shiver, but Heeseung’s touch was capable of warming everything in your body without giving you a chance to feel the cold outside environment.

He stopped walking as soon as the two of you passed through the entire front yard, the sidewalk almost devoid of anyone around. Everyone was lying on the lawn or the porch, except for the excessive amount that was already inside Yeonjun's parents' huge house.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” you finally asked, letting your voice be heard by Heeseung after a while of silence between the two of you. He then let go of your arm, turning towards you to face you. Looking around a little, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be interrupted or, worse still, that someone would hear your conversation. People had a slight impression that you and Heeseung always argued, but the only ones who listened attentively to this were your friends and his sister. Heeseung didn't want anyone else to know about these little details.

“You heard the boys’ conversation upstairs, didn’t you?” he asked you. His tone was usually serious, but with a hint of anger that was always directed at you.

“Wanting to know if you have a small dick? Yeah, I heard you” you laughed a little, regretting it the second Heeseung approached you. His eyes were glazed over anywhere on your face, at least you knew where he was looking. His chest rose and fell in a rapid breath as he leaned in enough to be able to look you in the eyes without losing your attention.

“Do you find this funny, Y/n?” his low tone of voice never had any effect on you, on the contrary, it always instigated you even more to tease him. Smiling now and then, pushing Heeseung’s buttons when he seemed mad at you. But this time it was different, his voice seemed to fade away as he said things to you that way. The look still in your eyes, now falling to your lips “So you think I have a small dick?”

“I didn’t say anything about that—” you were quickly interrupted.

“Answer my question” he said “Do you think I have a small dick?” Heeseung’s hand touched your waist, pressing his fingers tightly against the spot before pulling you against his body.

You swallowed any sound that could come out of your lips so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effect he was having on you. Your pride spoke louder at least at that moment.

Thinking of all the possibilities that could answer his question, something popped into your mind. The instinct of rivalry and fight between the two of you couldn’t end so soon, and you knew that a remnant of the old Y/n that started all this with Heeseung still lived inside you. So you did the right thing by whispering those words.

“On a scale of zero to ten, how angry will you be if I say yes?”

Heeseung felt like an idiot for letting a smile appear on his lips so easily, especially because of you.

“We’re going home right now, tell my sister to go with Jake” he said, not taking his hands off your waist until he took you to the car and they left that party.

You were both experiencing a little deja vu from the first night you were together, but something at that moment seemed to be a little slower. You arrived at the apartment without much of a rush because Heeseung drove carefully; the city streets at that time were not a safe place to speed, even if he was in a hurry. The silence in the building's elevator was not uncomfortable, much less the rustling of the keys when he opened the apartment door.

The path to his room was led by him, with dragging and slightly nervous steps – which you didn't notice and he was grateful – because you were equally nervous. The last time you made this path, you were in Heeseung's arms and with your mouth glued to his. Shy giggles and messy words were said as the two of you tried to balance each other until you entered his room.

When you entered the room again, the smell of Heeseung's cologne was still in the air. The same smell he had all over his clothes and inside the car, showing that when he had put on perfume a few hours before going to the party, the smell still lingered in the air. Your eyes searched around in search of some recognition, mentally cursing yourself for remembering practically everything. The shelf with trophies he had won, video games stacked perfectly next to each other, some dolls and superheroes. Nerd stuff that you had played with him for so long outside of that environment, but being in Heeseung's personal space and taking a good look at it was something new for you.

At that moment your thoughts flew to the boy in front of you who, delicately, wrapped his hands around your waist this time. The tender touch was a total opposite of what the two of you had been having lately, about everything that involved you and him. Heeseung pulled you closer, his forehead slowly touching yours, while one of his hands left your waist to touch your face. The touch of his fingers against your skin immediately made you close your eyes.

“Do you miss being here?” he asked in a playful tone, but the softness of that question made you wonder if you really missed being there. Even though it was the second time you had stepped into Heeseung's room under those circumstances.

“You're the one who misses having me here” you teased.

“Maybe so” he shrugged, smiling when you seemed surprised by his sudden confession, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. Shy enough not to be able to look at Heeseung while he was still caressing your face.

You had both consumed a little more alcohol than the last time you did this, but still, neither of you managed to get to the point of getting drunk. There was no way you could tell him that you drank too much at the games with Dahyun and the girls, and much less could Heeseung use the excuse that he was drunk with the boys. Again, you were both in that situation because you wanted to be.

“Y/n” he whispered your name, taking you out of the little trance where you could only hear your calm breathing and your heartbeats against each other due to the proximity of your body to his.

“Yeah” you answered.

“Can I kiss you again?” the first time he didn’t ask for permission in that scenario, Heeseung’s lips were simply against yours. But now, there inside his room, everything seemed different. All the tenderness and calm that you were strangely enjoying, while he didn't know exactly why he was caressing you so lovingly and asking permission for something he had already done.

“Yes, please” your answer surprised him more than it surprised you. You even said please, something that had never happened to him. Usually the only thank you you gave Heeseung or the only word of cordiality you said to each other was the famous good morning, and when Dahyun still insisted on the two of you.

Finally, Heeseung's lips pressed against yours, the soft touch of his mouth sliding over yours before he opened his mouth and urged you to do the same. Heeseung's chin slowly pressed against yours to keep your mouth open and enter his tongue into your cave, searching for your tongue and intertwining the two gently.

Although there was urgency in each touch, in how he wanted to kiss you and how you wanted to be kissed by him, something unsaid – but understood – was that you both wanted to enjoy that strangely pleasurable moment for both of you. Your hands went up to make contact with the collar of the jacket he wore, running your thin fingers under the leather before grabbing Heeseung's shoulders. Your skin against his made him sigh during the kiss, bringing you closer and walking with you towards the bed. Stopping only when his calf touched the wood indicating that he had reached where he wanted.

He was the first to stop kissing you, placing small kisses on your chin until he reached your jaw, where he lightly scraped his teeth and smiled when he saw the skin on your neck start to get goosebumps. You didn't want to be left behind, so your hands forced themselves on his shoulders to loosen his jacket and make it fall halfway down his arms. Heeseung grew impatient with that piece of cloth and soon got rid of the jacket, not bothering to throw it on the bedroom floor, wrapping his arms around your body again.

Heeseung returned with his lips against your skin, brushing whenever he could on every little spot before alternating with the tip of his tongue a short path down to below your ear. His breath so close was enough to make you go a little crazy more.

“We can—”

“We can do whatever you want” he told you, kissing the spot below your ear and returning to position his face aligned with yours. Foreheads together and feeling her breath hit his lips “Tell me and I will do it.”

It was your turn to kiss Heeseung, your hands holding his face to keep him close while his tongue wrapped around yours again. The perfect fit of your mouths and how the two of you, despite your need, didn't let go and didn't make a mess of it. Yet.

Heeseung picked you up just to lay you down on his bed, snuggling his body between your legs without taking his mouth off yours. He pulled away momentarily to breathe before kissing you again with even more desire. At that point you felt like you needed him even more, your legs wrapping around Heeseung's hips who, you could tell, was holding back from making any risky moves. Even though you both wanted that. But it was impossible to hold back any longer because of the way the kiss started to get sloppy and lazy. You didn't know that you could get even more excited by the way Heeseung's tongue moved against yours or how the softness of his lips remained even after you abused them for so long.

Involuntarily your hips rocked, feeling Heeseung's erection rub against your clothed pussy, making you both moan in sync.

“Fuck” he moaned into your mouth, swallowing another moan of yours as he pressed his hips against you so you could feel a little more of his cock.

“Heeseung” your hands ran down his arms, your nails making a reddish path against his skin as you marked him.

“Are you going to moan loudly now?” he teased, lifting his head to look at you. It would be typical of Lee Heeseung to comment on that while he had a hard-on and was between your legs, you should have imagined that.

“I think you need to keep your mouth busy and stop talking shit” you rolled your eyes at him, holding yourself back so that your arousal wouldn't turn into anger and you would hit the boy.

“Your wish is my command, ma'am” Heeseung smiled so seductively that you asked yourself countless questions at that moment.

As he slid down your body, taking off each piece of your clothing without your protest, you wondered. Heeseung always smiled mischievously at you, although the effects were always the opposite of what was happening. Maybe the vulnerability in which you and he found each other at that moment made you with your senses heightened, paying a little more attention than necessary. Of course, you saw Heeseung up close, in his most intimate form, just as he saw you too. So that would be a good explanation for why you felt strange when he, at that moment, directed the smiles that you knew so well, at you.

Looking down at the exact second that Heeseung took off your panties, you noticed how lost in thought you were at that moment. Did he undress you so quickly or were you thinking too much about his smile to notice that now you were both naked? It didn’t matter, the job was done and now you fought against your racing heartbeat as Heeseung’s face lowered to be level with your pussy.

As if asking permission with a glance directed at your face, you nodded slowly as he adjusted himself between your legs and placed a kiss on your thigh. His lips tickled your skin before sliding down to your groin and finally finding your pussy.

“Heeseung— shit” you held back a moan between your lips as the tip of his tongue touched your clit. Swollen and in need of his full attention which he was more than willing to give.

Heeseung wrapped one hand around your thigh, bringing the other to your pussy to part your labia and spread all your wetness on his fingertips. It was a sight he didn’t think he would ever see, but one he couldn’t stop seeing now. He needed to be in that position at least once a day, if possible. Heeseung’s fingers made their way across your pussy lips until they reached your hole, circling it before pushing in. He looked up, his face fucking gorgeous as you fought the urge to open your eyes.

He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on your bundle of nerves at the same time his finger was inserted into your hole. The two sensations flooded you as you let out the most beautiful moan. It wasn't scandalous at all, on the contrary, it was low and sensual. A reminder of how Heeseung was making you feel with just a few seconds of giving your pussy proper attention.

Moving his finger inside you, he included another and the two began working in and out of your hole. The wet sound of his fingers fucking you along with the moans you were letting out made his cock throb. Heeseung felt himself getting harder and harder, aching and wanting to be inside you as soon as possible.

“Hee” you moaned that nickname that had been heard only a few times, but that was enough to make him want to hear it again. This seemed to motivate you a little more, because Heeseung inserted the third finger into your pussy and, leaning down again, he went back to kissing your clit and any other place his mouth could reach.

It seemed like the way he kissed your mouth, kissing your pussy so perfectly that you were going crazy. Your hands found their way into his hair, tangling a few strands without having enough strength to pull them out. You focused as much as possible on how well Heeseung was fucking you and his fingers curling inside your warm walls. It was the second time you had sex, but it seemed like he knew every spot on your body and how you should be touched.

Heeseung felt your hole tighten against his fingers, licking your clit more slowly, although the intrusion of his fingers into your hole wasn't that slow. He smiled against your pussy, lifting his face from there and crawling until his face was flush with yours. His fingers didn't stop fucking you even though his mouth was far from your pussy.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked in a deep and hoarse whisper, making you open your eyes and almost actually cum at that moment. His chin was covered in saliva and your wetness, making Heeseung even hotter than he looked.

You nodded quickly to him, bringing one of your hands to Heeseung's chin and sliding your thumb over the spots on his skin to clean it. Any other time this would have been kind of cute, warming both of your hearts with the act. Although he appreciated your care even if he didn't mind having a little bit of you stuck to his chin.

“I want you to cum looking into my eyes” he whispered “Can you do that?”

You had no way of knowing if you were capable of it, especially when his fingers started fucking you again so slowly, but so intensely. He made sure to go all the way to his knuckles, rotating and scissoring inside you with precision. Wanting to feel your warm walls enveloping them as he penetrated you. A scream burst from your throat when his thumb touched your clit, where his lips had been minutes ago. You moved your hips to match the movements of his fingers and that made Heeseung almost go crazy.

Your hands went back to touching his hair, one of them going to the back of his neck to pull his face close to yours. Heeseung kissed you to share a little of your taste on his tongue, to show you how addictive you were not only to the kiss but to the taste of your pussy that he was already starting to get addicted to. This was starting to get too much for you, the way he moved his tongue around as he kissed you to muffle your moans and the way his fingers filled you up nicely. A few more small strokes and a particularly hard press on your clit and you came undone, cumming all over his fingers and squeezing them like Heeseung remembered your pussy being capable of.

He held you throughout your orgasm, his fingers still inside you until your walls stopped convulsing and tightening. Slowly sliding out with all of your cum running down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.

“That was…” your words slowly faded as you noticed him pull away a little, enough for him to be able to place his hand between your face and his. The glow of your essence covering every little part of Heeseung’s fingers made your face heat up. It wasn’t the first time you had cum with him, but seeing it so close made you feel shy… You came all that and only on his fingers?

With an air of pride for having been the cause of it, Heeseung smiled before bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking every little drop of you. Fucking hot. He licked it all up with determination, just like he had done on your pussy until there was nothing left for him to clean.

“That was what?” he turned his attention back to you, a small smile on his lips as he leaned in again and now Heeseung's hips were pressed against yours.

Your pussy was still sensitive as his throbbing cock made contact with your folds. He let out a hiss, low and whimpering at the warm sensation that hadn't yet enveloped him. You wanted to surprise him just like he did to you, so slowly your lips enveloped his. A slow kiss to calm your heart that was still racing from the post-orgasm, but preparing yourself for what was on your mind as you felt him melt into your lips.

It was the calmness of Heeseung kissing you and the way you took his lips at that moment. Feeling the attention you gave to each caress, when your hands slid over his body… He just didn't count on how fast it was when you grabbed his dick and slid the red and sensitive head into your entrance.

“Y/n… Fuck, holy shit” he moaned. Being taken by surprise by the sensation, but unable to contain himself when he felt your hot hole envelop him. Quickly his hips pushed forward as if he was trained to do it, as if Heeseung needed to do it without thinking, just being close to your pussy like something magnetic to his dick.

In a quick movement, his entire dick was inside you, and you both moaned at the same second. You because you felt filled by his dick, killing the longing that was to have him inside you. That would never be admitted out loud. While he felt the warmth and sponginess of your walls enveloping every inch of his dick. A hot embrace that he needed more than ever. Another thing that wouldn't be admitted out loud either.

Heeseung adjusted himself, one hand resting on the side of your head while the other found its way to your hip. Supporting himself and squeezing the flesh of your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes before starting to move.

You remember that the first time you two had sex, Heeseung practically fucked you. The force with which his cock entered and left you, the way he ate you out and you sucked him. It was an almost angry but needy sex, where the two of you poured out teasing and moaning. But this time was different. He also remembered the way you and he gave yourselves to each other the first time. How his hips tortured yours as his cock went in and out, hearing you moan his name so much that Heeseung could think it was devotion to him.

But this time he moved masterfully. Slowly and carefully, but each time his dick entered, Heeseung went intensely to the bottom, putting just enough force to make his dick enter you completely and reach the limit that was being in your pussy, reaching your deepest point. His dick slid perfectly inside you, combining his pre-cum with your fluids and the cum from the previous orgasm, all combined with the way he moved.

To add even more intensity to the sex, Heeseung remained with his gaze fixed on your eyes. His hand on your hip tightened as he managed to reach the bottom of your pussy or when your walls squeezed him at a certain point. He was on cloud nine every time your hole swallowed him and he felt your walls being slid by every inch of him.

“Y/n” the whisper of his voice made you mumble softly, as if answering his call and telling him that you were listening. Not wanting to say too much or simply interrupt what he wanted to say to you “That’s amazing” he slowly kissed your lips, the hand on your hip sliding down to grip your thigh “You’re amazing.”

He didn’t even care if it had been said that way or how you would react. By the way your eyes were soft on him, your mouth half open letting moans escape, Heeseung could tell you felt the same way.

“You’re an idiot” you whispered “But you’re amazing too, Heeseung” he chuckled against your lips as he kissed you again.

The sharing of each movement of your tongues as they danced in sync with his hips that were still moving against yours. His cock throbbed inside your pussy indicating that he wouldn't last much longer than that, although your pussy was addictive and he could fuck you all night. But Heeseung wasn't that strong when it came to you – at least not in the last week that he discovered what sex with you was like – so cumming was more than a necessity for him at that moment.

He quickened the pace of his thrusts, the sound of his pelvis hitting against your thighs quickly in search of the apex to share a little more intimacy. Heeseung thrust his cock into you fast, but with a certain care that made your chest heat up. And that was a combination of the overwhelming sensations that the two of you were sharing. His cock went to the limit, touching your cervix as he started and going a little harder and faster to fuck you with a little more need.

Heeseung rested his forehead against yours again, a silent plea that he wanted to see you cum with him or simply see your expression when the two of you came together. And with a few more strokes you felt the burning in the pit of your stomach. Your hands ran to hold his face, afraid that the two of you would turn away and you wouldn't be able to look at him while you came undone on his cock.

“Hee” you called him before moaning close to his mouth, sharing accelerated breaths before your walls closed around his cock, cumming hard. More than the first time on his fingers.

That was too much for Heeseung to handle, he wouldn't be able to hold back the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock. Your cum slid all over his length and hitting against his pelvis. Heeseung felt his balls ache as he continued to pound his cock into you until he finally came. The hot and long jets of cum inside your pussy, hitting your insides hard. He moaned your name tirelessly as he continued to move in search of prolonging both orgasms.

For a long moment, the two of you remained in that position, trying to normalize your breathing, which was still more than accelerated. Heeseung held you as if his life depended on it, and so did you. Little by little, after your pussy stopped squeezing him and his cock stopped twitching, he slowly raised his hips to pull out of you. Both of you moaning together were almost no longer connected as before, he threw himself next to you on the bed.

“Don’t move” Heeseung whispered, although he knew you didn’t have the strength to do it. With great difficulty, he got up and made the well-known path to the bathroom outside the room. Thankfully, no one had arrived from the party yet, having the apartment just for the two of you. When Heeseung returned to the room, he had a small smile on his lips as he lay down next to you again, bending over you.

“What…” he seemed to have the power to interrupt you on the strangest occasions, catching you by surprise with unexpected actions. He cleaned you carefully, leaving no trace of the two of you between your legs, just like he had done in the bathroom with himself a few seconds ago. Heeseung discarded the damp paper in the trash next to the computer table, lying down next to you again and wrapping his arm around your waist. Just like he had done the first night you and he slept together.

But this time it didn’t seem so strange to you. What was strange was that you liked the feeling of having him so close like this, facing him and resting your hands on Heeseung’s exposed chest.

“So you…”

“Don’t say anything to provoke me now or I’ll hit you” it was your turn to interrupt him, making Heeseung laugh as he pulled you closer and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You didn't know what happened to you after Heeseung touched you, because every little thing he did made your whole body shiver.

“I was just going to say…” he whispered, his lips close to your ear, but with a subtle tone that was rarely – if ever – used with you “If you still think you hate me.”

“I do” you answered quickly. Heeseung laughed against your ear, lifting his face so he could look at you.

“Then I hate you too” he said back, pressing his lips against yours, but not kissing them like he always did when he was close enough to you. “Can we hate each other like we did today, then?”

It was your turn to laugh, making Heeseung feel strange now. His heart skipped a beat at the brightness in your eyes and the way you frowned when you were smiling like that. Was he paying too much attention or were the two of you close enough that he couldn't notice anything other than you and what you were doing? He wasn't sure.

“I think we can hate each other like this” you replied, seeing the small hint of happiness in his eyes and in the smile he gave you.

Pressing his lips slowly to yours, you let him kiss you so subtly like you never thought would happen. Because after all, you and Heeseung hated each other.

And you would hate each other the same way you did in his bed.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #enhypen heeseung #enha smut #heeseung fluff #enhypen fluff #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #heeseung hard hours #enha fics #enha fluff #enhypen masterlist #enhypen imagines #bay writes.

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starbunii · 2 months ago

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I'm not sure if you're still doing requests, so if you aren't please just ignore this 😓

If you are tho, could I request Venti, Wanderer, Feminet, and Lyney (idk your character limit so if that's too many please just get rid of whichever you want) with a reader who hates PDA. Not like the reader necessarily minds others doing it, they just don't like being a part of it. Maybe reader had a past relationship where their partner took it too far all the time and made them uncomfortable frequently so reader kind of shuts down when one of the characters try it.

(I really love your wrighting btw! Not even exaggerating, you're my number 1 favorite author! I've never requested anything so I'm sorry if I did this wrong or rudely!)

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𝜗𝜚 ┈ venti, wanderer, freminet, lyney x reader (seperate) ! ｡

notes: honestly i really do love this request!! i can kind of relate to it, since i kind of hate being touched lol. also im super excited to be writing for fremi for the first time; i really do love him a lot!! thank you for being so sweet anon <3

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venti

as usual, this man is 75% pout. he just wants to hold you and kiss you and pinch your wittle cheeks!!!!

when you don't respond, he's incredibly confused. that confusion turns into concern once he sees your face

he's immediately whisking you somewhere a bit more hidden, making sure you're all right. Safe to say, he won't try any PDA for a while; not until you're comfortable, at least

wanderer

Honestly, I'm not even sure he would really partake in PDA. I think he would have to be in the mood for it; which he rarely is

However, I don't think he would try to do anything without asking first. He's weird about touch too

He'd try to hold your hand, before quickly pulling away out of sheer awkwardness. He'd offer you a small chuckle and a tiny smile, before continuing to walk by your side

freminet

He wants to hold you and kiss you all over and squeeze you until you pop, but in front of people...? no. he's far too reserved for that

Essentially, he's not too fond of PDA either. He's not used to being touched aside from the occasional pat on the shoulder; and even that's just used in a professional context

He'd attempt to hold you more in private, but even that would take him a minute to get used to. he's more adjusted to being close with/observing otters and fish... you are very clearly not an otter or a fish..

lyney

unlike his brother, lyney is all over you all the time. yes, even in public

of course, he tones it down once he realizes it's not exactly your cup of tea, but it does not stop him from bragging about you every chance he gets. he doesn't have to be holding you to show you off

you're still his show stopper regardless. he'll love up on you in private, and then very loudly brag about you to anyone who dares to have ears

#ghost.writes #venti #genshin barbatos #venti x reader #wanderer #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #freminet #freminet x reader #lyney #lyney x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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redflagshipwriter · 3 months ago

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Nest Swap 9

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Having a mission changed everything.

Tim took full advantage of his new knowledge of the holy manuals. The first rule that he took to heart was that he was meant to be armed. Of course! It made sense.

Unfortunately, he was also not meant to take any weapon onto the field that he hadn’t trained with. Tim thought hard for a while whether or not a suburban house counted as ‘in the field’, but it seemed like he should pay lip service to Batman’s rule. So he got some sharp things that seemed interesting and spent some time throwing them at a target. They kind of looked like Batarangs, but… different.

“I don’t think bats change shape in the next ten years or so,” Tim muttered. He gave another half hearted throw. The thing dinged off the wall below his target. “So this isn’t meant to be a bat shape. Did Batman rebrand to the Birdman and no one fixed his wiki page yet? Is this a parallel universe and not my actual future?”

It occurred to him that it might be a bird because of Robin. But come on, Robins didn’t use sharp things. Robin was a child. It was irresponsible for children to use blades.

Tim sent another thingy into the wall. It hit with the pointy end first this time and sank an inch into the wall to the right of the target. He held his breath as it wiggled for a moment. Then it went still without falling.

“Yes!” He punched the air. Thank gosh! He was getting bored with that. It was good to be done with training. It was kind of dull.

Steps one and two were finished. He had a weapon and he had trained with it. Tim went back to his list. The next technical skill set was lock picking. That was super easy and fun! Tim enjoyed the clear diagrams and explanations. There wasn’t anything to practice with, but he thought that he had the concept down handily. He grabbed a set of lockpicks for his khaki pockets.

He needed to do a little more to understand the patterns of the target, as well as their background. Tim considered asking Jason for any information, but he probably didn’t have any. Maybe he wasn’t very good at googling. So he just did it. The Sausage Guy was more commonly known as Benedict Orange, a name that Tim really liked and mentally stored away to use as an alias when he was a superhero.

Anyway. Tim figured out how old the guy was, where he’d gone to school, and a bunch of other stuff like the record of his marriage ten years ago.

“Huh,” Tim said, brows furrowed. “I didn’t find a divorce record. But he’s single now?” Mr. Orange had accounts on a lot of dating sites. He was using his engagement photo for the profile photo, with his wife cut out.

That was weird. He tried to find the wife, but there wasn’t anything more recent than 8 years ago, when she’d announced that she was quitting her job on social media.

…Tim had kind of a bad feeling about that.

He put a pin in it for now, but he had a small theory at the back of his mind that started with ‘I think this guy killed his wife.’

Maybe that was how the human sausage thing started. Maybe he’d killed her on impulse and then needed a way to get rid of the body. And then maybe he’d gotten a taste for it.

Tim shuddered. Okay, okay, he was for real done thinking about this! Big yucky.

Benny Orange was an office worker with a title that Tim didn’t really understand. It seemed vague to the point of uselessness, but then again, that was office work. The relevant thing was that he got home around 6 pm, and he left at 8 am.

It was 10 in the morning. Tim could get over there and toss Benny’s home before the end of the workweek if he hurried. The manual said that you should never spend more than an hour investigating an unsecured location. It also said that you should file a report or directly inform someone of where you’d be.

That part made Tim pause for a moment before he remembered that he’d told Jason. Jason would probably check on him when he woke up, or whatever.

Tim found an equipment belt that he could wrap around his waist twice to buckle on. He put his sharp things in it. Then he untucked his shirt, because he had tucked it in out of habit and that would make it harder to access his weapons. He frowned as he did it. It just felt wrong.

He put on his shoes and got out the door. He didn’t have a lot of time to waste if he wanted to be able to take his time, so Tim hailed a taxi to cross most of the distance this time. He was grateful that Mrs. Henderson was gone and there was no chance of seeing her. Last time had been a little bit of a disaster. Needing civilian help to get into the building was not a winning move.

He had bat-approved lockpicks this time. He went to the front door and did his best.

It turned out that maybe he should have practiced? Tim started to sweat out in the open. It felt like someone was staring at his back. He looked at the houses around. No one was at their windows or walking outside. He started jumping whenever the tall herbs in Mr. Orange's garden swayed in the breeze. He had a lot of plants.

His hands were shaking. The sweat made his shirt stick to his back. He was going to get caught and in so much trouble.

When the door finally opened, Tim offered up a thanks to Bast, because he assumed the cat goddess was more likely to be pro-breaking and entering than other gods. That logic was just based off of what he knew about Catwoman, honestly.

The first glimpse into Benedict Orange's home was disappointingly normal. He had vinyl flooring (easy to clean!), leather furniture, and a big flat TV high up on the wall. He didn’t have enough knickknacks and there was no art. There was a wood and glass case that was full of identical, unlabeled bottles with something red in it. Hot sauce? Was he a hot sauce guy?

Tim mentally reclassified Mr. Orange further down the list of ‘people I could talk to at a cocktail party.’

The place had the same layout as Mrs. Henderson’s place, just in reverse. Tim beelined to the kitchen because.. Well.

He just did.

The counter space where Mrs. Henderson had a hot water kettle, a big stand mixer, and a toaster was mostly clear here. Mr. Orange only had one piece of cooking machinery. Tim didn’t know it. He squinted at it. It was a big shiny stainless steel thing. It had a metal tray, a wheel, and like… a nozzle. When he climbed on a chair to look down, he could see there was a little tunnel tube thing where you could put stuff inside the body of the machine.

Weird. Moving on!

He checked inside the fridge. He stared for a moment of aghast silence. There was a stack of takeout containers, a bunch of seasonings in the door, and a stack of tupperware with something red in them.

Cautiously, Tim dug one out and opened it.

“That’s raw meat,” he said, voice high. He put the box back in and then hesitated. Maybe he should be like, taking it? Or taking a sample? To see what animal it came from?

“I’ll think about it.” Tim shut the fridge a little harder than he needed to and beat feet out of the kitchen. He started checking the other rooms. He found the master bedroom. His nose wrinkled. “I don’t think he’s restyled this since Brenda died,” Tim complained. He looked at the curtains with extreme judgment. They were so outdated it wasn’t even funny, but they also weren’t retro yet!

Oh. Wait. Belatedly, Tim remembered that it was ten years into his future. So, maybe they were retro now. Anyways, Brenda had liked the trend for chickens and roosters. There were chickens and roosters everywhere in the decor, including a cute print of what was obviously intended to be a husband and wife pair snuggling on a sofa.

His heart hurt a little. He looked at it a little too long.

Tim took a deep breath. Then he went back to looking for evidence. There wasn’t much in the bedroom, so clearly Mr. Orange had a personal office elsewhere. There were two more rooms in the apartment.

Tim opened the next door. The room was mostly a guest bedroom, with the notable exception of a huge chest freezer and a weird long wooden bar across the room.

Tim shut the door.

The last room was the office. There was a desk, a file cabinet, and a lockbox full of women’s drivers licenses.

“Yeah, okay,” Tim said under his breath. “He’s a serial killer.” He took photos and sent them to Jason immediately with the subject line “Yeah he’s a killer!!!”

Then he got down to sorting through the papers to see if there was anything else. Jason was a Robin, Tim supposed, so he’d need the evidence to show the police. It would be helpful if he just went and sorted it out now. He found warranties for the TV, the new freezer, and he presumed that ‘Meat Grinder’ meant the thing in the kitchen.

“I appreciate that he’s so organized, actually,” Tim muttered. He was hunched over digging through the bottom drawer now.

A key went into a door.

Tim froze stock still. He slowly, silently shut the drawer. He stared at the closed door to the living room. On the other side of it, Mr. Orange unlocked and opened the front door. Tim slowly looked up, saw 12:14 on the clock, and vaguely registered that sometimes people come home on their lunch breaks.

The front door shut. There was a quiet metal sound that Tim thought was probably the chain lock. The chain lock that was too high for him to move without a chair to stand on.

Okay. Uh. He looked around for a place to hide. The best option was under the desk. Tim crawled through the legs of the chair, heart beating furiously.

He weighed his options. Wait it out and hope Mr. Orange didn’t come in?

…Seemed risky. But there was no way he was going to run out past the guy to the front door. At least, the odds that he’d get grabbed were just not good, not when he didn’t know where Mr. Orange was.

Alright. Tim knew reality. He might not be able to get out of this on his own. At the very least, he should let Jason know what was going on so that they could add his murder to the list of charges. And maybe Jason was close by to help? Wayne Manor was awfully far away, so probably not. But it didn’t hurt to try.

He got his phone back out and was silently very glad that he had it. Jason had responded to his message. Tim didn’t take the time to read it, instead typing up a blank email with the subject line “um might need help asap :( he here”. He sent it. Then he huddled down to wait.

Noises came from the kitchen- the suction as the fridge opened. The beep of the microwave. A man’s voice saying, “What the fuck? Did I leave this here?”

His blood turned ice cold.

‘What did I do?’ Tim desperately tried to remember what he’d touched in the kitchen. Had he really moved something around? He didn’t remember anything! His heart rate went up like crazy.

The door opened. Tim flinched. His whole body started shaking uncontrollably.

Oh. No. It wasn’t this door yet. It was the door to the next room, the spare bedroom. He heard the weird squelch of the chest freezer opening. Then the closet door squeaked open. Something heavy moved around.

“Well, it wasn’t you,” said Mr. Orange. There was a mean satisfaction in his tone. The heavy thing moved again.

Tim’s brain went a bit blank.

Who was he talking to? Was there someone in the apartment? Hidden behind something heavy?

He opened up another email. Jason hadn’t responded, so there was no way to know if he’d seen. Tim hastily typed up, “I think there’s a living hostage in the house” and sent it as the door to the office opened.

He hugged his arms around his knees and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh gosh. Oh heck. Oh no, oh no. He bit his lower lip and broke skin.

‘No. I can’t be a baby about this.’

It was really hard with how stiff his fingers felt. But Tim put the phone in his pocket and wrestled the sharp bird weapon out. He held it clumsily. And he watched Mr. Orange’s feet move around the room. They walked around the room. He saw the curtains move as Mr. Orange pulled them to check no one was hiding there. Then he knew that Mr. Orange was coming to his hiding spot.

Tim swallowed. He waited until Mr. Orange’s feet were in sight. He stabbed his sharp thing down through the top of Mr. Orange’s sock.

Mr. Orange bellowed and fell back against his filing cabinet.

Tim scrambled out and ran.

He went towards the front door on automatic and nearly got there before he looked up and saw that yes, the chain lock was on. He couldn’t reach it.

“You little shit!” Mr. Orange bellowed. He lunged at Tim. Tim barely dodged. He jabbed at him again without looking and barreled towards the door to Mrs. Henderson’s apartment. It only had a doorknob lock. He unlatched it, praying that she had not changed her ideas about the open door policy. The door handle turned.

He threw himself into the room and slammed the door shut. He clicked the little button lock.

Mr. Orange hit the door, hard. It shook. He wasn’t saying anything anymore. There was something about that which struck Tim as absolutely terrifying. Didn’t people bellow and yell when they were mad?

He looked towards Mrs. Henderson’s door. The door shook again as Mr. Orange hit it.

Wood splintered.

If he went out Mrs. Henderson’s front door he could sprint for it. What were the odds he could outrun a grown man? If he did, wouldn’t Mr. Orange just get in his car? Potential witnesses had made Mr. Orange back off before, but he was more invested now in silencing Tim. And there was no one around. Tim had checked.

The door splintered again. He could see Mr. Orange’s shoulder. Then a socked foot.

‘I don’t think I stabbed his foot well enough,’ some distant part of Tim’s brain catalogued. ‘He’s still moving on it. If I live past this, I’m going to commit to the next stabbing with more enthusiasm.’

He bolted for the stand where Mrs. Henderson kept her mace. He was just out of sight from Mr. Orange’s hole in the door. His heart thudded so loud. His shaking had stopped. The mace didn’t feel heavy.

‘If I was taller, i’d aim for the face. I can’t pull that off. I’ll aim for center mass. He may block with an arm, but theoretically his arm will be hurt enough that I’ll be able to pull back and make another swing.’

There was a catastrophic smash from inside Mr. Orange’s apartment.

Then a “What the fuck-” that got cut off a little early. Mr. Orange sounded mad and confused.

A thud. Two smaller thuds. A clicking. Tim wanted so badly to know what was going on.

A hand reached through the hole in the door and unlatched the lock.

Tim swallowed. He readied a swing.

The door opened.

Tim took a step forward and swung Mrs. Henderson’s antique mace with maximum strength directly into the armored center mass of a guy who was NOT Mr. Orange.

“Oh my gosh,” Tim said, horrified, at the instant he connected. The guy was looking forward. He looked down too late, just as the mace hit.

There was sort of a bounce. The mace bounced back off the tummy armor without digging in or drawing blood. Half of Tim was relieved, and half was terrified that his plan had failed.

The guy doubled over and made a sound that was a lot like GURK. He clutched at his torso with one arm and pointed a gun at Tim with the other.

Tim put his hands up.

The guy looked at Tim. Presumably. It was hard to tell through his ugly red motorcycle helmet.

“I really should have known.”

His mechanical voice was scary.

Bad guy!

Tim took his chances and another swing before the guy could shoot him. He expected to hear a shot as he smashed his mace again. The guy yelped and jerked backwards to avoid getting hit. Then there was a thud.

Tim peered through the door cautiously. The guy had tripped over Mr. Orange. Mr. Orange was laying on the floor facedown, arms zip tied behind his back.

“Oh, sorry,” Tim apologized. He took a couple steps over to put the mace back away. He gave Mr. Orange a wide berth.

“I never would have guessed that the Red Hood used kids like this,” Mr. Orange said meanly. He narrowed his eyes at Tim. “Small, even for bait.”

The Red Hood guy pointed his gun at Mr. Orange’s head. Tim shrieked.

The Red guy stopped. He seemed to look at Tim again. He had some really bad words. “Alright.” He got back up to his feet and put the gun away.

Right. He’d probably just been joking or something. Tim belatedly registered the control it must have taken to not accidentally shoot while being attacked and falling over.

Oh. Wait. It was a huge coincidence that a hero came right now, unless-

‘Is this Jason?’ Tim felt his eyebrows go all the way up. He wanted to ask a million questions. His mouth was firmly glued shut, though. Partly it was infosec. But it was also embarrassment.

#red nest swap

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itsfairly · 9 months ago

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Two Negatives Make a Positive // Nanami Kento x f!reader

word count: 2.4k

cw: f!reader, neighbors to lovers, valentine's inspired (not mentioned but that's the main idea), not proofread

summary: dating can be tricky and nanami has confirmed that fact tonight on his date. but as he gets home and sees his neighbor alone by the stairs, he gets the feeling he isn't the only one with a bad night.

notes: i have no notes other than you can tell when things started to flow for him in this one.

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His date wasn’t going well. Not because his date was rude or not interested, but it didn’t feel like a date. Rather than feeling his cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling, Nanami felt he was just being polite rather than smitten. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions so quickly, he thought, maybe as the date went on things would fall into place to meet again.

But things never seem to fall just right. Conversation was bland and when it seemed like it would get better, the moment didn’t seem to last for longer than a few seconds whether because of an interruption or because that was the end of that thread. They couldn’t seem to find their pace, resulting in multiple occasions when they ended up interrupting each other mid-sentence, maybe her sneaking her phone down the table as if to escape the awkwardness of the situation, which only made it worse in his eyes. It was obvious to know that, despite the kind “we should do this again sometime”, they wouldn’t meet each other for a second date.

After walking his date to their car, Nanami sighs, running his fingers through his hair. This one wasn’t as lucky either. Neither was the last, and the one before that, and the one before that…when did dating become so complicated? Even with this many ways to meet other people, the universe didn’t seem to help him much with his cards. Again, it wasn't like the people he met were horrible, they were always polite and even lovely, but it didn’t seem to click with any of them. Nanami was beginning to think that maybe he was looking for a spark that didn’t exist for many people, that he was having too high of expectations and he had to lower them to his dismay.

For now, he just wanted to be alone, maybe have something to get rid of that sad taste in his mouth once he got home. The drive was nothing noteworthy, simply love songs playing on the radio no matter how much he tried to avoid them by changing stations, almost as if the universe decided that mocking him was much more fun than helping him in his predicament. But eventually he gets home, but he also sees you. His neighbor was all dressed up and sitting by the entrance of the building with your phone in your hand.

Of course he knew you, but he had to admit he had to double check to confirm it was you. He just never caught you looking so…elegant like this, you were always rushing out of the building and coming back so exhausted from work that you always kept your appearance simple to make it easier to maintain. Not tonight. Tonight it was obvious that you took the time to impress someone: flowery dress with heels, blush and glossy lips, string earrings that match your necklace, along with a small purse that kept you company on the side. Another thing that was different was your face, not because of the make up but because of your expression. Rather than the bright and confident look that you always wore, you were looking down with a soured expression, letting out a frown as you put your phone down and buried your face in your hands.

While Nanami did know you, it wasn’t anything beyond neighbors. Hello and good evening accompanied by small talk for the sake of being polite, nothing more. But it wasn’t like he could just walk past you when you were obviously distressed. It might not be his place as a guy that happened to live in the same building as you, but he couldn’t ignore that you were alone outside and all dressed up. His mind made two and two together and decided to walk up ahead to you.

“Seems like I’m not the only one ending the night on a bad note.” Nanami said, trying to sound as casual as possible. He didn’t want to seem as if all he wanted was to downplay what you were going through.

You run your hands up through your hair, looking up at Nanami before you. Just like you, he was dressed quite elegantly, his blazer hanging around his arm and revealing the rest of his white shirt and black vest. He always dressed quite professional, being a businessman and all, as well as always looking quite stressed. Tonight though, he seemed let down, just like you did.

“You’re a man, right?” You asked, sounding gloomy. Before he could express his confusion to the question, you continued with, “explain to me why a guy would cancel a date five minutes before it.”

So it was as he thought, he got much luckier than you by not getting stood up by his date like you were. Offering a sympathetic chuckle, he sits down one the stairs with you. Not by your side but on the opposite side of the stairs to you. It was one thing for a date to not work like this, but it was another one to get canceled at the last minute, practically to be denied the chance to know whether or not it would lead to something more. It was a quite immature move to cancel so quickly and out of nowhere, especially when it seemed like you really put a lot of consideration into tonight if you looked like that.

“Do you want a polite answer or my answer?” He asks, bringing his hands together as he rests his elbows on his legs.

“Whichever is more real.” You mumbled.

Nanami sighs, looking up at the night sky as he searches for an answer. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, especially considering that your date’s actions are nowhere near your responsibility, but he knew how it could be so easy to beat yourself up over it if you looked distressed over it.

“Maybe he got cold feet at the last minute, realized that dating isn’t his thing or found someone else. Regardless, if he canceled minutes before your date, they are not worth your time if they disrespect you so quickly.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head on your knees, looking straight ahead. Nanami could only hope that his words weren’t too harsh on you, so he decides to add onto his answer to soften whatever blow he might have landed.

“Besides, a man doesn't cancel a date so close to it. Maybe you got lucky avoiding such an immature guy just now.”

You chuckled, the corner of your lips lifting for a second in appreciation. You turn to look at him, your back resting against the stairs rail with a sigh.

“I know it has nothing to do with me or that I did something wrong, it’s just that I was excited for tonight. You know, that giddiness that comes on a date, getting to know each other, and…just hoping for more…”

As your words trail off, the two of you sit in silence, letting those feelings of disappointment come back up for Nanami. Those experiences you described were the ones he felt he was left out of tonight, instead getting brushed to the side at times by getting interrupted or his date focusing on something else other than their date together, as well as hoping for the date to either end or get better rather than wishing more of it. Of course, you probably felt the same as him, deprived of what so many people call the purpose of life. What a joke, he thought. If the purpose of life was to find someone you loved, then why was it so hard for some over others.

It felt weird for this to be his first conversation with you outside of small talk and other neighborly matters, but at the same time there was this odd comfort in knowing he wasn’t the only one feeling robbed of some romance for tonight, someone to share his misery with, even if you two were yet to know each other better.

“Being on the date isn’t easier either,” Nanami broke the silence with a light scoff.

You raise your brow at him, taking a good look up and down before asking, “Is that why you're all dressed up? I mean, you’re always looking very fancy and elegant. It’s just that tonight you looked like you were headed to somewhere nice.”

He chuckled, surprised at the subtle compliment, he doesn't comet much about it. “I did. It just wasn’t the date I was hoping for.”

You softened, your brows pinching together as your shoulders relaxed. “Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t bad. She didn't do anything outrageous, but it was just uncomfortable. Not because of first date nerves, but because we didn't really click.” Nanami explained, shrugging his shoulders to show that it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t that things didn’t work out on this particular date that bothered him anyways, it was that things weren't working out for quite some time and it was growing frustrating for him.

You nodded, taking in his words as well as his frustration. It was a different kind of frustration to yours at the moment, but it was the same feeling. You two were still looking for that romance that simply didn’t seem to come to either of you just yet, no matter how hard you tried to find it.

“Seems like dating is hard for the both of us.” You chuckled, resting your head against the railing. “It’s too tricky. Maybe we should start a support group for the romantically challenged."

Nanami chuckles, no, he laughs. It was enough to lift up his spirits after bringing them down. He shrugs, looking at you with a sympathetic smile, “That would mean we would have to find other people to join in.”

“I think people would be embarrassed to even join. You know, between dating apps and all, they would feel like there’s no excuse to complain about being single.”

“Then it can be just the two of us. It seems like we understand each other right now.”

You smile, making Nanami’s mood improve when he sees that smile that you always wear. That smile simply pulls your look together, brighter than the jewelry you’re wearing and softer than the dress around your body. It was strange. He just came out of a nice restaurant, the kind that has a nice dinner with dim lights, and he was having much more fun at the stairs of his building with his neighbor. One moment frustrated that his date didn’t click and the next feeling his lips curl up because of your smile, a smile that was because of him.

It took a second for him to realize that he was smiling much more sincerely before you than he did before his date tonight, a smile that not only reached his cheeks but also his eyes. That his chest was warming up with that feeling he has been seeking for longer than just this evening. That things were clicking.

After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up, his voice softer and tender, “I should’ve said this before, but you look really pretty tonight.”

Your smile softens as your head tilts downwards to look down at your clothes, as if you had forgotten that you had gotten ready for tonight, before looking back up to him, “oh, thank you…you look very nice yourself. Well, you always do, considering that this…” you signal to his clothes up and down with your hand, “...is what you wear on a daily basis. It’s a really good look on you.”

He chuckles, looking downwards for a second as he thinks on what to respond before he realizes he has a blazer on his lap. He looks up at the sky, the moon high on the night with the stars shining all around it, making him remember your smile and the earrings that frame your face nicely. He thinks that sight of you looks just as beautiful as the sky right now…

“Thank you. I wasn’t saying it to be nice though. I meant it and it’s a shame that they canceled and missed out on such a lovely person.” He reaffirms, scooting a bit closer to you.

You hummed, not scooting away from him or pushing him away. In fact, it seemed like your eyes couldn’t drift away from him. Whether it was the moon shining on them or something else, there was a shine to them now. He liked it. He really really liked it.

“Say,” Nanami clears his throat, swallowing his nerves as he looks at you with a hint of shyness now that he realized how much of a reaction he was having at the moment, “since we’re both so dressed up, what if we go out for a drink? To end the night on a better note.”

You chuckled, nodding at his proposal as you extended your hand for him to grab. “Thought you never ask.” You say playfully, your smile reaching your eyes as they squinted slightly.

Nanami chuckles as well, getting up from the stairs and standing in front of you to take your hand. As he lifts you up the stairs, he wraps his blazer around you, meeting a soft “oh” from your lips. When you try to take it off, insisting that he doesn't need to, he shakes his head.

“Please, it’s already late out here and cold. At least until we reach my car.” He insists, tilting his head down towards you to meet your eyes.

You keep your hands on his blazer, pulling it closer to you by the edges of it as you thank him. It was a nice feeling, maybe this is what he meant earlier when he called the guy that stood you up as immature because here he was as his contrast. Nanami wasn’t even your date until a few seconds ago and he was already making you feel all those butterflies in your stomach, that giddiness, that excitement of getting to know him…maybe this was what it meant to go out with a man that knew the kind of relationship he wanted. Secure and upfront, but also tender and considerate.

Opening the door of the car for you, Nanami helps you into the seat and then walks around the car on his own, a genuine smile on his face as he drives off to a café you recommended just now. As he drove, those same love songs from earlier keep playing on the radio, making him thank the universe for letting things play out the way they were supposed to. Now, not only did he know you two would do this again soon, but he also got that spark he has been looking for with you.

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sunflowerrosewood · 9 months ago

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Take a Bullet For You ~ Mafia! Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a mafia alternative universe

You just moved into the New York area to open your coffee shop under your apartment. You knew it was insane to move into an area where one of the roughest mafia gangs resided. The big mafia leader was named James Barnes nicknamed Bucky the Sniper. You knew all of this but continued to move in and set up shop. You didn’t think he was near.

While you were moving in, Bucky was watching from across the street with his right hand man, Steve. From what he gathered was that you were just a coffee shop owner but he still was intrigued you picked a shitty neighborhood. You seemed confident even though most of your customers would be his mafia.

“Why are we watching her?” Steve asked. “She’s not important to what we need done.”

“She’s interesting.” Bucky said.

“Oh no! Don’t get all lovey dovey on me. She wouldn’t walk two seconds in our direction.” Steve snapped.

You continued to set shop up so you could open in the next few days. You opened the shop two days later and a bulky gruff man was your customer. You figured you’d see sketchy people but not the head of the mafia game. He was wearing all black. Combat boots, leather jacket, tighter jeans.

“Good morning. How may I help you?” You asked, feeling a bit of nervousness settling in.

“Just a cup of black coffee with a spoonful of sugar ma’am.” He said as he put a $20 on the counter.

“Okay let me get your change.”

“Wait. Just keep it. You’re new, arntcha?” The guy said.

“Just moved in a few days ago. I’m Y/n. You must be Bucky the Sniper?” You said putting two and two together.

“You’re not scared?” He asked.

“At first. But you haven’t done anything to make me think worse of you.” You mentioned before pouring his cup of coffee.

“You’re definitely different. Not in a bad way of course.” Bucky said nonchalantly before taking his cup to leave. “I’ll be around Y/n.”

You watched Bucky leave the coffee shop. You knew from this moment that nothing would be the same. You did not think you’d meet the mafia leader so soon but c’est la vie I guess.

But you did not know that you had infiltrated Bucky’s head. For some reason he couldn’t get your e/c eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t help it. Something about you attracted him. He would tell the rest of the mafia to protect you.

You wouldn’t notice this in the week. An opposing mafia team tried to kidnap you but before they could even act, Bucky’s mafia members got rid of them. What did make you question is a guy asked for your number at the shop within the same week and never called back. But Bucky was always your first and last customer.

It had been a week since this and it was a Thursday night. You were closing up shop when Bucky came in groaning.

“Oh Bucky, I was wondering when y- what happened to you?” You yelled as you heard a few more gunshots.

A blonde haired guy and a dark skinned guy came in. They were panting. The blondie looked at you.

“Do you know first aid?” He asked.

“I d-do.” You stuttered.

“Then get to work.” He snapped.

“Steve, quit scar-scaring her. Just focus on protecting us.” Bucky coughed.

“Bucky is right. She knows what to do. That other mafia will be here shortly.” The dark skinned guy snapped.

“Sam, have any of the others called?” Steve asked.

You quickly ran to the back to grab the first aid kit. As you ran back, Steve and Sam were outside with a few others. Gunshots rang out as you sat by Bucky’s side.

“I need to remove your shirt.” You said softly.

“Already undressing me sweetheart.” Bucky drawled out but took off his shirt.

“Oh shut it.” You snapped but chuckled a bit.

“Good. Keep that smile. I’ll be okay with you.” Bucky said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “After this, we are going to finally have that date.”

“Wh-what?!” You exclaimed before washing his wound.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my affections.” Bucky teased as you pulled the bullet out that was lodged into his side. “Warn me next time!”

“How about not throwing surprises out?” You said as you grabbed the disinfectant. “Okay this will sting.”

Bucky hissed for a minute as you continued to clean. The gunshots slowed down and finally stopped. You helped Bucky sit up as Steve and Sam came back in.

“We told the others to go home. Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked.

“I’ll be better shortly. I still have to discuss some things with Y/n.” Bucky said as Sam cackled.

“Are you going to quit acting like a lovesick puppy?” Sam cackled. “Hell that bullet was suppose to hit her but you got in the way.”

“What?” You exclaimed.

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” Steve said as he was pushing Sam out the door.

“So when were you going to tell me that?” You questioned as Bucky shakily stood up. He laughed softly as you saw a warm blush appear on his face.

“I guess I should explain that.” Bucky said. “I was trying not to fall for you. But when I did, the other mafias saw you as a toy or token to me.”

“So you just decided to take the bullet?”

“Aren’t we forgetting the whole “taking you on a date”? I would take any bullet for you to be safe. I have fallen for you.” Bucky explained as your face flushed with heat.

Bucky pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and squeezed his neck for a hug.

“After you heal, you can take me on that date anytime.” You said as you felt him squeeze back.

You felt Bucky chuckle against the hold. You two broke the hug and Bucky began to leave. You felt a piece of paper in your back pocket. It was his number but before you could say anything, Bucky had left.

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antispopausandstuff · 2 months ago

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Another Aspect Of 'Corridors', 'Save The Cat', and 'Taking Control'

disclaimer - these are my thoughts and my personal analysis. though SPOP is objectively poorly written, it is partially because of that fact that a lot can be left up for interpretation and be discussed with different outlooks or theories on the same situation // scene. if you have a different opinion on the aspect i'm going to delve into, i'd like to see what you think.

standard warnings of abuse and viewer discretion is applied.

for a long time, i left it up to poor writing that Catra was angry with Adora for rescuing her, despite clearly desiring that and being as thankful as she could be ( considering her situation and that it is, of course, Catra we're talking about ) in the previous episode, with no real intention of looking further into it.

and, while it is still entirely because of poor writing and not because the writers were actively doing anything to imply or symbolize something in the relationship, i recently came to a conclusion that can make at least some sort of sense to her motives and actions in 'Corridors', 'Save the Cat', and 'Taking Control'.

Catra was angry because her sacrifice didn't mean anything.

it's the only thing that makes sense to me, even though it still leaves a few holes ( such as Catra agreeing to be taken home in the first place ), and i haven't seen anyone else make a theory of their own as to why she reacted this way outside of it just being how she is.

and, yes, it is in character for her to accept something, then deny it the moment after, but this scene in particular stood out to me because of how unapologetically ungrateful and callous Catra is after her self-pitying and borderline remorseful behavior.

in 'Corridors', it's evident that Catra is only showing regret ( if that is what she truly feels ) because her life fell into shambles after sending off Entrapta to Beast Island, threatening and abusing Scorpia until she left, Adora putting her foot down, Hordak wanting to be rid of her after finding out she lied, and DT giving the worst callout of the century and betraying her.

she stays in her pitying while still continuing to try to ruin Adora's life by helping Horde Prime find her, but the show expects us to take it at face value when HP says she's trying to 'protect' Adora from him. of course, the stans took it and ran, but when you look at the bigger picture, none of it adds up and is quickly proven false.

Catra only felt terrible because she didn't get everything she wanted and was left alone.

i understand that rock bottom can make someone realize a lot of things, but it's hard to think that's what's happening when Catra continues doing bad things for the sake of 'belonging', making more conflict with Glimmer, and keeps speaking ill of Adora over and over.

it's hard to think that's what's happening when Catra says "there's no one in the entire universe who cares about me". because it's not from a place of understanding, but a place of wallowing. even when she's supposedly doing the right thing ( saving Glimmer // Adora ), she's only focused on herself and what this means for her.

whether or not she genuinely believed Adora wouldn't go to Horde Prime's ship to rescue her, Catra uses the same language that she'd use against Adora when speaking of her leaving the Horde:

"why did you come back? we both know i don't matter."

Adora's never been on Horde Prime's ship before this. there was nothing for her to 'come back' to.

does Catra think Adora being in the presence of anything Horde related means she's 'coming back', despite never having left her behind in the first place?

and in 'Taking Control':

"i told you not to come back! but you just love to feel like a hero, don't you?"

to me, it reads as if Catra saved Glimmer because she thought Adora wouldn't 'come back' for her, essentially giving her a pass to the sacrifice. but, when that didn't happen, she resorted to her usual behaviors of open self-pity, if not guilt-tripping, aggression and hostility, projecting like crazy, and leaving Adora to clean up the mess entirely on her own.

again, it still leaves a couple of holes ( with Catra's initial acceptance of Adora bringing her home ), but it's the only idea that makes the most sense of this inconsistency.

the anti community collectively agrees ( if i recall correctly ) that Catra's act of saving Glimmer // Adora wasn't selfless.

but i personally see it as her way of giving herself an out with a pat on the back. and Adora 'took' that away from her.

what do you think?

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littlefreya · 2 years ago

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Hi Freya, do you have any sneaky public sex fics?🙈

Let's say you came to the right place because I have a BUNCH of these. Enjoy :)

List of my stories depicting public sex

Risky - Henry x Reader - Henry makes you cookwarm him during a public event.

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Plot Twist - Henry Cavill x Reader - You are a co star acting alongside when you get into a tricky situation

Plot twist part 2 - Henry Cavill x Reader - Henry and you hated one another since the day you started working together. However, things took an awkward turn after an embarrassing incident on set.

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader - A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Good Girl - Henry x OFC Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Ordinary Day - Henry x Reader - Things get frisky during wine and pasta.

Cowboys from Hell - August Walker x Female Reader - You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

(more under the cut)

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

Putting up a Show - Henry x OFC (Smut, public fucking) Awards shows are always a bore and Henry is always touchy-feely with his girl.

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong.

Bad Reputation - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, thigh riding, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, unprotected sex and bodily fluids! ) Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it.

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove

Feral Collision - Coach!Syverson x Reader (Smut, inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.) After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course.

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.) You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Cockwarming Sherlock at the Park - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, cockwarming) Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast.

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. ) Giving Sherlock a blow job during a carriage ride.

#ask freya #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanficton #august walker #captain syverson #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader

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hoonieyun · 23 days ago

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oblivious

pairing: jongseong jay park x reader “y/n”

genre: dark, serial killer!jay, slasher

warnings: murder, violence, major character death, drugs and alcohol, manipulation, assault, very dark themes and as always, MDNI 18+ (lmk if i forgot anything)

summary: for the last few months, a serial killer named “nightbird” has been causing chaos and havoc in your small college town. it’s the start of your final year of university and everyone is walking on eggshells. your town has created a mandated curfew since the summer started, fearing that they might be the nightbird’s next victim. after being convinced to go to a halloween party at one of the university frat’s, you find yourself the possible target as the nightbird’s next victim. you were the perfect victim, clueless, helpless, and oblivious. just how the nightbird likes them.

characters:

park jongseong “jay” - the nightbird

reader “y/n”

lee heeseung

sim jaeyun “jake”

park sunghoon (ex!sunghoon)

kim chaewon

notes: do you like scary movies..? LOL i love slasher films so this was a bit self indulgent hahaa, but it’s loosely based off of a movie named you’re next. i took some themes from that movie and other popular slashers and combined it into this fic. i hope you enjoy!! ahhhh halloween is coming up soon!! not proofread huhu

word count: 10380

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“welcome back ravens! the 2024-2025 school year is a-go and we’re so excited to have you back! the summer has been eventful to say the least so we hope you all have your thinking caps ready for a new school year! this school year is going to be one to remember.” a student says enthusiastically but disingenuously through the school intercom. tall standing speakers erect from the grounds of the college campus scattered everywhere so that no student misses out on announcements as if anyone even cared.

“god, do they always have to do these. i thought we were going to get rid of that when we left high school.” chaewon, your best friend and roommate, says as she rolls her eyes. her stark black bob-cut hair dancing with each step she takes. “please chaewon, morning announcements are like what keeps the education system going.” you explain, causing the two of you to stop in your tracks to look at each other; bursting out into laughter after your sarcastic remark.

“no, but seriously; they just do that to get students hyped but as you can see…” you pause, motioning to the students all wearing headphones or too busy running to their classes, “no one cares.”

“don’t forget, with the events of the summer, senator park has issued the curfew mandate to be extended only for an hour as he is aware of several college campuses that have courses that end in the evening. go ravens!” the student says before finally signing off.

“an extra hour, isn’t that like… not safe?” chaewon asks you and you just shrug. not thinking about how the extra hour would affect anyone, especially you and chaewon since the two of you had identical classes for the semester and finished the day at 5PM, before it got dark out.

“there’s my two favorite ladies!” jake says as he runs up behind the two of you, hanging his arms around both your shoulders. “ew jake, never say that again.” chaewon says, brushing his arm off of her shoulders. jake takes the hint and removes his arms off your shoulders, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “sooo, you hear about the curfew?” he asks, an ulterior motive waiting at the back of his tongue.

“yes, jake. they literally just announced it. dude, stop drinking so much it’s making you stupid.” chaewon says. jake and chaewon were cousins so their banter was normal. you couldn’t help but laugh at them because they were practically siblings. “well, since the curfew got extended a bit. i was thinking maybe we should go to this halloween party?” jake says, jutting out his bottom lip into a pout with a shrug.

“a halloween party? september isn’t even over yet.” you respond to him, chaewon rolling her eyes at her cousin’s suggestion. “also, just because there’s an extension on the curfew doesn’t mean it’s an encouragement to go out for longer. i don’t want to be murdered. especially y/n, she’s like the perfect victim!” chaewon says. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, confused at her remark. “oh! sorry, i didn’t mean it like that! i’m just saying, you’re pretty similar to all of the victim’s so far. same characteristics and features is all.” chaewon explains, panic spreading across her face as she realizes what she said was slightly offensive. you just nod with a tight lipped smile in response and reflect on her comment.

“the party isn’t for another few weeks, but they sent out the invites early because they’re doing preparations to make sure that everyone is safe.” jake explains. “plus, i got into that frat i was telling you guys about and they said i could bring as many friends as i want.” jake says with a proud smile on his face.

“okay, first of all, joining a frat in our last year of university is loser behavior. and two, we’re the only friends you have so the “bring as many friends” that your frat bros told you, is two.” chaewon retorts, always quick witted, especially when it came to making fun of her cousin.

“whatever chae! you don’t have to come but y/n you should. i know how much you love halloween, plus it’s a costume party!” jake says, adding the last part to try and sweeten the deal. it did sound tempting but with the serial killer still on the loose and the number of victims getting higher everyday, you weren’t entirely sure you would be down for it. “we’ll see jaeyun, i’m still a bit shaken up about the murders, but thank you for the invite.” you say, smiling widely at jake and he returns the smile. “well you guys just let me know ok!” he says, jogging in front of the two of you. “i gotta get to class, see ya!” he says, giving you a peace sign while flipping off his cousin, to which chaewon responds with a middle finger of her own.

“you know you should really be nicer to jake. he’s sweet…” you say softly and chaewon makes a puking sound. “ew, i can’t believe you just called him sweet. i’m never telling him that it’s gonna go to his big head.” chaewon says while linking your arms as the two of you enter the science building.

your first class of the day was a lab with chaewon. you were both science majors. you were studying forensics while chaewon was studying biology. you loved science but you didn’t often tell anyone about your love of science, fearing that you would bore them to death. chaewon on the other hand flaunted her intelligence like it was a luxury handbag. boasting her smarts and physical prowess being not only your college’s top student but also the captain of the school’s women’s soccer team. she was perfect, like she was written from a book with archetypes of various character’s most perfect qualities. you on the other hand, kept to yourself, jake and chaewon were really your only friends.

you met chaewon you freshmen year as you two were assigned roommates and have been best friends since. you met jake through your ex-boyfriend, sunghoon, when you met with sunghoon one day for a double date with jake, sunghoon encouraged you to bring chaewon as he thought she would be a good match for jake. needless to say, when you all arrived and chaewon and jake recognized each other, you and sunghoon spent the whole night laughing at the two cousins as they were almost each other’s blind date.

you and sunghoon were high school sweethearts. you started dating when you were sophomores in high school and by the time you were sophomores in college, you two had broken up as sunghoon became too busy after he became the school’s ice hockey captain. you saw the breakup coming but a part of you wished that you had chosen to be selfish. instead of encouraging sunghoon to focus on ice hockey over you, but you wished you pushed for it to be the other way around, but you weren’t like that. you always put others before you. your grandmother always said that was a double-edged sword and your breakup with sunghoon proved that.

“hey…” chaewon says, stopping you to stand in front of you to look into your eyes. “you know i didn’t mean anything by my comment earlier right? the one about you being the perfect victim…” chaewon says, eyes clearly looking for a sign to see if you were offended. you weren’t but the comment did leave you to think about how you appeared to others. “don’t worry chae, i know what you meant. plus if the nightbird ever came after us we can just push jake to him and he’d probably yap the nightbird’s ear off and he’d just give up and leave.” you say, making chaewon laugh; glad that you weren’t upset at her. when you and chaewon first became friends, you quickly learned that she was very blunt and said most things that came to her mind. most of which weren’t offensive but her bluntness definitely rub some people the wrong way if they didn’t know her the way you and jake did.

you and chaewon entered the lab, students already geared up for the first session of the day. you scanned the room to find an open section that you and chaewon could work at when you spotted a familiar boy. thick pair of eyebrows that were furrowed as he wrote some notes down in a notebook. “okay if i join you?” you ask, causing sunghoon to raise his head to see who the voice was coming from.

“y/n- uh yea- yeah…” he says, a slight stutter in his voice as he clearly wasn’t expecting to see you. “y/n, you found us a spot. nice- you!” chaewon says as she joins you after grabbing some things from the professor, seeing your ex made chaewon almost throw her phone at him. chaewon didn’t really like sunghoon, even though you are still okay with him after your breakup.

sunghoon almost instinctly flinches after seeing chaewon because when she heard about your breakup, chaewon dumped an americano on him in the middle of the cafeteria. luckily, it was iced. “down girl!” you say jokingly, motioning for chaewon to relax and not to make a scene. “you’re lucky i love y/n…” she says, narrowing her eyes at sunghoon almost like it was a threat.

you shoot sunghoon an apologetic smile before getting to work with chaewon. this lab was just a continuation of research the two of you did over the summer so you just continued whatever you needed to for the day.

“hey, thanks man. sorry i’m late.” a guy runs up to sunghoon, pulling out a stool next to him to have a seat. he hands sunghoon an americano and starts taking things out of his backpack. “no problem, thanks for the drink.” sunghoon says, taking a sip of his coffee. you and chaewon just stared at sunghoon until he realized he hadn’t introduced his friend to you guys.

“oh! uh, y/n and chaewon, this is jongseong. he just moved here and he’s on the ice hockey team with me.” sunghoon finally says, introducing you to the mystery man. you and chaewon smile at him, “you can call me jay.” he says, extending his hand out to both of you. chaewon smiles and gets back to finishing her notes while you accept his handshake. it was firm but not in the way where it was intimidating, but in the way that showed he was secure. “heh, your hands are soft.” jay randomly blurts out. “shit, sorry i didn’t mean to say that out loud.” he says, slapping his hand over his mouth. you laugh at his reaction and let him know it’s okay, earning a weird side-eye from chaewon.

the rest of the day went by pretty quickly, you and chaewon only had a lab and one class on monday’s so you were back at your shared apartment before it was even 3PM.

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you got back to your apartment alone because chaewon had soccer practice. you changed into comfy clothes and made your way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. deciding on heating up some leftovers from last night. you sit down at your couch and switch the tv on only to be met with another update from the news.

“breaking news, the nightbird has claimed another victim. cassandra kim, a 3rd year student at…” when you heard the name you began to tune out the news anchor. cassandra was a student you mentored over the summer. you were both in the forensics program and she had fallen behind in some classes so she reached out to you for some help. your ears began to ring at the news of the nightbird not only having his first victim at your college, but the fact that during your mentoship with cassandra, several people made comments about how the two of you were so similar you could be siblings.

this felt like the summer when one of your coworker’s fell prey to the nightbird. you were originally supposed to have the closing shift at the flower shop but an emergency with your grandmother prevented you from attending your shift. your coworker, emily song, who your boss often confuses you with, decided she could close the store by herself. she was the nightbird’s 4th victim that summer and it was only june. her body was found mutilated near the roses, her thick blood coating the flowers as they began to wilt under the pressure of her body.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when your phone begins to ring, chaewon on the other end of the phone. “chae? is everything ok?” you ask her as she should still be in practice right now. “uh kinda, i’m heading back early, coach cancelled practice because of what happened to cassandra, did you see it?” chaewon explains.

“yeah, i just saw the news. it’s terrible.” you say, voice getting softer at the thought of cassandra’s lifeless body. “it’s fucking insane is what it is!” chaewon yells on the other side of the phone, you can hear her car door being slammed shut. “sorry, i’ll see you soon. did you eat already, i can grab dinner on the way home?” she asks but you decline telling her that you were going to eat but the news about cassandra made you lose your appetite and that you were just going to get a headstart on some assignments.

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a few weeks go by and the nightbird has only claimed one more victim since cassandra’s death. a freshman from a university on the other side of your city. you still didn’t feel safe but clearly the governor did as he lifted the curfew. deeming the decrease of nightbird victims as the start of a new era. claiming that he probably wasn’t going to be killing anymore, thinking the curfew extension helped, governor park pats himself on the back for his “heroic” decisions and everyone just goes back to living their lives as if there isn’t a serial killer still out there amongst all of you. it could be your neighbor, a classmate, someone in your home, hell it could even be jake for all you knew but deep down you knew jake couldn’t do such a thing. jake didn’t have a bad bone in his body, he got punched once at a party by some drunk guy and instead of fighting back, jake offered the guy a glass beer to just leave you and your friends alone. chaewon on the hand, slapped the drunkard assailant and kneed him in the groin, earning a round of applause from the rest of the partygoers as the man was pushed out of the party.

text from: jaeyunie

“so… curfew lifted, is it party time???”

text from: bestie chaewon

“so… are you stupid???”

text from: jaeyunie

“y/n? can you tell my cousin to stop being so mean to me :/”

text from: y/n

“chaewon stop being mean to jake, he’ll cry :(”

text from: bestie chaewon

“never!!”

jaeyunie responded to your text:

“not what i meant!!!”

“anyways, here’s the invite and details to the party. just show the bouncer this pic and he’ll let you in. hope to see you there y/n!! chaewon, you can choke!”

bestie chaewon has disliked this message

y/n has liked this image

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it was 2 days before the party and you were starting to think the nightbird had finally hung his serial killer hat and was done. there hadn’t been any new updates and people were truly going back to their normal lives. even chaewon had stayed out close to midnight at some point and confessed that she missed be out late at night.

“pleeaaaase!! come on, i’m throwing a party at my frat and you guys don’t wanna go?” jake begged the two of you as he was laid across your couch in the living room. a part of you was set on going to the party but only if chaewon went. “y/n, please! convince chae to go. i’ll look like a loser if none of my plus ones don’t go.” jake says, crawling off the couch and grabbing your hands while he was on his knees pleading; looking at your with his puppy eyes.

jake has had a crush on you since the first day he met you, but since you were dating sunghoon at the time, he put a pin in his feelings. when he heard the news of your breakup, he felt guilty that he was glad you had broken up but because sunghoon and jake had become good friends within that time, he didn’t think it was write to try and get with you. especially since his cousin was your best friend, chaewon would die before she ever let her best friend date her cousin.

you give chaewon a pleading stare. half saying, please come to the party, the other half pleading for her to help get jake off of you. “shit! i’m gonna be late.” jake says, scrambling to get on his two feet. he rushes to put his shoes on and grabs his bag from the floor. “i expect to see you both there! please, don’t let me look like a loser!” jake says as he makes his exit. “you’re already a loser jaeyun!” chaewon says and jake yells something back but he’s already too far away from your apartment for the both of you to hear.

“sooo… should we go?” chaewon asks.. “i’m only going if you go.” you further explain. you and chaewon list out the pros and cons of going to the party.

pros:

free alcohol

you haven’t been to a party in months

free alcohol

cons:

serial killer is still on the loose

you both decide that the pros do indeed outweigh the cons, convincing yourselves that because there would be so many people at this party there would be no way that the nightbird would attack and claim another victim because there would be tons of witnesses.

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you and chaewon threw on last minute costumes, opting to do a generic angel and devil duo. you being the angel to chaewon’s devil. you each borrowed clothes from each other to complete the outfits. you donned a white ensemble, a white dress and heels to match while you had quickly bought angel wings and a halo from the halloween store. chaewon was wearing red leather pants and a matching leather top that you had in your closet, you had bought it on whim when you were feeling adventurous but when it had arrived you suddenly realized that wasn’t something you thought you could pull off. chaewon’s outfit was finished with devil horns that you also had gotten from the halloween store.

the two of you did the last touches of your makeup before you realized that your uber was outside, deciding that it was probably for the better if you two got a ride there so that you could both enjoy the night and drink without having to worry about driving later on.

the ride to the frat house was pretty sure, in all honestly you and chaewon could’ve walked but neither of you wanted to because you were in heels and it was pretty chilly outside. you could’ve brought coats or jackets but it was just one more thing you had to carry around at the party. as the driver dropped you off and big you farewell, a huge gust wind of blew past you and chaewon. you both shiver and jog quickly to the entrance. the house was already bumping with loud music and different colors of lights can be seen from the outside as they peeked through the windows.

you show the bouncer the invititation and before being let in you’re scanned with a metal detector. chaewon is in the clear but the detector goes off for you so you have to explain to the bouncer that it was your belly button piercing, you even showed him a photo on your phone to prove it and he lets you enter. with a sigh of relief you join chaewon who was patiently waiting for you just a few feet away.

once you enter through another set of doors, you realize that this party was a lot bigger than jake made it out to be. you assumed it would just be a few people because of the whole serial killer thing but you were now realizing that it seemed like half your graduating class was probably in attendance. you and chaewon make your way to drinks, pouring yourselves a mixture of a few different types of alcohol and juice to sip on all night.

you were almost done pouring yourself a drink when a random man in skeleton costume wraps his arms around you. in your surprised state you instantly grab his arm and twist it behind his back in submissin. “ow! y/n that fucking hurts!” the guy behind the masks exclaims and you realize the thick accent instantly.

“jake?” you ask, his arm still restrained behind him. chaewon snatches the mask off, revealing a jaeyun with now disheveled hair and a painful expression on his face. “can you let me go now?” he asks pleadingly and you realize you were still twisting his arm so you let go. “sorry, you scared me.” you mumble and jake rubs his arm. “you deserve it! why would you scare us like that, i almost dropped my drink you idiot!” chaewon says while jabbing her elbow into jake’s side, causing him to hunch over in pain.

“geez! sorry, stop beating me up!” he says half jokingly. you shoot him an apologetic look and he shares a smile back. “how do you even know how to do that y/n?” jake says, referring to the instant reaction you had to him. “yeah, that was kinda cool. you need to teach me that!” chaewon says and you just shrug, telling the pair of cousins that you had learned it from a movie. they don’t press any further but you could tell jake didn’t buy your tale.

“so angel and devil huh? fitting for chaewon, she’s like lucifer.” jake says teasingly and chaewon threatens him with a fist to which he fake flinches, acting like he’s scared but he wasn’t one bit. you explained that it was a last minute decision to which he says that you both looked good, even complimenting his cousin but not without theatrics as he pretended to barf and choke in the middle of the compliment. chaewon just rolls her eyes and makes about how jake’s costume was scary but what’s under the mask was scarier. she soon walks off to the dance floor, gesturing for you to come with her.

as you pass jake you quickly tell him that he’s not scary at all and that he actually looks cute. advising him that he should take the mask off for the rest of the night so everyone could see how cute he looked. you don’t get to see or hear jake’s response but a bright red makes their way to his cheeks as he smiles at your compliment.

chaewon pulls you into the dance floor and your bodies are moving against each other to the music. a euphoric feeling of freedom that you hadn’t felt in a while, having felt like you had to constantly be on your toes because of the murders but tonight you had practically forgotten all about it.

the music shifts from house music, to edm, to pop, and you’re truly enjoying your time. occasionally taking sips from your drink as you danced with chaewon and a few other girls you recognized from the finance program at your school. “psst, i think you caught the eyes of that guy.” one of the girls says into your ear, the music is too loud to hear anything without having to speak directly into each other’s ears. you turn your head to see where she’s pointing and a certain thick browed vampire is staring at you from across the room. a drink in hand like you and a smile now on his face as you guys make eye contact.

you let chaewon know you’ll be right back and you make your way over to sunghoon, who was leaning on the wall, smile growing bigger as you got closer to him. “care to explain why you’re staring at me like a creep?” you ask him teasingly and he chuckles at your comment. he leans down to you, lips almost grazing your ear, “couldn’t help but think you wore this costume for me.” sunghoon says. referring to your angel costume as angel was a petname he often called you during your relationship. you scoff and roll your eyes at him, clearly he’s had a few too many drinks because he doesn’t usually talk about your relationship unless he was drunk.

remembering the time he called you at 3am when he got too drunk and needed a ride home. this was 3 weeks after your breakup and although you didn’t want to see him, you were too kindhearted to leave him stranded at some random club. the whole drive back to his apartment he babbling about how pretty and nice his girlfriend was as if he was talking to some stranger, not realizing he was talking to you and that you were indeed not his girlfriend anymore. needless to say, he made sure not to get drunk around you again.

you turned on your heel to walk away from sunghoon but he grabs your wrist. he motions with his head to walk with him so you do. the music was too loud for the two of you and clearly sunghoon wanted to talk to you about something. whatever it may be, you finished the rest of your drink to prepare yourself.

sunghoon pushes open the sliding door that led to one of the many balconies at the frat house. the cold autumn air pinching at your cheeks, causing you to shiver and like it was a reflex, out of instinct, sunhoon wraps his arms around you to provide warmth.

“is this okay..?” sunghoon asks and you nod. “what did you wanna talk about?” you ask and sunghoon is quiet for a moment. “i just wanted to tell you that i have a girlfriend. i wanted you to hear it from me first and not anyone else.” he says. this wasn’t the news you were expecting to hear from him. you instantly threw his arms off of you in disgust, “are you kidding me?” you ask him, irritation and disdain clear from your tone. “you pulled me out here to tell me you had a girlfriend? as if i fucking care?” you say to him. sunghoon imagined this going better in his head but soon enough it had turned into an argument. similar to ones you had when you were still dating.

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“i don’t give a fuck. go fuck yourself!” a voice says as jay watches from the shadows. he had been watching you since you had gotten to the party. he found several hiding spots around the frat house where he could easily stalk and lurk in the shadows without being seen. when he saw you and sunghoon make your way to the balcony, he watched from the window of the library, a room none of the frat brothers ever went into. he watched you storm away from sunghoon, cussing him out as you made your exit. sunghoon soon enters the house from the balcony, running his hands through his hair, clear disappoint on his face from how the interaction went down.

sunghoon has his down but not for long as he hears the floor creak just a few feet away. his gaze averting to the direction of the sound, jay quickly positions himself behind the door but it seems sunghoon is too curious for his own good as he makes his way towards the direction of the sound.

sunghoon slowly pushes the door open to the library and from there jay, with a quick swift movement, jabs a knife into sunghoon’s neck. blood spraying into the library as sunghoon’s body falls to the ground. blood splatters onto jay as he finishes the job, not caring about the blood on his skin as no one would question it because they were at a halloween party. he drags sunghoon’s body further into the library, behind one of the shelves before rejoining the rest of the party. now on his way to look for you.

jay had eliminated one obstacle in his way. he felt somewhat bad because sunghoon was a good friend to him but he was just in the way. now he just had to get rid of your two pesky best friends before he could have you all to himself.

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you made your way downstairs and reunited with chaewon and some of the other girls. you were partying it up but chaewon seemed to notice your mood had shifted. “are you okay?” chaewon asks into your ear and you give her a nod. she doesn’t believe you but she lets it go because she doesn’t want to push it. you tell her that you were going to grab another drink and that’s when you find run into jay in the kitchen. he’s picking up various bottles to see which one he wanted to drink, “you should choose the tequila.” you say as you get closer to jay and when he looks up at you and smile spreads across his face. “hey, it’s you!” jay says and you realize that he may not remember your name.

“y/n?” you say and jay smiles and nods at the realization of your name even though he’d never forget it. you’re all he has been thinking about since the moment he first laid eyes on you. “right! sorry i’m pretty drunk.” jay says with a chuckle and you can’t help but smile at him. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled gave you butterflies inside your stomach and you hoped that he didn’t notice the redness in your cheeks and assumed it was from the alcohol.

you and jay got to talking and learned about one another, sharing your interests and hobbies, and you eventually forget about sunghoon. your conversation however is interrupted when a group of guys barge into the kitchen to refill their drinks. the room becoming way too crowded, “wanna head outside?” jay asks and with a nod, he takes your hand in his as he guides the two of you to a side door of the frat house that led to the backyard where several party goers have passed out on the grass.

the two of you sit next to each other on a lawn chair and chat about life and the events of the party, choosing to not bring up sunghoon because you didn’t want it to further ruin your night. “wait, what is your costume?” you ask, just now realizing that you didn’t know what jay was dressed as.

jay looks down at himself with a chuckle, “oh, haha um. well i’m dressed as ted bundy.” jay explains slowly, afraid that it would cause alarms to go off in your head but to his surprise it doesn’t. you tell him about how you actually listen to true crime podcasts pretty often and that ted bundy, although a monstrous serial killer, was an interesting individual. jay was relieved to hear this and somewhat glad as he found it as a way to only get closer to you.

in the heat of the moment, you don’t why but you find yourself moving closer to jay and sitting on his lap. “is this okay?” you ask him and jay swallows even though dry. he nods eagerly and you smile at his reaction. you found him so cute and the glasses he wore only made him look cuter. you snuggled closer to jay and he snakes his arm around your waist, although a new feeling it felt right and jay made you feel comfortable.

you find yourself staring into jay’s eyes and due to your close vicinity, the lenses of his glasses fog up from your breath. you take them off of him and wipe them clean and place them back onto his face. “you okay?” you ask jay and he seems stunned by your actions. jay wouldn’t admit it himself but you truly had him too stunned to speak. he didn’t expect your usual quiet nature to be so forward with him. jay didn’t know what to say as you got closer to him, “can i kiss you jay?” you ask him and jay slowly nods as your soft lips in contact with his.

the kiss starts off slow as the two of you get used to the feeling and after a few quick moments, the kiss heats up. jay adjusts your position on his lap so that you are now straddling him. one arm around your waist and the other was holding your face softly as he deepened the kiss. you leaned into the kiss and you could feel yourself melting into him.

this wasn’t a part of jay’s plan but he wasn’t complaining. he was enjoying the moment with you and if he was being honest, he wished that it wouldn’t end. the two of you were so immersed into the kiss that you don’t realize the music inside the house had halted for a moment but what caused the two of you to break off from one another is when an ear curdling scream echoes throughout the frat house. you quickly pull yourself off of jay, a confused expression on both your faces as you try to catch your breath and understand if what you heard was right.

just as you were about to say something, another scream can be heard from inside the house and the two of you rush inside to see what all the commotion is about. you could see that people were crowding up the stairs but you couldn’t tell what they were looking at or talking about. you and jay pushed your way through the crowd, hand in hand, as you climbed up the stairs.

when you reached the top you could see jake knelt over a body and chaewon standing over the two of them with both hands over her mouth. “guys what’s going on?” you say and jake and chaewon whip their hands in your direction. chaewon walks over to you and tries to tell you what happened but she doesn’t have the words to break it to you.

when jake gets up you got a better view of the person on the floor and you recognized the costume he was wearing. the same vampire costume that sunghoon was wearing, “is that sunghoon? what is he doing on the floor, is he okay?” you ask, trying to walk towards him but jake and chaewon hold you back. “y/n… sunghoon is dead.” jake says and it feels like time has stopped and you begin to hyperventilate. you were just with sunghoon, how could he suddenly be dead? you were confused and you truly didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t end on good terms but you would’ve never wished death upon him.

chaewon consoled you as tears began to fall from your eyes, all the while, jay was rubbing your back, trying to stop a smile from spreading across his face.

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a few hours have passed and everyone has left the party, leaving you, jay, chaewon, and jake at the frat house. the police had questioned the people at the party who didn’t immediately leave as soon as the cops showed up. you felt numb, you didn’t know what to feel or think because all you could replay in your head was your last moments with sunghoon. feeling guilty that maybe if you didn’t leave him behind, he would still be here, but he wasn’t.

when you were being questioned by the police you had asked several times if they thought it could be the nightbird but each time you asked they didn’t give you a definitive answer, telling you that they couldn’t clarify that because so far, all of the nighbird’s victims were female. you couldn’t wrap your head around what was going on, who would’ve killed sunghoon and just leave him in the library for everyone to find.

when the police left, you took a seat next to jake on the couch while chaewon was pacing around the living room. jay leaned on the entryway of the living room, observing the three of you to see what his next move would be. he needed to study the three of you further to know what he should do next but all he knew was that chaewon would be his next target.

“chae can you sit down you’re stressing me out!” jake says, breaking the silence and chaewon stops in her tracks with an irritated expression on her face. “fuck off, i’m just as stressed as you are.” chaewon scoffs at her cousin and they soon break out into an argument.

you were too emotional for their bickering so you abruptly got up and walked off, chaewon and jake suddenly stopping their argument when they realized you left. the three left in the take a seat on the couch, “should we go after her?” jake says and chaewon shakes her head, explaining that you probably needed some time to yourself.

“we probably shouldn’t leave her alone after what happened. what is the nightbird is who attacked?” jay says and he could tell that the pair of cousins were now considering that as an option. they all exchange silent glances before jake speaks up, breaking the silence once again. “do you really think it’s the nightbird?” jake asks and jay just shrugs, explaining that none of them could be too sure and that they probably should look for you before something bad happens.

the three of them split off on their own to look for you and neither of the cousins see the smile across jay’s face as his plan to induce paranoia in them succeeds.

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jake is wandering around the various halls of his frat house, not realizing how big it actually was. he’s entered a few rooms and quickly scanned them but you weren’t in any of them. he continues his way through the house but he hears a sound come from one of the storage closets. jake slowly approaches the closet, afraid at what could jump out at him, he slowly reaches for the door knob and with a twist and swift pull, he opens the door and a gasp leaves his lips.

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chaewon found herself roaming around on the top floor of the frat house, annoyed by all of the stairs she had to walk up, only to realize that when she got to the very top floor there was an elevator waiting for her. “are you fucking kidding me?” chaewon sighs with annoyance. she searches through the few rooms on the top floor, mostly storage as most of the rooms were filled with boxes. chaewon gets distracted as she sifts through the boxes, most of which were all old items from previous frat brothers who lived there and seasonal items that the members used throughout the year.

chaewon was too busy digging through the boxes that she doesn’t hear the floor creaking behind her and without a notice, a pair of hands are shoving her back and she goes flying through a window and lands on the grass outside of the house.

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jake gasps as he opens the door and he finds you crouched down in a coat closet. knees up to your chest as tears fall from your eyes. he kneels down to your level and consoles you, letting you know that everything is going to be okay and after a few moments, you let jake know that you’ll be fine and he helps you up from your spot in the closet.

as the two of you get to your feet and leave the closet, you both whip your heads towards the direction of the window when you see a silhouette quickly pass by the window with a drowned out thud following right after. “what was that?” you ask and jake silently shrugs. the two of you walk over to the window and a shriek leaves your lips as you see chaewon’s body on the ground.

you and jake quickly run outside and find jay already there, knelt down next to her, checking to see if she’s okay. when you get closer, tears once again start to fall from your eyes at the realization that your best friend was lying dead on the grass. you try to run to her side but jake stops you and you crumble in his arms as you hysterically cried for your best friend.

the two boys decide that it would be best to move chaewon inside so they carry her and place her limp body on the couch. you watched from afar, tears still in your eyes as you watched your best friend be carried away. even more questions were now swimming around in your head and it felt like this was a confirmation that the nightbird was here. although chaewon didn’t seem like the usual victim of the nightbird, alarms were now ringing in your head that you and your friends were getting picked off one by one.

“we need to protect ourselves.” you say and jake looks at you like you’re crazy. “what are you talking about? we need to call the police and leave.” jake says and as he grabs his phone it suddenly fades to black, indicating that the battery had run out.

when he asks if you or jay’s phone works, you realize that you hadn’t seen your phone and can’t remember the last time you saw it. jay held his up and his phone was also black. with no other option, jake refers to your plan. none of you could call the police and it was clear there was a murderer roaming around the house.

you instructed the two of them to grab something to defend themselves with and to make sure all doors and windows are locked so that way if the murderer were to try and escape or hide in any rooms, they wouldn’t be able to because it was locked and if they tried to break any doors or windows, all of you would hear it.

the two boys looked at themselves, questioning this behavior as they’ve never seen you act this way before. you stared at them and when none of them made any movement, you snapped to get them to start. the two boys ran in different directions, following your orders, and going off to look for something to defend themselves while locking all doors and windows.

you rolled your eyes at their reluctance to move but with two people dead, you weren’t about to let any more people die. you go in the same direction as jake, choosing to leave jay alone as he seemed more capable than jake, you see him in the kitchen grabbing a knife. you take the knife from his hands and hand him a mallet. “sorry jaeyun but i think i’m better off with this.” you tell him and he chuckles and agrees with you.

before you could walk off, jake asked you if you were okay and where this behavior was coming from. he had never seen you like this before and quite frankly it was a bit scary to see you go into this fight or flight mode, emphasis on the fight. you brushed off jake’s question and told him that it doesn’t matter. you mutter that you were going to find jay to make sure he was fine and jake just nods as he makes his way in the opposite direction of you.

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you roamed the halls of the house, knife close to your body as you quickly made sure to lock each door and window you passed by. you had just finished clearing one of the floors but hadn’t found jay when the lights inside of the house suddenly turned off. you expected this so you were able to keep your composure. you were beginning to try and think ahead of the nightbird, trying to figure out what his next move would be and turning the lights off made the most sense.

the three of you were all separated and turning off the lights would only cause more paranoia. you abandoned going onto the next floor as you rushed down the stairs carefully to go back to the living room. as you jog to the living room you trip over something and land on the ground with a thud, a grunt leaving your lips.

you scrambled as you tried to find a light source, patting the ground for anything and your fingers grazed over a phone. you quickly pressed the flashlight button and another shriek leaves your lips as you see jake unconscious on the ground. you had tripped over jake and soon realized that the nightbird had gotten to jake. you nudged jake and tried to get him to wake him up but he didn’t respond at all. you were now crying once again and you hear someone approach, you slowly raised the light upwards and the light flashes over jay.

“is he dead?” jay asks in a low tone and you could only respond with a grumble. jay kneels down and picks you up off the floor just as the lights turn back on. you wince at the bright light and when your eyes open you make eye contact with jay and he’s staring intently into his eyes. you were almost lost in his eyes but couldn’t shake the fear out of you. you separated from jay and began to pace around the living room. you were staring blankly at a wall and when your eyes focused over one of the photos, you noticed that jake and jay were standing next to each other in the photo.

you didn’t know that they knew each other let alone that they were also in the same frat. things were beginning to click in your head and puzzle pieces were falling into place. “hey jay… how did you like being in this frat? bet you never expected there’d be a murder huh?” you ask and jay instantly answers. telling you that it was cool and it felt nice to have made new friends and in the middle of his sentence he randomly stops. realizing that you had put two and two together.

you slowly turned around and watched jay, he had his gaze fixed on jake’s body and you were now for sure that your suspicions are correct. “it’s you isn’t?” you ask and jay chuckles at your question. he didn’t need to answer but the laugh told you everything you needed to know.

“how’d you figure it out?” jay probes as he looks up at you, a smile so sick it could cause heart attacks spread across his face. jay was not only the one killing your friends but was also the nightbird. your chest began to rise and fall a lot faster as you tried to come up with a plan in your head. “you’re new, i doubt anyone would’ve just invited a new kid into the party and since you needed an invite to get here you must’ve not needed one since you’re in the frat.” you began to explain as you took a few steps to create a bigger distance between the two of you. jay watching you from a distance and it seemed his eyes had gotten a lot darker.

“you also seemed way too familiar with the house, being able to navigate comfortably, even in the dark.” you continued, swallowing the dryness in your throat. only someone who knew the layout of the house could easily find their way in and out and around the house without a problem. easily carrying out each kill and slipping away without being noticed. you were trying to go through all of the signs you had seen but completely ignored. “and you also forgot to clean off the blood on your face.” you say, voice slightly trembling after you realize that the blood on his face wasn’t a part of a costume but probably sunghoon’s after jay had stabbed him.

jay is silent for a moment and a laugh erupts from him as he claps his hands, like he was amused by your findings. “wow. such a smart girl you are. i didn’t expect that coming from you.” he says, now trying to slowly close the distance between you but you oppose by continuing to step away. the two of you were now circling the living room, trying to keep your distance from him.

“you know i didn’t peg you to be very smart, but i stand corrected.” jay says, stopping and pulling out a knife from his pocket. when the blade flashes in the light you could see that it was still covered in blood and it makes you gag. the idea that he didn’t even bother to clean sunghoon’s blood off his knife made you sick.

“why did you do it?” you ask in a hushed tone.

jay smiles at you before answering your question. “well do you want the whole story?” he asks, almost like he was a bit excited to explain his murder sprees and why he gutted all of those women. your eyes narrow at him and he jokingly throws his hands in the air. “fine. i killed all these people because…” he pauses before continuing. the smile was no longer on his face and you could tell something had just shifted inside of him.

“i wanted to.” he says and a shiver runs down your spine. he found it amusing and that’s what terrified you. “do you know how satisfying it is to hold someone’s life in your hands, having them beg for their lives as tears run down their face, and giving them the smallest sliver of hope only to tear it away as i plunge my knife into them one last time?” jay says, his voice getting louder and more aggressive with each word.

you flinched at his answer and he could tell he was starting to get to you. “you know i wasn’t really going to kill you. i actually enjoyed what we were doing outside but i had to make sure none of your stupid friends got in the way. especially that jake, you know how much he would tell me how he liked you so much but didn’t have the courage to ask you out? it was fucking irritating and i’m glad i took care of him.” jay says as he kicks jake’s body.

“now, be a good girl and come over here. everything will be fine just as long as you listen and do whatever i say okay? i want to kill you and hear you beg, you’re the perfect victim. so innocent and oblivious you hadn’t even realized i’ve been stalking you for weeks now. i will say it’s very impressive that you figured me out. kudos to you angel.” jay says, a cocky smirk on his face and it only makes your blood boil.

“see that’s where you’re wrong. i’m not so innocent nor am i oblivious.” you begin to respond and jay becomes intrigued, eager to hear what you have to say. “go on, angel…” he says and you furrow your brows at his comment.

“i’m way more capable than you think. i may not have noticed you stalking me but trust me when i say this. i’ll be the only one making it out of this house tonight.” you say and it seemed like your body was moving before you could process it as you made a dash for the stairs but jay was quick and strong. before you could make it three steps up the stairs his arms were around your waist and he was pulling you to the ground. you land with a loud thud and the wooden floors make a cracking sound as you come in contact with it. the breath is knocked out of your lungs and jay takes this as an opportunity to grab your wrist and slam it in to the ground, causing you to drop your knife. he kicks it away and it slides towards jake’s body.

you struggle under his grip as you try to free yourself but it was to no avail. jay was just much stronger than you and although you were 100% sure you were a lot smarter than he was, you couldn’t fully get him off of you with just strength so you did something unexpected.

as jay held your body down, an angry expression on his face, you leaned forward and connected your lips together. jay’s eyes widen at the feeling of your lips on his and for a moment his grip on your hands loosen. when you pull away from him, jay is still shocked so you use all your strength to swing your head back and forward, headbutting him right in the nose. this causes him to stumble off of you as his hands fly to his nose, blood now dripping from it. you scramble to get up and crawl towards the knife but jay quickly realizes what you’re doing and grabs your ankle.

with blood still dripping from his nose, he drags your body across the room with his strength and your body slams into the wall causing picture frames to fall and a crack to appear from where your body was thrown into the wall. you wince in pain and are suddenly jolted forward when jay grabs a handful of your hair, “you think that was gonna work huh? stupid girl.” he says with a scoff. he begins dragging you by your hair and you thrash around, trying to escape from his grasp even if it meant ripping your hair out.

jay stops and kneels down towards you and before he could even say a word, you’re jabbing your first into his side and kicking him in the stomach as he falls to the floor from the pain. you both get back on your feet, quick breaths leaving both of your lips as you huff and puff for air. jay lunges at you but you quickly move to the side, causing him to stumble forward and into the wall. you kick his back and swiftly elbow the back of his neck, trying to incapacitate him but it seems nothing is working.

you look around the room and your eyes land on the knife laying next to jake. you try to reach for it but jay trips you over with his feet and jumps onto you. you were now in the same position as before, jay on top of you as you tried to push him off. an amused smile on his face as he watched you struggle trying to fight him off. his amusement in your struggle and will to live only pissed you off further, you averted your gaze from him to the knife and that was when you realized that jake’s eyes were open and he was staring at you.

you bring your gaze back towards jay when he starts talking, “i really like you, you know? if you hadn’t tried to kill me i think we would’ve made a hot couple.” jay says and you don’t respond with words but spit in his face instead. as the spit hits his eyes and he recoils, jake grabs the knife and slides it towards you. with the knife now in your hands, when jay opens his eyes they widen at the image of you plunging the knife into his stomach.

jay falls off of you and onto the floor as his blood pools around you. you quickly get off the ground and make your way to jake who was surprisingly awake. “how are you alive right now?” you ask him and he shows you that the knife didn’t puncture him because of the skeleton part of his costume. he then goes on to say that he didn’t immediately let it be known he was still alive because he didn’t want jay to panic and run away.

you close your eyes in relief and give jake a hug, glad that he was alive and was there to help you kill jay. “i can’t believe chaewon is gone…” he says and you just hug him tighter. “we should probably call the police.” you say and you bend over to grab jay’s phone. if your assumption was correct, jay’s phone was actually not dead but he just showed the two of you a black screen to make it seem that way.

you grab his phone and your assumption was right as when you grabbed it from his pocket, his phone lights up. you quickly unlock the phone by placing it in front of jay’s face and dial 911. tossing the phone onto his body as you and jake walk to the front porch to wait for police and paramedics to come. the two of you sit together on the steps and you lean your head onto his shoulder.

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soon after, bright blue and red lights appear in the distance and the sounds of sirens become louder as they get closer. you explained to the police officers that jay was the killer the whole time and that he was the nightbird but your conversation with the officer is halted when you see paramedics roll chaewon out of the house on a stretcher, her eyes open as she breathes through an oxygen mask. “chaewon!” you say, running past the officer and over to here. “is she gonna be okay?” you ask the medical specialist and they tell you they aren’t sure but there’s a high chance she’ll make it. you watch them wheel her away and she gives you a small smile.

“maam?” a voice says behind you and you turn around to find a different police officer behind you. “there isn’t any more bodies inside.” he says and your eyes widen at his statement. “what? no that has to be wrong, he was in there i stabbed him and he fell to the ground!” you yelled and when the officer doesn’t respond fast enough, you run back inside and find nothing but a puddle of blood where jay was originally laying.

you couldn’t believe that he was still out there and that this wasn’t over.

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you were sitting in your apartment, preparing for chaewon’s return home. she was extremely lucky that she had only broken a few bones and that the impact wasn’t hard enough to kill her. you were cleaning and making sure the apartment was clean and tidy so that she had no worries when she came home and that she could focus on just fully recovering.

your attention is caught by the tv as a news reporter talks about the nightbird. it had been about 2 weeks since that night and every day the news dedicated a segment to the nightbird. exposing his identity as jay park, 22 year old student, and the person better known as the nightbird serial killer. they even note that he was never found at the crime scene and that there was still an ongoing investigation to find him.

a knock on your door brings you out of your thoughts and you assume it’s chaewon. you check your phone and don’t see a text from her saying that she was there but you just figured she forgot. you walk over to your front door, ready to greet your best friend with a smile, but your smile quickly fades when you’re met with none other than jay. standing at your doorway, the same menacing and creepy smile plastered on his face, and the last thing you remember was him lunging at you before everything went dark.

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“the nightbird has struck once again. his last victim being a male from the local university, park sunghoon, killing him at a halloween party where he attempted to kill three other students who also attended the same school. last night, calls were reported to an apartment complex where it seems the nightbird has claimed yet another victim. y/n y/ln, 22, who was one of the survivors from the halloween party, falls victim to the nightbird 2 weeks after the original event. if you have seen this man or have any information, do not hesitate to phone in. we must put this to rest and get justice for the victims.” the newscaster reported.

the tv suddenly turns black as jay shuts off the tv. smiling at the news and feeling victorious that you fell victim to him in the end. sure you were a smart girl, but at the end of the day, you were just as naive and oblivious like the rest of his victims were; and to him, you were the perfect victim.

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all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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Yuji Itadori x Reader: Protector (Jujutsu Kaisen) (Part 3)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/miyahchan/683632993653407744/yuji-itadori-x-reader-protector-jujutsu-kaisen

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/miyahchan/690357281008844800/yuji-itadori-x-reader-protector-jujutsu-kaisen?source=share

Author’s Note: It’s been a super long time since I’ve posted on here and I know this part is wayyyyy overdue. Life and college has been whooping my ass but now I’m finally at a point where I can focus on doing what I like to do :) So here’s part three of the “Protector” series! This part is definitely the longest part so far since it’s more plot heavy.

Synopsis: Yuji finally convinces you to take a trip to see your parents after years of no contact. However, the day takes a turn for both the better and the worst.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Toxic Relationship, Disturbing (?) Content, Smut (ofc), Oral Sex (F receiving), Vaginal Penetration, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Fingering, Manipulation, Vulgar Language, Alternate Universe, Reader Insert

Word Count: 4k +

Taglist: @lilithlunas @thesunxwentblack @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @k0rndogz

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The drive to the outskirts of the city was a long one, one where you spent the entire time staring out the window and listening to whatever song came on the radio.

Yuji drove the entire time – even though you insisted on the two of you taking turns – seemingly enjoying the ride more than you were. He was always the one to find joy in the mundane things in life and, in a way, you envied it. While he seemed content with the situation at hand, you shifted in your seat with every mile that passed by.

You weren’t exactly sure how Yuji convinced you to do this.

You remembered his words from that one night, the night you tried to push to the back of your brain: “Your parents hated you, you were all alone, and your life was just one screw up after another!”

Those words only made this situation even more ironic, especially considering Yuji’s sudden change of opinion regarding your parents.

“Seeing your parents again might help you get over everything in the past. And I’ll be there to support you, so you don’t have to worry about anything.” Was what Yuji said a few days ago and, while you did find the switch up odd, you chalked up his past remarks to pure desperation at the thought of you leaving him.

That’s how you found yourself here, on a road trip to go visit your parents.

You arrived at the motel first; it was a shady place on the side of the road, but the two of you figured it would do for one night. You two checked in and Yuji brought the luggage in, like the true gentleman he was.

You remained quiet, finding yourself stuck as you sit on the edge of the crusty bed. Of course, your boyfriend noticed your disposition.

“Are you okay?” Yuji dropped a suitcase at the foot of the bed and took a seat beside you.

Instinctively, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a huff. “What if we just turned back around?”

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

“We could go back to my place, cuddle up and watch a movie, and… other things.” Your mind wandered to a scenario that was much better than the one you two were currently in.

Yuji hummed. “While I would love nothing more than to be cuddled up with you right now, I would just be helping you run away from your problems.”

“Well, technically, we’re running to my problems.” You got up and started pacing back and forth in the room. “I don’t even understand why I have to do this.”

Yuji just watched you pace, not wanting to add to your distress. “If we’re going to be together for the rest of our lives, we should get rid of our baggage. I don’t want you stressing about your family situation forever.”

Now that you thought about it, you never knew anything about Yuji’s past. You figured he wasn’t close to his parents since he never mentioned them, but he’d never mentioned anything about who he was before he met you. It was like Yuji just appeared one day, crafted specifically for you. You figured he was right about this situation though, like he always was. You had to face your fears, even if those fears caused you years and years of trauma.

The 30-minute drive to your childhood home felt like 30 hours and your dread only grew when you finally pulled into the front yard. In front of you was a blue, country home surrounded by an acre of land. A beat-up truck – one that you instantly recognized as your father’s – was parked in front of the house also. Everything was exactly how you remembered it, down to the dirty white fence that surrounded the house and even the tire swing on the tree in the front yard that laid unused for years.

Yuji got out of the car first and you followed begrudgingly, all the way to the front door that you had to force yourself to knock on. You prayed that no one opened the door, that no one was even home, but that prayer fell on deaf ears when the door slowly creaked open and revealed a familiar face – your mother.

Like the house, your mother looked the exact same as you remembered, though a bit more aged. She looked just like you, down to the eyes and the hair, like you’d walked through a time machine and got transported a few decades into the future. She was the first one to break the silence between the three of you.

“(Y/N)?” Her voice was soft, a tone that felt so foreign to your ears.

You weren’t exactly sure what to say, so you squeaked out a mere, “Hi… mom.” But you weren’t expecting to be pulled into your mom’s sweater as she engulfed you in a hug. You were stiff at first, but you let go and let yourself melt into her touch.

“Come in. Your dad’s gonna be so happy to see you.” She murmured into your hair and, before you knew it, you and Yuji were being escorted into the house.

The house seemed cozier than you remembered. It was adorned in warm tones of brown and as you walked through the living room, the couch was littered with cozy blankets and the walls were decorated with framed photos, a few of them being some pictures of you growing up. Yuji trailed closely behind you with an almost childlike fascination, his brown eyes taking in every detail of your childhood home. It was an intimate experience, to say the least, letting him dive headfirst into your past.

Your mother brought you two into the dining room before leaving you two alone and wandering off to another part of the house. A faint smell of meat wafted in from the kitchen, and you remembered how hungry you were from the long drive there.

“So,” You looked at Yuji, who was still taking in the environment. “How are you feeling?”

“I think I’m supposed to be asking you that.” Yuji leaned closer to you. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel… good, I guess.” That wasn’t necessarily a lie. Seeing your mother was nice and being back here was even nicer, but you couldn’t get rid of the nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach. While your brain attempted to forget all the things you went through here, your body made sure you remembered. “It’s so much different than I remember, though. Mom used to hate decorating, but now she’s made the place her own.” Your eyes scanned all the knick-knacks that she had placed on the shelves, and you wondered why everything changed after you left.

Before you could entertain that thought, the sound of footsteps on the wooden floors echoed through the house –two pairs of footsteps, to be exact. Your mother entered the room, followed by someone else – your father.

Your father, like your mother, looked the same as you remembered. You didn’t resemble your dad at all, though you did pick up your more reserved, independent nature from him. You didn’t have many memories with your dad, as he spent most of his time working, a trait that you inherited as well.

“(Y/N).” Was all he said before he focused his attention on Yuji. “You brought a guest.”

You realized you hadn’t properly introduced Yuji to your parents and figured this was the perfect time to do so. “Yeah, um, this is Yuji, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you two.” Yuji reached out to shake your dad’s hand, which your dad surprisingly accepted. Perfect, you thought, work your charm.

Your dad took a seat at the head of the table and your mom excused herself to the kitchen. “So, how long have you two been dating?” You never imagined that you’d be in a situation where your father would be interrogating your boyfriend, but here you were.

“We’ve been together for almost 10 months.” Yuji took initiative in the conversation. “She’s a great girl.”

Your father let out a grunt of approval and, though you expected more questioning, he didn’t continue. It was odd. Your mother ran back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, bringing in plates, silverware, and, finally, pots of food.

“I wasn’t expecting company today but thankfully, this should be enough.” She went around the table, fixing everyone their own portion of food. She’d made pot roast and mashed potatoes, one of your favorite meals coincidentally.

Yuji dug into his meal before you could even pick up your fork. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a homecooked meal like this, especially from your mom. Dinner began with everyone eating in silence except for the sound of clinking silverware. Mom’s pot roast melted on your tongue, and you let out a sigh. This was nice.

“So, how was the ride?” Your mother asked, taking the tiniest nibbles from her plate.

“It was nice.” You hated small talk.

“I’ve never been out the city before so it was a pretty cool experience.” Yuji, on the other hand, was a master at it. “I’ve seen more trees today than I’ve seen in my whole life.” He rambled on. Your mother giggled at his response and your father only stared him down.

“Never took my daughter for the city type.” You heard your dad mutter.

Like you would know anything about me, you thought. “I love the city. You get tired of grass and bugs, y’know?” You rubbed it in, and you felt even more gratified when your father only cut his eyes at you with no rebuttal.

“You did always have big dreams.” Your mother said. “I’m sure you’ve been making them come true out there, haven’t you?”

“Well, I’m a nurse now. It was a hard road with school and everything, but I did it.” You glanced at Yuji, who stared at you with adoring eyes. You could be talking about yourself all day and his admiration wouldn’t waver.

“Nursing?” For a second, shock was spread across your mother’s face. If you blinked, you would’ve missed it. To be fair, a lot of people who faced the things you faced in this house wouldn’t be in such a good position, but you worked hard, even if that hard work was driven by hatred for your parents. Though, as much as the hatred for your parents had been burning in your soul for years, in their presence now, you couldn’t find it.

By the time dinner wrapped up, the sun was starting to set in the sky and everyone dispersed from the dining table. While your parents stayed in the kitchen, you had Yuji by the hand as you took him room to room. You showed him the room with the grand piano that your parents wanted you to learn so bad, the backyard where you used to have chickens until they escaped from their pen and ran away, and finally, the two of you went upstairs and you opened the door to your childhood bedroom.

It was exactly how you left it all those years ago, though it had clearly been cleaned up, making you wonder who was spending time in it after you left. For a teenager, your room had been surprisingly bare. There were no posters, no artwork, not even curtains on the windows. There was just a bed, a tv stand, and a rigid bookcase with books that you didn’t even remember reading. You’d begged your parents to let you design your room the way you wanted to, but they were always too busy to accommodate you. And, after walking through a house decorated from top to bottom, seeing your drab room was a slap in the face.

“I can’t believe this is where I spent all my time growing up.” You sighed, letting yourself crash onto the mattress. At least your bed was comfortable. Yuji crashed beside you and let out a yawn.

“Yeah, this country stuff kinda sucks.”

You laughed. “That’s not what you told my parents.”

He laughed along with you. “I wanted your parents to like me, ok?” He propped himself up on his elbow. “But I’m enjoying myself. Sure, it’s a lot of bugs and it stinks a little, but I like seeing where you grew up.”

“Well, next time we go on a trip, we’re visiting your parents.”

Yuji paused for a second, and you feared that you accidentally hit a sensitive spot in him, but he returned to his normal, happy demeanor and, instead, placed a kiss on your lips. “Whatever you say.” He whispered against your lips. He tried to pull away, but you cradled his face and brought him in for another kiss. You then placed your hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back and then straddled him. It felt great having someone as strong and built as Yuji under you, letting you do whatever you wanted.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth with little resistance and the kiss grew even more passionate. You felt yourself start to grind against Yuji, almost against your will, and his hands gripped your hips, only encouraging your movements. You felt him harden beneath you, and this only spurred you on.

Finally, he was able to pull away and he groaned. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Here?”

“We can be quick.” You punctuated it with a slow roll of your hips and Yuji’s eyes rolled back. “I promise.”

“Fine. Just… let me touch you.” He peeled your shirt off your torso, and then your bra was next. He fondled your breasts, using his thumbs to rub circles over your perky nipples. You let out a soft sigh at these little movements, but your sighs turned into moans when he latched his mouth onto them, sucking and licking at the soft flesh. He flipped you over, pinning you underneath his body as he continues his assault on your chest. Your panties were getting wetter by the second, and your prayers were answered when his mouth traveled down your torso and to the edge of your pants.

Your pants were the next to go and soon, Yuji was face to face with your clothed pussy, your wetness already soaking through your panties and leaving a sticky stain. Yuji’s eyes went dark as he licked a stripe up the fabric, teasing both you and him. You knew he wanted to dig right in, but he held himself back. He kissed your clit through the cloth, his eyes staying on you as you whined and writhed around on the sheets.

“Baby… please…” You breathed out, wanting – no, needing – more.

Yuji slid your panties to the side and dipped his tongue between your folds. You let out a yelp and then clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that spilled out as Yuji finally gave you what you needed. His tongue slid up to and over your clit, lavishing it with slow, purposeful licks.

Oh god…

He threw your legs over his broad shoulders and his hands stilled your shaking legs, gripping your thighs so tight that you knew he would leave bruises. He alternated between licks on your clit and capturing it between his lips and giving it a harsh suck, both of which had you seeing stars. Your words and moans turned into an incoherent mess, and you pressed your hand even harder onto your face, so hard that you feared you would accidentally suffocate yourself. Yuji released one of your thighs and brought his hand between your legs. He slipped a finger into your pussy and then a second when you grinded against his mouth. The hand that covered your mouth shot down to grip his pink hair as you felt pleasure building up within you. His mouth working on your clit and his fingers rubbing against your g-spot was enough to push you over the edge.

You came all over his mouth and fingers, your body shuddering as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure took over it. You didn’t know what noise escaped from your mouth but you felt Yuji rush to smash his lips against yours with a light chuckle. “We have to be quiet, remember?” He whispered. You didn’t even respond – you only closed your eyes and let yourself relax in Yuji’s hold. He cradled the back of your head as he kissed you passionately. “You taste so good…” He hummed, and he slipped his tongue between your lips to let you taste yourself.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt your legs being thrown back over your boyfriend’s shoulders and you let out a gasp as you felt Yuji’s dick slide into you. You were surprised every time – he was so huge, but a perfect fit at the same time. You let out a breathy moan as he pulled all the way out and then filled you up again. This position lets him hit the perfect spot effortlessly, and you let out pitiful whimpers as he makes love to you.

He folded you in half as he leaned down to capture your lips yet again, swallowing your moans, and when you arched your back, he bullied himself deeper inside of you. At this point, your mind was numb and your body was on fire. Every touch made your body go crazy but, as overwhelming as it was, you couldn’t get enough. He fucks you faster, making the bed creak beneath your weight, but the thought of getting caught is pushed to the back of your brain. His tip prods at your g-spot with every thrust and, with a particularly hard one, you find yourself falling apart yet again. You creamed all over his dick as another orgasm overcame you, your toes curling and your thighs shaking underneath his firm grasp.

Yuji comes right after you, the feeling of your pussy twitching around him pushing him to his limit. A harsh breath escapes him as he fills you up, so much that his cum seeps out from your pussy and ends up on the thin sheets beneath you. He leans down and plants soft kisses on your neck as you both come down from your high, and your hand travels to fiddle with the pink hair on his nape.

You really didn’t want this moment to end.

After tossing your clothes back on and sneaking back downstairs like nothing happened, the rest of the night goes relatively well. Everyone ended up in the living room, where your mother whipped out some photo albums and passed them around, and your father even made conversation with Yuji and they talked about typical guy stuff that didn’t interest you in the slightest. You couldn’t imagine the last time that you had talked to your parents without yelling or fussing – maybe right before you turned 15 – but this was nice.

Nighttime came quickly and as you and Yuji prepared to leave, you felt a hand wrap around your arm and you turned only to see your mother. “Just a minute of your time before you go?” She asks. You turn to Yuji, who is preoccupied talking to your father, then turn back to your mother and, with a simple nod, you’re following her to the foyer.

“I’m so glad you came to see us.” She speaks so low that she’s almost whispering.

“I’m… glad I came. Really.” You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, but before you can react, she’s hugging you for the second time that night. She smells sweet and citrusy, like a perfectly ripe tangerine. It reminded you of summertime as a kid, when you would run around in the backyard and entertain yourself for hours on end.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers into your ear.

The words catch you off guard and you stiffen up.

She takes a wavering breath and you feel a wetness on your shoulder. Was she-?

“I didn’t mean to push you away. We didn’t.” Her voice shakes and you feel your eyes begin to sting. You bury your face on the sleeve of her dress. “I didn’t realize how much we messed up until you were gone.” She continues. “This house is empty without you here. We need you here.”

The material of her dress muffles your soft cries. “I… I forgive you.” You breathe and then take another sharp breath. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear those words until now, and the words hit you hard. Your mind went back to the little kid who only wanted her mommy, and the teenager who hoped her parents would beg her to stay instead of leave. “I forgive you, okay?” All the years of arguing and butting heads didn’t exist in that moment – all you wanted was your mom and dad.

The ride back to the motel with Yuji was quiet and the silence remained all the way to bedtime. He was already in bed when you joined him, slipping under the cheap sheets and immediately snuggling up to his muscular frame. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

“So, how did you like it? Today, I mean.” His voice is lower than usual, and you know he’s about to fall asleep soon.

“It was better than I expected.” You said. Yuji lets out a soft “mhm”, urging you to continue. “But I need to talk to you about something.”

“I’m all ears.” His response was slow.

“So, I talked to my mom before we left. She apologized for everything, which is crazy to me. She cried. I cried. The whole shebang.”

“I figured.” He shifts under you. “The two of you wander off and then come back with puffy eyes. I knew something had to happen.” He kisses your forehead. “That’s great though, babe.”

You let out a huff. “That’s not it.” You sit up to look Yuji face to face. His eyes are half closed, but they’re still focused on you. “She said they need me there and… I’m not sure how to feel. What if I…” You pause for a moment and then shake your head. “Never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

You take a moment to process your thoughts. “What if I moved closer to them? So I could see them more often? I know it sounds crazy but I felt so good about today.”

At this, Yuji is silent, and you think he finally succumbed to his sleepiness. Then, he speaks. “You would uproot your entire life and move out here?” Oddly enough, his tone isn’t judgmental, but genuinely curious.

“Honestly, I’m thinking about it.” You admit.

“I know it’s not about me, but what about us? We’d have to do long distance. I’d barely get to see you.”

“It’s not that long of a distance.” With every second that you entertain the thought of moving closer to home, the better the plan sounds. “I think we could do it.”

Silence fills the room yet again, and you prepare yourself for a rebuttal from your boyfriend. But, instead, he mutters, “Whatever makes you happy. We’ll figure it out.”

You can’t stop yourself from kissing him in the dark and when you hear his breath become heavy, you know he’s asleep. You crawl off him and rest on your own stiff pillow before sleep overtakes you as well.

Yuji woke up that night at 3 in the morning, drenched in a cold sweat. He didn’t know what woke him up, but he felt restless, despite falling asleep fairly quick earlier. He glanced at you. Your sleeping frame rose up and down with every soft breath you took, and your barely audible snores were the only thing to be heard in the motel room. Even in your sleep, you were perfect.

He remembered the conversation before he fell asleep. He remembered the joy laced in your voice as you revealed your plan to move back home. He remembered the way you dismissed his feelings toward it. He remembered how he held back on how he really felt, and just went along with it.

How could you jeopardize your relationship for your parents? Parents that didn’t want a relationship with you? Parents that didn’t bother to make amends until you showed up at their door?

He regretted bringing you there and, while he acknowledged that it might be irrational, he was angry that you would be so willing to throw him away for them.

Yuji didn’t know why he threw on his clothes and snuck out the motel room. He didn’t know why he cranked up the car and drove back to the farmhouse. And he didn’t know why he popped open his trunk and pulled out a crowbar before sneaking around the house and slipping inside through a window that was oh-so-carelessly left open.

The house was entirely different, now adorned with shadows and moonlight that slipped in through the windows. Yuji was careful with his steps, remembering how the old floorboards creaked when walked on with too much pressure. He passed through the dining room first, the table that was covered in plates and pots of food now bare and wiped clean, and then he passed through the living room, which was less homely at night, before he tip toed up the stairs.

The upstairs was quaint compared to downstairs, so your parents’ bedroom was a breeze to find. Yuji pressed his ear against the door and held his breath – an almost comically loud snore could be heard inside, but nothing else that alarmed him. He turned the doorknob and slowly slid the door open. Your parents were statues in the bed, blissfully unaware of his presence. He crept to the side of their bed and stands over your mother. You even sleep the same as her, he notes.

He raised his crowbar and prepared to strike her, then he lowered it again.

This felt familiar.

It was familiar, he remembered. A memory flashed in his brain, but it wasn’t his.

He stood on the side of a bed, but instead of your mother being the one in bed, it was a little boy. The boy slept peacefully, the covers pulled over his head and the only thing peeking out being strands of pink hair. He looked down at his hands. Well, they weren’t his anymore. Thick black stripes – tattoos, he assumed – circled his wrists and, instead of a crowbar, the hands held a knife, which was already drenched in blood. He knew who these hands belonged to – his father.

He – no, his father – runs the knife across the bedsheets, over the boy’s sleeping form. The blood stains the sheets as it travels up to the boy’s head and when it reaches it, the hand raises the knife for a second, but it shakes and drops the knife. The knife, thankfully, lands on the floor and there’s no attempt to pick it back up. The boy was spared. His father sits on the floor beside the bed, watching as the boy continues to sleep with no knowledge of the horrors he was almost succumbed to. His father glances at the knife and retrieves it again but he doesn’t turn it on the boy this time.

The out of body experience comes to an end and Yuji stumbles back as he comes back to reality, and he catches himself before he can crash into the wall. He tries to catch his breath as he looks around. Your parents are still in bed, the crowbar is still in his hand, and he’s still at the farmhouse. Why did that happen? He didn’t remember much about his father, except…

His grip on the crowbar tightens and he focuses on the task at hand. He had to do this. It was in his blood.

He raises the crowbar over your mother and, unlike his father, he brings it down.

The next morning, Yuji wakes up in the motel room. He doesn’t remember how he got there, but he’s glad nonetheless. You’re not in bed, but he hears movement in the bathroom. He’s happy that you’re not there to see him; he doesn’t know how he’s going to look you in your face after last night.

He heard your phone ring in the bathroom, and he heard you answer it. Your voice was inaudible through the bathroom door, but he heard you gasp and your tone became serious. He heard you hang up the phone and the door swung open. You stood in the doorway, your face blank.

“What’s wrong?” Yuji asked.

You hesitated before saying, “You remember my coworker that stood me up?”

Yuji’s face dropped and he felt his heart hammering in his chest. “Yeah, I remember you telling me about him.”

“Well,” You started putting on your clothes and packing your suitcase. “He got attacked. They’re saying he’s been in a coma for a few days.”

He… survived?

The next sentence you spoke spiked Yuji’s nerves.

“And…

He’s asking to talk to me.”

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